Parks Fic: Not That Sneaky (1/7)
Title: Not That Sneaky
Pairing: Ben/Leslie, ensemble
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Originally posted on the kinkmeme: 5 times Ben and Leslie get caught/interrupted during sex.
Author's Notes: This has been cleaned up and polished a bit (some of the typos were driving me nuts). This was one of the first things I ever wrote for this fandom, and it's because of the awesome response I got that I kept writing. So thank you to everyone who left me feedback on this--it really meant the world.
Prologue
"And you say I'm not sneaky." Leslie nips at the skin above Ben's hip and raises her eyes to his with a look more mischievous than scolding; in fact, if he didn't know any better, he'd say that she almost looks delighted, which, in any rational world, couldn't possibly be the case. Not when they were caught today. By Ron. In possibly the most humiliating circumstances known to man. There is no way she can find anything amusing about that.
Leslie trails her lips haphazardly across his stomach and up his chest, and then lifts her head to smile at him, remaining just out of reach of his kiss. "In fact," she continues--and, yeah, he really can't deny that her blue eyes are positively dancing with mirth, and how is she not as horrified by this as he is?--"you've said that to me many, many times, Benjamin. And I think now you really have to admit that you're wrong and I'm right."
"Leslie, I think if we learned anything today, it's that we're both terrible at being sneaky."
A flash of indignation crosses Leslie's face as she lifts herself further from him, shaking her blonde curls back from her face in impatient frustration. It's a look he's come to know well, one he saw every time he brushed aside one of her demands last summer and one that, just recently, he's seen in much more pleasurable circumstances: specifically, Leslie writhing on her bed and demanding he do exactly what she wants when she wants it (a point he's sometimes willing to concede, sometimes eager to ignore). In any case, it's inherently Leslie and undeniably sexy. He moves a hand to her thigh and runs his thumb back and forth over her soft skin, tracing a beauty mark that he'd like nothing better than to press his lips to at this moment.
Leslie, in all her beautiful single-mindedness, does not manage to read his mind, though. "I have to disagree," she says, as though they're in a discourse at work rather than lying in bed in nothing but their underwear. "You're the one who keeps giving away our secret."
Ben runs his hand down to her knee and traces the scar there. Briefly, he wonders how she got it, feels that longing again to know all of her, inside and out, but he bites back the urge to ask. Not now. Not when the future stretches out in front of him, and the thought of not being with Leslie becomes more unfathomable every day.
Besides, she'd only say he's changing the subject.
"You told Ann." He doesn't know why he's belaboring this when Leslie's straddling him mostly naked.
"There are no secrets with Ann." Ben barely has time to imagine how much detail that entails before Leslie leans back, grinding her pelvis against his cock and grinning when he groans. "But because of you, we're coming dangerously close to not having any secrets with Ron either."
"Point made," Ben agrees, mostly because it is beyond disturbing that Ron knows anything about their sex life, let alone their penchant for political role play. "But Les, you can't deny that he wasn't already suspicious. If we don't get better at sneaking around--"
"I know." Leslie bites her lip, considering the threat that underlies all of this but never seems as scary when they're hidden away from the rest of the world. "I just like you and your terrible face so much. It's kind of hard to hide, I guess."
"I know." And he does. More than anything, he wants to hold her hand or wrap an arm around her waist or kiss her whenever he wants and just let everyone know that he and Leslie are together and happy and he's maybe well on his way to falling in love with her.
"We'll figure this out, right? It's not going to be like this forever."
"No, it's not. We'll figure it out."
Leslie leans over him again, her hair brushing over his shoulders as she moves in for a kiss. "Just think," she whispers, her lips ghosting over his jaw as he moves his hands to the clasp of her bra, "someday we won't have to be sneaky anymore. And we'll never have to worry about getting caught."
Caught on that someday, on that vague promise of a future with Leslie, Ben captures her mouth again and loses himself in her.
He never once considers how utterly wrong Leslie will turn out to be.
Part One
Pairing: Ben/Leslie, ensemble
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Originally posted on the kinkmeme: 5 times Ben and Leslie get caught/interrupted during sex.
Author's Notes: This has been cleaned up and polished a bit (some of the typos were driving me nuts). This was one of the first things I ever wrote for this fandom, and it's because of the awesome response I got that I kept writing. So thank you to everyone who left me feedback on this--it really meant the world.
Prologue
"And you say I'm not sneaky." Leslie nips at the skin above Ben's hip and raises her eyes to his with a look more mischievous than scolding; in fact, if he didn't know any better, he'd say that she almost looks delighted, which, in any rational world, couldn't possibly be the case. Not when they were caught today. By Ron. In possibly the most humiliating circumstances known to man. There is no way she can find anything amusing about that.
Leslie trails her lips haphazardly across his stomach and up his chest, and then lifts her head to smile at him, remaining just out of reach of his kiss. "In fact," she continues--and, yeah, he really can't deny that her blue eyes are positively dancing with mirth, and how is she not as horrified by this as he is?--"you've said that to me many, many times, Benjamin. And I think now you really have to admit that you're wrong and I'm right."
"Leslie, I think if we learned anything today, it's that we're both terrible at being sneaky."
A flash of indignation crosses Leslie's face as she lifts herself further from him, shaking her blonde curls back from her face in impatient frustration. It's a look he's come to know well, one he saw every time he brushed aside one of her demands last summer and one that, just recently, he's seen in much more pleasurable circumstances: specifically, Leslie writhing on her bed and demanding he do exactly what she wants when she wants it (a point he's sometimes willing to concede, sometimes eager to ignore). In any case, it's inherently Leslie and undeniably sexy. He moves a hand to her thigh and runs his thumb back and forth over her soft skin, tracing a beauty mark that he'd like nothing better than to press his lips to at this moment.
Leslie, in all her beautiful single-mindedness, does not manage to read his mind, though. "I have to disagree," she says, as though they're in a discourse at work rather than lying in bed in nothing but their underwear. "You're the one who keeps giving away our secret."
Ben runs his hand down to her knee and traces the scar there. Briefly, he wonders how she got it, feels that longing again to know all of her, inside and out, but he bites back the urge to ask. Not now. Not when the future stretches out in front of him, and the thought of not being with Leslie becomes more unfathomable every day.
Besides, she'd only say he's changing the subject.
"You told Ann." He doesn't know why he's belaboring this when Leslie's straddling him mostly naked.
"There are no secrets with Ann." Ben barely has time to imagine how much detail that entails before Leslie leans back, grinding her pelvis against his cock and grinning when he groans. "But because of you, we're coming dangerously close to not having any secrets with Ron either."
"Point made," Ben agrees, mostly because it is beyond disturbing that Ron knows anything about their sex life, let alone their penchant for political role play. "But Les, you can't deny that he wasn't already suspicious. If we don't get better at sneaking around--"
"I know." Leslie bites her lip, considering the threat that underlies all of this but never seems as scary when they're hidden away from the rest of the world. "I just like you and your terrible face so much. It's kind of hard to hide, I guess."
"I know." And he does. More than anything, he wants to hold her hand or wrap an arm around her waist or kiss her whenever he wants and just let everyone know that he and Leslie are together and happy and he's maybe well on his way to falling in love with her.
"We'll figure this out, right? It's not going to be like this forever."
"No, it's not. We'll figure it out."
Leslie leans over him again, her hair brushing over his shoulders as she moves in for a kiss. "Just think," she whispers, her lips ghosting over his jaw as he moves his hands to the clasp of her bra, "someday we won't have to be sneaky anymore. And we'll never have to worry about getting caught."
Caught on that someday, on that vague promise of a future with Leslie, Ben captures her mouth again and loses himself in her.
He never once considers how utterly wrong Leslie will turn out to be.
Part One