Jealousy
FiC:Jealousy
Rating- NC 17
Set after the episode The End of the World. ON kinkmeme people were prompting more end of the world sex sessions, and someone requested that while they were broken up Ben sees Leslie with Mark. Mark shows up and it breaks something inside of Ben.
Unbeta'd because I don't have anyone to beta my dirty fics.... whoops
Leslie feels like someone has stuffed a rag down her throat and she can’t breathe. Like an obese person is doing the Macarena on her chest, and her ribs are caving in from the weight. She feels like what she imagines Hermione must have felt like when she saw Ron kissing Lavender.
To be honest, she feels like she might punch Shawna in the face, or just run to Ron and start crying. She’s outside her body now, and so she doesn’t quite know what she is going to do. She can hear Anne’s muffled voice telling her to breathe, but even if she wanted to, her lungs aren’t quite working. So when Ann pulls her to a corner, she follows her without questions. She doesn’t hear what Ann says after that, but she is sitting at a bench alone unable to see anything but Ben and Shawna. She is vaguely aware that her whole body is shaking, the way it does whenever there is drama that she isn’t prepared for. But the shaking is so strong, she feels unable to move so she sits there, with a wooden table as a jail cell.
“Mark Brandanowitz!” She hears the name and thinks she must be hallucinating. Or that her conscious is suddenly speaking in Ron’s voice. Yes, this is like Mark all over again. But so much worse. Because it’s not Mark, it’s Ben. Dorky, awkward, human disaster Ben. Ben that isn’t hers, but damn it, he should be.
“Ron Swanson.” But Shawna never tried to sleep with Ron. It’s odd that her conscious is just naming names at her now. As she looks up, everything around her starts to become more tangible. More real. And judging by the very real sensation she may throw up at any second, she can presume she isn’t dreaming.
“Son what are you doing here?”
“Actually I came to see Leslie. I heard about the campaign from some guys at the office and-“
“I actually don’t care.” After a couple moments Mark’s eyes find Leslie and he starts bounding over, with his small I’m-smiling-but-can’t smile-too-wide smile. The smile that used to melt Leslies heart into a puddle of the stuff that’s inside fruit gushers. But now she just feels numb.
“Leslie Knope.” What is it about everyone announcing each others full names tonight?
“Hi Mark?” He leans down to give her a hug, and somehow her knees are able to unjelify themselves and pull her up off of the bench. She hugs him, and his warmth around her somehow makes her feel better. She feels small inside his big embrace. His body is a shield from the vision of Ben and Shawna. And she is grateful when he doesn’t stop hugging her. They just sit there, keeping each other warm, and protected from reality. “I don’t know where Ann is” she feels the need to mumble into his blue sweater that smells like axe and wood.
“That’s okay. I was actually looking for you.” He admits and pulls her away at arms length to look at her. “Future Council Woman.” Maybe he can tell her smile isn’t genuine, but he doesn’t comment on it. He starts to walk away from the table, and she has no choice but to follow him.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were running?”
Ben knows he is being a dick. He knows that flirting with a girl in front of Leslie is a tool move. Something that the jocks in high school would have done to the girls that they hooked up with the night before. But he can’t stop himself. All week he has been the one that was hurt and crying inside random malls. She just picked herself up and powered on, unaffected. She accomplished everything with a furry of gusto even stronger than before, and it made him wonder if he was the one holding her back this whole time. He knows she is watching them, and for once it feels nice to be the one being watched instead of the one doing the watching. And he knows it is wrong, but something about the hurt in her eyes makes him feel better about the situation. He knows that part of him wants to push her, push her to the point where she would run into his arms and tell him that she chose him instead. Granted, if she did that he wouldn’t let her. He cares about her too much to be the one standing in between her and her dreams. But it doesn’t stop him from dreaming about her choosing him. It doesn’t stop him from wishing that she would care about this relationship as much as he does. And it doesn’t stop him from feeding that small dickish part that spurns him to touch Shawna’s arm while laughing at some joke she says.
But the whole time he knows where Leslie is. He follows her blonde hair in the park, the golden locks that would always be his kryptonite. He can feel her, and sense her anytime she is around, and now is no different. But he tries not to look at her. To focus on Shawna, and her brown curls that hang lifelessly by her face, and her eyes that lack childlike excitement. He tries to respond to her statements in ways that show he is listening, without giving her his full attention. But when he finally looks up and sees the blonde curls partly covered by a mans arms, he misses a key point to Shawna’s story. He is too busy watching a hug, with a random man, that lasts a little too long for his comfort.
And something seems to lurch inside him. Shauna’s eyes follow his and she looks over to where the new couple is walking, his arm around her as if it belonged there.
“Wow haven’t seen him in awhile.”
“Mhm… So um who is that?”
“Him?” Ben nods at her and she crosses her arms defensively. “Mark Brandanowitz. He used to be a city planner.” It goes silent, while both of them stare at the couple, which are now sitting under a tree, and Ben can’t help note that Leslie has stopped looking at him and has now focused on Mark. He watches as the Mark guy waves his hands in the middle of some story, and her eyes crinkle as she laughs. “Well good for Leslie. Heaven knows she’s been in love with him for…. Well as long as I’ve known her.” But somehow her tone seems like she wishes them anything but the best. And Ben can’t help but echo that insincere sentiment.
“So Leslie I haven’t seen you in forever.” At this point she would have given him a hard time, but her heart isn’t in it. She still just wants to curl up into a ball and cry.
“I know. It’s been a long time.”
“I thought running for city council would have made you more happy then this. You look like someone just died” He teases, all the while looking at her with a concerned face. Crap on a sucker, he knows her too well.
“I thought it would too.”
“Okay… so what is up? You don’t really believe that the world will end tomorrow? ”
At this point Leslie is fed up, she’s hurt, and she can’t talk to the one person she really wants to so she might as well talk to Mark. She takes a big breathe and decides to lay it out on their figurative table. “See that guy over there?” She watches as Marks eyes go to Ben, who is currently nodding at something Shawna is saying. When Mark nods and turns back to her she let’s herself forget about the campaign and just talk. “I dated him. But he was technically my boss, so we had to break up, otherwise there would be a huge scandal. And I really want this new job. But it just….” She sees Mark looking down at her with his eyebrows raised, trying to pull the answer out of her. “It just hurts. All of it. And I can’t be with him even though he has a really cute butt, and a nice face, and great hair, and likes politics because it’s city council. Because I have dreamed about this opportunity since I was five. And this is more important than some stupid boy. But it just…” She trails off and starts playing with her finger nails, which she recently painted red in hopes that Ben would notice.
“Hurts?” He answers for her and she nods. “Well… if it makes you feel any better Shawna is terrible in bed.” She lets out a small laugh before she can help herself. “I mean truly awful. Bad.” And she lets herself laugh for the first time that night. He puts an arm around her and pulls her in close, letting her rest her head on his shoulder. The gesture reminds her of when he gave her the plans for the park and she is thankful for an amazing friend.
“Besides Knope. You are the strongest person I know. I have seen you literally chain yourself to a fence. You will make it through this.” She nods but for the first time she wonders if she actually will. She wonders if this empty feeling will ever be replaced.
“So did anything ever happen between them?” He hopes he sounds nonchalant, and he must have because Shawna doesn’t seem to notice. She gets oddly professional, trying to straighten her sweater. He watches as Leslie’s head falls on the other mans shoulder, her blonde hair covering his neck and parts of his sweater. He feels something inside of him start boiling when the man wraps his arm around her, and moves it up and down on her arm. Who is this guy? Where did he come from?
“I don’t know. We never talked about it. Anyways… Ben” But before she can finish her sentence, Ben finds himself asking if she wants to go listen to the flutes. She seems taken aback, but agrees and he grabs her arm awkwardly and they walk over to where Ron and the crazys are playing. He sits on the top of the picnic table Leslie was just at, and waits for Shawna, who is giving him a confused look, to sit next to him. When she does, he leans back on his arms behind him, scooting as close to her as possible.
“So Shauna. Tell me about your job.”
They both watch as Shauna and Ben rush over to watch the flute orchestra. They both watch them sit as close to each other as possible. Mark must have felt Leslie stiffen beside him, because he didn’t waste a second before standing up again, and helping her up. He purposely starts walking away from them, so they can’t see the sight of the two of them. Leslie just breathes out heavily, feeling more exhausted as seconds pass. Where once she was shaking with rage, now she is defeated and tired. Let them have babies. Ugly brunette babies with a knack for sleeping with politicians.
“So Mark. What are you doing here?”
“I came here to see you actually. I heard about your campaign and I wanted to help. I tried to call you, but…” He seems embarrassed as if she purposely ignored him.
“Wait did you get a new number?”
“Yes, like five months ago. Why?” She can tell he is confused.
“I’ve been only answering phone calls to people I know. I’ve been getting a lot of unknown numbers calling me recently. And most of them happen to be citizens yelling at me for running in this election due to the fact that I was born in Eagleton.”
“Wait you were…. What?”
“You’ve missed a lot Mark.”
“Apparently so. Eagleton. Wow. Well I guess that explains that. And every time I tried to call Ron, April just hung up on me. Though I guess I should have expected that.”
“You could have called Ann?” But based on the look he is giving her, he thought he couldn’t. “Well it doesn’t matter. I am glad we can talk now.”
He smiles and crosses his arms. “I am as well. And I wanted you to know, I am going to vote for you. And I am sorry I haven’t been that great of a friend recently. After Ann and I-” He looks like a fish out of water, so she decides to throw him a lifeline.
“No Mark, I totally understand. So you want to help huh?”
“Yes. Give me tasks I can do Council woman.” They both smile at each other, but at that moment a laugh from Shawna rings out across the way. Leslie feels her smile fade and for the first time that night actual tears well up in her eyes. Before she could wipe them away, Mark has pulled her into another hug. He’s being awfully intimate tonight.
“Gosh I’m sorry that the first night I see you in a year I am a mess.” She mumbles into his sweater/jacket, and she feels his laugh reverberate throughout her entire body.
“Don’t worry about it Leslie. You should have seen me right after Ann. It wasn’t pretty. But there is one thing I don’t understand.”
“Hmm?”
“Why aren’t you fighting?” She pulls away and looks up at him confused and he gives her his parenting look. Oh what she imagines his face would look like if he was chastising a child. “You are Leslie Knope. I have never seen you give up.”
“But I can’t be with him?”
“Why not?”
“Because of the campaign and..”
“First of all, when have you ever cared what people thought? You can offer this city more than any other candidate, sex scandal or not. And maybe you can’t be with him, but you can show him why you are worth waiting for.” She stares at him confused, and by the look he is giving her, she can tell that he is expecting her brain to process something she hasn’t yet. So instead she just stares at him, her mouth open in confusion. He grabs her face in his hands, and forces her to look at him.
“You are Leslie Knope, deputy director of Parks and Recreation, and chairwoman of the pit..”
“Chairwoman of the departmental subcommittee for pit beautification.” She corrects,
“And future Council woman. Leslie you are the most determined person I know.” She still isn’t sure what she is supposed to be getting from this speech. But when he pulls her close and kisses her forehead, then gives her another hug she does feel stronger. She is Leslie freaking Knope. But she still doesn’t know what to do about Ben.
When Ben watches them hug yet again, he feels red hot rage run through his veins. How dare she get over him so fast? How long as she been dating this guy? Seriously she felt it necessary to bring him to this function?
He can hear Shawna saying something in his ear, but he can’t hear or process anything except for the tall, handsome man that is currently declaring something to Leslie. It looks like a love confession, if he had to guess. Especially by the way her mouth is hanging open in shock. He feels his fist curl up into a ball. That should be him, him Ben declaring to Leslie that he loved her. That he has loved her since the moment she proposed Harvest Festival- in a room full of people willing to loose their jobs for her, and her beaming brighter than any torch. He has loved her since she called him nine times from the hospital, once with a song where she rhymed Benji with stingy. Since she kissed him back in his office.
As he watches Mark kiss the top of her head, he has had enough. He knows its rude, and that Shawna is watching, but something pulls him off of the bench and lunges him towards them. If he had any common sense he would stop, but then they are hugging AGAIN. When he gets closer, he can see Mark’s eyes look at him as if he knows a secret. That pisses Ben off even more. But he at least has stopped hugging Leslie. Leslie turns to look at what Mark is distracted by, and just stares at Ben in shock.
“I need to talk to you.”
Leslie looks at Mark. As if she has to check with him to have a conversation with her boss. And then she looks back at Ben and nods. He grabs her hand, and marches towards his car. He sees her, out of the corner of his eye, look back at Mark, and watches Mark just give her a smile back. Apparently this Mark guy thought he had nothing to worry about when it came to Leslie. Well he was wrong. Ben throws open his door and gets in the car, waiting for Leslie to do the same. He slams his door shut and listens to it’s bang echo through the car. Soon they are driving in silence and he has no idea where he is going. All he knows is that he has to take her away, away from the tall man with the affinity for hugging.
“Ben?” She sounds confused. Her voice prompts him to pull into the parking lot closest to him, which just so happens to be to city hall, to their office. He still has no idea what he is doing or what to say, so he instead just gets out of the car and marches inside. He can hear her boots on the ground behind him so he knows she is following him. His legs carry him to his office. He doesn’t really know where else to go. And as soon as he reaches his office, turns and looks at her confused and nervous expression, he feels himself start to pause. What is he doing? She looks down at the ground for a second, and something brings him back to their first kiss. When she took a momentary glance at the ground right before he kissed her. In this exact spot. And without thinking he leans in and grabs her. He expects her to resist, but she is leaning into him and kissing him back. Soon their lips are fighting for control. He hears her moan, and he grabs her ass, hoisting her up and shoving her against the wall. She wraps her legs around him, and he runs his hands up and down her legs. He has never been this primal with her before, it was always gentle and kind. But something inside him is snapping, and he needs her now, more than ever before.
He can tell she needs to breathe, so he starts kissing down her neck and digging his fingers deeper into her ass. She whimpers his name and he feels himself loose all control.
“Who was he?” His voice sounds week as she leans back to throw her vest off.
“Mark, a friend.” She answers breathily, staring him in the eyes. He leans forward and they start kissing again, their tongues battling for control. She lightly sucks on his tongue, and he pulls away, rage still running through his veins. He starts sucking on her neck again, this time harder, listening to her breathing increase.
“I don’t believe you.”
“He used to date Ann.” She says, as if that is supposed to mean something to him. But he knows, knows there is more to the story. He looks at her, both of them breathing heavily.
“Did you ever sleep with him?”
“Once.” She admits. And they continue to stare at each other. At that moment, Ben feels as if his bubble of a heart has been popped and the air is starting to slowly leak out of it. He suddenly doesn’t want to own or claim her, he wants to leave. He wants to go drown himself in a bottle of cheap lite beer until he forgets how she always smells like sugar and vanilla. As if she could read him she corrects herself.
“Eight years ago.” And suddenly the balloon hole is patched up, and he can’t stop himself from kissing her again. This time he knows he must be bruising her lips, but he needs to taste her, to meld with her, to own her. His Leslie. She kisses back, and suddenly all he can feel is her. He can feel her hands on his face, pulling him close, her feet are crossed behind his ass pulling her closer to his body, her chest heaving against his. When he pulls away, he can feel her breath on his face, labored and heavy. He can see her eyes, still shut, trying to push down all the emotions. “He doesn’t… He isn’t you.” She looks at him to see his reaction. He looks at her and can see his own sorrow that he has been carrying around for weeks reflected in her eyes. She looks weak and vulnerable for the first time he has known her. “And… Shawna?”
He doesn’t want to answer. He wants to be selfish, and let her wonder. But he also knows that isn’t fair. “She isn’t Leslie Knope.” He admits. And for the first time, he feels like he is suffocating. She’s too close. She’s all over. He loves this woman, she’s here, and no matter how much he touches her- she won’t belong to him. Right as he is about to place her down, she pulls the bottom of her shirt off and throws it on the ground. Then, it doesn’t matter how long he has her for, he has her now. She is pawing at his shirt, trying to get it off of him, and he helps her take it off, all the while staring into her eyes. She looks nervous, but before he can ask about it, she growls something in his ear that sounds like “I am Leslie Fucking Knope.” And with that he is drowning in her all over again. He lets his hands run down her sides, as she starts grinding against him, sucking his neck, leaving marks. But he could care less. In fact, it makes him just want more. He needs her.
He reaches down and shoves her pants and underwear off in a swoop. And she starts trying to reach his pants. But he just starts pawing her through her bra. He reaches underneath and pinches a nipple until she moans his name. He leans down, pushes the bra up above her breasts and starts lavishing her tit with his tongue. He rolls her other nipple between his fingers, as he sucks and bits on the nipple in his mouth. She arches her back against the wall, pushing her breasts further into his mouth, gasping every couple of seconds. He takes her bra off and throws it across the room because he wants to see her breasts pushed out for him, her writhing against a wall because of his motions.
“Who is better at this?” He asks, licking the underside of her breast, and then blowing warm air on to her nipple.
“You.” She all but shouts, grabbing his head and forcing him to take her nipple back in his mouth. “Ben.” She begs. And without warning, or checking to see if she is wet, he shoves a finger inside of her. She moans, loader than he has ever heard her moan before. And his finger is drenched. She is soaking wet for him, her juices running down his finger. He takes it out of her, and then shoves it in her again, even deeper. He watches as she bounces against the wall, and her mouth hangs open in desire. He watches her tits jiggle from the bounce and he needs her. His dick is so hard and he needs her. He runs his finger around the edge of her opening, and then circles around her clit.
“Ben.” She whispers his name again, and he knows he will never get tired of hearing it.
“Tell me what you want Leslie.”
“You.” She says, and he inserts his finger in her again and she whimpers when he curves it inside of her. “I need you to”
“To what?”
“To fuck the shit out of me.”
Ben almost looses it. Leslie has never spoken so crass. He hasn’t even heard her cuss more than five times in the time he has known her. And now he has her begging for him. She even spreads her legs wider so he can see her pink vagina, wet and ready for him. Without stopping to think about it, he shoves his pants down around his ankles and enters her. She is so tight around him, her walls squeezing on him, and he feels complete. She whimpers and thrusts against him.
“Leslie.” He hates himself for the power she has over him.
“Ben!” She screams and starts bouncing on his cock, trying to get him to move. He gets the point and slips himself out, then slams into her again. He is pounding her with his dick, trying to fuck himself into her heart. She is moaning in a desperate, wild manner, and trying to match his thrusts, but he isn’t getting as deep as he wants to.
He sets her down, and turns her away from him. It is too hard to see her face right now. He bends her over Chris’ desk and runs his hand over her shapely ass. She separates her legs and thrusts her ass towards him, begging him to continue. He doesn’t. He can feel his cock, begging to be touched, but instead he allows himself to do something he has never before. He slaps her ass, and listens to her gasp. He watches a red mark form, and slips a finger into her wetness. He spanks her one time time, watching her ass jiggle, and her moan. Then he can’t stop himself from entering her from behind.
They have never done this before, not in the office, not from behind. And he can feel every muscle in her pussy contract around him.
“Mine.” He didn’t mean to say it, but with her all around him, it’s the only thing he can think. He sees her head nod in agreement and he exits her, and slams into her again.
“Always” she seems to moan involuntarily. He just starts fucking her as hard as he can. Fast, without a tempo. Right when he feels himself start to tighten and exits her before he can slam into her one last time, she turns around. She leans forward and kisses him, a kiss that starts of dirty, but to his surprise turns tender. He pulls her close to him, getting lost in her perfect lips. They pause, forgetting everything else and just kiss each other. He feels like she is trying to tell him something, but he feels like his heart is too overloaded with emotions to grasp what that is. She pulls away, and her eyes look at his. She is begging him to understand something, something that hurts him too much to grasp. He gently lifts her up on to the desk and starts kissing her again. He enters her, and this time it is slow and more intimate. He can hear her moan his name in her ear, and he feels something wet on his shoulder. Something about the moment makes him feel like he might start crying as well.
“Leslie.” Her name sounds like a prayer on his lips. He starts again, thrusting in her, but this time it is gentle, and soft. It’s a slow build, and his hands start wandering around her perfect body, trying to memorize every line and curve. He feels the feeling start building, and reaches down to draw circles around her clit. She just keeps chanting his name, her naked breasts rubbing against his chest. Then he feels her walls clench around him, and her whole body shudder in his arms. He lets himself push two more times and soon he is spilling his warm seed into her. They both sit there, him inside of her still, breathing heavy. And after a couple of moments, she wraps her arms tight around him and buries her head into his chest. He can feel her gently shaking against him, and all he can do is play with her hair, and rub her back. They stay like that for at least twenty minutes, even after she has stopped crying, both of them afraid to get back to the real world.
Rating- NC 17
Set after the episode The End of the World. ON kinkmeme people were prompting more end of the world sex sessions, and someone requested that while they were broken up Ben sees Leslie with Mark. Mark shows up and it breaks something inside of Ben.
Unbeta'd because I don't have anyone to beta my dirty fics.... whoops
Leslie feels like someone has stuffed a rag down her throat and she can’t breathe. Like an obese person is doing the Macarena on her chest, and her ribs are caving in from the weight. She feels like what she imagines Hermione must have felt like when she saw Ron kissing Lavender.
To be honest, she feels like she might punch Shawna in the face, or just run to Ron and start crying. She’s outside her body now, and so she doesn’t quite know what she is going to do. She can hear Anne’s muffled voice telling her to breathe, but even if she wanted to, her lungs aren’t quite working. So when Ann pulls her to a corner, she follows her without questions. She doesn’t hear what Ann says after that, but she is sitting at a bench alone unable to see anything but Ben and Shawna. She is vaguely aware that her whole body is shaking, the way it does whenever there is drama that she isn’t prepared for. But the shaking is so strong, she feels unable to move so she sits there, with a wooden table as a jail cell.
“Mark Brandanowitz!” She hears the name and thinks she must be hallucinating. Or that her conscious is suddenly speaking in Ron’s voice. Yes, this is like Mark all over again. But so much worse. Because it’s not Mark, it’s Ben. Dorky, awkward, human disaster Ben. Ben that isn’t hers, but damn it, he should be.
“Ron Swanson.” But Shawna never tried to sleep with Ron. It’s odd that her conscious is just naming names at her now. As she looks up, everything around her starts to become more tangible. More real. And judging by the very real sensation she may throw up at any second, she can presume she isn’t dreaming.
“Son what are you doing here?”
“Actually I came to see Leslie. I heard about the campaign from some guys at the office and-“
“I actually don’t care.” After a couple moments Mark’s eyes find Leslie and he starts bounding over, with his small I’m-smiling-but-can’t smile-too-wide smile. The smile that used to melt Leslies heart into a puddle of the stuff that’s inside fruit gushers. But now she just feels numb.
“Leslie Knope.” What is it about everyone announcing each others full names tonight?
“Hi Mark?” He leans down to give her a hug, and somehow her knees are able to unjelify themselves and pull her up off of the bench. She hugs him, and his warmth around her somehow makes her feel better. She feels small inside his big embrace. His body is a shield from the vision of Ben and Shawna. And she is grateful when he doesn’t stop hugging her. They just sit there, keeping each other warm, and protected from reality. “I don’t know where Ann is” she feels the need to mumble into his blue sweater that smells like axe and wood.
“That’s okay. I was actually looking for you.” He admits and pulls her away at arms length to look at her. “Future Council Woman.” Maybe he can tell her smile isn’t genuine, but he doesn’t comment on it. He starts to walk away from the table, and she has no choice but to follow him.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were running?”
Ben knows he is being a dick. He knows that flirting with a girl in front of Leslie is a tool move. Something that the jocks in high school would have done to the girls that they hooked up with the night before. But he can’t stop himself. All week he has been the one that was hurt and crying inside random malls. She just picked herself up and powered on, unaffected. She accomplished everything with a furry of gusto even stronger than before, and it made him wonder if he was the one holding her back this whole time. He knows she is watching them, and for once it feels nice to be the one being watched instead of the one doing the watching. And he knows it is wrong, but something about the hurt in her eyes makes him feel better about the situation. He knows that part of him wants to push her, push her to the point where she would run into his arms and tell him that she chose him instead. Granted, if she did that he wouldn’t let her. He cares about her too much to be the one standing in between her and her dreams. But it doesn’t stop him from dreaming about her choosing him. It doesn’t stop him from wishing that she would care about this relationship as much as he does. And it doesn’t stop him from feeding that small dickish part that spurns him to touch Shawna’s arm while laughing at some joke she says.
But the whole time he knows where Leslie is. He follows her blonde hair in the park, the golden locks that would always be his kryptonite. He can feel her, and sense her anytime she is around, and now is no different. But he tries not to look at her. To focus on Shawna, and her brown curls that hang lifelessly by her face, and her eyes that lack childlike excitement. He tries to respond to her statements in ways that show he is listening, without giving her his full attention. But when he finally looks up and sees the blonde curls partly covered by a mans arms, he misses a key point to Shawna’s story. He is too busy watching a hug, with a random man, that lasts a little too long for his comfort.
And something seems to lurch inside him. Shauna’s eyes follow his and she looks over to where the new couple is walking, his arm around her as if it belonged there.
“Wow haven’t seen him in awhile.”
“Mhm… So um who is that?”
“Him?” Ben nods at her and she crosses her arms defensively. “Mark Brandanowitz. He used to be a city planner.” It goes silent, while both of them stare at the couple, which are now sitting under a tree, and Ben can’t help note that Leslie has stopped looking at him and has now focused on Mark. He watches as the Mark guy waves his hands in the middle of some story, and her eyes crinkle as she laughs. “Well good for Leslie. Heaven knows she’s been in love with him for…. Well as long as I’ve known her.” But somehow her tone seems like she wishes them anything but the best. And Ben can’t help but echo that insincere sentiment.
“So Leslie I haven’t seen you in forever.” At this point she would have given him a hard time, but her heart isn’t in it. She still just wants to curl up into a ball and cry.
“I know. It’s been a long time.”
“I thought running for city council would have made you more happy then this. You look like someone just died” He teases, all the while looking at her with a concerned face. Crap on a sucker, he knows her too well.
“I thought it would too.”
“Okay… so what is up? You don’t really believe that the world will end tomorrow? ”
At this point Leslie is fed up, she’s hurt, and she can’t talk to the one person she really wants to so she might as well talk to Mark. She takes a big breathe and decides to lay it out on their figurative table. “See that guy over there?” She watches as Marks eyes go to Ben, who is currently nodding at something Shawna is saying. When Mark nods and turns back to her she let’s herself forget about the campaign and just talk. “I dated him. But he was technically my boss, so we had to break up, otherwise there would be a huge scandal. And I really want this new job. But it just….” She sees Mark looking down at her with his eyebrows raised, trying to pull the answer out of her. “It just hurts. All of it. And I can’t be with him even though he has a really cute butt, and a nice face, and great hair, and likes politics because it’s city council. Because I have dreamed about this opportunity since I was five. And this is more important than some stupid boy. But it just…” She trails off and starts playing with her finger nails, which she recently painted red in hopes that Ben would notice.
“Hurts?” He answers for her and she nods. “Well… if it makes you feel any better Shawna is terrible in bed.” She lets out a small laugh before she can help herself. “I mean truly awful. Bad.” And she lets herself laugh for the first time that night. He puts an arm around her and pulls her in close, letting her rest her head on his shoulder. The gesture reminds her of when he gave her the plans for the park and she is thankful for an amazing friend.
“Besides Knope. You are the strongest person I know. I have seen you literally chain yourself to a fence. You will make it through this.” She nods but for the first time she wonders if she actually will. She wonders if this empty feeling will ever be replaced.
“So did anything ever happen between them?” He hopes he sounds nonchalant, and he must have because Shawna doesn’t seem to notice. She gets oddly professional, trying to straighten her sweater. He watches as Leslie’s head falls on the other mans shoulder, her blonde hair covering his neck and parts of his sweater. He feels something inside of him start boiling when the man wraps his arm around her, and moves it up and down on her arm. Who is this guy? Where did he come from?
“I don’t know. We never talked about it. Anyways… Ben” But before she can finish her sentence, Ben finds himself asking if she wants to go listen to the flutes. She seems taken aback, but agrees and he grabs her arm awkwardly and they walk over to where Ron and the crazys are playing. He sits on the top of the picnic table Leslie was just at, and waits for Shawna, who is giving him a confused look, to sit next to him. When she does, he leans back on his arms behind him, scooting as close to her as possible.
“So Shauna. Tell me about your job.”
They both watch as Shauna and Ben rush over to watch the flute orchestra. They both watch them sit as close to each other as possible. Mark must have felt Leslie stiffen beside him, because he didn’t waste a second before standing up again, and helping her up. He purposely starts walking away from them, so they can’t see the sight of the two of them. Leslie just breathes out heavily, feeling more exhausted as seconds pass. Where once she was shaking with rage, now she is defeated and tired. Let them have babies. Ugly brunette babies with a knack for sleeping with politicians.
“So Mark. What are you doing here?”
“I came here to see you actually. I heard about your campaign and I wanted to help. I tried to call you, but…” He seems embarrassed as if she purposely ignored him.
“Wait did you get a new number?”
“Yes, like five months ago. Why?” She can tell he is confused.
“I’ve been only answering phone calls to people I know. I’ve been getting a lot of unknown numbers calling me recently. And most of them happen to be citizens yelling at me for running in this election due to the fact that I was born in Eagleton.”
“Wait you were…. What?”
“You’ve missed a lot Mark.”
“Apparently so. Eagleton. Wow. Well I guess that explains that. And every time I tried to call Ron, April just hung up on me. Though I guess I should have expected that.”
“You could have called Ann?” But based on the look he is giving her, he thought he couldn’t. “Well it doesn’t matter. I am glad we can talk now.”
He smiles and crosses his arms. “I am as well. And I wanted you to know, I am going to vote for you. And I am sorry I haven’t been that great of a friend recently. After Ann and I-” He looks like a fish out of water, so she decides to throw him a lifeline.
“No Mark, I totally understand. So you want to help huh?”
“Yes. Give me tasks I can do Council woman.” They both smile at each other, but at that moment a laugh from Shawna rings out across the way. Leslie feels her smile fade and for the first time that night actual tears well up in her eyes. Before she could wipe them away, Mark has pulled her into another hug. He’s being awfully intimate tonight.
“Gosh I’m sorry that the first night I see you in a year I am a mess.” She mumbles into his sweater/jacket, and she feels his laugh reverberate throughout her entire body.
“Don’t worry about it Leslie. You should have seen me right after Ann. It wasn’t pretty. But there is one thing I don’t understand.”
“Hmm?”
“Why aren’t you fighting?” She pulls away and looks up at him confused and he gives her his parenting look. Oh what she imagines his face would look like if he was chastising a child. “You are Leslie Knope. I have never seen you give up.”
“But I can’t be with him?”
“Why not?”
“Because of the campaign and..”
“First of all, when have you ever cared what people thought? You can offer this city more than any other candidate, sex scandal or not. And maybe you can’t be with him, but you can show him why you are worth waiting for.” She stares at him confused, and by the look he is giving her, she can tell that he is expecting her brain to process something she hasn’t yet. So instead she just stares at him, her mouth open in confusion. He grabs her face in his hands, and forces her to look at him.
“You are Leslie Knope, deputy director of Parks and Recreation, and chairwoman of the pit..”
“Chairwoman of the departmental subcommittee for pit beautification.” She corrects,
“And future Council woman. Leslie you are the most determined person I know.” She still isn’t sure what she is supposed to be getting from this speech. But when he pulls her close and kisses her forehead, then gives her another hug she does feel stronger. She is Leslie freaking Knope. But she still doesn’t know what to do about Ben.
When Ben watches them hug yet again, he feels red hot rage run through his veins. How dare she get over him so fast? How long as she been dating this guy? Seriously she felt it necessary to bring him to this function?
He can hear Shawna saying something in his ear, but he can’t hear or process anything except for the tall, handsome man that is currently declaring something to Leslie. It looks like a love confession, if he had to guess. Especially by the way her mouth is hanging open in shock. He feels his fist curl up into a ball. That should be him, him Ben declaring to Leslie that he loved her. That he has loved her since the moment she proposed Harvest Festival- in a room full of people willing to loose their jobs for her, and her beaming brighter than any torch. He has loved her since she called him nine times from the hospital, once with a song where she rhymed Benji with stingy. Since she kissed him back in his office.
As he watches Mark kiss the top of her head, he has had enough. He knows its rude, and that Shawna is watching, but something pulls him off of the bench and lunges him towards them. If he had any common sense he would stop, but then they are hugging AGAIN. When he gets closer, he can see Mark’s eyes look at him as if he knows a secret. That pisses Ben off even more. But he at least has stopped hugging Leslie. Leslie turns to look at what Mark is distracted by, and just stares at Ben in shock.
“I need to talk to you.”
Leslie looks at Mark. As if she has to check with him to have a conversation with her boss. And then she looks back at Ben and nods. He grabs her hand, and marches towards his car. He sees her, out of the corner of his eye, look back at Mark, and watches Mark just give her a smile back. Apparently this Mark guy thought he had nothing to worry about when it came to Leslie. Well he was wrong. Ben throws open his door and gets in the car, waiting for Leslie to do the same. He slams his door shut and listens to it’s bang echo through the car. Soon they are driving in silence and he has no idea where he is going. All he knows is that he has to take her away, away from the tall man with the affinity for hugging.
“Ben?” She sounds confused. Her voice prompts him to pull into the parking lot closest to him, which just so happens to be to city hall, to their office. He still has no idea what he is doing or what to say, so he instead just gets out of the car and marches inside. He can hear her boots on the ground behind him so he knows she is following him. His legs carry him to his office. He doesn’t really know where else to go. And as soon as he reaches his office, turns and looks at her confused and nervous expression, he feels himself start to pause. What is he doing? She looks down at the ground for a second, and something brings him back to their first kiss. When she took a momentary glance at the ground right before he kissed her. In this exact spot. And without thinking he leans in and grabs her. He expects her to resist, but she is leaning into him and kissing him back. Soon their lips are fighting for control. He hears her moan, and he grabs her ass, hoisting her up and shoving her against the wall. She wraps her legs around him, and he runs his hands up and down her legs. He has never been this primal with her before, it was always gentle and kind. But something inside him is snapping, and he needs her now, more than ever before.
He can tell she needs to breathe, so he starts kissing down her neck and digging his fingers deeper into her ass. She whimpers his name and he feels himself loose all control.
“Who was he?” His voice sounds week as she leans back to throw her vest off.
“Mark, a friend.” She answers breathily, staring him in the eyes. He leans forward and they start kissing again, their tongues battling for control. She lightly sucks on his tongue, and he pulls away, rage still running through his veins. He starts sucking on her neck again, this time harder, listening to her breathing increase.
“I don’t believe you.”
“He used to date Ann.” She says, as if that is supposed to mean something to him. But he knows, knows there is more to the story. He looks at her, both of them breathing heavily.
“Did you ever sleep with him?”
“Once.” She admits. And they continue to stare at each other. At that moment, Ben feels as if his bubble of a heart has been popped and the air is starting to slowly leak out of it. He suddenly doesn’t want to own or claim her, he wants to leave. He wants to go drown himself in a bottle of cheap lite beer until he forgets how she always smells like sugar and vanilla. As if she could read him she corrects herself.
“Eight years ago.” And suddenly the balloon hole is patched up, and he can’t stop himself from kissing her again. This time he knows he must be bruising her lips, but he needs to taste her, to meld with her, to own her. His Leslie. She kisses back, and suddenly all he can feel is her. He can feel her hands on his face, pulling him close, her feet are crossed behind his ass pulling her closer to his body, her chest heaving against his. When he pulls away, he can feel her breath on his face, labored and heavy. He can see her eyes, still shut, trying to push down all the emotions. “He doesn’t… He isn’t you.” She looks at him to see his reaction. He looks at her and can see his own sorrow that he has been carrying around for weeks reflected in her eyes. She looks weak and vulnerable for the first time he has known her. “And… Shawna?”
He doesn’t want to answer. He wants to be selfish, and let her wonder. But he also knows that isn’t fair. “She isn’t Leslie Knope.” He admits. And for the first time, he feels like he is suffocating. She’s too close. She’s all over. He loves this woman, she’s here, and no matter how much he touches her- she won’t belong to him. Right as he is about to place her down, she pulls the bottom of her shirt off and throws it on the ground. Then, it doesn’t matter how long he has her for, he has her now. She is pawing at his shirt, trying to get it off of him, and he helps her take it off, all the while staring into her eyes. She looks nervous, but before he can ask about it, she growls something in his ear that sounds like “I am Leslie Fucking Knope.” And with that he is drowning in her all over again. He lets his hands run down her sides, as she starts grinding against him, sucking his neck, leaving marks. But he could care less. In fact, it makes him just want more. He needs her.
He reaches down and shoves her pants and underwear off in a swoop. And she starts trying to reach his pants. But he just starts pawing her through her bra. He reaches underneath and pinches a nipple until she moans his name. He leans down, pushes the bra up above her breasts and starts lavishing her tit with his tongue. He rolls her other nipple between his fingers, as he sucks and bits on the nipple in his mouth. She arches her back against the wall, pushing her breasts further into his mouth, gasping every couple of seconds. He takes her bra off and throws it across the room because he wants to see her breasts pushed out for him, her writhing against a wall because of his motions.
“Who is better at this?” He asks, licking the underside of her breast, and then blowing warm air on to her nipple.
“You.” She all but shouts, grabbing his head and forcing him to take her nipple back in his mouth. “Ben.” She begs. And without warning, or checking to see if she is wet, he shoves a finger inside of her. She moans, loader than he has ever heard her moan before. And his finger is drenched. She is soaking wet for him, her juices running down his finger. He takes it out of her, and then shoves it in her again, even deeper. He watches as she bounces against the wall, and her mouth hangs open in desire. He watches her tits jiggle from the bounce and he needs her. His dick is so hard and he needs her. He runs his finger around the edge of her opening, and then circles around her clit.
“Ben.” She whispers his name again, and he knows he will never get tired of hearing it.
“Tell me what you want Leslie.”
“You.” She says, and he inserts his finger in her again and she whimpers when he curves it inside of her. “I need you to”
“To what?”
“To fuck the shit out of me.”
Ben almost looses it. Leslie has never spoken so crass. He hasn’t even heard her cuss more than five times in the time he has known her. And now he has her begging for him. She even spreads her legs wider so he can see her pink vagina, wet and ready for him. Without stopping to think about it, he shoves his pants down around his ankles and enters her. She is so tight around him, her walls squeezing on him, and he feels complete. She whimpers and thrusts against him.
“Leslie.” He hates himself for the power she has over him.
“Ben!” She screams and starts bouncing on his cock, trying to get him to move. He gets the point and slips himself out, then slams into her again. He is pounding her with his dick, trying to fuck himself into her heart. She is moaning in a desperate, wild manner, and trying to match his thrusts, but he isn’t getting as deep as he wants to.
He sets her down, and turns her away from him. It is too hard to see her face right now. He bends her over Chris’ desk and runs his hand over her shapely ass. She separates her legs and thrusts her ass towards him, begging him to continue. He doesn’t. He can feel his cock, begging to be touched, but instead he allows himself to do something he has never before. He slaps her ass, and listens to her gasp. He watches a red mark form, and slips a finger into her wetness. He spanks her one time time, watching her ass jiggle, and her moan. Then he can’t stop himself from entering her from behind.
They have never done this before, not in the office, not from behind. And he can feel every muscle in her pussy contract around him.
“Mine.” He didn’t mean to say it, but with her all around him, it’s the only thing he can think. He sees her head nod in agreement and he exits her, and slams into her again.
“Always” she seems to moan involuntarily. He just starts fucking her as hard as he can. Fast, without a tempo. Right when he feels himself start to tighten and exits her before he can slam into her one last time, she turns around. She leans forward and kisses him, a kiss that starts of dirty, but to his surprise turns tender. He pulls her close to him, getting lost in her perfect lips. They pause, forgetting everything else and just kiss each other. He feels like she is trying to tell him something, but he feels like his heart is too overloaded with emotions to grasp what that is. She pulls away, and her eyes look at his. She is begging him to understand something, something that hurts him too much to grasp. He gently lifts her up on to the desk and starts kissing her again. He enters her, and this time it is slow and more intimate. He can hear her moan his name in her ear, and he feels something wet on his shoulder. Something about the moment makes him feel like he might start crying as well.
“Leslie.” Her name sounds like a prayer on his lips. He starts again, thrusting in her, but this time it is gentle, and soft. It’s a slow build, and his hands start wandering around her perfect body, trying to memorize every line and curve. He feels the feeling start building, and reaches down to draw circles around her clit. She just keeps chanting his name, her naked breasts rubbing against his chest. Then he feels her walls clench around him, and her whole body shudder in his arms. He lets himself push two more times and soon he is spilling his warm seed into her. They both sit there, him inside of her still, breathing heavy. And after a couple of moments, she wraps her arms tight around him and buries her head into his chest. He can feel her gently shaking against him, and all he can do is play with her hair, and rub her back. They stay like that for at least twenty minutes, even after she has stopped crying, both of them afraid to get back to the real world.