Trick-or-Treat
Title: Trick-or-Treat
Pairing: Ben/Leslie
Rating: PG/PG-13ish
Words: 1,000
Notes: For the Halloween trope "Trick-or-Treating."
“Ben!” Leslie called impatiently as she tapped her foot anxiously. “All the good candy is going to be gone!”
“It’s not like she can even eat the candy anyway,” Ben replied a moment later when he emerged from their room wearing the waffle costume that was identical to his wife’s.
“But we can,” Leslie replied, “and that’s not the point. The point is that it’s Madeline’s first Halloween, and we can’t just not take her trick-or-treating.”
He looked to the little bundle sleeping in the stroller and couldn’t help but let a smile overtake his face when he saw how absolutely adorable his daughter was in her tiny Mrs. Butterworth’s costume. “I’m not really sure why we have to dress up though,” Ben grunted as he pulled at the white tights his wife described as “absolutely essential.”
“It’s Halloween, Ben!” Leslie replied, so energetically that the sleeping four-month-old gave a slight jump and fused for a few seconds before finding her thumb and soothing herself back to sleep. Leslie affectionately reached down to straighten her little apron.
Ben smiled, recalling his first Halloween with Leslie. As far as Ben had always known, Halloween involved one night of celebrating when children would dress up and knock on doors for candy, and adults would dress up and go to parties to get wasted. Leslie Knope changed all that. As far as his wife was concerned, if a holiday was worth celebrating, then it was worth celebrating for at least a week. That particular week had been dictated by leaf fights, apple cider dates, and a scary movie marathon. Two years ago, Ben had nearly missed the whole celebration while he was running the campaign in Washington D.C., but even between him flying to Florida to meet with potential candidates and Leslie trying to raise money to help pay for Jerry’s fart attack bill, they still managed to have a scary movie marathon via Skype, and Ben still managed to make it back by the end of the week to propose to the greatest woman in the world.
This year, Leslie sent out the “Halloweek” schedule at the end of July. Their week had been jammed full of trips to the pumpkin patch and jack-o-lanters, hot chocolate, pumpkin pie, and Maddie’s first viewing of the It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. Ben knew how important these memories were to his wife, and he was thankful that he someone who worked so hard to make even the little things special.
“Ben,” Leslie called, waiving her hand in front of his face to snap him out of his daydream. “Are you ready?” she repeated herself. “We’re already ten minutes behind schedule.”
Ben couldn’t help but chuckled at his beautiful wife wearing the giant costume and how absolutely beautiful she still managed to look as she excitedly rocked Madeline’s stroller back and forth.
“Come here,” he begged as he held out his hand to her.
Leslie sighed, thinking about the map that was printed and color coded just waiting for her and Ben to follow for optimal trick-or-treating, but obeyed as she let her husband pull her into his arms, her round waffle costume making it nearly impossible for him to do anything but take her hands in his. “You’re the most beautiful waffle I’ve ever seen,” Ben smiled as he rested his forehead against Leslie’s.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” Leslie replied as she reached up her lips to his.
Ben delighted in the taste of his wife and reveled in the fact that she always seemed to taste like syrup, which oddly made her waffle costume all the more sexy.
“Hey, I have an idea,” Ben began as he pulled away from Leslie’s lips.
“Hm?” Leslie asked as she leaned back in for more.
“Well, our amazing, beautiful daughter is asleep, and we still have hours before the town curfew. What do you say we do some trick-or-treating of our own?”
“Trick-or-treating of our own?” Leslie asked.
“You know,” Ben said gruffly as he raised his eyes brows and nodded his head toward their bedroom.
“Oh,” Leslie said, her own eyes growing darker with desire. “But Maddie-“
“Isn’t going anywhere,” Ben cut her off, pulling her lips back into his and nipping at her bottom lip as his fingers tugged gently at her loose curls. “And your husband is wearing tights,” he managed as his lips wandered down her neck.
“Mmm,” Leslie groaned, her decision made at thought of getting to bask in the sight of her husband’s ass in spandex.
“So what’s it going to be?” he smiled coyly. “Trick-or-treat?”
“Treat,” Leslie hummed against his
Pairing: Ben/Leslie
Rating: PG/PG-13ish
Words: 1,000
Notes: For the Halloween trope "Trick-or-Treating."
“Ben!” Leslie called impatiently as she tapped her foot anxiously. “All the good candy is going to be gone!”
“It’s not like she can even eat the candy anyway,” Ben replied a moment later when he emerged from their room wearing the waffle costume that was identical to his wife’s.
“But we can,” Leslie replied, “and that’s not the point. The point is that it’s Madeline’s first Halloween, and we can’t just not take her trick-or-treating.”
He looked to the little bundle sleeping in the stroller and couldn’t help but let a smile overtake his face when he saw how absolutely adorable his daughter was in her tiny Mrs. Butterworth’s costume. “I’m not really sure why we have to dress up though,” Ben grunted as he pulled at the white tights his wife described as “absolutely essential.”
“It’s Halloween, Ben!” Leslie replied, so energetically that the sleeping four-month-old gave a slight jump and fused for a few seconds before finding her thumb and soothing herself back to sleep. Leslie affectionately reached down to straighten her little apron.
Ben smiled, recalling his first Halloween with Leslie. As far as Ben had always known, Halloween involved one night of celebrating when children would dress up and knock on doors for candy, and adults would dress up and go to parties to get wasted. Leslie Knope changed all that. As far as his wife was concerned, if a holiday was worth celebrating, then it was worth celebrating for at least a week. That particular week had been dictated by leaf fights, apple cider dates, and a scary movie marathon. Two years ago, Ben had nearly missed the whole celebration while he was running the campaign in Washington D.C., but even between him flying to Florida to meet with potential candidates and Leslie trying to raise money to help pay for Jerry’s fart attack bill, they still managed to have a scary movie marathon via Skype, and Ben still managed to make it back by the end of the week to propose to the greatest woman in the world.
This year, Leslie sent out the “Halloweek” schedule at the end of July. Their week had been jammed full of trips to the pumpkin patch and jack-o-lanters, hot chocolate, pumpkin pie, and Maddie’s first viewing of the It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. Ben knew how important these memories were to his wife, and he was thankful that he someone who worked so hard to make even the little things special.
“Ben,” Leslie called, waiving her hand in front of his face to snap him out of his daydream. “Are you ready?” she repeated herself. “We’re already ten minutes behind schedule.”
Ben couldn’t help but chuckled at his beautiful wife wearing the giant costume and how absolutely beautiful she still managed to look as she excitedly rocked Madeline’s stroller back and forth.
“Come here,” he begged as he held out his hand to her.
Leslie sighed, thinking about the map that was printed and color coded just waiting for her and Ben to follow for optimal trick-or-treating, but obeyed as she let her husband pull her into his arms, her round waffle costume making it nearly impossible for him to do anything but take her hands in his. “You’re the most beautiful waffle I’ve ever seen,” Ben smiled as he rested his forehead against Leslie’s.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” Leslie replied as she reached up her lips to his.
Ben delighted in the taste of his wife and reveled in the fact that she always seemed to taste like syrup, which oddly made her waffle costume all the more sexy.
“Hey, I have an idea,” Ben began as he pulled away from Leslie’s lips.
“Hm?” Leslie asked as she leaned back in for more.
“Well, our amazing, beautiful daughter is asleep, and we still have hours before the town curfew. What do you say we do some trick-or-treating of our own?”
“Trick-or-treating of our own?” Leslie asked.
“You know,” Ben said gruffly as he raised his eyes brows and nodded his head toward their bedroom.
“Oh,” Leslie said, her own eyes growing darker with desire. “But Maddie-“
“Isn’t going anywhere,” Ben cut her off, pulling her lips back into his and nipping at her bottom lip as his fingers tugged gently at her loose curls. “And your husband is wearing tights,” he managed as his lips wandered down her neck.
“Mmm,” Leslie groaned, her decision made at thought of getting to bask in the sight of her husband’s ass in spandex.
“So what’s it going to be?” he smiled coyly. “Trick-or-treat?”
“Treat,” Leslie hummed against his