Ben's About to be Filling Both Leslie Voids (3/5)
Title: Ben's About to be Filling Both Leslie Voids (3/5)
Pairing: Ben/Leslie
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Part1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5
"Good morning, sleepy-head."
When Leslie opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Ben standing there, smiling at her, cup of coffee in hand. It was kind of an amused smile, the sort of a smile that said he thought he had the upper hand on something.
Was it because he was up and out of bed before she was? That hardly ever happened.
He was clearly only a few minutes out of the shower, with his hair still a bit wet, wearing jeans and a t-shirt--no shoes or socks. She thought his morning toes were really cute. Really, it was a little difficult to concentrate because she was still shaking a strange dream from her head. The details were fuzzy but she was eating raspberry jelly-filled donuts with a deer family that only spoke Dutch. Hmmm, she could really go for a donut--or maybe a huge apple pancake?
And then Ben started talking before she could do much other than take in his appearance briefly, contemplate sharing breakfast pastries with foreign wildlife, and stretch.
"So. Look. Before you say anything, I want to go first--you were a little drunk last night and I don't want you to feel any pressure to do anything that you may have mentioned last night, under the influence. If for instance, now in the bright, harsh light of morning, you want to reconsider...anything. That's completely okay."
She let his words wash over her, and it took a few seconds before she remembered. And then--Oh! That's right. That.
And while she thought it was very sweet he was giving her an out and that certainly explained his I-think-you-might-regret-something amusement this morning, it really wasn't necessary because, yep, that still sounded like a great idea.
Also it was really sexy and kind of (really, really) dirty and the thought of Ben doing something sexy and really, really dirty to her made her feel all shuddery and tingly. Even this morning when she was just a bit hung over.
"No. I still want to, Ben. Don't you?" She sat up, the sheet falling to her waist. But instead of giving him an eyeful of her naked breasts, she was covered up. Sometime during the night she must have put on one of Ben's t-shirts, although she didn't remember that at all.
"I really do," he grinned at her and sat down on the bed next to her. "I am completely on board with that. I just wanted to make sure you were still interested. It's easy to get a little carried away after some margaritas--"
"Especially if Donna's involved," she added and laughed.
He smiled. "Sure. Donna's involvement can add an extra element of danger to any situation."
"You sound like you're less panicked this morning. Good."
"Well, I had the whole night to freak out about it. And while I'm still a little weirded out that she knows about...that, I think I can deal with it. I'm going to just try to pretend she wasn't involved at all."
"Actually I got the idea from Tom," she said, before thinking that through enough. Crap on a crouton, and just when he was sounding more relaxed.
Ben stared at her like he couldn't quite believe what he had just heard. "Jesus, Leslie. Are you serious?"
"Calm down, Tom and I didn't talk about...that! Eww, Ben. I meant the NYMPHO pants. Remember? Last week with all the clothes from Lady Place? Tom said NYMPHO on the butt had other implications and so last night, for some reason, I started thinking about that and--"
"Um, I'm no expert, but I think that reason may have been tequila," he interrupted.
"Fair point. Anyway, then Donna and I started talking about...the implications of having a pair of pants with NYMPHO on the butt." She watched him chuckle a little in what she assumed was relief.
She continued. "So Donna knows I'm curious about that and she told me some things. So what? Would it make you feel better if I told you that I know sex stuff about her now too?"
"No!" He brought his hands up to his ears and tried to cover them. "No it doesn't. And Leslie, please don't tell me anything! I need to have conversations with her about the campaign and I can't do that if I--"
"Ben! I'm not going to tell you about it. I just said I knew stuff, not that I would share. What is said at a Girl's Night, stays at a Girl's Night."
"Right. That is, until you come home drunk and tell your boyfriend that you want him to...violate your backdoor. Then what's said at Girl's Night can kind of be figured out by third parties. So, that's already going to be strange."
She considered this. "Well, sure. Sometimes that happens, but you also get to, what was that? Violate my backdoor now. God, at least I didn't tell my campaign manager that I wanted him to do that to me. That would be awkward."
She smirked, unable to resist adding, "Although, he is pretty cute. Do you think he'd want to do that to me too?"
"I don't know. Maybe you should get Donna's opinion?"
"Oh! That's a great idea!" She streched across him and pretended to make a grab for his phone on the bedside table, but he quickly reached for her hand before it could make contact with its target. Ben pushed her back and rolled them over so he was lying on top. Then he easily pinned her hands above her head.
They were both laughing as he moved down to kiss her neck before saying, "This is fun. I've missed this--just hanging out together and joking around. Without worrying about polling data and media appearances."
"Me too," she agreed, moving her head into the crook of his neck and her arms down to curl around him. Leslie bent her knee and slid her leg up around his hip.
Ben placed a kiss on her head. "I mean, I'm still worried about that stuff. I'm just not, only doing that. I am sorry I've been so wound up the last couple of weeks. And like a--wait. What was that again? Oh right, a strict MiLF."
Leslie grinned. "A CMILF. I keep telling you. I said CMILF." She answered, untangling her limbs from him and getting up, giving him a great view of her panty-clad backside as she bent over to grab his discarded sweat pants from last night and pulled them on.
And yeah, when she picked them up from the floor, she might have bent over a little more than she needed to.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to brush my teeth and then I'm going to come back here and...CMILF the hell out of you. And then you're going to take me to JJ's for waffles."
"I think you mean BILF," he called out after her and then pulled his t-shirt over his head.
--> Part 4.
Pairing: Ben/Leslie
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Part1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5
"Good morning, sleepy-head."
When Leslie opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Ben standing there, smiling at her, cup of coffee in hand. It was kind of an amused smile, the sort of a smile that said he thought he had the upper hand on something.
Was it because he was up and out of bed before she was? That hardly ever happened.
He was clearly only a few minutes out of the shower, with his hair still a bit wet, wearing jeans and a t-shirt--no shoes or socks. She thought his morning toes were really cute. Really, it was a little difficult to concentrate because she was still shaking a strange dream from her head. The details were fuzzy but she was eating raspberry jelly-filled donuts with a deer family that only spoke Dutch. Hmmm, she could really go for a donut--or maybe a huge apple pancake?
And then Ben started talking before she could do much other than take in his appearance briefly, contemplate sharing breakfast pastries with foreign wildlife, and stretch.
"So. Look. Before you say anything, I want to go first--you were a little drunk last night and I don't want you to feel any pressure to do anything that you may have mentioned last night, under the influence. If for instance, now in the bright, harsh light of morning, you want to reconsider...anything. That's completely okay."
She let his words wash over her, and it took a few seconds before she remembered. And then--Oh! That's right. That.
And while she thought it was very sweet he was giving her an out and that certainly explained his I-think-you-might-regret-something amusement this morning, it really wasn't necessary because, yep, that still sounded like a great idea.
Also it was really sexy and kind of (really, really) dirty and the thought of Ben doing something sexy and really, really dirty to her made her feel all shuddery and tingly. Even this morning when she was just a bit hung over.
"No. I still want to, Ben. Don't you?" She sat up, the sheet falling to her waist. But instead of giving him an eyeful of her naked breasts, she was covered up. Sometime during the night she must have put on one of Ben's t-shirts, although she didn't remember that at all.
"I really do," he grinned at her and sat down on the bed next to her. "I am completely on board with that. I just wanted to make sure you were still interested. It's easy to get a little carried away after some margaritas--"
"Especially if Donna's involved," she added and laughed.
He smiled. "Sure. Donna's involvement can add an extra element of danger to any situation."
"You sound like you're less panicked this morning. Good."
"Well, I had the whole night to freak out about it. And while I'm still a little weirded out that she knows about...that, I think I can deal with it. I'm going to just try to pretend she wasn't involved at all."
"Actually I got the idea from Tom," she said, before thinking that through enough. Crap on a crouton, and just when he was sounding more relaxed.
Ben stared at her like he couldn't quite believe what he had just heard. "Jesus, Leslie. Are you serious?"
"Calm down, Tom and I didn't talk about...that! Eww, Ben. I meant the NYMPHO pants. Remember? Last week with all the clothes from Lady Place? Tom said NYMPHO on the butt had other implications and so last night, for some reason, I started thinking about that and--"
"Um, I'm no expert, but I think that reason may have been tequila," he interrupted.
"Fair point. Anyway, then Donna and I started talking about...the implications of having a pair of pants with NYMPHO on the butt." She watched him chuckle a little in what she assumed was relief.
She continued. "So Donna knows I'm curious about that and she told me some things. So what? Would it make you feel better if I told you that I know sex stuff about her now too?"
"No!" He brought his hands up to his ears and tried to cover them. "No it doesn't. And Leslie, please don't tell me anything! I need to have conversations with her about the campaign and I can't do that if I--"
"Ben! I'm not going to tell you about it. I just said I knew stuff, not that I would share. What is said at a Girl's Night, stays at a Girl's Night."
"Right. That is, until you come home drunk and tell your boyfriend that you want him to...violate your backdoor. Then what's said at Girl's Night can kind of be figured out by third parties. So, that's already going to be strange."
She considered this. "Well, sure. Sometimes that happens, but you also get to, what was that? Violate my backdoor now. God, at least I didn't tell my campaign manager that I wanted him to do that to me. That would be awkward."
She smirked, unable to resist adding, "Although, he is pretty cute. Do you think he'd want to do that to me too?"
"I don't know. Maybe you should get Donna's opinion?"
"Oh! That's a great idea!" She streched across him and pretended to make a grab for his phone on the bedside table, but he quickly reached for her hand before it could make contact with its target. Ben pushed her back and rolled them over so he was lying on top. Then he easily pinned her hands above her head.
They were both laughing as he moved down to kiss her neck before saying, "This is fun. I've missed this--just hanging out together and joking around. Without worrying about polling data and media appearances."
"Me too," she agreed, moving her head into the crook of his neck and her arms down to curl around him. Leslie bent her knee and slid her leg up around his hip.
Ben placed a kiss on her head. "I mean, I'm still worried about that stuff. I'm just not, only doing that. I am sorry I've been so wound up the last couple of weeks. And like a--wait. What was that again? Oh right, a strict MiLF."
Leslie grinned. "A CMILF. I keep telling you. I said CMILF." She answered, untangling her limbs from him and getting up, giving him a great view of her panty-clad backside as she bent over to grab his discarded sweat pants from last night and pulled them on.
And yeah, when she picked them up from the floor, she might have bent over a little more than she needed to.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to brush my teeth and then I'm going to come back here and...CMILF the hell out of you. And then you're going to take me to JJ's for waffles."
"I think you mean BILF," he called out after her and then pulled his t-shirt over his head.
--> Part 4.