April Drabbles
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating: G through NC-17
Timeline: All over the place.
Summary: 1. Distracted by Ben's butt, 2. Pregnant and frustrated, 3. First-time sex, 4. Goodnight kiss, 5. On a desk, 6. Boring sex, 7. Ben puts on sympathy weight during the pregnancy, 8. Ben and Stephen run into Jean-Ralphio at the store:, 9. Lazy morning sex, 10. Trying a new position, 11. Easter (2009), 12. Fingering, 13. kinky pregnancy sex
Note: A lot of these are sex prompts (yay!)
1. Distracted by Ben's Butt:
“So what do you think?” he asks, standing up from his seat on the edge of the bed to pull his plaid pajama bottoms the rest of the way on. Ben turns around and looks at Leslie expectantly.
“What? Oh, sorry, I was distracted,” she answers, giving him a grin.
Ben rolls his eyes at his wife.
“What? Babe! You can’t…practically moon me and expect me to pay attention to your words when your naked butt is right there…just asking for my attention.”
He chuckles and crawls into bed next to her. “Alright. Focus. And now that I have your undivided attention, what do you think?”
“About taking the kids to work for a photo op?”
“Yeah.”
“Well,” she pauses and Ben watches as her brow furrows just a bit. “We do take the kids to work sometimes, so it’s not just for show.”
“Right,” he agrees.
“And we talked about this-a campaign involves all of us, the whole team-even the kids to some degree. We’ve both been through an election before, so this isn’t a surprise. Although, I am kind of surprised that Jenn wants to have the little monsters this involved in your congressional campaign.”
“Oh, I’m fairly sure she’ll be all ponchoed up and protected while the kids are running and screaming around my office.”
Leslie laughs. “And Roz will certainly appreciate a couple of hours off. I say it’s okay. It’ll be fun for them and it’s important to show that men are involved in raising kids and all of that.”
“Right.”
“Besides, I know that everyone thinks bringing Gryzzl to Pawnee was your most important accomplishment as City Manager, but I think it’s really hot that you championed the cause of getting changing tables installed in all the men’s rooms in City Hall.”
“That’s hot? I mean, it’s convenient and promotes gender equality, but-”
“Yes,” Leslie interrupts, nodding passionately. “Face it, you were a hot and sexy husband, and now you’re also a hot and sexy dad. And soon, you’re going to be a hot and sexy congressman. And when you say things like, promotes gender equality, you are really, super fucking hot,” she insists in a whisper, before moving closer for a kiss, which Ben returns with his usual enthusiasm.
After he pulls back, his hand stays wound in her hair, slowly sliding down her neck, as he tells her, “Well, you’re a very hot and sexy roommate, wife, mother, and soon-to-be Deputy Director of Operations and Interior.”
“Mmmmmmmm. God, we’re both completely awesome! Why don’t you go close the door the rest of the way and take your pants off again, Congressman Wyatt?”
2. Pregnant and Frustrated:
“Do you want another pillow?”
“I want my laptop,” Leslie tells him in a huff.
“Babe. Come on. It’s ten o'clock. No more work,” Ben insists, tucking the covers up around her before settling into bed next to his wife, where she’s propped up against some pillows and looking longingly at her MacBook on the dresser.
“But-”
“Nope. You promised me that you would stop working at ten.”
Leslie sighs and then pouts. It’s really adorable but Ben tries not to laugh- that will only make her think that he’s going to relent. Which he’s not.
“Oh! Look! Over in the corner! It’s Kathy Ireland doing naked-”
“Nope. I’m not turning around so that you can sneak that binder down under the covers and work when you think I’m not looking. That may have worked last week, but it’s not working tonight.”
“She’s doing squats,” Leslie tries.
Ben can’t hold it in any longer and snorts in laughter. “Honey, the only woman I want to see do squats is you.”
“Oh. Well, no. No. That’s not happening now,” Leslie tells him, eyes wide, before giggling. “And also, I don’t believe you.”
“Well…” he trails off before ending with, “it’s true.”
“What if I said Emilia Clarke was in roller skates downstairs?”
“I’d say that I didn’t care because Leslie Knope was in bed right here.”
When she looks at him like she’s going to cry, a more and more frequent occurrence when he says something sweet, Ben doesn’t mind, he just leans in and kisses her.
At only five months pregnant, Leslie looks around seven and she’s almost always sleepy or hungry or crying or horny. All while organizing a new NPS office.
But their new normal seems to be getting in bed by nine most nights, Leslie softly snoring by at least eleven. For the first time since they’ve been together, Ben is actually able to get at least eight hours of uninterrupted sleep next to his wife.
It’s been kind of wonderful.
Except on the nights that she starts out tired but then gets a second wind. Those nights are…interesting. Just last week she compared herself to Jabba the Hutt and then suggested he get a gold bikini to wear for her.
Strangely, he has not actually shot that one down yet.
“Fine. You win. No more working tonight. But, the babies are hungry,” she tells him finally.
“What strange concoction are the babies suggesting this evening?”
“Toast with peanut butter. Oh, with some crumbled potato chips on top.”
He gives Leslie a look. “That one actually sounds kind of good.”
“I know!” she agrees excitedly, smiling and nodding. “It really does. Join me for some bed toast?”
“Okay. Then I’ll give you a massage if you want. You pick the location,” Ben tells her, getting up.
“A massage wild card?”
“Yes. Everything is on the table,” he tells her with a grin and a raise of his eyebrows.
“Mmmmmm…sexy.”
3: Leslie/Ben first time sex:
“What’s your favorite position?”
“For sex?” Ben asks, giving her a lazy smile.
They’re both in her bed, heads turned to face each other, in her adorable disaster of a bedroom. Ben had followed Leslie over to her house to talk about their kiss in the City Manager’s office. That lasted all of about five minutes before they ended up climbing the cluttered stairs, removing clothing sloppily as they went.
Ben did the best he could to avoid the piles of the books and stacks of stuff on the stairs-he only tripped twice.
“Yes, Ben. For sex. I’m trying to get to know you better. For future intimate things,” she tells him seriously.
He laughs, runs his hand lightly across her bare stomach, delighting in the way she shivers at his touch. “All of them are pretty good. I mean, I really liked what we just did a few minutes ago.”
Leslie smiles back at him. “Me too. But I don’t believe that all of them thing. There’s got to be one that you like more than others.”
“Well, I don’t know about like more…or just one. It depends on a lot of things-mood, time of day, how well I know my partner, stuff like that.” He pauses. “Okay. Are we really talking about this?”
“Yeah. I’m curious. I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” she teases.
Ben turns on his side, facing her. “Oh, well, you start. What’s your favorite position, Leslie Knope from the Parks Department? For, um, sex,” he adds at the end.
“I like being on top.”
“I liked that too. A lot.”
“I also like straddling someone’s lap. You know, sort of sitting. We should do that one next.”
He nods slowly. “Yeah. Definitely.”
“So?”
“What?”
“It’s your turn.”
“Oh. Okay,” he smiles at her. “Well, I really like what we just did, um, with you on top, but sometimes, I like being on top too,” he finishes, watching her reaction.
“Yeah, that works.”
“And I like the straddling, what you just mentioned,” he stops. “Also, um, from behind is fun.”
“Oh, you mean doggy-style?”
He nods.
“About that one….”
“Yeah?”
“It’s not really a first-time, getting to know you kind of position,” she tells him.
“No,” he agrees. “Right.”
“Maybe a…” she studies his face. “Seventh-time position?”
“That could definitely work,” he nods. “I’ll just make a note on my schedule.”
It’s quiet for a minute or two, just long enough for him to wonder if he said the wrong thing. He was joking.
But then she breaks the silence.
“So, on that topic, I have to ask this. Why do guys like that so much? From behind.”
“Oh, um, do you not? We don’t have to-”
“No. No, I mean it’s good. It’s-I don’t have a problem with it, it just doesn’t stand out as…a favorite for me. But you like it a lot-I mean, it made your list of favorites and everything,” she smirks at him. “Is it just because you’re in control and I’ll be all bent over and-”
“Not really,” Ben interrupts. “I mean, and I’m just answering for myself, not all men or anything, of course I don’t dislike the control part. But mostly, it’s just…really sexy. And dirty. And I’ll get to see everything, um, all spread open.”
“Oh. So you enjoy looking at lady parts?”
He laughs. “Um. Well. Yes?”
“That makes sense,” she replies, cracking a smile to match his.
“And I can get really deep inside you. But also kiss your shoulders,” he tells her softly, as he leans in and kisses the top of the shoulder closest to him. Sucks on her skin for just a second. “And grab your hips, before I slide a hand down and play with your clit.”
And with that, his palm goes down to the smooth skin of Leslie’s hip, rubbing her skin gently, before giving a firm squeeze. His fingers skim just a bit lower, play with the crease of her thigh. He keeps his hand there, though, doesn’t wander any further.
He can practically feel her frustration and he grins just a little bit.
Ben watches as her eyes widen and she exhales slowly, her breasts rising and falling with her breaths. And although they’ve only had sex this one time so far and they’ve been spending the last few months at work trying very hard not to flirt, he’s pretty sure she’s getting really turned on again.
He’s also pretty sure that she likes this-him talking to her about the sexy things the wants to do to her, so he decides to keep going.
“But before I did any of that, I’d make sure you were really, really wet. Probably go down on you first and make you come against my mouth. Then, I’d turn you over on your stomach and kiss all the way down your back. Pull you up by your hips and slide my hand down and over you. Maybe lean in and push my tongue inside you again.”
She makes a noise. Kind of something between a squeak and a gasp.
Ben grins. “Maybe slide a finger in you first…”
Before he can finish, she moves in and kisses him, all hot and open-mouthed, her body pushing into his.
“Did I say seventh-time position?” Leslie asks. “I meant second.”
4. Goodnight Kiss:
“Leslie.”
Ben’s voice is soft and full of understanding, even if he also sounds a little exasperated. And really, she can’t blame him. It’s past three in the morning and she’s sitting cross-legged at his window seat, wide awake, her laptop open.
“I just thought I’d get up for a few minutes. Check the weather for tomorrow.”
Ben sits up groggily and squints at his phone-probably to see the time. He’s all disheveled and concerned-looking, a mixture of rumbled plaid pajama pants and a grey t-shirt, along with a messy bed head.
“Have you slept at all?”
“Well, we went to bed at midnight and I listened to you snore for about an hour. And then I got up and cleaned out your refrigerator, which was very gross by the way-I’m blaming Andy for most of that. Then I came back to bed and tried to fall asleep, but I had a dream that you and Bobby Newport ran off to Majorca together. So you could make-out with floozies.”
“That’s not going to happen,” Ben assures her, before yawning.
“No, I didn’t think so. But still, I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I got up.”
“Come here,” he says holding out his hand.
Leslie shuts the laptop and the room loses it’s light glow, walks over, and takes his hand. His side of the bed is all warm and snuggily when she sits down next to him.
“Babe. You need to get some sleep.” Ben’s hand rubs gently along her back as he speaks, before he slides under her t-shirt and follows along her spine with a bit more pressure, making her lean back into the heel of his hand.
“That’s easy for you to say, Sir Snores-A-Lot.”
Ben laughs at her words and pulls her shirt back down. “Sorry.”
“No. No, it’s fine, it’s not your fault that I’m still awake. Besides, it’s good that you’re getting some sleep. I want my campaign manager to be well-rested and sharp for Election Day tomorrow, in case we need to demand a recount or argue logistics or something. Or set Bobby Newport’s mansion on fire.”
“Okay, I want you to get some rest so you don’t have a nervous breakdown. And I’m pretty sure we’re not going to be setting anything on fire.”
“Is that campaign manager Ben, or boyfriend Ben talking?”
“Both,” he says, brushing some of her hair off her neck. He kisses the skin he uncovers. “And that right there was me as your boyfriend. Do you think it would help you sleep if we had sex again?”
She considers this. It’s definitely tempting, Ben is always tempting, but he’s also so very worn-out looking right now.
Honestly, she’s probably been keeping him up the last couple of nights, probably longer with all of her noisy sleep-debating. Besides, Leslie is also pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to relax enough to come and then Ben would just want to be all sweet and keep trying and neither of them would get any rest.
Leslie smiles as he lays back against his pillow and tugs her down right next to him, so that he’s near the middle of the bed and she’s lying on his usual side, sharing his pillow. He pulls the covers up and over both of them.
“No. Let’s just talk for a couple of minutes,” she tells him. “Until I get tired.”
“When I was growing up and I couldn’t sleep, I’d-”
“Count sheep?” She guesses, as he runs his thumb back and forth along the skin of her wrist. It doesn’t quite tickle, it just feels good. And for how anxious she’s feeling, this really is helping. Ben all warm, lying next to her, and caring about whether she’s awake at three AM.
“No.”
“Robot sheep?” After the words are out of her mouth, Leslie realizes she should have said electric sheep, if only to prove that she does pay attention when he talks about Blade Runner.
Ben laughs. “No, not that either. I would-”
“Imagine what it would be like to become the first female governor of Indiana?”
“Oh my god, are you going to let me finish my sentence?”
She can tell he’s smiling even though the room is dark and she’s looking straight ahead. “Tell me. What did you used to think about when you couldn’t sleep?”
“Kathy Ireland doing naked aerobics.”
Leslie laughs at his familiar confession, making the whole bed shake. “I love you and like you, but you are a weirdo,” she tells him as his fingers slide down and entwine with hers under the covers, while he quietly joins in her laughter. “And that does not surprise me because you are also a pervert.”
“Yeah. That actually did not help me fall asleep…well, at least not at first. But right now, I want you to close your eyes, take some deep breaths, and think of something nice. Something that makes you happy.”
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Ben’s foot is rubbing against hers even though she’s sure her recently-out-of-bed toes are cold against his skin and it’s pretty easy to decide what makes her happy.
“Listen,” he whispers to her. “This is all over tomorrow. And we’ve worked really hard…you’ve worked so incredibly hard. And I believe in you and I love you and I like you. And I know that you are going to make an amazing councilwoman, but right now, you have to get some sleep first.”
He’s definitely right about one thing-this is all over tomorrow and no matter what happens with the election, it means that she and Ben can have a normal relationship without all of this craziness. Go out to dinner or have lazy sex at three in the morning just because…not as a means to try and knock her.
Leslie takes another deep breath and yawns on the exhale. Then she turns her head so she can bump her nose softly against his and give Ben another kiss goodnight.
5. On a Desk
“This is so bad,” Leslie tells him, even as she scoots forward on the desk, her skirt pushed up around her waist, panties shoved down, and legs spread wide so Ben can stand in-between.
“This is incredibly bad,” he agrees, as he grabs hold of her hips. “Are you absolutely sure you want to do this here?” He leans in close to whisper, “We could get caught.”
Leslie smiles and nods, Ben’s fingers tightening on her as he slides inside.
“This is very…oooohhhh, inappropriate. I don’t even come down this hallway much anymore. I’m not sure whose desk this is now,” Leslie adds, as she lays back and gropes around for a nameplate so she can know who the actual owner of the desk is that they are defiling. Before she can find it, Ben starts hitting this spot that makes her toes curls in delight and she just has to close her eyes and hold on.
When he leans forward, covering her, she buries her face in the crook of his neck, tilting her face up to kiss along the scruff on his jawline-they’ve been busy packing and he didn’t even shave this morning.
The kids had called him fuzzy after dinner, giggled and screamed when he chased them around the house pretending to be a cuddle-monster, finally catching and tickling them as they squealed. But to her, this look will always remind her of Ben making calzones and working on his claymation video, and of him thankfully and wonderfully agreeing to run her City Council campaign after her event debacle on ice.
Leslie arches her back up from not-Ann’s desk and glances out into the deserted and darkened first floor hallway, overwhelmed with more memories of sneakily meeting her secret-boyfriend in here to hold hands and work together.
Way, way back in their bubble.
Once they even kissed underneath it. Ben had given her a look and dropped his pen, then ducked down to the floor to find it. Leslie, finally catching on, laughed and dropped her pen as well and joined him on the floor, where they quickly and quietly kissed. She recalls that he tasted like coffee that day and how his hand felt wrapped around her neck, as he pulled her close and pressed his lips softly to hers. Leslie was wearing a skirt then too and the carpet was rough against her knees.
But tonight, they’re just going for it, absolutely fucking on the desk that she had once promised Ann that she and Ben would never do anything on. When Leslie had called Ann a few days ago to see if she had a problem with them doing this now, her beautiful best friend had sounded more than a little confused, but didn’t seem to have an ethical problem with it.
Ann’s desk is stop number five in their Making Out in Pawnee bucket list before they head to DC with the triplets next week. Leslie grins when she remembers that the bench under the Wildflower mural is tomorrow’s late night destination.
6. Boring Sex
She’s actually tired and completely distracted by the day’s unusual events, but Leslie still snuggles up to Ben, almost as soon as he gets into bed next to her.
“Hey.”
And from there, it really only is a matter of time before they’re kissing and laughing about something silly that happened earlier, her pajama pants pushed down and off, the flannel pajama shirt unbuttoned. Soon, Ben is making her wet, working her over with his tongue and fingers.
It’s a little by the numbers, but Leslie’s still thinking about her campaign situation, so when Ben enters her a few minutes later, after making her come with his mouth, it’s fine.
Nice.
Maybe nice is the wrong word? It’s comforting and wonderful, the way he feels on top of her, thrusting into her. The way he just fits so perfectly.
Leslie wraps her legs and arms around him, then runs her hands up along Ben’s chest when he pushes up and looks down at her while he keeps up a steady rhythm.
After Ben shudders and comes, he wraps his arms around Leslie and then looks up and frowns.
She thinks he’s going to apologize for finishing so quickly, before she had another orgasm, but really, she doesn’t care about that-right now it’s more about the intimacy and the comfort of having Ben inside her. Of ending their day together and connecting no matter what crazy thing is going on.
But instead, he says with a fair amount of alarm in his voice, “The pig is on the window seat.”
“What?” Leslie looks over and sure enough…there’s the pig that she brought home from the shelter earlier that day (along with the 32 cats and dogs-who are hopefully all still out in the living room).
“Oh my god, he watched us have sex,” Leslie says. “How did he even get in here?”
Ben slides out and rolls off her, looking for his discarded pajama pants down at the end of the bed. He puts them on hastily before yelling out, “April!”
7. Ben puts on sympathy weight during the pregnancy. Leslie loves it.
She first notices it one day when he gets out of the shower, towel wrapped around his hips as he looks for a pair of pajamas to put on before bed.
It’s just a little spot, a small section of flesh around his belly button…a little extra something. Ben is still compact and slender, of course, his body as slight and powerful as always, it just looks like he’s maybe put on a pound or two-it’s actually cute.
Really, really cute.
So cute that Leslie suddenly wants nothing more than to wrap her arms around his waist and kiss and lick his tummy. Just like he was a warm muffin fresh from the oven. Mmmmm…muffins.
“Come here for a minute,” she asks, from her spot sitting on the bed.
He gives her a concerned look and walks over. “You okay?”
Leslie nods and places her hands on his hips to guide him closer. He smells like soap and he’s still all warm from the shower. Ben indulges her as she nuzzles against his skin and gives him a kiss, lightly brushing her lips against the light hair below his belly button, all while pushing her fingers into the soft, pliant skin around his middle.
“What’s happening?”
“You’re cute. This is cute.”
“What?” He sounds surprised, like he’s completely unaware of how sexy he is.
“Your belly,” she answers, trying not to giggle.
Are guys self-conscious about this sort of thing? Leslie’s not really sure. She hopes not, she doesn’t want to make Ben feel bad or anything, she just really wants to get her hands and mouth on this cute little stomach.
If his calves were the new butt, then his belly is the new calves. But, of course, she still loves his flat butt most of all.
“What about it?” Ben steps back a couple of feet so he can study her face.
“It’s sexy. You know, a little…rounder? You’re like a sleek, powerful gazelle that just ate a big meal and needs a nap.”
He stares at her for a few seconds like he’s trying to process her words. “Oh my god. No. That’s not a good-”
“Ben! Yes. It is…it’s awesome! Besides, you think my tummy is cute.”
“Your tummy is completely adorable,” he responds. “But you’re growing babies. I’m just…eating waffles with you at midnight when you get a craving. Okay. I can’t do that anymore.”
“Ben!”
“My pants did feel a little tight yesterday,” he mumbles, heading back towards the bathroom. She hears a good lord a few seconds later.
“Babe?”
When Ben comes back out, his eyes are kind of wide. “Five pounds.”
Leslie starts laughing. “Five pounds? That’s nothing. I’ve already gained twelve.”
“Again, honey, you’re pregnant. That’s good. This,” he puts his hand on his stomach, gives it a little pat, “is not. I don’t want to be a…what was that again?”
“A sleek, powerful gazelle that just ate a big meal and needs a nap?”
“Yeah. That. Okay. Maybe I should do some sit-ups before bed?”
“Maybe you should come back here and let me kiss your sexy little belly before you even think about trying to get rid of it.”
Ben gives her a look. “Really? This is doing it for you.”
“Mmmm-hmmmm.”
“You’re so weird.” He tells her, but walks back over and crawls onto the bed next to her anyway.
Leslie snuggles against him and starts working her way down again, nuzzling and kissing a path until she finds her target. Leslie sucks on the skin to the left of his belly button.
Maybe she’ll give him a hickey and mark her territory.
“Besides, you know what they say, right?” She asks, looking up at him. “When you’ve got equipment like yours, you need to build a shed over it.” Leslie can barely hide her amusement as she gets the words out. Luckily, he’s smiling right along with her.
8. Ben runs into Jean-Ralphio at the store:
Ben is at the grocery store with Stephen, the little eighteen-month old safely in his arms and busy reaching for things off the shelves, when Jean-Ralphio sneaks up on them, practically making Ben jump.
He still, really doesn’t handle surprises well.
“Ben-ihana!”
“Oh, um, hi?”
“What is this, what is this? Oh! Is this a mini jello-shot?” Jean-Ralphio makes a face which Stephen returns in delight.
“Yes. This is my son,” Ben answers. “Stephen.”
“Oh, right. Hi little man,” he tells the child, reaching out to take his hand.
Ben grabs Stephen’s small hand protectively before they can make contact. “Uh, no. Sorry, he’s um, probably…sticky?”
“Oh, that’s fine. I am too,” Jean-Ralphio responds, taking the child’s hand.
Ben shuts his eyes as Stephen and Jean-Ralphio shake gleefully. He makes a mental note to anti-bacterial wipe his son down as soon as they get to the car.
“Wait, didn’t you have a whole litter? What happened? Did you lose the rest?”
“They’re at home with Leslie,” Ben answers patiently, as Stephen twists in his arms, trying to grab onto Jean-Ralphio’s hair next, giggling loudly.
“Right. Hold up-I just had an amazing idea.”
“Hi!” Stephen shouts suddenly, holding his hand out to touch Jean-Ralphio again.
“Hi, player,” Jean-Ralphio returns. “So babies? Absolute chick magnets. What do you say I take this one off your hands for the day and he and I hit the strip clubs. See if we can find some milk jugs for lunch.”
“Oh. God. Um, No? No. That is not happening.”
“Okay,” Jean-Ralphio shrugs. “I gotta go to the pharmacy to pick up some oiiinnnt-meeennnt. Later J-shot. Mini j-shot.”
9. Lazy Morning Sex:
“Listen,” Ben whispers in her ear.
Leslie squints at the light coming in through the curtains and makes a face while holding still, trying to hear what he’s talking-she smiles. “You want me to say I don’t hear anything and then you’re going to say, exactly or something like that, right?”
Ben grins and nods. “I love the kids so much but I have to say, when they spend the night at your mom’s house, even if it’s because we both have to work late on a Friday night, I kind of love that too.”
Normally, all of their almost-three year-olds would be wide awake, escaping their toddler beds by five in the morning and trying to get into bed with Leslie and Ben, then probably screaming and laughing, demanding breakfast loudly-maybe one of them even ending up outside somehow?
But this morning, all of that is probably happening across town at her mother’s house and right now, it’s just the two of them, a fact made even more apparent by the way Ben’s hand is rubbing slowly against her bare lower back.
“Do you want waffles for breakfast?” He asks, making her giggle when he pushes his toes against her calves.
“I really don’t want to leave the house until we pick the monsters up at noon.”
He smiles at her. “No. I was going to make the waffles. Downstairs. I wasn’t even planning on wearing real pants when I do it.”
“Pajama-waffles?”
“Yes,” Ben confirms, eyes still closed as he tangles his legs up under the covers even further with hers. “As soon as I get out of bed, which should be in about…an hour,” he tells her, still smiling, his hair all tousled and messy. “I will put on pajamas and make us waffles.”
Leslie looks at the clock. “You want to stay in bed until nine-thirty?”
“Yeah,” he says.
She makes a face and sits up suddenly, the sheet falling to her waist. “But babe, I thought while the kids were gone, we could clean out the-”
Ben interrupts her words by pulling her back down and holding her in place, while he spoons up behind her. A warm, cuddly, husband-vise. “We can do that later.”
“But-”
“Later.” This time it’s a low, soft growl in her ear that makes her shiver. Well, that and the way he’s already half hard, pressing against her ass. “Please? I just want to have a quiet, lazy morning with my sexy, naked wife. Is that alright?”
“Quiet, huh?” She questions, turning around in his arms.
“Well, I encourage you to make noise. You know, if I do something that…” Ben smiles and nods knowingly at her, “causes you to want to scream out or anything.”
Leslie laughs. “Well, I guess that does sound better than cleaning out the garage.”
“It really does. Come here.”
Leslie ends up wrapped around him, kissing and nuzzling into his neck, while his hands wander down, sliding over her back and hips. It really is a luxury-sleeping naked. Waking up naked. Almost as if he’s reading her mind, Ben flings the covers off and to the side.
“No one’s accidentally going to walk in on us.”
Leslie laughs. “Not even Andy.”
“No. Well, let’s hope the Johnny Karate Super Secret Spy Camera is nowhere in the vicinity.”
“That would be very bad,” Leslie agrees, before Ben rolls them over, kissing a path across her breasts, and then pulling a nipple into his mouth. He licks and sucks even as Leslie’s hand wraps around him, sliding and teasing. He releases her nipple, his teeth grazing against the sensitive tip and then she can feel him smile against her skin, even as he moves down, out of her grasp and towards her legs.
When his mouth finds her, all spread open for him he nuzzles in close, kissing the insides of her thighs. Leslie makes a noise when he licks, one long swipe against her slit, before he concentrates on her clit.
He goes down on her a lot, even when they have to be quiet or quick, sneakily having sex during nap time or huddled up under the covers after the kids go to bed. But there’s something extra sexy about this - not even nine in the morning, with the covers pulled off, Ben’s face buried between her thighs, as his fingers start rubbing and sliding inside her, making her wet.
Leslie doesn’t scream, but she’s loud, much louder than usual lately, thighs shaking as she moans out in loud bursts.
Before he can even climb up her body, she moves down near him, grabbing his hip so that he’s on his side and she can take him in her mouth.
“Leslie.”
“Hmmmmm?” She tries not to laugh but he’s making a silly face at her.
“I want you to do that again…ooooh. But, uh, now let’s-”
She slides him out but not before brushing her tongue over the head of his cock-she did this exact thing to him on the couch last night (another luxury of an empty house), and then they fell asleep for a couple of hours.
“Fuck?”
“Yeah. Yeah. That,” Ben confirms.
After a bit more kissing and making out, he ends up on top, pushing inside all slow and deep. It’s a lazy pace, and they end up rolling around a bit-she’s on top, then him again. Then Leslie. There’s quite a bit of naked, we’re all alone in the house! rolling around, actually.
“Oh, something’s…” Ben trails off and reaches under his hip and the disheveled comforter, pulling out a stuffed teddy bear. “Oh, no. Piney. No. You shouldn’t be seeing-”
It’s the distraught look on her husband’s face, while deep inside her and holding a brown teddy bear that makes Leslie burst out laughing, grab Sonia’s stuffed animal and toss it on the chair. “It’s okay, babe. Piney’s not going to say anything.”
Ben starts laughing then, rolls them over one more time as she’s defenseless and giggling. He’s rubbing her clit, and pushing into her, his thrusts speeding up.
It’s moments like this that she just loves her life so much that she wants to shout it from the rooftops. Loves her husband and her children and her job and, of course, Pawnee. Loves lazy Saturday mornings in bed with Ben and the promise of waffles, just as much as she loves it when everyone’s in their pajamas and cuddled up together-even if it’s five-thirty and Wesley is snoring and Sonia has her little foot lodged uncomfortably under Leslie’s back.
Ben sucks and licks the sensitive skin of her neck as she comes, and then he follows seconds later, as she continues to squeeze around him, her ankles still crossed up high on his back. And then there’s cuddling and quiet laughing and just when she’s about to suggest that he take his cute little butt downstairs and start the waffles, she hears Ben snoring.
Leslie figures she’ll let him sleep for a few minutes before she pokes, tickles, and hugs him awake.
10: trying a new position
“Okay, now straddle me.”
It doesn’t seem all that experimental, but Ben gives Leslie a smile and starts to swing a leg over her stomach when she stops him.
“Nope,” she says with a twirl of her finger. “Other way, cowboy.”
“What?”
“Spin it around first, babe. Then get on top of me,” she directs, from where she’s laying back against a couple of pillows.
She had told him earlier that she wanted to try a new position, something she had seen in a magazine while waiting at the DMV to get her driver’s license renewed a couple of days ago. And really, he has to kind of wonder why the Department of Motor Vehicles in Pawnee has a magazine with sex positions in them, right?
Bur now, Ben just makes a puzzled face and looks behind him at the closed curtains in their brand new bedroom. “So that I’m facing the window?”
“Yes.”
He makes another face but he follows her command and then feels Leslie sit up briefly and guide him to bend forward. “You should be on your elbows and knees.”
“Alright.” He straightens up and turns around briefly to look at her again-his sexy, goofball of a wife-to-be. Maybe she’s messing with him? “You’re making this up.”
Leslie laughs. “No, I’m not! I promise. It’s called the Snow Angel. Now bend forward and let me see that adorable little butt of yours in the air.”
Ben still doesn’t entirely believe her, but like most of the time when he’s naked with his fiancé, he’s pretty much game for almost anything (her Julia Roberts/cameraman thing aside-that one makes him feel a little creepy). So, Ben bends forward, resting his elbows and forearms on the bed, his knees spread and positioned on the bed up above her hips.
He feels Leslie lift her legs up and then her warm and slender calves are up on his back.
She wiggles a little and he starts to push forward, trying to make contact.
“Higher,” she tells him. Then, “to the left. No, no. My left.”
Ben starts laughing, momentarily unable to distinguish his left from hers, his hard-on robbing his brain of the much-needed thinking power.
It takes a couple more tries (since he can’t really see what he’s doing), but then he finds his target and pushes easily inside.
“Holy shit,” Ben says finally, thrusting forward experimentally while he looks at the mattress. This is definitely different.
Leslie is still giggling when she gives his ass a squeeze. “See? I told you it would work. And now I get this perfect view,” she tells him, maintaining her grip on his backside while Ben thrusts, Leslie pushing up to meet him.
He hears her moan behind him, as she mumbles, “well, hello sexy,” most likely, talking to his butt.
It’s a little awkward at first, but then she’s easily directing his movements with her grip on his ass, and Ben is pretty sure he’s even managing to rub against her clit too because she’s starting to gasp out and wiggle beneath him.
“Faster,” she orders out in a moan, giving him a slap.
“Fuck. Babe.”
Ben knows his thigh muscles are going to be sore tomorrow but right now, he doesn’t really care. He starts picking up the pace and soon he can feel Leslie’s thighs start to shake as she holds still, and then she’s quivering and spasming around him, her sexy noises filling his ears with visions of her even though he can’t really see her from this position.
Through her orgasm, she’s still squeezing his ass with her hands. And afterwards, when she lets a finger wander down and start to play with the area right behind his balls, Ben looses it quickly, coming fast and hard.
And then his head is down on the mattress, his body resting on hers while she rubs his butt lovingly.
“Yay!” He hears her comment from behind him and he can’t help but start laughing again.
11: Easter, 2009:
He’s in his Saturn driving to one more small Indiana town, thankful for the quiet drive and a break from his partner Chris Traeger’s endless enthusiasm and good cheer. The fact that it’s Easter doesn’t really mean anything to him, except for making it less likely that attractions like the state’s largest ball of twine will be open, so he can stop and buy a bunch of postcards for his friends.
Right. Ben was not actually going to send his Facebook friend Doug in Bloomington a postcard with a big ball of twine on it.
It’s when he’s sitting at a stop light right in the middle of this town, (Pawnee, he thinks the sign a few blocks back said? And maybe something about friendship and obesity?), that he sees her in the park.
She’s cute and blonde, with a black bunny nose and whiskers drawn on her face and pink and white bunny ears on top of her head. She’s also wearing a tight grey t-shirt with white trim that is hugging her curves really amazingly.
But it’s not even that, (and Ben certainly appreciates nice breasts), it’s the smile.
She’s talking to a little kid and she’s just beaming. Like a bright ray of sunshine and happiness. He wonders if it’s her child that she’s talking to or if she’s just helping-maybe one of the organizers or something? He can’t help but think that this is the exact kind of city event he’s on his way to slash from the budget.
Guess what? No Easter egg hunt in Monroe next year!
There’s a slight breeze and the sexy bunny-woman’s hair is blowing around a bit and he finds himself wishing he knew her name, that maybe he was even out there helping her, and that she would smile at him like that.
It takes the car behind him honking to make Ben realize that the light is now green and he should get going. He gives the mysterious bunny-woman one last glance and continues towards Monroe.
12. Fingering:
The situation is not ideal.
They’re on the couch, cuddling under a blanket and April and Andy are just in the kitchen only a few feet away, maybe putting something ill-advised in the microwave?
Under any other circumstances, Leslie would get up and check, make sure they’re not doing something that will cause the house to catch on fire, but under most circumstances, Ben’s hand wouldn’t be inching slowly into her underwear.
He’s teasing, like he’s certainly been known to do, the tips of his fingers slowly brushing through her curls.
Leslie turns to look at him questioningly and he just smiles. He’s never done anything like this with other people nearby.
“Shhhhh…”
She tries to concentrate on the movie. It is their first night off from the campaign in a long time, after all, but that’s really hard to do while Ben is playing with her clit-rubbing back and forth, circling, flicking softly.
Above the blanket, his attention is focused on the TV screen and not on her at all, but underneath the soft, light blue cover, his middle finger is rubbing around her opening, slowly pushing inside.
The sensation is a little surprising, even though it shouldn’t be and she gasps.
Ben smiles next to her but keeps his eyes on the film, watching Albert Brooks as Aaron Altman start to sweat profusely and deliver the evening news.
It’s a slow build-up, one finger, then two sliding in and out, while another rubs her clit, all while Ben’s roommates are still just a few feet away in the other room.
Wait. Leslie squints. Are they microwaving a carton of orange juice?
She should really go check, but …ohhhh fuck. Before she knows it, Leslie’s hips are bucking and pushing up as she grinds against Ben’s hand. His warm, wonderful hand.
It feels so good, and when it starts to happen, her orgasm kind of sneaks up on her, starting deep in the pit of her stomach and spreading out quickly, all the way to her fingers and toes.
Just as she comes and starts to moan, Ben turns suddenly and kisses her, warm and sloppy, smothering her gasps, his other hand gripping her arm as she rides it out. Leslie thinks she hears April say, “gross,” from the kitchen but she doesn’t really care.
Afterwards, Ben’s hand slides out of her pants, his fingers still wet as he lays his hand under her shirt, right against her belly.
Leslie snuggles closer and kisses him on the jaw, her hand wandering down towards his lap.
13. Kinky Pregnancy Sex
A few minutes of coffee-scented kisses and making out pass, her hand touching greedily along the length of his cock, and they end up lazily facing each other on their sides.
It’s intimate and sweet, kind of like spooning face-to-face, with her just-slightly protruded abdomen nestled between them when Ben finally pushes slowly inside. They’re entwined so close together that it’s hard for him to thrust very deeply or get his hand between them to work her clit, but it’s all about the quiet build-up, as he grinds and pushes into her, all soft, wet, and tight.
But then Leslie gives him a heated look before putting her right index finger in her mouth and sucking on it. She doesn’t break eye contact with him and in no time at all, Ben’s groaning in anticipation.
His brain threatens to short-circuit, caught between wanting this sweet, tender thing they have currently happening and the dirty fucking she seems to have in mind.
She wins.
“Oh, fuck. Leslie. Fuck. Please.”
“Sorry kids, but I’m about to defile your dad,” Leslie confesses in a giggled whisper.
“It’s not like they’d know if you didn’t tell them,” he points out jokingly, but then Ben’s moaning in anticipation while her hand is working its way around their hips and across the flat plane of his ass.
He buries his cock in her again, then stills as she finds her own target, sucking on his shoulder as she probes lightly inside.
It’s been a little while since she’s done this, but she finds the spot quickly and he shudders, starts picking up the pace as he gasps and mumbles belligerently against her skin.
Rating: G through NC-17
Timeline: All over the place.
Summary: 1. Distracted by Ben's butt, 2. Pregnant and frustrated, 3. First-time sex, 4. Goodnight kiss, 5. On a desk, 6. Boring sex, 7. Ben puts on sympathy weight during the pregnancy, 8. Ben and Stephen run into Jean-Ralphio at the store:, 9. Lazy morning sex, 10. Trying a new position, 11. Easter (2009), 12. Fingering, 13. kinky pregnancy sex
Note: A lot of these are sex prompts (yay!)
1. Distracted by Ben's Butt:
“So what do you think?” he asks, standing up from his seat on the edge of the bed to pull his plaid pajama bottoms the rest of the way on. Ben turns around and looks at Leslie expectantly.
“What? Oh, sorry, I was distracted,” she answers, giving him a grin.
Ben rolls his eyes at his wife.
“What? Babe! You can’t…practically moon me and expect me to pay attention to your words when your naked butt is right there…just asking for my attention.”
He chuckles and crawls into bed next to her. “Alright. Focus. And now that I have your undivided attention, what do you think?”
“About taking the kids to work for a photo op?”
“Yeah.”
“Well,” she pauses and Ben watches as her brow furrows just a bit. “We do take the kids to work sometimes, so it’s not just for show.”
“Right,” he agrees.
“And we talked about this-a campaign involves all of us, the whole team-even the kids to some degree. We’ve both been through an election before, so this isn’t a surprise. Although, I am kind of surprised that Jenn wants to have the little monsters this involved in your congressional campaign.”
“Oh, I’m fairly sure she’ll be all ponchoed up and protected while the kids are running and screaming around my office.”
Leslie laughs. “And Roz will certainly appreciate a couple of hours off. I say it’s okay. It’ll be fun for them and it’s important to show that men are involved in raising kids and all of that.”
“Right.”
“Besides, I know that everyone thinks bringing Gryzzl to Pawnee was your most important accomplishment as City Manager, but I think it’s really hot that you championed the cause of getting changing tables installed in all the men’s rooms in City Hall.”
“That’s hot? I mean, it’s convenient and promotes gender equality, but-”
“Yes,” Leslie interrupts, nodding passionately. “Face it, you were a hot and sexy husband, and now you’re also a hot and sexy dad. And soon, you’re going to be a hot and sexy congressman. And when you say things like, promotes gender equality, you are really, super fucking hot,” she insists in a whisper, before moving closer for a kiss, which Ben returns with his usual enthusiasm.
After he pulls back, his hand stays wound in her hair, slowly sliding down her neck, as he tells her, “Well, you’re a very hot and sexy roommate, wife, mother, and soon-to-be Deputy Director of Operations and Interior.”
“Mmmmmmmm. God, we’re both completely awesome! Why don’t you go close the door the rest of the way and take your pants off again, Congressman Wyatt?”
2. Pregnant and Frustrated:
“Do you want another pillow?”
“I want my laptop,” Leslie tells him in a huff.
“Babe. Come on. It’s ten o'clock. No more work,” Ben insists, tucking the covers up around her before settling into bed next to his wife, where she’s propped up against some pillows and looking longingly at her MacBook on the dresser.
“But-”
“Nope. You promised me that you would stop working at ten.”
Leslie sighs and then pouts. It’s really adorable but Ben tries not to laugh- that will only make her think that he’s going to relent. Which he’s not.
“Oh! Look! Over in the corner! It’s Kathy Ireland doing naked-”
“Nope. I’m not turning around so that you can sneak that binder down under the covers and work when you think I’m not looking. That may have worked last week, but it’s not working tonight.”
“She’s doing squats,” Leslie tries.
Ben can’t hold it in any longer and snorts in laughter. “Honey, the only woman I want to see do squats is you.”
“Oh. Well, no. No. That’s not happening now,” Leslie tells him, eyes wide, before giggling. “And also, I don’t believe you.”
“Well…” he trails off before ending with, “it’s true.”
“What if I said Emilia Clarke was in roller skates downstairs?”
“I’d say that I didn’t care because Leslie Knope was in bed right here.”
When she looks at him like she’s going to cry, a more and more frequent occurrence when he says something sweet, Ben doesn’t mind, he just leans in and kisses her.
At only five months pregnant, Leslie looks around seven and she’s almost always sleepy or hungry or crying or horny. All while organizing a new NPS office.
But their new normal seems to be getting in bed by nine most nights, Leslie softly snoring by at least eleven. For the first time since they’ve been together, Ben is actually able to get at least eight hours of uninterrupted sleep next to his wife.
It’s been kind of wonderful.
Except on the nights that she starts out tired but then gets a second wind. Those nights are…interesting. Just last week she compared herself to Jabba the Hutt and then suggested he get a gold bikini to wear for her.
Strangely, he has not actually shot that one down yet.
“Fine. You win. No more working tonight. But, the babies are hungry,” she tells him finally.
“What strange concoction are the babies suggesting this evening?”
“Toast with peanut butter. Oh, with some crumbled potato chips on top.”
He gives Leslie a look. “That one actually sounds kind of good.”
“I know!” she agrees excitedly, smiling and nodding. “It really does. Join me for some bed toast?”
“Okay. Then I’ll give you a massage if you want. You pick the location,” Ben tells her, getting up.
“A massage wild card?”
“Yes. Everything is on the table,” he tells her with a grin and a raise of his eyebrows.
“Mmmmmm…sexy.”
3: Leslie/Ben first time sex:
“What’s your favorite position?”
“For sex?” Ben asks, giving her a lazy smile.
They’re both in her bed, heads turned to face each other, in her adorable disaster of a bedroom. Ben had followed Leslie over to her house to talk about their kiss in the City Manager’s office. That lasted all of about five minutes before they ended up climbing the cluttered stairs, removing clothing sloppily as they went.
Ben did the best he could to avoid the piles of the books and stacks of stuff on the stairs-he only tripped twice.
“Yes, Ben. For sex. I’m trying to get to know you better. For future intimate things,” she tells him seriously.
He laughs, runs his hand lightly across her bare stomach, delighting in the way she shivers at his touch. “All of them are pretty good. I mean, I really liked what we just did a few minutes ago.”
Leslie smiles back at him. “Me too. But I don’t believe that all of them thing. There’s got to be one that you like more than others.”
“Well, I don’t know about like more…or just one. It depends on a lot of things-mood, time of day, how well I know my partner, stuff like that.” He pauses. “Okay. Are we really talking about this?”
“Yeah. I’m curious. I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” she teases.
Ben turns on his side, facing her. “Oh, well, you start. What’s your favorite position, Leslie Knope from the Parks Department? For, um, sex,” he adds at the end.
“I like being on top.”
“I liked that too. A lot.”
“I also like straddling someone’s lap. You know, sort of sitting. We should do that one next.”
He nods slowly. “Yeah. Definitely.”
“So?”
“What?”
“It’s your turn.”
“Oh. Okay,” he smiles at her. “Well, I really like what we just did, um, with you on top, but sometimes, I like being on top too,” he finishes, watching her reaction.
“Yeah, that works.”
“And I like the straddling, what you just mentioned,” he stops. “Also, um, from behind is fun.”
“Oh, you mean doggy-style?”
He nods.
“About that one….”
“Yeah?”
“It’s not really a first-time, getting to know you kind of position,” she tells him.
“No,” he agrees. “Right.”
“Maybe a…” she studies his face. “Seventh-time position?”
“That could definitely work,” he nods. “I’ll just make a note on my schedule.”
It’s quiet for a minute or two, just long enough for him to wonder if he said the wrong thing. He was joking.
But then she breaks the silence.
“So, on that topic, I have to ask this. Why do guys like that so much? From behind.”
“Oh, um, do you not? We don’t have to-”
“No. No, I mean it’s good. It’s-I don’t have a problem with it, it just doesn’t stand out as…a favorite for me. But you like it a lot-I mean, it made your list of favorites and everything,” she smirks at him. “Is it just because you’re in control and I’ll be all bent over and-”
“Not really,” Ben interrupts. “I mean, and I’m just answering for myself, not all men or anything, of course I don’t dislike the control part. But mostly, it’s just…really sexy. And dirty. And I’ll get to see everything, um, all spread open.”
“Oh. So you enjoy looking at lady parts?”
He laughs. “Um. Well. Yes?”
“That makes sense,” she replies, cracking a smile to match his.
“And I can get really deep inside you. But also kiss your shoulders,” he tells her softly, as he leans in and kisses the top of the shoulder closest to him. Sucks on her skin for just a second. “And grab your hips, before I slide a hand down and play with your clit.”
And with that, his palm goes down to the smooth skin of Leslie’s hip, rubbing her skin gently, before giving a firm squeeze. His fingers skim just a bit lower, play with the crease of her thigh. He keeps his hand there, though, doesn’t wander any further.
He can practically feel her frustration and he grins just a little bit.
Ben watches as her eyes widen and she exhales slowly, her breasts rising and falling with her breaths. And although they’ve only had sex this one time so far and they’ve been spending the last few months at work trying very hard not to flirt, he’s pretty sure she’s getting really turned on again.
He’s also pretty sure that she likes this-him talking to her about the sexy things the wants to do to her, so he decides to keep going.
“But before I did any of that, I’d make sure you were really, really wet. Probably go down on you first and make you come against my mouth. Then, I’d turn you over on your stomach and kiss all the way down your back. Pull you up by your hips and slide my hand down and over you. Maybe lean in and push my tongue inside you again.”
She makes a noise. Kind of something between a squeak and a gasp.
Ben grins. “Maybe slide a finger in you first…”
Before he can finish, she moves in and kisses him, all hot and open-mouthed, her body pushing into his.
“Did I say seventh-time position?” Leslie asks. “I meant second.”
4. Goodnight Kiss:
“Leslie.”
Ben’s voice is soft and full of understanding, even if he also sounds a little exasperated. And really, she can’t blame him. It’s past three in the morning and she’s sitting cross-legged at his window seat, wide awake, her laptop open.
“I just thought I’d get up for a few minutes. Check the weather for tomorrow.”
Ben sits up groggily and squints at his phone-probably to see the time. He’s all disheveled and concerned-looking, a mixture of rumbled plaid pajama pants and a grey t-shirt, along with a messy bed head.
“Have you slept at all?”
“Well, we went to bed at midnight and I listened to you snore for about an hour. And then I got up and cleaned out your refrigerator, which was very gross by the way-I’m blaming Andy for most of that. Then I came back to bed and tried to fall asleep, but I had a dream that you and Bobby Newport ran off to Majorca together. So you could make-out with floozies.”
“That’s not going to happen,” Ben assures her, before yawning.
“No, I didn’t think so. But still, I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I got up.”
“Come here,” he says holding out his hand.
Leslie shuts the laptop and the room loses it’s light glow, walks over, and takes his hand. His side of the bed is all warm and snuggily when she sits down next to him.
“Babe. You need to get some sleep.” Ben’s hand rubs gently along her back as he speaks, before he slides under her t-shirt and follows along her spine with a bit more pressure, making her lean back into the heel of his hand.
“That’s easy for you to say, Sir Snores-A-Lot.”
Ben laughs at her words and pulls her shirt back down. “Sorry.”
“No. No, it’s fine, it’s not your fault that I’m still awake. Besides, it’s good that you’re getting some sleep. I want my campaign manager to be well-rested and sharp for Election Day tomorrow, in case we need to demand a recount or argue logistics or something. Or set Bobby Newport’s mansion on fire.”
“Okay, I want you to get some rest so you don’t have a nervous breakdown. And I’m pretty sure we’re not going to be setting anything on fire.”
“Is that campaign manager Ben, or boyfriend Ben talking?”
“Both,” he says, brushing some of her hair off her neck. He kisses the skin he uncovers. “And that right there was me as your boyfriend. Do you think it would help you sleep if we had sex again?”
She considers this. It’s definitely tempting, Ben is always tempting, but he’s also so very worn-out looking right now.
Honestly, she’s probably been keeping him up the last couple of nights, probably longer with all of her noisy sleep-debating. Besides, Leslie is also pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to relax enough to come and then Ben would just want to be all sweet and keep trying and neither of them would get any rest.
Leslie smiles as he lays back against his pillow and tugs her down right next to him, so that he’s near the middle of the bed and she’s lying on his usual side, sharing his pillow. He pulls the covers up and over both of them.
“No. Let’s just talk for a couple of minutes,” she tells him. “Until I get tired.”
“When I was growing up and I couldn’t sleep, I’d-”
“Count sheep?” She guesses, as he runs his thumb back and forth along the skin of her wrist. It doesn’t quite tickle, it just feels good. And for how anxious she’s feeling, this really is helping. Ben all warm, lying next to her, and caring about whether she’s awake at three AM.
“No.”
“Robot sheep?” After the words are out of her mouth, Leslie realizes she should have said electric sheep, if only to prove that she does pay attention when he talks about Blade Runner.
Ben laughs. “No, not that either. I would-”
“Imagine what it would be like to become the first female governor of Indiana?”
“Oh my god, are you going to let me finish my sentence?”
She can tell he’s smiling even though the room is dark and she’s looking straight ahead. “Tell me. What did you used to think about when you couldn’t sleep?”
“Kathy Ireland doing naked aerobics.”
Leslie laughs at his familiar confession, making the whole bed shake. “I love you and like you, but you are a weirdo,” she tells him as his fingers slide down and entwine with hers under the covers, while he quietly joins in her laughter. “And that does not surprise me because you are also a pervert.”
“Yeah. That actually did not help me fall asleep…well, at least not at first. But right now, I want you to close your eyes, take some deep breaths, and think of something nice. Something that makes you happy.”
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Ben’s foot is rubbing against hers even though she’s sure her recently-out-of-bed toes are cold against his skin and it’s pretty easy to decide what makes her happy.
“Listen,” he whispers to her. “This is all over tomorrow. And we’ve worked really hard…you’ve worked so incredibly hard. And I believe in you and I love you and I like you. And I know that you are going to make an amazing councilwoman, but right now, you have to get some sleep first.”
He’s definitely right about one thing-this is all over tomorrow and no matter what happens with the election, it means that she and Ben can have a normal relationship without all of this craziness. Go out to dinner or have lazy sex at three in the morning just because…not as a means to try and knock her.
Leslie takes another deep breath and yawns on the exhale. Then she turns her head so she can bump her nose softly against his and give Ben another kiss goodnight.
5. On a Desk
“This is so bad,” Leslie tells him, even as she scoots forward on the desk, her skirt pushed up around her waist, panties shoved down, and legs spread wide so Ben can stand in-between.
“This is incredibly bad,” he agrees, as he grabs hold of her hips. “Are you absolutely sure you want to do this here?” He leans in close to whisper, “We could get caught.”
Leslie smiles and nods, Ben’s fingers tightening on her as he slides inside.
“This is very…oooohhhh, inappropriate. I don’t even come down this hallway much anymore. I’m not sure whose desk this is now,” Leslie adds, as she lays back and gropes around for a nameplate so she can know who the actual owner of the desk is that they are defiling. Before she can find it, Ben starts hitting this spot that makes her toes curls in delight and she just has to close her eyes and hold on.
When he leans forward, covering her, she buries her face in the crook of his neck, tilting her face up to kiss along the scruff on his jawline-they’ve been busy packing and he didn’t even shave this morning.
The kids had called him fuzzy after dinner, giggled and screamed when he chased them around the house pretending to be a cuddle-monster, finally catching and tickling them as they squealed. But to her, this look will always remind her of Ben making calzones and working on his claymation video, and of him thankfully and wonderfully agreeing to run her City Council campaign after her event debacle on ice.
Leslie arches her back up from not-Ann’s desk and glances out into the deserted and darkened first floor hallway, overwhelmed with more memories of sneakily meeting her secret-boyfriend in here to hold hands and work together.
Way, way back in their bubble.
Once they even kissed underneath it. Ben had given her a look and dropped his pen, then ducked down to the floor to find it. Leslie, finally catching on, laughed and dropped her pen as well and joined him on the floor, where they quickly and quietly kissed. She recalls that he tasted like coffee that day and how his hand felt wrapped around her neck, as he pulled her close and pressed his lips softly to hers. Leslie was wearing a skirt then too and the carpet was rough against her knees.
But tonight, they’re just going for it, absolutely fucking on the desk that she had once promised Ann that she and Ben would never do anything on. When Leslie had called Ann a few days ago to see if she had a problem with them doing this now, her beautiful best friend had sounded more than a little confused, but didn’t seem to have an ethical problem with it.
Ann’s desk is stop number five in their Making Out in Pawnee bucket list before they head to DC with the triplets next week. Leslie grins when she remembers that the bench under the Wildflower mural is tomorrow’s late night destination.
6. Boring Sex
She’s actually tired and completely distracted by the day’s unusual events, but Leslie still snuggles up to Ben, almost as soon as he gets into bed next to her.
“Hey.”
And from there, it really only is a matter of time before they’re kissing and laughing about something silly that happened earlier, her pajama pants pushed down and off, the flannel pajama shirt unbuttoned. Soon, Ben is making her wet, working her over with his tongue and fingers.
It’s a little by the numbers, but Leslie’s still thinking about her campaign situation, so when Ben enters her a few minutes later, after making her come with his mouth, it’s fine.
Nice.
Maybe nice is the wrong word? It’s comforting and wonderful, the way he feels on top of her, thrusting into her. The way he just fits so perfectly.
Leslie wraps her legs and arms around him, then runs her hands up along Ben’s chest when he pushes up and looks down at her while he keeps up a steady rhythm.
After Ben shudders and comes, he wraps his arms around Leslie and then looks up and frowns.
She thinks he’s going to apologize for finishing so quickly, before she had another orgasm, but really, she doesn’t care about that-right now it’s more about the intimacy and the comfort of having Ben inside her. Of ending their day together and connecting no matter what crazy thing is going on.
But instead, he says with a fair amount of alarm in his voice, “The pig is on the window seat.”
“What?” Leslie looks over and sure enough…there’s the pig that she brought home from the shelter earlier that day (along with the 32 cats and dogs-who are hopefully all still out in the living room).
“Oh my god, he watched us have sex,” Leslie says. “How did he even get in here?”
Ben slides out and rolls off her, looking for his discarded pajama pants down at the end of the bed. He puts them on hastily before yelling out, “April!”
7. Ben puts on sympathy weight during the pregnancy. Leslie loves it.
She first notices it one day when he gets out of the shower, towel wrapped around his hips as he looks for a pair of pajamas to put on before bed.
It’s just a little spot, a small section of flesh around his belly button…a little extra something. Ben is still compact and slender, of course, his body as slight and powerful as always, it just looks like he’s maybe put on a pound or two-it’s actually cute.
Really, really cute.
So cute that Leslie suddenly wants nothing more than to wrap her arms around his waist and kiss and lick his tummy. Just like he was a warm muffin fresh from the oven. Mmmmm…muffins.
“Come here for a minute,” she asks, from her spot sitting on the bed.
He gives her a concerned look and walks over. “You okay?”
Leslie nods and places her hands on his hips to guide him closer. He smells like soap and he’s still all warm from the shower. Ben indulges her as she nuzzles against his skin and gives him a kiss, lightly brushing her lips against the light hair below his belly button, all while pushing her fingers into the soft, pliant skin around his middle.
“What’s happening?”
“You’re cute. This is cute.”
“What?” He sounds surprised, like he’s completely unaware of how sexy he is.
“Your belly,” she answers, trying not to giggle.
Are guys self-conscious about this sort of thing? Leslie’s not really sure. She hopes not, she doesn’t want to make Ben feel bad or anything, she just really wants to get her hands and mouth on this cute little stomach.
If his calves were the new butt, then his belly is the new calves. But, of course, she still loves his flat butt most of all.
“What about it?” Ben steps back a couple of feet so he can study her face.
“It’s sexy. You know, a little…rounder? You’re like a sleek, powerful gazelle that just ate a big meal and needs a nap.”
He stares at her for a few seconds like he’s trying to process her words. “Oh my god. No. That’s not a good-”
“Ben! Yes. It is…it’s awesome! Besides, you think my tummy is cute.”
“Your tummy is completely adorable,” he responds. “But you’re growing babies. I’m just…eating waffles with you at midnight when you get a craving. Okay. I can’t do that anymore.”
“Ben!”
“My pants did feel a little tight yesterday,” he mumbles, heading back towards the bathroom. She hears a good lord a few seconds later.
“Babe?”
When Ben comes back out, his eyes are kind of wide. “Five pounds.”
Leslie starts laughing. “Five pounds? That’s nothing. I’ve already gained twelve.”
“Again, honey, you’re pregnant. That’s good. This,” he puts his hand on his stomach, gives it a little pat, “is not. I don’t want to be a…what was that again?”
“A sleek, powerful gazelle that just ate a big meal and needs a nap?”
“Yeah. That. Okay. Maybe I should do some sit-ups before bed?”
“Maybe you should come back here and let me kiss your sexy little belly before you even think about trying to get rid of it.”
Ben gives her a look. “Really? This is doing it for you.”
“Mmmm-hmmmm.”
“You’re so weird.” He tells her, but walks back over and crawls onto the bed next to her anyway.
Leslie snuggles against him and starts working her way down again, nuzzling and kissing a path until she finds her target. Leslie sucks on the skin to the left of his belly button.
Maybe she’ll give him a hickey and mark her territory.
“Besides, you know what they say, right?” She asks, looking up at him. “When you’ve got equipment like yours, you need to build a shed over it.” Leslie can barely hide her amusement as she gets the words out. Luckily, he’s smiling right along with her.
8. Ben runs into Jean-Ralphio at the store:
Ben is at the grocery store with Stephen, the little eighteen-month old safely in his arms and busy reaching for things off the shelves, when Jean-Ralphio sneaks up on them, practically making Ben jump.
He still, really doesn’t handle surprises well.
“Ben-ihana!”
“Oh, um, hi?”
“What is this, what is this? Oh! Is this a mini jello-shot?” Jean-Ralphio makes a face which Stephen returns in delight.
“Yes. This is my son,” Ben answers. “Stephen.”
“Oh, right. Hi little man,” he tells the child, reaching out to take his hand.
Ben grabs Stephen’s small hand protectively before they can make contact. “Uh, no. Sorry, he’s um, probably…sticky?”
“Oh, that’s fine. I am too,” Jean-Ralphio responds, taking the child’s hand.
Ben shuts his eyes as Stephen and Jean-Ralphio shake gleefully. He makes a mental note to anti-bacterial wipe his son down as soon as they get to the car.
“Wait, didn’t you have a whole litter? What happened? Did you lose the rest?”
“They’re at home with Leslie,” Ben answers patiently, as Stephen twists in his arms, trying to grab onto Jean-Ralphio’s hair next, giggling loudly.
“Right. Hold up-I just had an amazing idea.”
“Hi!” Stephen shouts suddenly, holding his hand out to touch Jean-Ralphio again.
“Hi, player,” Jean-Ralphio returns. “So babies? Absolute chick magnets. What do you say I take this one off your hands for the day and he and I hit the strip clubs. See if we can find some milk jugs for lunch.”
“Oh. God. Um, No? No. That is not happening.”
“Okay,” Jean-Ralphio shrugs. “I gotta go to the pharmacy to pick up some oiiinnnt-meeennnt. Later J-shot. Mini j-shot.”
9. Lazy Morning Sex:
“Listen,” Ben whispers in her ear.
Leslie squints at the light coming in through the curtains and makes a face while holding still, trying to hear what he’s talking-she smiles. “You want me to say I don’t hear anything and then you’re going to say, exactly or something like that, right?”
Ben grins and nods. “I love the kids so much but I have to say, when they spend the night at your mom’s house, even if it’s because we both have to work late on a Friday night, I kind of love that too.”
Normally, all of their almost-three year-olds would be wide awake, escaping their toddler beds by five in the morning and trying to get into bed with Leslie and Ben, then probably screaming and laughing, demanding breakfast loudly-maybe one of them even ending up outside somehow?
But this morning, all of that is probably happening across town at her mother’s house and right now, it’s just the two of them, a fact made even more apparent by the way Ben’s hand is rubbing slowly against her bare lower back.
“Do you want waffles for breakfast?” He asks, making her giggle when he pushes his toes against her calves.
“I really don’t want to leave the house until we pick the monsters up at noon.”
He smiles at her. “No. I was going to make the waffles. Downstairs. I wasn’t even planning on wearing real pants when I do it.”
“Pajama-waffles?”
“Yes,” Ben confirms, eyes still closed as he tangles his legs up under the covers even further with hers. “As soon as I get out of bed, which should be in about…an hour,” he tells her, still smiling, his hair all tousled and messy. “I will put on pajamas and make us waffles.”
Leslie looks at the clock. “You want to stay in bed until nine-thirty?”
“Yeah,” he says.
She makes a face and sits up suddenly, the sheet falling to her waist. “But babe, I thought while the kids were gone, we could clean out the-”
Ben interrupts her words by pulling her back down and holding her in place, while he spoons up behind her. A warm, cuddly, husband-vise. “We can do that later.”
“But-”
“Later.” This time it’s a low, soft growl in her ear that makes her shiver. Well, that and the way he’s already half hard, pressing against her ass. “Please? I just want to have a quiet, lazy morning with my sexy, naked wife. Is that alright?”
“Quiet, huh?” She questions, turning around in his arms.
“Well, I encourage you to make noise. You know, if I do something that…” Ben smiles and nods knowingly at her, “causes you to want to scream out or anything.”
Leslie laughs. “Well, I guess that does sound better than cleaning out the garage.”
“It really does. Come here.”
Leslie ends up wrapped around him, kissing and nuzzling into his neck, while his hands wander down, sliding over her back and hips. It really is a luxury-sleeping naked. Waking up naked. Almost as if he’s reading her mind, Ben flings the covers off and to the side.
“No one’s accidentally going to walk in on us.”
Leslie laughs. “Not even Andy.”
“No. Well, let’s hope the Johnny Karate Super Secret Spy Camera is nowhere in the vicinity.”
“That would be very bad,” Leslie agrees, before Ben rolls them over, kissing a path across her breasts, and then pulling a nipple into his mouth. He licks and sucks even as Leslie’s hand wraps around him, sliding and teasing. He releases her nipple, his teeth grazing against the sensitive tip and then she can feel him smile against her skin, even as he moves down, out of her grasp and towards her legs.
When his mouth finds her, all spread open for him he nuzzles in close, kissing the insides of her thighs. Leslie makes a noise when he licks, one long swipe against her slit, before he concentrates on her clit.
He goes down on her a lot, even when they have to be quiet or quick, sneakily having sex during nap time or huddled up under the covers after the kids go to bed. But there’s something extra sexy about this - not even nine in the morning, with the covers pulled off, Ben’s face buried between her thighs, as his fingers start rubbing and sliding inside her, making her wet.
Leslie doesn’t scream, but she’s loud, much louder than usual lately, thighs shaking as she moans out in loud bursts.
Before he can even climb up her body, she moves down near him, grabbing his hip so that he’s on his side and she can take him in her mouth.
“Leslie.”
“Hmmmmm?” She tries not to laugh but he’s making a silly face at her.
“I want you to do that again…ooooh. But, uh, now let’s-”
She slides him out but not before brushing her tongue over the head of his cock-she did this exact thing to him on the couch last night (another luxury of an empty house), and then they fell asleep for a couple of hours.
“Fuck?”
“Yeah. Yeah. That,” Ben confirms.
After a bit more kissing and making out, he ends up on top, pushing inside all slow and deep. It’s a lazy pace, and they end up rolling around a bit-she’s on top, then him again. Then Leslie. There’s quite a bit of naked, we’re all alone in the house! rolling around, actually.
“Oh, something’s…” Ben trails off and reaches under his hip and the disheveled comforter, pulling out a stuffed teddy bear. “Oh, no. Piney. No. You shouldn’t be seeing-”
It’s the distraught look on her husband’s face, while deep inside her and holding a brown teddy bear that makes Leslie burst out laughing, grab Sonia’s stuffed animal and toss it on the chair. “It’s okay, babe. Piney’s not going to say anything.”
Ben starts laughing then, rolls them over one more time as she’s defenseless and giggling. He’s rubbing her clit, and pushing into her, his thrusts speeding up.
It’s moments like this that she just loves her life so much that she wants to shout it from the rooftops. Loves her husband and her children and her job and, of course, Pawnee. Loves lazy Saturday mornings in bed with Ben and the promise of waffles, just as much as she loves it when everyone’s in their pajamas and cuddled up together-even if it’s five-thirty and Wesley is snoring and Sonia has her little foot lodged uncomfortably under Leslie’s back.
Ben sucks and licks the sensitive skin of her neck as she comes, and then he follows seconds later, as she continues to squeeze around him, her ankles still crossed up high on his back. And then there’s cuddling and quiet laughing and just when she’s about to suggest that he take his cute little butt downstairs and start the waffles, she hears Ben snoring.
Leslie figures she’ll let him sleep for a few minutes before she pokes, tickles, and hugs him awake.
10: trying a new position
“Okay, now straddle me.”
It doesn’t seem all that experimental, but Ben gives Leslie a smile and starts to swing a leg over her stomach when she stops him.
“Nope,” she says with a twirl of her finger. “Other way, cowboy.”
“What?”
“Spin it around first, babe. Then get on top of me,” she directs, from where she’s laying back against a couple of pillows.
She had told him earlier that she wanted to try a new position, something she had seen in a magazine while waiting at the DMV to get her driver’s license renewed a couple of days ago. And really, he has to kind of wonder why the Department of Motor Vehicles in Pawnee has a magazine with sex positions in them, right?
Bur now, Ben just makes a puzzled face and looks behind him at the closed curtains in their brand new bedroom. “So that I’m facing the window?”
“Yes.”
He makes another face but he follows her command and then feels Leslie sit up briefly and guide him to bend forward. “You should be on your elbows and knees.”
“Alright.” He straightens up and turns around briefly to look at her again-his sexy, goofball of a wife-to-be. Maybe she’s messing with him? “You’re making this up.”
Leslie laughs. “No, I’m not! I promise. It’s called the Snow Angel. Now bend forward and let me see that adorable little butt of yours in the air.”
Ben still doesn’t entirely believe her, but like most of the time when he’s naked with his fiancé, he’s pretty much game for almost anything (her Julia Roberts/cameraman thing aside-that one makes him feel a little creepy). So, Ben bends forward, resting his elbows and forearms on the bed, his knees spread and positioned on the bed up above her hips.
He feels Leslie lift her legs up and then her warm and slender calves are up on his back.
She wiggles a little and he starts to push forward, trying to make contact.
“Higher,” she tells him. Then, “to the left. No, no. My left.”
Ben starts laughing, momentarily unable to distinguish his left from hers, his hard-on robbing his brain of the much-needed thinking power.
It takes a couple more tries (since he can’t really see what he’s doing), but then he finds his target and pushes easily inside.
“Holy shit,” Ben says finally, thrusting forward experimentally while he looks at the mattress. This is definitely different.
Leslie is still giggling when she gives his ass a squeeze. “See? I told you it would work. And now I get this perfect view,” she tells him, maintaining her grip on his backside while Ben thrusts, Leslie pushing up to meet him.
He hears her moan behind him, as she mumbles, “well, hello sexy,” most likely, talking to his butt.
It’s a little awkward at first, but then she’s easily directing his movements with her grip on his ass, and Ben is pretty sure he’s even managing to rub against her clit too because she’s starting to gasp out and wiggle beneath him.
“Faster,” she orders out in a moan, giving him a slap.
“Fuck. Babe.”
Ben knows his thigh muscles are going to be sore tomorrow but right now, he doesn’t really care. He starts picking up the pace and soon he can feel Leslie’s thighs start to shake as she holds still, and then she’s quivering and spasming around him, her sexy noises filling his ears with visions of her even though he can’t really see her from this position.
Through her orgasm, she’s still squeezing his ass with her hands. And afterwards, when she lets a finger wander down and start to play with the area right behind his balls, Ben looses it quickly, coming fast and hard.
And then his head is down on the mattress, his body resting on hers while she rubs his butt lovingly.
“Yay!” He hears her comment from behind him and he can’t help but start laughing again.
11: Easter, 2009:
He’s in his Saturn driving to one more small Indiana town, thankful for the quiet drive and a break from his partner Chris Traeger’s endless enthusiasm and good cheer. The fact that it’s Easter doesn’t really mean anything to him, except for making it less likely that attractions like the state’s largest ball of twine will be open, so he can stop and buy a bunch of postcards for his friends.
Right. Ben was not actually going to send his Facebook friend Doug in Bloomington a postcard with a big ball of twine on it.
It’s when he’s sitting at a stop light right in the middle of this town, (Pawnee, he thinks the sign a few blocks back said? And maybe something about friendship and obesity?), that he sees her in the park.
She’s cute and blonde, with a black bunny nose and whiskers drawn on her face and pink and white bunny ears on top of her head. She’s also wearing a tight grey t-shirt with white trim that is hugging her curves really amazingly.
But it’s not even that, (and Ben certainly appreciates nice breasts), it’s the smile.
She’s talking to a little kid and she’s just beaming. Like a bright ray of sunshine and happiness. He wonders if it’s her child that she’s talking to or if she’s just helping-maybe one of the organizers or something? He can’t help but think that this is the exact kind of city event he’s on his way to slash from the budget.
Guess what? No Easter egg hunt in Monroe next year!
There’s a slight breeze and the sexy bunny-woman’s hair is blowing around a bit and he finds himself wishing he knew her name, that maybe he was even out there helping her, and that she would smile at him like that.
It takes the car behind him honking to make Ben realize that the light is now green and he should get going. He gives the mysterious bunny-woman one last glance and continues towards Monroe.
12. Fingering:
The situation is not ideal.
They’re on the couch, cuddling under a blanket and April and Andy are just in the kitchen only a few feet away, maybe putting something ill-advised in the microwave?
Under any other circumstances, Leslie would get up and check, make sure they’re not doing something that will cause the house to catch on fire, but under most circumstances, Ben’s hand wouldn’t be inching slowly into her underwear.
He’s teasing, like he’s certainly been known to do, the tips of his fingers slowly brushing through her curls.
Leslie turns to look at him questioningly and he just smiles. He’s never done anything like this with other people nearby.
“Shhhhh…”
She tries to concentrate on the movie. It is their first night off from the campaign in a long time, after all, but that’s really hard to do while Ben is playing with her clit-rubbing back and forth, circling, flicking softly.
Above the blanket, his attention is focused on the TV screen and not on her at all, but underneath the soft, light blue cover, his middle finger is rubbing around her opening, slowly pushing inside.
The sensation is a little surprising, even though it shouldn’t be and she gasps.
Ben smiles next to her but keeps his eyes on the film, watching Albert Brooks as Aaron Altman start to sweat profusely and deliver the evening news.
It’s a slow build-up, one finger, then two sliding in and out, while another rubs her clit, all while Ben’s roommates are still just a few feet away in the other room.
Wait. Leslie squints. Are they microwaving a carton of orange juice?
She should really go check, but …ohhhh fuck. Before she knows it, Leslie’s hips are bucking and pushing up as she grinds against Ben’s hand. His warm, wonderful hand.
It feels so good, and when it starts to happen, her orgasm kind of sneaks up on her, starting deep in the pit of her stomach and spreading out quickly, all the way to her fingers and toes.
Just as she comes and starts to moan, Ben turns suddenly and kisses her, warm and sloppy, smothering her gasps, his other hand gripping her arm as she rides it out. Leslie thinks she hears April say, “gross,” from the kitchen but she doesn’t really care.
Afterwards, Ben’s hand slides out of her pants, his fingers still wet as he lays his hand under her shirt, right against her belly.
Leslie snuggles closer and kisses him on the jaw, her hand wandering down towards his lap.
13. Kinky Pregnancy Sex
A few minutes of coffee-scented kisses and making out pass, her hand touching greedily along the length of his cock, and they end up lazily facing each other on their sides.
It’s intimate and sweet, kind of like spooning face-to-face, with her just-slightly protruded abdomen nestled between them when Ben finally pushes slowly inside. They’re entwined so close together that it’s hard for him to thrust very deeply or get his hand between them to work her clit, but it’s all about the quiet build-up, as he grinds and pushes into her, all soft, wet, and tight.
But then Leslie gives him a heated look before putting her right index finger in her mouth and sucking on it. She doesn’t break eye contact with him and in no time at all, Ben’s groaning in anticipation.
His brain threatens to short-circuit, caught between wanting this sweet, tender thing they have currently happening and the dirty fucking she seems to have in mind.
She wins.
“Oh, fuck. Leslie. Fuck. Please.”
“Sorry kids, but I’m about to defile your dad,” Leslie confesses in a giggled whisper.
“It’s not like they’d know if you didn’t tell them,” he points out jokingly, but then Ben’s moaning in anticipation while her hand is working its way around their hips and across the flat plane of his ass.
He buries his cock in her again, then stills as she finds her own target, sucking on his shoulder as she probes lightly inside.
It’s been a little while since she’s done this, but she finds the spot quickly and he shudders, starts picking up the pace as he gasps and mumbles belligerently against her skin.