Leslie and Ben Walk in on Each Other
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: During Leslie's City Council campaign and then during the break-up.
Summary: First Leslie walks in on Ben, then he walks in on her.
Notes: For the fic prompt: Leslie catches Ben masturbating. It's sexy.
And then: Since you wrote Leslie walking in on Ben masturbating, can we get Ben 'catching' Leslie in the act? Set during The Smallest Park, but pre-getting back together. Please ignore the holes in logic and common sense (did I mention that Ben walks in on Leslie masturbating)?
Leslie walking in on Ben
Leslie is quiet when she uses her key to let herself into his house. They had both been up really late last night, working on talking points for her upcoming interview on Pawnee Today and while she can function perfectly fine on three and a half hours of sleep, her campaign manager and amazing boyfriend Ben, is another story. A sad, sleepy story with the tendency to zone out, instead of acting with his usual focus.
In fact, without at least five hours, Ben tends to answer questions in yawns and bad accents that he thinks are ridiculously amusing (well, okay, they are actually very amusing).
When she tiptoes across the empty living room and to Ben’s bedroom, Leslie fully expects to find him napping in bed, maybe even snoring. Her whole master plan is to take off her pants, slip into bed next to him, and spend this early lunch beside him under the covers before she heads back to City Hall.
She’s not super tired of course, but he’s so cuddly and warm when he’s sleeping and she can just curl up in his bed, shut her eyes for a few minutes, and go over the talking points in her head. Ben’s body heat is really good for her concentration.
But when she quietly inches open his door, Ben is not sleeping. Nope. Not at all.
He’s lying back, propped up against a couple of pillows, eyes closed. Ben’s blue and white plaid shirt is still buttoned up, but his pants are off and his boxers are pulled down a bit. His cock is in his hand and her boyfriend is slowly touching himself-he’s fully hard but he must have just started.
He’s just getting warmed up.
Leslie’s first thought is to walk over, get on the bed, and put her mouth where his hand is, but Ben doesn’t really handle surprises well and she certainly doesn’t want to startle him while he’s doing this.
Oh. And what if he’s thinking about Catwoman or Khaleesi, or that robot-lady that wears the slinky red dress-Six, maybe?
Of course, that’s fine, it really is. A lot of times when she’s...doing this, masturbating, Leslie replays moments in bed with Ben or he’s starring in fantasies she hasn’t told him about yet, but it’s not like she’s never thought about The Phantom of the Opera or Vice President Biden while blowing off a little steam when Ben has been sleeping or doing something else.
But it also feels weird to accidentally walk in on this when he obviously thinks he’s alone-it’s a clear violation of his privacy. But then again, she reasons, he did give her a key to the house.
No. She should just turn around and quietly leave.
Right?
Yeah. Definitely.
As she continues to watch, transfixed, Ben slows down again, slides his hand over the tip and shudders, his mouth opens just a bit and god, Leslie really, really wants to stay and see this. Wants to watch him do this until he comes.
It’s when she’s taking in the movements of his hand, the way his breathing changes and deepens, is when he says, “Leslie,” in a low, breathy sigh.
At first she thinks that maybe he knows she’s there, but then Leslie realizes that he must be thinking about her while he’s doing this, and she can’t help the smile that breaks out over her face and the warm feeling that spreads throughout her heart and her…other areas.
But watching him in secret is starting to make her feel like a perv. It’s not right to spy on him like this.
“Babe?”
He doesn’t seem to hear her so she tries again, a little louder this time. “Babe?”
Ben’s eyes shoot open and he yells out in surprise, while sitting up quickly and pulling his hand away from his dick. If she didn’t feel so bad for startling him, she’d find his shocked expression kind of hilarious.
“It’s okay. Hey, it’s just me. I’m so sorry. I wanted to surprise you and take a nap with you but please, don’t stop,” she tells him in a rush.
He’s still kind of frozen while Leslie moves closer to the bed.
“Um,” Ben starts to say something as he moves back towards the headboard, so he’s sitting straight up against it. “I think you maybe just gave me a heart attack.”
“I’m sorry. Sorry. Please don’t have a heart attack,” she smiles at him. “Can I watch?”
Ben looks at her for a second and then nods, resumes his grip on this cock.
“What were you thinking about?”
“Oh, uh…”
“You can tell me,” she prods, walking closer so that she’s standing right at the edge of the mattress.
“The other day. After the we got back from the bowling alley press conference.”
“Mmmmm, that was fun.”
They’d barely made it to his room before he was inside her. They’d gone from against the wall, to her riding him on the bed, to Ben coming inside her from behind while she gasped and moaned into his pillow.
“Yeah. Oh god, Les,” his eyes shut and his hand resumes its work along his cock.
“I thought maybe you were thinking about Catwoman or Khalessi,” she confesses.
Ben grins, eyes still closed and she knows he’s resisting the urge to remind her that Khalessi is the title, her name is Daenerys. “Well, they were actually watching us while we-”
She interrupts his words by getting on the bed and straddling his thighs, so his dick is right between them.
“Keep going,” she instructs him.
He does. His strokes speed up while she watches, his hand moving purposefully over the skin she knows is so, so velvety smooth but also so incredibly hard.
Ben keeps his gaze on her face but glances down when Leslie unbuttons the dark blue and white polka dot blouse she’s wearing, smiling as she remembers that she’s wearing the bra that he likes so much underneath. The one that makes her boobs look so great.
She parts the material open so he has a clear view of her breasts framed by the lacy, dark pink material.
“That’s my favorite,” he pants out, staring at her chest.
“I know.”
“Oh,” he moans, moving faster.
“I want to kiss you. While you come. Can I do that?”
“God, yeah, I-”
But then she’s swallowing his words, pressing her lips to his before he can say anything else, and her hand slides down to his belly, tickles the soft hair there before she wraps around his hand and they both slide up and down his length.
From her position straddling his thighs, he has to stretch up to kiss her harder, reach to push his lips into hers-she teases him a couple of times by pulling away and touching her tongue to his lips, before moving down and pressing fully against him. She can feel him speeding up again while Leslie keeps a constant seal between their mouths, even as he starts to gasp. She slides her hand down the underside of him and then lower, to gently cup his balls.
When he starts to jerk and spasm, she just kisses deeper, even when she can feel him letting go and exploding, hitting her neck and the bottom of her chin in the process, it feels like he even got a little on her cheek. He makes a noise like he’s almost surprised, but of course he can’t stop and she really doesn’t want him too.
Besides, she has some extra clothes and some make-up here and it’s not really a big deal to jump in the shower quickly and wash him off before returning to work.
He recovers while she keeps kissing him, sucking on his bottom lip gently.
“God, sorry. That was…messy. I meant to do a better job of shielding you,” he says apologetically.
Leslie giggles. “It’s okay. I kind of knew that was…coming,” she adds with a grin (because really, how could she resist that pun).
Ben walking in on Leslie
This is fucking stupid.
In fact, Ben knows this is beyond stupid which is exactly why he’s still outside Leslie’s house sitting in his car. Generally he knows better than to give April’s words much weight but when she had called him a jerk earlier in the afternoon it kind of felt like a punch to the stomach.
Ben was a jerk because he had made Leslie cry at work in the ladies room.
April had walked in on Leslie sobbing by the row of sinks, still holding onto his pens and pencils and had not wasted much time before barging into his office and telling him he was a stupid, heartless jerk. Which is not at all true because he definitely has a heart-it’s just been completely broken for the last few months.
And now Ben can’t stop thinking about how he’d made Leslie cry a work and so, of course he’s sitting outside her house in his car at eight in the evening. He’s still a little mad at her for how she’s been acting lately but he also feels just horrible.
In his head he keeps replaying how her voice had sounded after he said he was going to tell Chris to take over the Parks and Rec business. It got all deep like when she’s trying not to start sobbing (and they’d watched enough movies together for him to know exactly how that sounds).
Ben sighs. He should really just see if she’s okay.
Right. So ridiculously stupid.
He knocks lightly when he gets up to her door but to his surprise, the door opens an inch or two. Ben frowns. That’s not right.
He can’t tell if she’s home or not because her car could be in her garage but this is unsettling. Now there’s no way he’s leaving without making sure everything is okay.
When he gets inside there’s a table lamp on in the living room but otherwise, everything is quiet and deserted. Ben looks in the kitchen for her and then starts up the cluttered stairs. But, when he gets to her bedroom he sees something that he was in no way prepared to see.
Leslie’s on her bed lying down with her eyes closed. She’s still got her black and white blouse on from earlier but she’s not wearing any pants. Or panties. And she’s touching…oh fuck.
He needs to leave.
For so many reasons, not least of all, he feels like a complete pervert watching her do this when she obviously thinks she’s alone. That’s just weird and creepy. But also because god, he’s so in love with her and she’s lying on her bed, naked from the waist down, and her legs are spread wide open showing him everything that he’s missed so, so much the last few months.
Leslie’s body is all wet and pink and as beautiful as he’s remembered it in his own recent fantasies.
She’s working a finger inside while another is slowly playing with her clit and he wonders why she’s not using her vibrator-maybe she lost the batteries again?
Ben has to stop himself from laughing as he remembers that one night she couldn’t find any new ones and then she finally, exasperatedly took the pair of AA batteries out of the TV remote so they could play with the sex toy. They had gigged and moaned and he had made her come twice before he even got inside, once with her purple vibrator and once with his mouth.
He’s just about to turn and leave when he hears her say his name.
Ben freezes.
“Leslie,” he says softly in return and it’s enough to startle her. She yells in surprise.
“I’m sorry, it’s okay. It’s just me. Sorry. Your front door was open and I was worried and-”
“My door was open?” She’s sitting up now, her comforter pulled up and blocking his view of everything he still wants to see so badly.
Ben takes a step closer. “Yeah. I knocked and it just opened-I don’t think you shut it all the way. So I was worried that something was wrong.”
Leslie nods. “I’m fine. It must not have…I was carrying some bags and…” she trails off, not looking at him.
Ben just stands there not really sure what to say.
What do you say when you walk in on your ex-girlfriend masturbating and she moans out your name while fingering herself and now you’re standing in her bedroom with a growing hard-on and a loss for words?
It’s a little awkward.
“I’m sorry,” Ben whispers. “I should…go.”
“You don’t have to go,” Leslie tells him, still directing her attention to the right of his head.
Ben groans. “Leslie, I do. I can’t do this. I can’t spend time with you. And I really can’t spend time with you when you don't have pants on or do what I really want to do with you right now. I just…I’m sorry I made you cry today.” When she finally looks at him, he adds, “April told me she saw you in the bathroom.”
Leslie sighs. “She wasn’t supposed to do that.”
“Well, she did. And I’m sorry.”
“Okay,” she tells him in that too deep, trying-hard-not-to-cry voice.
Ben shuts his eyes and wills himself to turn around and walk away.
Instead, he takes a couple of steps towards her bed. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, still walking closer.
In just seconds he’s sitting next to her his hand resting on her bent, comforter-covered knee.
He says sorry one more time before he moves in slowly and kisses her, his hands pushing down the covers as she moans into his mouth.
Yeah. This is definitely, incredibly stupid.
Timeline: During Leslie's City Council campaign and then during the break-up.
Summary: First Leslie walks in on Ben, then he walks in on her.
Notes: For the fic prompt: Leslie catches Ben masturbating. It's sexy.
And then: Since you wrote Leslie walking in on Ben masturbating, can we get Ben 'catching' Leslie in the act? Set during The Smallest Park, but pre-getting back together. Please ignore the holes in logic and common sense (did I mention that Ben walks in on Leslie masturbating)?
Leslie walking in on Ben
Leslie is quiet when she uses her key to let herself into his house. They had both been up really late last night, working on talking points for her upcoming interview on Pawnee Today and while she can function perfectly fine on three and a half hours of sleep, her campaign manager and amazing boyfriend Ben, is another story. A sad, sleepy story with the tendency to zone out, instead of acting with his usual focus.
In fact, without at least five hours, Ben tends to answer questions in yawns and bad accents that he thinks are ridiculously amusing (well, okay, they are actually very amusing).
When she tiptoes across the empty living room and to Ben’s bedroom, Leslie fully expects to find him napping in bed, maybe even snoring. Her whole master plan is to take off her pants, slip into bed next to him, and spend this early lunch beside him under the covers before she heads back to City Hall.
She’s not super tired of course, but he’s so cuddly and warm when he’s sleeping and she can just curl up in his bed, shut her eyes for a few minutes, and go over the talking points in her head. Ben’s body heat is really good for her concentration.
But when she quietly inches open his door, Ben is not sleeping. Nope. Not at all.
He’s lying back, propped up against a couple of pillows, eyes closed. Ben’s blue and white plaid shirt is still buttoned up, but his pants are off and his boxers are pulled down a bit. His cock is in his hand and her boyfriend is slowly touching himself-he’s fully hard but he must have just started.
He’s just getting warmed up.
Leslie’s first thought is to walk over, get on the bed, and put her mouth where his hand is, but Ben doesn’t really handle surprises well and she certainly doesn’t want to startle him while he’s doing this.
Oh. And what if he’s thinking about Catwoman or Khaleesi, or that robot-lady that wears the slinky red dress-Six, maybe?
Of course, that’s fine, it really is. A lot of times when she’s...doing this, masturbating, Leslie replays moments in bed with Ben or he’s starring in fantasies she hasn’t told him about yet, but it’s not like she’s never thought about The Phantom of the Opera or Vice President Biden while blowing off a little steam when Ben has been sleeping or doing something else.
But it also feels weird to accidentally walk in on this when he obviously thinks he’s alone-it’s a clear violation of his privacy. But then again, she reasons, he did give her a key to the house.
No. She should just turn around and quietly leave.
Right?
Yeah. Definitely.
As she continues to watch, transfixed, Ben slows down again, slides his hand over the tip and shudders, his mouth opens just a bit and god, Leslie really, really wants to stay and see this. Wants to watch him do this until he comes.
It’s when she’s taking in the movements of his hand, the way his breathing changes and deepens, is when he says, “Leslie,” in a low, breathy sigh.
At first she thinks that maybe he knows she’s there, but then Leslie realizes that he must be thinking about her while he’s doing this, and she can’t help the smile that breaks out over her face and the warm feeling that spreads throughout her heart and her…other areas.
But watching him in secret is starting to make her feel like a perv. It’s not right to spy on him like this.
“Babe?”
He doesn’t seem to hear her so she tries again, a little louder this time. “Babe?”
Ben’s eyes shoot open and he yells out in surprise, while sitting up quickly and pulling his hand away from his dick. If she didn’t feel so bad for startling him, she’d find his shocked expression kind of hilarious.
“It’s okay. Hey, it’s just me. I’m so sorry. I wanted to surprise you and take a nap with you but please, don’t stop,” she tells him in a rush.
He’s still kind of frozen while Leslie moves closer to the bed.
“Um,” Ben starts to say something as he moves back towards the headboard, so he’s sitting straight up against it. “I think you maybe just gave me a heart attack.”
“I’m sorry. Sorry. Please don’t have a heart attack,” she smiles at him. “Can I watch?”
Ben looks at her for a second and then nods, resumes his grip on this cock.
“What were you thinking about?”
“Oh, uh…”
“You can tell me,” she prods, walking closer so that she’s standing right at the edge of the mattress.
“The other day. After the we got back from the bowling alley press conference.”
“Mmmmm, that was fun.”
They’d barely made it to his room before he was inside her. They’d gone from against the wall, to her riding him on the bed, to Ben coming inside her from behind while she gasped and moaned into his pillow.
“Yeah. Oh god, Les,” his eyes shut and his hand resumes its work along his cock.
“I thought maybe you were thinking about Catwoman or Khalessi,” she confesses.
Ben grins, eyes still closed and she knows he’s resisting the urge to remind her that Khalessi is the title, her name is Daenerys. “Well, they were actually watching us while we-”
She interrupts his words by getting on the bed and straddling his thighs, so his dick is right between them.
“Keep going,” she instructs him.
He does. His strokes speed up while she watches, his hand moving purposefully over the skin she knows is so, so velvety smooth but also so incredibly hard.
Ben keeps his gaze on her face but glances down when Leslie unbuttons the dark blue and white polka dot blouse she’s wearing, smiling as she remembers that she’s wearing the bra that he likes so much underneath. The one that makes her boobs look so great.
She parts the material open so he has a clear view of her breasts framed by the lacy, dark pink material.
“That’s my favorite,” he pants out, staring at her chest.
“I know.”
“Oh,” he moans, moving faster.
“I want to kiss you. While you come. Can I do that?”
“God, yeah, I-”
But then she’s swallowing his words, pressing her lips to his before he can say anything else, and her hand slides down to his belly, tickles the soft hair there before she wraps around his hand and they both slide up and down his length.
From her position straddling his thighs, he has to stretch up to kiss her harder, reach to push his lips into hers-she teases him a couple of times by pulling away and touching her tongue to his lips, before moving down and pressing fully against him. She can feel him speeding up again while Leslie keeps a constant seal between their mouths, even as he starts to gasp. She slides her hand down the underside of him and then lower, to gently cup his balls.
When he starts to jerk and spasm, she just kisses deeper, even when she can feel him letting go and exploding, hitting her neck and the bottom of her chin in the process, it feels like he even got a little on her cheek. He makes a noise like he’s almost surprised, but of course he can’t stop and she really doesn’t want him too.
Besides, she has some extra clothes and some make-up here and it’s not really a big deal to jump in the shower quickly and wash him off before returning to work.
He recovers while she keeps kissing him, sucking on his bottom lip gently.
“God, sorry. That was…messy. I meant to do a better job of shielding you,” he says apologetically.
Leslie giggles. “It’s okay. I kind of knew that was…coming,” she adds with a grin (because really, how could she resist that pun).
Ben walking in on Leslie
This is fucking stupid.
In fact, Ben knows this is beyond stupid which is exactly why he’s still outside Leslie’s house sitting in his car. Generally he knows better than to give April’s words much weight but when she had called him a jerk earlier in the afternoon it kind of felt like a punch to the stomach.
Ben was a jerk because he had made Leslie cry at work in the ladies room.
April had walked in on Leslie sobbing by the row of sinks, still holding onto his pens and pencils and had not wasted much time before barging into his office and telling him he was a stupid, heartless jerk. Which is not at all true because he definitely has a heart-it’s just been completely broken for the last few months.
And now Ben can’t stop thinking about how he’d made Leslie cry a work and so, of course he’s sitting outside her house in his car at eight in the evening. He’s still a little mad at her for how she’s been acting lately but he also feels just horrible.
In his head he keeps replaying how her voice had sounded after he said he was going to tell Chris to take over the Parks and Rec business. It got all deep like when she’s trying not to start sobbing (and they’d watched enough movies together for him to know exactly how that sounds).
Ben sighs. He should really just see if she’s okay.
Right. So ridiculously stupid.
He knocks lightly when he gets up to her door but to his surprise, the door opens an inch or two. Ben frowns. That’s not right.
He can’t tell if she’s home or not because her car could be in her garage but this is unsettling. Now there’s no way he’s leaving without making sure everything is okay.
When he gets inside there’s a table lamp on in the living room but otherwise, everything is quiet and deserted. Ben looks in the kitchen for her and then starts up the cluttered stairs. But, when he gets to her bedroom he sees something that he was in no way prepared to see.
Leslie’s on her bed lying down with her eyes closed. She’s still got her black and white blouse on from earlier but she’s not wearing any pants. Or panties. And she’s touching…oh fuck.
He needs to leave.
For so many reasons, not least of all, he feels like a complete pervert watching her do this when she obviously thinks she’s alone. That’s just weird and creepy. But also because god, he’s so in love with her and she’s lying on her bed, naked from the waist down, and her legs are spread wide open showing him everything that he’s missed so, so much the last few months.
Leslie’s body is all wet and pink and as beautiful as he’s remembered it in his own recent fantasies.
She’s working a finger inside while another is slowly playing with her clit and he wonders why she’s not using her vibrator-maybe she lost the batteries again?
Ben has to stop himself from laughing as he remembers that one night she couldn’t find any new ones and then she finally, exasperatedly took the pair of AA batteries out of the TV remote so they could play with the sex toy. They had gigged and moaned and he had made her come twice before he even got inside, once with her purple vibrator and once with his mouth.
He’s just about to turn and leave when he hears her say his name.
Ben freezes.
“Leslie,” he says softly in return and it’s enough to startle her. She yells in surprise.
“I’m sorry, it’s okay. It’s just me. Sorry. Your front door was open and I was worried and-”
“My door was open?” She’s sitting up now, her comforter pulled up and blocking his view of everything he still wants to see so badly.
Ben takes a step closer. “Yeah. I knocked and it just opened-I don’t think you shut it all the way. So I was worried that something was wrong.”
Leslie nods. “I’m fine. It must not have…I was carrying some bags and…” she trails off, not looking at him.
Ben just stands there not really sure what to say.
What do you say when you walk in on your ex-girlfriend masturbating and she moans out your name while fingering herself and now you’re standing in her bedroom with a growing hard-on and a loss for words?
It’s a little awkward.
“I’m sorry,” Ben whispers. “I should…go.”
“You don’t have to go,” Leslie tells him, still directing her attention to the right of his head.
Ben groans. “Leslie, I do. I can’t do this. I can’t spend time with you. And I really can’t spend time with you when you don't have pants on or do what I really want to do with you right now. I just…I’m sorry I made you cry today.” When she finally looks at him, he adds, “April told me she saw you in the bathroom.”
Leslie sighs. “She wasn’t supposed to do that.”
“Well, she did. And I’m sorry.”
“Okay,” she tells him in that too deep, trying-hard-not-to-cry voice.
Ben shuts his eyes and wills himself to turn around and walk away.
Instead, he takes a couple of steps towards her bed. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, still walking closer.
In just seconds he’s sitting next to her his hand resting on her bent, comforter-covered knee.
He says sorry one more time before he moves in slowly and kisses her, his hands pushing down the covers as she moans into his mouth.
Yeah. This is definitely, incredibly stupid.