March 2015 Drabbles
Rating: G-NC-17
Timeline: All over the place!
Summary: 1. smut based on how foxy Ben thinks Leslie looks in the dress from the finale (prompt), 2. Ben and Leslie giving "the talk" to the triplets, 3. leslie/ben cuddling naked on the couch watching a movie, 4. Sonia has a slumber party while Ben entertains Wesley and Stephen, 5. Ben rimming Leslie, 6. Roadtrip UST, 7. The Great Cookie Caper, 8. That One Time Ron Stopped by Leslie’s House Unexpectedly, 9. Detailed Sexy Blow Job
1. smut based on how foxy Ben thinks Leslie looks in the dress from the finale (prompt)
Washington DC, 2025:
“This is incredibly inappropriate,” Leslie says, even as she’s unzipping his pants. But before she can go for his belt too, Ben grabs her hand and pulls it away, holds it firmly down by her side, as he licks and then sucks on the skin of her neck, her up-swept hair giving him easy access. He pulls back just before creating a telltale hickey.
“Can’t help it. This dress looks amazing on you. Should I be jealous?” He asks, his hands now wandering up her thighs, pulling her dress up as he goes.
“What? Jealous of who?”
Ben gives her a look. “You know who. The owner of the bathroom we’re currently making out in.”
“Dr. Jill Biden?” She asks with a grin. “Well, she is a very accomplished woman, I can see why you would-”
“Um. No,” Ben responds, getting the dress all bunched up around Leslie’s waist. “The other one.”
“Oh, him?” Leslie grins. “No. No. This dress is all for you, congressman.”
"Good,” he says, pulling her in for a deep, possessive kiss.
Soon, he’s pushing the light panty hose down and when she pushes his suit jacket out of the way and reaches for his belt again, Ben pulls back.
“No.”
“What do you mean? Ben, I want-”
“I want to do this to you and it was my idea. We only have a couple of minutes.”
His hands are brushing the skin of her hips, tugging her underwear down. Ben gets down on his knees and follows the silky material as he slides it down her legs, so it’s bunched up down by her ankles, her high heels still on.
“You can make it up to me when we get home,” he grins up at her. “Or maybe in the car. I have something to tell you that might make you all excited.”
“I’m already pretty excited now.”
He smiles and glances down at her feet, lifts one up a couple of inches and says, “Well, this isn’t going to work,” before slipping a shoe off and then pulling the sheer-colored hose and red panties off one foot. Ben lifts her leg up so it’s resting over her shoulder.
While he’s busy with this task, Leslie reaches down and musses up his hair.
“Are you giving me pre-sex hair? Wait, I thought you liked my politician hair?”
Leslie laughs quietly. “I do, but I also like your Ben-hair. Besides, I’m going to start pulling on it in a minute, so it’s just going to get all messy anyway.”
He gives her a smile as she leans back against the counter for more support and Ben turns his head to kiss the inside of her thigh, slowly making his way to the center. He uses his nose to part her folds, where she’s already getting wet for him.
Ben pulls back. “Now, you have to be quiet.”
"Oh my god, you are such a tease. I know that!” She whispers back, making him smile.
No more teasing, Ben dives in, licking and kissing, using his tongue to make her hands clutch and grip at his hair.
When he glances up at his wife, her eyes are closed and she’s got her hand over her mouth, moaning quietly into her palm. And it’s so hot that Ben groans against her slick skin, uses the tip of his tongue to make her shudder and gasp into her hand, and soon she’s coming in his mouth, arching her back and stretching out the toes on the foot resting against his back.
He takes his time kissing her mound, then each hip, as he pulls her leg down, and watches as she shimmies the hose and panties back up and on and smooths the tight little black dress down again perfectly.
“You should leave first. So it’s not suspicious looking.”
“But, what are you going to do?” She glances down at his pants as he zips them up carefully.
“I’m going to fix my hair, think about statistics for a minute or two, maybe the horrible high school graduation numbers in my district. Then, I’m going to go out there and finish up the next round of charades with all of these important politicians, including my smart and sexy wife.”
Ben pauses to reach out and hold her hand and can’t help but think of her as the future first lady of Indiana.
“Then I’m going to take you home and fuck the hell out of you. And because the kids are all staying at friends’ houses tonight, maybe even in the living room-right on the couch. Because I’m feeling pretty great right now, babe.”
”Mmmmmmm, the couch,” Leslie agrees, while Ben nods seductively.
Before she leaves the bathroom, she gives him another smile and squeezes his hand. “I’m feeling pretty great tonight too.”
2. Ben and Leslie giving "the talk" to the triplets
Honestly, Ben kind of looks forward to Tuesday nights.
Tuesday is Leslie’s evening to be at work late and of course he misses her just like the kids do, and she usually stops home for dinner and helps him start bath time, but then it’s back to the office and Ben is left to get everyone out of the tub and into pajamas.
There’s a story (sometimes two or three-tonight it was The Very Hungry Caterpillar, followed by Groffle the Awful Waffle), and then goodnights with Leslie over Skype if she can, and then he usually lets all three kids stay piled up into the bed with him until Leslie gets home and they carry everyone back to their own room.
He figures there’s only so much more of this available, this magical time when they’re still little and snugly and want to be around both him and Leslie, and he’s going to take all the cuddles from his four year-olds that he can get.
“When’s mommy coming home?”
Ben puts his book down across his chest and turns his attention to his daughter, the only triplet still awake at ten. And if one of the kids is still awake when Leslie gets home-it’s usually Sonia.
“Probably soon. Why aren’t you sleeping yet?”
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” She asks back quietly, making Ben grin. His smile gets even wider when she adds, “You can’t make me be sleepy,” which is pretty much the exact conversation he’s had with Leslie on so many occasions he can’t even count.
“True,” he agrees. “But if you don’t go to sleep, you’ll be tired at preschool tomorrow.” Which so far, has not been the case, but he says it anyway.
She shrugs, all wide awake eyes and tousled blonde hair. “Can’t sleep yet, daddy.”
“Okay,” Ben whispers back. He glances at both boys-Stephen and Wesley are definitely out, Wes even quietly snoring, his little green glasses safely tucked away on Leslie’s bedside table.
“Can we read another book?” She asks, sitting up suddenly.
“No. Lie down, honey,” Ben tells her gently, tucking both her and Sonia’s stuffed zebra Margo back in under the covers. “I can’t make you fall asleep, but I want you to stay down. Why don’t you just close your eyes and try to sleep?”
“I might miss mommy when she gets home and I want to say goodnight,” she explains.
“Well, mommy is usually pretty noisy, so I doubt you’ll miss her.”
She giggles at that and then it’s quiet for a couple of minutes.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah?” Ben folds the corner of his page down and just puts the book on the bedside table. He’s probably not going to be able to read anymore for awhile…and that’s okay.
“Mommy had us all in her tummy, right?”
“Yes,” he responds.
The kids have wondered about the logistics of this before, and both he and Leslie have been able to vaguely explain it away by saying that Sonia, Stephen, and Wesley used to be very little, so that they fit inside Leslie just fine. He thinks they must assume that Leslie is some kind of kangaroo or something, and really at this age, he doesn’t feel the need to correct this idea.
“And we were small?”
He sighs, happy that the next question is this familiar one. “Yes. You were all very tiny. Not big and loud and full of questions like you are now.”
She ignores his teasing. “Teeny-tiny?”
“Yes,” Ben confirms, smiling. “Teeny-tiny like little seeds that grew, until you were the size of three, little vanilla pound cakes,” he says, making her laugh with a comparison that would definitely make Leslie smile and nod in agreement as well.
“But, how did we get out?”
“We went to the hospital and a doctor helped you get out of mommy’s tummy and then we brought you home.”
She nods seriously. “That’s why mommy has a scar on her tummy.”
“That’s right.”
“But…” she gives him a confused look. “How did we get in there?”
Shit.
For some reason, he did not expect that-did not even see it coming, which in retrospect seems kind of ridiculous. Ben stares at Sonia for a couple of seconds. Blinks. When he opens his eyes, yep-she’s still there and looking at him expectantly.
“Um, well. Let’s see. Huh. Good question. That is a very good question, honey. We wanted babies and um, you know,” he nods and widens his eyes, even though he’s pretty sure that she does not, in fact, know. “Actually, mommy probably has a much better idea of how this all happened and-”
“But at school today, Leah said that daddies put babies in mommies,” Sonia says, interrupting him impatiently. “So you should know this, daddy.”
He gives his daughter a look. “Well,” Ben starts to answer carefully. “That’s one way it can happen.”
“Did you put us in mommy or not?”
"Yes,” he tells his daughter, all while thinking-please don’t ask how, please don’t ask how, please don’t ask how-over and over in his head.
“But how did-”
Just then, they both hear the front door open and Sonia changes gears suddenly and yells out “mommy!” excitedly, briefly disturbing both Stephen and Wesley in the process.
“Oh thank god,” Ben mutters, closing his eyes in relief.
When Leslie gets upstairs minutes later, both boys appear to be soundly back asleep, but Sonia is now sitting up, waiting to greet her mother right as she walks into the bedroom.
“Mommy! Daddy doesn’t know how he got me and Stephen and Wesley in you. You need to tell us how it happened!”
3. leslie/ben cuddling naked on the couch watching a movie
“Hold on, I love this part,” Ben tells her and Leslie lifts her head up to watch The Dude tell a sheriff that Jackie Treehorn treats objects like women, man.
Ben kind of giggles underneath her and it’s not so much the movie, which Leslie has to admit, is fairly amusing, but more so it’s Ben’s delight in certain scenes and lines of dialogue that make Leslie laugh right along with him, as they lie on her couch, naked and snuggled up under her crocheted blanket.
They really should be going over her debate talking points for next week. But, having just resolved the budget crisis that allowed the Westside Animal Shelter to re-open (and the 32 cats and dogs returned - not to mention the pig, rabbit, and snake), Ben had talked her into taking one Sunday afternoon off.
So of course they spent it hardcore making out (fucking) on her couch and then watching a movie.
Leslie figures she’ll put her The National Parks: America’s Best Idea DVD in next, but she let him pick first-after all, Lady Bun Bun did pee on his bed after April hid the rabbit in Ben’s room yesterday.
Besides, there’s nothing stopping her from going over her opening statement in her head, cuddled up in Ben’s arms.
I am Leslie Knope. I love this town, and I’ve worked my whole life to make it great. I believe that I’ve earned your vote. Bobby Newport believes he can buy it.
Ben presses the pause button. “What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” She asks him, turning her head so she can look at her tousled campaign manager and sexy hummingbird of a boyfriend.
“Well, he just…” Ben motions to the TV. “He just threw that coffee mug at The Dude and you didn’t even laugh. Babe, that’s so funny. It just kind of bounces off his forehead,” Ben tells her, unable to keep from laughing again.
Leslie smiles. “Sorry. Just thinking about-”
“The debate?”
“Yeah.”
“You are going to be amazing,” he says, giving her a kiss.
“It’s just…she always does something. There’s some surprise. Some unfair tactic and it throws me off. There’s got to be something planned for-”
“It doesn’t matter,” Ben tells her. “We’ve got this. You’ve got this. You are the best, most passionate candidate and you are going to win. It doesn’t matter what Jennifer Barkley tries, because Pawnee is going to vote with their gut and their heart, and when they do, they are going to vote for you.”
Leslie can feel her expression soften and some of the stress fade away at Ben’s words. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he responds. “And I really like you.”
“I like you too and you’re squeezing my ass,” she says, before starting to giggle.
“I am,” Ben agrees with a grin.
“But that’s my thing. I usually squeeze your ass.”
Ben shrugs. “Well, now it’s my thing,” he accents his words with another squeeze. “It’s not like you own ass-squeezing, Leslie.”
“I guess that’s true,” she agrees.
“Tell you what-why don’t we stop The Big Lebowski for now and put your National Parks DVD in or maybe even The Sound of Music, whatever you want. I just watched this with Henry last summer anyway.”
"I have a better idea,” Leslie tells him, before she disappears under the afghan and kisses a trail down his stomach.
4. Sonia has a slumber party while Ben entertains Wesley and Stephen
“Hey, do you want to try some of my calzone?” Ben asks his son, after he notices that the five-year old has stopped eating his cheese, spinach, broccoli, and mushroom pastry and has become more focused on the laughter and giggles coming from out in the living room, just beyond the family room’s closed door.
“What is mommy doing?” Wesley asks, still looking at the door, while Stephen continues to enthusiastically dig around in his own mozzarella, green olive, and mashed potato calzone, oblivious to his brother’s concern.
Ben smiles at the boy. “Honey, she’s just out there at Sonia’s slumber party. Remember? Girl’s night in the living room, boy’s night in here.”
“But why can’t we be there?”
Ben continues to smile, even though he has no idea how to try and explain this again. “Well, your sister wanted to have some friends over and have it just be them for tonight. And mommy is playing games with the girls, while we do cool things in here. Like eat the calzones we made earlier. And next we’re going to play with your dinosaurs, watch a movie, and have chocolate cupcakes.”
Just then, Leslie’s loud, boisterous cackle reaches the family room again and seconds later Wesley’s lip starts to quiver in response.
Ben knows what’s coming next.
“Hey, it’s okay. Come here,” he pulls the little boy onto his lap before he can start crying. “You know, next weekend, you and your brother are going to have Timmy and Dillon over for the night and we’re going to play games out there and have fun.”
“But what about mommy and Sonia?”
“They have to stay in here!” Stephen tells his brother excitedly, before giving him a hug.
“Yeah,” Ben nods, his arms wrapped around both of his sons. “Tell you what? I’m going to go get our cupcakes now.”
“But daddy, we didn’t finish dinner first,” Wes tells him, turning around in Ben’s lap so that his father can see his shocked expression.
Ben laughs. “Well, I think it’s okay this one time,” he kisses the top of Wesley’s head and gently slides him off onto the floor next to his brother. He thinks he knows what this might really be about. “I’ll be back in just a minute.”
When Ben gets to the living room, Leslie, as well as Sonia and her friends Madison and Kaitlin are all covered in bright lipsticks, colorful eyeshadows, and sequined, feathered accessories.
“Daddy!” Sonia screams happily and comes running towards him. “I’m a robot princess!”
“You are,” Ben agrees, lifting his daughter up in his arms. He kisses her cheek, right next to a big circle of pink blush.
“Hey babe. How’s it going in there? We’re having fun out here,” Leslie says, fluttering her eyelashes at him, before blowing him a kiss from her bright ruby red lips.
“I know. We can hear you,” Ben tells her, after setting Sonia back down on the floor. “Can I talk to you in the kitchen for a minute?”
“Sure. What’s wrong?” She asks as soon as they’re in the other room.
“Well, Wesley-”
“Wants to come out here?”
“Yes,” Ben nods. “He-“
"I’m so sorry,” Leslie shakes her head. “I’m just so freaking awesome at planning fun activities that boys always want to join in too. First the goddesses, and now this. I know, maybe if you take them up to our room for the rest of the night so they can’t hear what an amazing time we’re having down here? There’s a DVD player in the bedroom too,” she pauses and gives him a look. “I knew I should have given you a schedule of activities and games for tonight.”
“First point, do you really want two five year-olds having chocolate cupcakes in the bed?”
Leslie makes a face and shakes her head. “No.”
“Right. And second point, we are having fun. It’s not like I’m making them eat beans out of a can and play with a tarp,” he insists, already knowing the story of how his wife once made eight boys (and Andy) want to defect the Rangers and become Pawnee Goddesses. “I just think-”
“Well, stay where you are then and we’ll try to tone it down, I guess?” Leslie interrupts, still looking a bit confused. “But it’s not like I planned a puppy party this time. Or a S'mores-Off. And besides-”
“Yes you did,” Ben interrupts, pointing to the marshmallows, chocolate bars, and graham crackers sitting out in plain sight on the kitchen counter. He bites his tongue and doesn’t mention how the kids probably don’t need both cupcakes and s’mores.
“Well, maybe a little S'mores Off,” Leslie admits. “But I was going to sneak some into the other room for you guys and I made cupcakes for everyone and-”
“Okay. But, I don’t think it’s necessarily any of that,” Ben tells her, still trying to get his point across. “Leslie, I think he just misses you. He’s sad that you’re spending time with Sonia and her friends and not him.”
“What?” Leslie asks, looking truly surprised. Then her face scrunches up a little, and her lip starts to quiver, just like Wesley’s did a few minutes ago. “Oh. You think he misses me?”
“Yeah. But, to be fair, Stephen doesn’t really seem to care,” Ben adds, sharing a smile with his wife. “Why don’t you bring the boys their cupcakes and spend a couple of minutes with them and I’ll hold down the fort out here.”
“But we’re having a glamorous, powerful princess make-over sparkle-party.”
“I think I can handle it.” Ben glances over at the three five year-old girls.
They’re gathered around the coffee table giggling, trying on plastic bracelets, and covering each other with glittered lotions. He figures his role will mainly be making sure no one gets anything in their eyes or eats a lipstick. Or rubs glitter lotion all over the couch.
“Can you? If I put green eye shadow on you, what color lipstick should I choose?” Leslie quizzes him, even as she gets four small chocolate cupcakes from the dozen on the counter and puts them on a plate, then grabs a couple of napkins.
“Um,” Ben starts to answer, then guesses, “Red?” because Leslie likes Christmas a lot.
“Well, I’d need to call Ann and check, but that’s probably right.”
She nods at him and then leans in for a kiss. “Okay, I’ll be back in a few minutes. And hey, maybe after the slumber party pillow fight, you bring the boys out to the living room and we’ll all make s'mores and watch the Spongebob movie together.”
“But what about Sonia’s girls-only night?”
Leslie shrugs, then smiles at Ben. “Well, I’ll have a quick public forum with the girls to discuss it, but to be honest, I think Sonia misses her brothers and you too. Back in a few minutes.”
5. Ben rimming Leslie
rating: NC-17
Since being with Leslie, Ben has learned a lot about shower gels, bubble baths, and lotions-or rather specifically, ones that smell like dessert.
Sometimes she smells like vanilla cake, sometimes like frosted lemon cookies, and once when he was kissing and nibbling a path down her stomach, she had the distinct scent of a warm, juicy, cherry pie.
And then when he went down on her, he could not get that ridiculous Warrant song from the early 90s out of his head.
But tonight, Leslie has the aroma of freshly-baked cinnamon buns. Sweet, warm, and spicy, with a distinct vanilla undertone. He brushes her blonde hair off the back of her neck, the very ends still wet from the shower, and sweeps his tongue against her warm skin. Moves across to the side and sucks on the spot that makes her moan.
“Ben,” she gasps out.
He smiles against her skin. “What?”
“Are you going to do it?”
"Yes. Be patient,” he responds. He moves back to the center and slowly starts nuzzling his way down again.
Ben moves along her spine slowly, kissing, licking, and blowing against her skin. When she moans or makes a noise, sometimes he looks up, takes in the pink fuzzy handcuffs secured around her wrists, her hands stretched up above her head, although not attached to anything, and the red floral sleep mask covering her eyes…but sometimes he just keeps going.
When he’s just past her shoulder blades and working his way steadily down her bare back, he can’t even remember why she’s bound and blindfolded anymore-maybe she’s a hostage and he’s a train robber? She’s an evil mastermind and he’s the superhero who’s bringing her down and retrieving the stolen documents?
She’s definitely his hot, long-distance girlfriend visiting him in DC and he’s about to do something really dirty to her.
When Ben finally gets to the curve of her ass, he pauses to kiss a particularly enticing spot right towards the bottom of her left cheek. Starts licking the skin and then sucks a plump little spot into his mouth, sucks on the flesh.
He hears her giggle, as Leslie starts to squirm around, but he just grabs onto her hips, grips her tight, and holds her still.
“Are you giving me a hickey?” She finally asks.
Ben releases her from his mouth and gives her reddened skin a little kiss. “Maybe.”
”Mmmmmmm…,” is her only response.
He skims the undersides of her hips with his fingertips and then brings his hands up and over her ass, and firmly spreads her cheeks apart.
“Oh.”
“Well, this is-” He starts to say something about the new look but she interrupts him.
“I did some maintenance,” she responds, laughing.
“You did,” Ben agrees.
She’s not shaved or waxed there now or anything like that, but Leslie’s definitely neatened and trimmed everything up for him. He smiles. It’s actually very sweet that she would-
“It’s not like I went to a professional or anything,” she tells him. “I just did a little extra personal grooming. Is it cute?”
“It’s very cute,” he agrees, deciding that this is not the right moment to share what he knows about Jean-Ralphio’s back door maintenance and, uh, how he (very unfortunately) knows way too much about it.
Ben starts with a little kiss, right in the center and he’s still pleasantly surrounded by cinnamon-sugar. Tentatively, he touches the very tip of his tongue right to the same spot and Leslie kind of bucks her hips forward and makes a noise.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Yes. Yes-yes-yes,” she manages to answer back.
So. He bathes her with his tongue. Licks, swirls, and kisses. When Ben pulls back he can see how wet she’s getting below, see how she’s grinding against the bed.
It’s different and sexy and kinky and he likes doing this to her.
Ben lets one of his hands wander around her hip and under her, searching out her clit. He circles and rubs that with his finger in front while he licks Leslie in back. He’ll pause to nibble and suck on the hickey he’s been working on to the side occasionally, but then he return to her small, cute little opening to lick and swirl around her some more.
Between his finger on her clit and his tongue on her asshole, she comes quickly and loudly.
Ben assumes that she expects him to pull her up on her knees and take her from behind, and while it is very tempting, he opts to surprise her and flip her over, making her gasp in surprise and groan loudly when he spreads her legs wide open.
“Leslie, do you want me to uncuff you or take the blindfold off?”
When she doesn’t answer right away, Ben starts to repeat the question hastily, but she answers before he can get too far.
“No. No like this,” she confirms, raising her hands up over her head again and grasping his headboard.
Leslie groans loudly when he grips tightly at her hips and pushes inside. She’s so tight and wet-just like a warm, fragrant cinnamon bun surrounding his cock, he can’t help but think, but also so wiggly now that Ben has to continue to hold onto her hips, hold her still while he finds a rhythm.
“I’ll never tell you where the documents are!” She gasps out suddenly and okay, now he remembers which scenario they’re playing out.
"Oh I think you will,” Ben leans down, unable to resist. He almost wishes she was not blindfolded so she could see his smirk. “Or else I’ll kiss you,” he teases.
She snorts and starts cackling, absolutely shaking with laughter and the vibrations, the way she’s pushing against him, even with her limited movement, is enough to push him over the edge and fuck, he wanted to make her come again, but there’s no way he can slow this down now. He’s just thrusting erratically and holding her still and moaning and panting until he’s done.
“Sorry,” he says softly afterwards, as she moves her hands down and pushes the sleep mask up around her head so she can see him. “I meant to-”
“Stop,” Leslie insists, before enthusiastically telling him, “Babe, that was awesome!”
Ben grins. “Oh yeah?”
"Yeah,” she nods. “And if you want, it’s your turn tomorrow to be the evil villain with a cute little butt just mine for the taking,” she tells him with a wink.
6. Roadtrip UST
“Hi. This is not at all a good idea,” Ben says by way of quiet greeting, after she opens the door.
Right after she sees him, Leslie’s eyes get all wide and she looks exactly like the proverbial deer in headlights. A deer caught in headlights inside Chris’s guest bedroom.
Fuck. That probably makes him the car.
“Sorry, ” Ben whispers. “I just…” he shakes his head, gives her a small smile. “Never mind. I’m gonna-”
But before he can head back to the living room, Leslie grabs a fistful of the borrowed blue biking jacket and tugs Ben into her room, shutting the door quietly behind her.
Now they both have that deer in the headlights look.
“Hi,” she tells him.
He smiles at her, relaxing just a little. “Hi.”
“This is ridiculous.”
“It really is,” he agrees, looking around the room. Neutral colors, mildly new-age, zen-like furnishings-like a Pier1 mated with a yoga studio. Yes, this is definitely Chris’s guest bedroom.
Just, why the hell couldn’t this be a hotel room instead?
“It’s definitely not just you. I had a really intense and detailed sex dream about you the other night. There was a giant waffle-bed and you tasted like maple syrup,” she blurts out and then covers her mouth. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I said that.”
“After I saw the painting, you know the one of your…chestal region,” they both smile at each other. “I had to go in my room and think about baseball.”
“Really?” She asks.
“No. When I got to my room, I did something really inappropriate while fantasizing about you as a topless centaur roaming the forest. It was weird because of the bestiality aspect, but also strangely very erotic,” he confesses, making her giggle.
“I-”
They both freeze as they hear Chris get up and make his way to the bathroom again.
“Is he going to notice that you’re not there?”
“I guess we’ll find out. The covers are kind of pulled up, but if he looks closely…” Ben trails off and makes a worried face as they both stand still and listen for any tell-tale signs of being busted.
Just when it seems to be all clear, Leslie stretches forward and kisses him.
It’s surprising but welcome all at the same time. Her lips are soft, just barely touching his before his hands come up to her face and pull her even closer, her mouth opening just as they hear Chris shut his bedroom door.
Ben pulls back briefly, mainly because he kind of can’t believe this is finally happening, but when he looks at her she’s smiling. And then she’s leading him back, and it’s a little uncoordinated at first, in fact they bump noses initially and they both laugh, before she pushes closer, tilting her head and pressing her whole body against his as this kiss deepens.
When they come up for air, Ben is surprised to realize that Leslie’s hand is on his ass, squeezing, but then his hand is doing it’s own exploring, and is currently up under her black sweatshirt, his fingers circling a patch of skin on her side.
“Why did you…I mean…uh?”
“If we were going to get caught, I at least wanted to kiss you,” she explains.
“Oh. Right,” Ben nods. “Yeah.”
“But I think we’re safe,” she tells him. “You could stay. In here. We could try to be quiet and do stuff.”
Ben releases the breath he didn’t know he was holding as he looks around the room. The bed looks really cozy and nice, much better than the living room couch, which he highly doubts will turn out to be the comfiest couch he’s ever slept on.
And then he looks at Leslie, who even in her sweatpants and sweatshirt, is definitely the sexiest, most attractive woman he’s ever seen. If he stayed in here and they had sex-if they only fooled around a bit, it would probably be amazing, even if they did have to try and be quiet.
He imagines kissing her to keep her from making noise, tugging the sweatpants down (unlike his recent centaur fantasy-only two legs!), and maybe later, as his fingers rubbed against her, she’d have to bury her face in the pillow to keep from crying out.
They’d cuddle afterwards, but eventually he’d have to go back out to the couch and sleep alone. It would literally be the last place he’d want to be after spending time with Leslie.
“No,” Ben shakes his head. “I don’t want you to have to be quiet the first time I make you come.”
Leslie makes a little noise and closes her eyes and groans…and if that’s not the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
“And I definitely don’t want to have to leave afterwards, “ Ben continues. “So, uh, I’m going to…go back out there. And absolutely not think about a sexy lady-centaur roaming the forest.”
Leslie laughs. “Okay. But when we get back to Pawnee, we really need to make out with each other.”
“When we get back to Pawnee, we definitely need to make out with each other,” Ben agrees.
7. The Great Cookie Caper
When Ben leans his head towards hers and positions his lips near her ear, Leslie would normally think that he’s about to whisper something cute, maybe something even a little dirty. But instead, he says quietly, “Okay, don’t react, but I think something is happening.”
“What do you mean?” She asks in a whisper, slowly reaching for the remote to pause the movie. He puts his hand on hers before she can retrieve it from the coffee table.
“Stephen is behind us on the floor, crawling towards the kitchen.”
“Wha-”
Ben’s hand comes up and covers her mouth.
“Shhhh. Let’s see what he’s doing.”
She knows how much Ben loves trying to figure something out, and this is no exception. They both turn to watch as Stephen stays close to the ground and makes his way into the other room.
“I’m going to go up to their room and see what the other ones know, you deal with him.”
“Sounds good, babe,” she replies. Leslie briefly enjoys the view of Ben walking away, and then gets up off the couch to confront her five-year old son in the kitchen.
“Mommy, did it work?”
“I think so, sweetie,” Leslie tells him, walking over to the cookie jar and getting two extra large cookies out. She hands him one. “Share this with Sonia and Wesley.”
Stephen nods seriously as he heads out of the kitchen, but before he can even start up the stairs, he meets his dad in the living room.
“Okay buddy, give me the cookie.”
Leslie turns to see her husband and son, Ben kneeling down low to talk to the little boy.
Crap on a crayon.
“Daddy!” Stephen shouts out and rushes forward, snuggling his head against Ben’s shoulder, making Leslie smile. Oh, he’s good.
“Oh, thank you,” Ben says, wrapping his arms around his son. “I love hugs, almost as much as I love you. But you still have to give me the cookie. No cookies after bed. You and your brother and sister know that.”
Leslie turns back around and quickly starts eating her own chocolate chip cookie, managing to get about half of it down before Ben walks up behind her and wraps her up in a hug.
“Can you believe they masterminded that plan to get a cookie?” He asks, his arms wrapped tightly around her.
“Mhhhrrrmmmm,” Leslie responds, shaking her head and trying to chew faster as she leans back against him.
“The only thing I can’t figure out is how he got the cookie out of the cookie jar all the way up on the back of the counter. I mean, he’s three and a half feet tall…so that doesn’t make sense, does it?”
And she pretty much knows by the amused tone in his voice, that Ben does in fact understand exactly how Stephen got into the cookie jar. Yeah. She’s completely busted. But to be fair, it was Sonia’s idea.
Leslie sighs. Wesley probably spilled the beans.
“Want me to get you a glass of milk to go with that cookie, babe?” Ben whispers seductively in her ear, just as she starts giggling.
8. That One Time Ron Stopped by Leslie’s House Unexpectedly
When Ben answers the door he’s a little surprised to see Ron holding a box of what looks like leftover decorations from Jerry’s Sweet Sixteen Party last week. And judging by the look on Ron’s face, he was not really expecting to see Ben either.
“Son. You have something on your nose,” Ron says by way of greeting.
Oh. Right. “It’s just a nose strip,” Ben explains.
He had actually forgotten he still had it on. “It cleans out your pores. I found them in Leslie’s medicine cabinet last year and now I try to do one every couple of weeks or so. Sometimes, we do them together on Sunday nights when we-”
“Stop. I firmly believe that it is a man’s right to do whatever he wants in his own home,” Ron interrupts, then pauses briefly. “Or the home of his girlfriend. I don’t care and I don’t need the details. I’ll just wait outside until you’re done,” Ron gestures to Ben’s face.
“It’s okay. You can come in. Just stick to the path,” he warns.
“I’ll be out here,” Ron repeats, not budging from the front step.
Ben nods and pulls the dried nose strip off. “All done. Come in. I’ll just toss this out,” he says, heading towards the trash can in the kitchen.
9. Detailed Sexy Blow Job
“Are you sure you’re feeling up to this?” Leslie asks Ben again, this time as she lightly runs her fingernails up and down the worn cotton plaid material covering his thighs, while he stands in front of her.
While the cuddling and snuggling has been wonderful as usual, they’ve both been trying to take it easy and not cuddle too much over the last few days, so that they don’t cause him any discomfort while recovering from his well-timed kidney stones.
Well-timed in retrospect, of course, since he was saved from having to endure that ridiculous joke of a ceremony.
It still makes her angry just thinking about it.
And Fred the Sled-what a stupid town mascot.
“I’m fine. I promise. It’s been seven days today. Everything is in perfect working order. I’ve been cleared for takeoff and everything,” he assures her.
Leslie laughs at his choice of words, but then adds seriously, “But I don’t want to hurt it. We’re supposed to take it easy,” she says remembering the inappropriately-worded advice from the doctor in Partridge.
“I know. Trust me. I don’t want to hurt it either. And we have been taking it easy. Too easy,” he adds. “I’m fine. Really.”
"Well, good, then. Because it’s such a great penis. My most favorite penis in the whole-”
“Thank you?” He gives her a confused look.
Leslie grins up at him from her spot on the bed. “You’re welcome. But, if you think you need another day or two-”
“Okay, I wasn’t going to mention this, but I did kind of take it for a…solo test run last night. Just to make sure everything was back to normal.”
“Oh really? Where was I while this was happening?” Usually Ben isn’t very sneaky at stuff like that, so she’s mildly surprised she didn’t walk in on him.
“In your craft room working on the scrapbook from our very eventful Partridge trip,” he tells her.
“And everything was-”
“A-OK,” Ben says, smiling at her. “All systems go.”
“All systems…went?”
“Yes,” he laughs, then nods. “Went all over the place. It’s probably just as well you were not involved, I think I had a backlog of-”
“Well,” Leslie starts, easing his pajama pants down his hips and gently around his growing erection. “Maybe I should take a look…Mr. Mayor?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Let’s do that.”
“Maybe start with some gentle kisses,” she says. “Just to let your penis know how much I missed it while it was recuperating?”
“I think it might appreciate that. Yes.”
“Oh, hello,” Leslie whispers directly to his cock, lightly blowing on it after her words. “I’m so glad you’re feeling better.”
“Oh fuck.” She hears Ben mumble above her, even while trying not to laugh.
“I think it likes me,” she teases, before placing little kisses around the the head. When she licks the tip Ben practically jumps.
Leslie wraps around the base with one hand while she works him over with her mouth, the other hand firmly planted on his adorable, sexy, little butt.
She has missed this-missed driving Ben crazy and how his fingers wind through her hair, not pulling, but just sexily combing through, gripping at the ends, as he tangles his fingers up. It really has been a long week.
She’s tried very hard not to do anything to make him…excited. But now, he’s exactly that, rock hard and moaning, practically shuddering against her warm mouth and tongue.
“Babe,” he gasps out, trying to get her attention.“Babe?”
“Are you okay? Is-”
“No. No. Great. I just…I mean, oh, if you want to do anything else right away, um, you should hold off on-”
“Ben. Don’t be silly. This is exactly what I want to do,” Leslie tells him, wrapping her lips around him again.
Soon he’s moaning, his hips gently thrusting and she almost wishes she had another hand so she could touch herself while getting him off. Because his reactions and movements, and really all the things that make him Ben, while she gives him head and he comes undone and loses control, are working for her like crazy.
He’s just so sexy.
Her nerdy, hot, amazing, used-to-be-a-teen-mayor husband…whom she now also knows has an adorable propensity to turn into a hippie when he’s loopy on morphine.
Leslie moans and clutches his ass tighter when he comes in her mouth minutes later, gasping and shuddering through his release.
“I think it’s officially working again,” Ben manages to get out after a few seconds, before sitting next to her on the bed, his hand coming to rest on her thigh.
“Yay! I think so too,” Leslie agrees. “It felt good? Everything’s-”
“Babe. God. It felt amazing. It always feels amazing. You are amazing.”
Leslie nods at the compliment, then smiles as she leans closer for a kiss.
“Hey. I know! We should get dressed and go find some waffles for brunch while you get ready for round two.”
"Wait,” he tugs at her t-shirt sleeve.
“What?”
”Wait,” he says again, asking her to slow down. Ben pulls her closer, brushes her hair out of the way, and places his lips against her neck. The exact spot that he knows makes her shiver and her eyes snap shut.
And when he whispers, “I don’t want to eat waffles. Besides, JJ’s will still be there in a bit, you know,” Leslie doesn’t even try to hold in the groan.
Yeah. She should probably take her pants off.
Before she can, Ben slides his hand down the front of her pajamas, and he seems unsurprised by what he finds there-her, thoroughly soaked and grinding against his fingers, practically as soon as he touches her.
As he rubs against her slickness, his face breaks out into an adorable smirk.
“Hey,” he says, still smiling at her. “I think it likes me.”
Timeline: All over the place!
Summary: 1. smut based on how foxy Ben thinks Leslie looks in the dress from the finale (prompt), 2. Ben and Leslie giving "the talk" to the triplets, 3. leslie/ben cuddling naked on the couch watching a movie, 4. Sonia has a slumber party while Ben entertains Wesley and Stephen, 5. Ben rimming Leslie, 6. Roadtrip UST, 7. The Great Cookie Caper, 8. That One Time Ron Stopped by Leslie’s House Unexpectedly, 9. Detailed Sexy Blow Job
1. smut based on how foxy Ben thinks Leslie looks in the dress from the finale (prompt)
Washington DC, 2025:
“This is incredibly inappropriate,” Leslie says, even as she’s unzipping his pants. But before she can go for his belt too, Ben grabs her hand and pulls it away, holds it firmly down by her side, as he licks and then sucks on the skin of her neck, her up-swept hair giving him easy access. He pulls back just before creating a telltale hickey.
“Can’t help it. This dress looks amazing on you. Should I be jealous?” He asks, his hands now wandering up her thighs, pulling her dress up as he goes.
“What? Jealous of who?”
Ben gives her a look. “You know who. The owner of the bathroom we’re currently making out in.”
“Dr. Jill Biden?” She asks with a grin. “Well, she is a very accomplished woman, I can see why you would-”
“Um. No,” Ben responds, getting the dress all bunched up around Leslie’s waist. “The other one.”
“Oh, him?” Leslie grins. “No. No. This dress is all for you, congressman.”
"Good,” he says, pulling her in for a deep, possessive kiss.
Soon, he’s pushing the light panty hose down and when she pushes his suit jacket out of the way and reaches for his belt again, Ben pulls back.
“No.”
“What do you mean? Ben, I want-”
“I want to do this to you and it was my idea. We only have a couple of minutes.”
His hands are brushing the skin of her hips, tugging her underwear down. Ben gets down on his knees and follows the silky material as he slides it down her legs, so it’s bunched up down by her ankles, her high heels still on.
“You can make it up to me when we get home,” he grins up at her. “Or maybe in the car. I have something to tell you that might make you all excited.”
“I’m already pretty excited now.”
He smiles and glances down at her feet, lifts one up a couple of inches and says, “Well, this isn’t going to work,” before slipping a shoe off and then pulling the sheer-colored hose and red panties off one foot. Ben lifts her leg up so it’s resting over her shoulder.
While he’s busy with this task, Leslie reaches down and musses up his hair.
“Are you giving me pre-sex hair? Wait, I thought you liked my politician hair?”
Leslie laughs quietly. “I do, but I also like your Ben-hair. Besides, I’m going to start pulling on it in a minute, so it’s just going to get all messy anyway.”
He gives her a smile as she leans back against the counter for more support and Ben turns his head to kiss the inside of her thigh, slowly making his way to the center. He uses his nose to part her folds, where she’s already getting wet for him.
Ben pulls back. “Now, you have to be quiet.”
"Oh my god, you are such a tease. I know that!” She whispers back, making him smile.
No more teasing, Ben dives in, licking and kissing, using his tongue to make her hands clutch and grip at his hair.
When he glances up at his wife, her eyes are closed and she’s got her hand over her mouth, moaning quietly into her palm. And it’s so hot that Ben groans against her slick skin, uses the tip of his tongue to make her shudder and gasp into her hand, and soon she’s coming in his mouth, arching her back and stretching out the toes on the foot resting against his back.
He takes his time kissing her mound, then each hip, as he pulls her leg down, and watches as she shimmies the hose and panties back up and on and smooths the tight little black dress down again perfectly.
“You should leave first. So it’s not suspicious looking.”
“But, what are you going to do?” She glances down at his pants as he zips them up carefully.
“I’m going to fix my hair, think about statistics for a minute or two, maybe the horrible high school graduation numbers in my district. Then, I’m going to go out there and finish up the next round of charades with all of these important politicians, including my smart and sexy wife.”
Ben pauses to reach out and hold her hand and can’t help but think of her as the future first lady of Indiana.
“Then I’m going to take you home and fuck the hell out of you. And because the kids are all staying at friends’ houses tonight, maybe even in the living room-right on the couch. Because I’m feeling pretty great right now, babe.”
”Mmmmmmm, the couch,” Leslie agrees, while Ben nods seductively.
Before she leaves the bathroom, she gives him another smile and squeezes his hand. “I’m feeling pretty great tonight too.”
2. Ben and Leslie giving "the talk" to the triplets
Honestly, Ben kind of looks forward to Tuesday nights.
Tuesday is Leslie’s evening to be at work late and of course he misses her just like the kids do, and she usually stops home for dinner and helps him start bath time, but then it’s back to the office and Ben is left to get everyone out of the tub and into pajamas.
There’s a story (sometimes two or three-tonight it was The Very Hungry Caterpillar, followed by Groffle the Awful Waffle), and then goodnights with Leslie over Skype if she can, and then he usually lets all three kids stay piled up into the bed with him until Leslie gets home and they carry everyone back to their own room.
He figures there’s only so much more of this available, this magical time when they’re still little and snugly and want to be around both him and Leslie, and he’s going to take all the cuddles from his four year-olds that he can get.
“When’s mommy coming home?”
Ben puts his book down across his chest and turns his attention to his daughter, the only triplet still awake at ten. And if one of the kids is still awake when Leslie gets home-it’s usually Sonia.
“Probably soon. Why aren’t you sleeping yet?”
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” She asks back quietly, making Ben grin. His smile gets even wider when she adds, “You can’t make me be sleepy,” which is pretty much the exact conversation he’s had with Leslie on so many occasions he can’t even count.
“True,” he agrees. “But if you don’t go to sleep, you’ll be tired at preschool tomorrow.” Which so far, has not been the case, but he says it anyway.
She shrugs, all wide awake eyes and tousled blonde hair. “Can’t sleep yet, daddy.”
“Okay,” Ben whispers back. He glances at both boys-Stephen and Wesley are definitely out, Wes even quietly snoring, his little green glasses safely tucked away on Leslie’s bedside table.
“Can we read another book?” She asks, sitting up suddenly.
“No. Lie down, honey,” Ben tells her gently, tucking both her and Sonia’s stuffed zebra Margo back in under the covers. “I can’t make you fall asleep, but I want you to stay down. Why don’t you just close your eyes and try to sleep?”
“I might miss mommy when she gets home and I want to say goodnight,” she explains.
“Well, mommy is usually pretty noisy, so I doubt you’ll miss her.”
She giggles at that and then it’s quiet for a couple of minutes.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah?” Ben folds the corner of his page down and just puts the book on the bedside table. He’s probably not going to be able to read anymore for awhile…and that’s okay.
“Mommy had us all in her tummy, right?”
“Yes,” he responds.
The kids have wondered about the logistics of this before, and both he and Leslie have been able to vaguely explain it away by saying that Sonia, Stephen, and Wesley used to be very little, so that they fit inside Leslie just fine. He thinks they must assume that Leslie is some kind of kangaroo or something, and really at this age, he doesn’t feel the need to correct this idea.
“And we were small?”
He sighs, happy that the next question is this familiar one. “Yes. You were all very tiny. Not big and loud and full of questions like you are now.”
She ignores his teasing. “Teeny-tiny?”
“Yes,” Ben confirms, smiling. “Teeny-tiny like little seeds that grew, until you were the size of three, little vanilla pound cakes,” he says, making her laugh with a comparison that would definitely make Leslie smile and nod in agreement as well.
“But, how did we get out?”
“We went to the hospital and a doctor helped you get out of mommy’s tummy and then we brought you home.”
She nods seriously. “That’s why mommy has a scar on her tummy.”
“That’s right.”
“But…” she gives him a confused look. “How did we get in there?”
Shit.
For some reason, he did not expect that-did not even see it coming, which in retrospect seems kind of ridiculous. Ben stares at Sonia for a couple of seconds. Blinks. When he opens his eyes, yep-she’s still there and looking at him expectantly.
“Um, well. Let’s see. Huh. Good question. That is a very good question, honey. We wanted babies and um, you know,” he nods and widens his eyes, even though he’s pretty sure that she does not, in fact, know. “Actually, mommy probably has a much better idea of how this all happened and-”
“But at school today, Leah said that daddies put babies in mommies,” Sonia says, interrupting him impatiently. “So you should know this, daddy.”
He gives his daughter a look. “Well,” Ben starts to answer carefully. “That’s one way it can happen.”
“Did you put us in mommy or not?”
"Yes,” he tells his daughter, all while thinking-please don’t ask how, please don’t ask how, please don’t ask how-over and over in his head.
“But how did-”
Just then, they both hear the front door open and Sonia changes gears suddenly and yells out “mommy!” excitedly, briefly disturbing both Stephen and Wesley in the process.
“Oh thank god,” Ben mutters, closing his eyes in relief.
When Leslie gets upstairs minutes later, both boys appear to be soundly back asleep, but Sonia is now sitting up, waiting to greet her mother right as she walks into the bedroom.
“Mommy! Daddy doesn’t know how he got me and Stephen and Wesley in you. You need to tell us how it happened!”
3. leslie/ben cuddling naked on the couch watching a movie
“Hold on, I love this part,” Ben tells her and Leslie lifts her head up to watch The Dude tell a sheriff that Jackie Treehorn treats objects like women, man.
Ben kind of giggles underneath her and it’s not so much the movie, which Leslie has to admit, is fairly amusing, but more so it’s Ben’s delight in certain scenes and lines of dialogue that make Leslie laugh right along with him, as they lie on her couch, naked and snuggled up under her crocheted blanket.
They really should be going over her debate talking points for next week. But, having just resolved the budget crisis that allowed the Westside Animal Shelter to re-open (and the 32 cats and dogs returned - not to mention the pig, rabbit, and snake), Ben had talked her into taking one Sunday afternoon off.
So of course they spent it hardcore making out (fucking) on her couch and then watching a movie.
Leslie figures she’ll put her The National Parks: America’s Best Idea DVD in next, but she let him pick first-after all, Lady Bun Bun did pee on his bed after April hid the rabbit in Ben’s room yesterday.
Besides, there’s nothing stopping her from going over her opening statement in her head, cuddled up in Ben’s arms.
I am Leslie Knope. I love this town, and I’ve worked my whole life to make it great. I believe that I’ve earned your vote. Bobby Newport believes he can buy it.
Ben presses the pause button. “What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” She asks him, turning her head so she can look at her tousled campaign manager and sexy hummingbird of a boyfriend.
“Well, he just…” Ben motions to the TV. “He just threw that coffee mug at The Dude and you didn’t even laugh. Babe, that’s so funny. It just kind of bounces off his forehead,” Ben tells her, unable to keep from laughing again.
Leslie smiles. “Sorry. Just thinking about-”
“The debate?”
“Yeah.”
“You are going to be amazing,” he says, giving her a kiss.
“It’s just…she always does something. There’s some surprise. Some unfair tactic and it throws me off. There’s got to be something planned for-”
“It doesn’t matter,” Ben tells her. “We’ve got this. You’ve got this. You are the best, most passionate candidate and you are going to win. It doesn’t matter what Jennifer Barkley tries, because Pawnee is going to vote with their gut and their heart, and when they do, they are going to vote for you.”
Leslie can feel her expression soften and some of the stress fade away at Ben’s words. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he responds. “And I really like you.”
“I like you too and you’re squeezing my ass,” she says, before starting to giggle.
“I am,” Ben agrees with a grin.
“But that’s my thing. I usually squeeze your ass.”
Ben shrugs. “Well, now it’s my thing,” he accents his words with another squeeze. “It’s not like you own ass-squeezing, Leslie.”
“I guess that’s true,” she agrees.
“Tell you what-why don’t we stop The Big Lebowski for now and put your National Parks DVD in or maybe even The Sound of Music, whatever you want. I just watched this with Henry last summer anyway.”
"I have a better idea,” Leslie tells him, before she disappears under the afghan and kisses a trail down his stomach.
4. Sonia has a slumber party while Ben entertains Wesley and Stephen
“Hey, do you want to try some of my calzone?” Ben asks his son, after he notices that the five-year old has stopped eating his cheese, spinach, broccoli, and mushroom pastry and has become more focused on the laughter and giggles coming from out in the living room, just beyond the family room’s closed door.
“What is mommy doing?” Wesley asks, still looking at the door, while Stephen continues to enthusiastically dig around in his own mozzarella, green olive, and mashed potato calzone, oblivious to his brother’s concern.
Ben smiles at the boy. “Honey, she’s just out there at Sonia’s slumber party. Remember? Girl’s night in the living room, boy’s night in here.”
“But why can’t we be there?”
Ben continues to smile, even though he has no idea how to try and explain this again. “Well, your sister wanted to have some friends over and have it just be them for tonight. And mommy is playing games with the girls, while we do cool things in here. Like eat the calzones we made earlier. And next we’re going to play with your dinosaurs, watch a movie, and have chocolate cupcakes.”
Just then, Leslie’s loud, boisterous cackle reaches the family room again and seconds later Wesley’s lip starts to quiver in response.
Ben knows what’s coming next.
“Hey, it’s okay. Come here,” he pulls the little boy onto his lap before he can start crying. “You know, next weekend, you and your brother are going to have Timmy and Dillon over for the night and we’re going to play games out there and have fun.”
“But what about mommy and Sonia?”
“They have to stay in here!” Stephen tells his brother excitedly, before giving him a hug.
“Yeah,” Ben nods, his arms wrapped around both of his sons. “Tell you what? I’m going to go get our cupcakes now.”
“But daddy, we didn’t finish dinner first,” Wes tells him, turning around in Ben’s lap so that his father can see his shocked expression.
Ben laughs. “Well, I think it’s okay this one time,” he kisses the top of Wesley’s head and gently slides him off onto the floor next to his brother. He thinks he knows what this might really be about. “I’ll be back in just a minute.”
When Ben gets to the living room, Leslie, as well as Sonia and her friends Madison and Kaitlin are all covered in bright lipsticks, colorful eyeshadows, and sequined, feathered accessories.
“Daddy!” Sonia screams happily and comes running towards him. “I’m a robot princess!”
“You are,” Ben agrees, lifting his daughter up in his arms. He kisses her cheek, right next to a big circle of pink blush.
“Hey babe. How’s it going in there? We’re having fun out here,” Leslie says, fluttering her eyelashes at him, before blowing him a kiss from her bright ruby red lips.
“I know. We can hear you,” Ben tells her, after setting Sonia back down on the floor. “Can I talk to you in the kitchen for a minute?”
“Sure. What’s wrong?” She asks as soon as they’re in the other room.
“Well, Wesley-”
“Wants to come out here?”
“Yes,” Ben nods. “He-“
"I’m so sorry,” Leslie shakes her head. “I’m just so freaking awesome at planning fun activities that boys always want to join in too. First the goddesses, and now this. I know, maybe if you take them up to our room for the rest of the night so they can’t hear what an amazing time we’re having down here? There’s a DVD player in the bedroom too,” she pauses and gives him a look. “I knew I should have given you a schedule of activities and games for tonight.”
“First point, do you really want two five year-olds having chocolate cupcakes in the bed?”
Leslie makes a face and shakes her head. “No.”
“Right. And second point, we are having fun. It’s not like I’m making them eat beans out of a can and play with a tarp,” he insists, already knowing the story of how his wife once made eight boys (and Andy) want to defect the Rangers and become Pawnee Goddesses. “I just think-”
“Well, stay where you are then and we’ll try to tone it down, I guess?” Leslie interrupts, still looking a bit confused. “But it’s not like I planned a puppy party this time. Or a S'mores-Off. And besides-”
“Yes you did,” Ben interrupts, pointing to the marshmallows, chocolate bars, and graham crackers sitting out in plain sight on the kitchen counter. He bites his tongue and doesn’t mention how the kids probably don’t need both cupcakes and s’mores.
“Well, maybe a little S'mores Off,” Leslie admits. “But I was going to sneak some into the other room for you guys and I made cupcakes for everyone and-”
“Okay. But, I don’t think it’s necessarily any of that,” Ben tells her, still trying to get his point across. “Leslie, I think he just misses you. He’s sad that you’re spending time with Sonia and her friends and not him.”
“What?” Leslie asks, looking truly surprised. Then her face scrunches up a little, and her lip starts to quiver, just like Wesley’s did a few minutes ago. “Oh. You think he misses me?”
“Yeah. But, to be fair, Stephen doesn’t really seem to care,” Ben adds, sharing a smile with his wife. “Why don’t you bring the boys their cupcakes and spend a couple of minutes with them and I’ll hold down the fort out here.”
“But we’re having a glamorous, powerful princess make-over sparkle-party.”
“I think I can handle it.” Ben glances over at the three five year-old girls.
They’re gathered around the coffee table giggling, trying on plastic bracelets, and covering each other with glittered lotions. He figures his role will mainly be making sure no one gets anything in their eyes or eats a lipstick. Or rubs glitter lotion all over the couch.
“Can you? If I put green eye shadow on you, what color lipstick should I choose?” Leslie quizzes him, even as she gets four small chocolate cupcakes from the dozen on the counter and puts them on a plate, then grabs a couple of napkins.
“Um,” Ben starts to answer, then guesses, “Red?” because Leslie likes Christmas a lot.
“Well, I’d need to call Ann and check, but that’s probably right.”
She nods at him and then leans in for a kiss. “Okay, I’ll be back in a few minutes. And hey, maybe after the slumber party pillow fight, you bring the boys out to the living room and we’ll all make s'mores and watch the Spongebob movie together.”
“But what about Sonia’s girls-only night?”
Leslie shrugs, then smiles at Ben. “Well, I’ll have a quick public forum with the girls to discuss it, but to be honest, I think Sonia misses her brothers and you too. Back in a few minutes.”
5. Ben rimming Leslie
rating: NC-17
Since being with Leslie, Ben has learned a lot about shower gels, bubble baths, and lotions-or rather specifically, ones that smell like dessert.
Sometimes she smells like vanilla cake, sometimes like frosted lemon cookies, and once when he was kissing and nibbling a path down her stomach, she had the distinct scent of a warm, juicy, cherry pie.
And then when he went down on her, he could not get that ridiculous Warrant song from the early 90s out of his head.
But tonight, Leslie has the aroma of freshly-baked cinnamon buns. Sweet, warm, and spicy, with a distinct vanilla undertone. He brushes her blonde hair off the back of her neck, the very ends still wet from the shower, and sweeps his tongue against her warm skin. Moves across to the side and sucks on the spot that makes her moan.
“Ben,” she gasps out.
He smiles against her skin. “What?”
“Are you going to do it?”
"Yes. Be patient,” he responds. He moves back to the center and slowly starts nuzzling his way down again.
Ben moves along her spine slowly, kissing, licking, and blowing against her skin. When she moans or makes a noise, sometimes he looks up, takes in the pink fuzzy handcuffs secured around her wrists, her hands stretched up above her head, although not attached to anything, and the red floral sleep mask covering her eyes…but sometimes he just keeps going.
When he’s just past her shoulder blades and working his way steadily down her bare back, he can’t even remember why she’s bound and blindfolded anymore-maybe she’s a hostage and he’s a train robber? She’s an evil mastermind and he’s the superhero who’s bringing her down and retrieving the stolen documents?
She’s definitely his hot, long-distance girlfriend visiting him in DC and he’s about to do something really dirty to her.
When Ben finally gets to the curve of her ass, he pauses to kiss a particularly enticing spot right towards the bottom of her left cheek. Starts licking the skin and then sucks a plump little spot into his mouth, sucks on the flesh.
He hears her giggle, as Leslie starts to squirm around, but he just grabs onto her hips, grips her tight, and holds her still.
“Are you giving me a hickey?” She finally asks.
Ben releases her from his mouth and gives her reddened skin a little kiss. “Maybe.”
”Mmmmmmm…,” is her only response.
He skims the undersides of her hips with his fingertips and then brings his hands up and over her ass, and firmly spreads her cheeks apart.
“Oh.”
“Well, this is-” He starts to say something about the new look but she interrupts him.
“I did some maintenance,” she responds, laughing.
“You did,” Ben agrees.
She’s not shaved or waxed there now or anything like that, but Leslie’s definitely neatened and trimmed everything up for him. He smiles. It’s actually very sweet that she would-
“It’s not like I went to a professional or anything,” she tells him. “I just did a little extra personal grooming. Is it cute?”
“It’s very cute,” he agrees, deciding that this is not the right moment to share what he knows about Jean-Ralphio’s back door maintenance and, uh, how he (very unfortunately) knows way too much about it.
Ben starts with a little kiss, right in the center and he’s still pleasantly surrounded by cinnamon-sugar. Tentatively, he touches the very tip of his tongue right to the same spot and Leslie kind of bucks her hips forward and makes a noise.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Yes. Yes-yes-yes,” she manages to answer back.
So. He bathes her with his tongue. Licks, swirls, and kisses. When Ben pulls back he can see how wet she’s getting below, see how she’s grinding against the bed.
It’s different and sexy and kinky and he likes doing this to her.
Ben lets one of his hands wander around her hip and under her, searching out her clit. He circles and rubs that with his finger in front while he licks Leslie in back. He’ll pause to nibble and suck on the hickey he’s been working on to the side occasionally, but then he return to her small, cute little opening to lick and swirl around her some more.
Between his finger on her clit and his tongue on her asshole, she comes quickly and loudly.
Ben assumes that she expects him to pull her up on her knees and take her from behind, and while it is very tempting, he opts to surprise her and flip her over, making her gasp in surprise and groan loudly when he spreads her legs wide open.
“Leslie, do you want me to uncuff you or take the blindfold off?”
When she doesn’t answer right away, Ben starts to repeat the question hastily, but she answers before he can get too far.
“No. No like this,” she confirms, raising her hands up over her head again and grasping his headboard.
Leslie groans loudly when he grips tightly at her hips and pushes inside. She’s so tight and wet-just like a warm, fragrant cinnamon bun surrounding his cock, he can’t help but think, but also so wiggly now that Ben has to continue to hold onto her hips, hold her still while he finds a rhythm.
“I’ll never tell you where the documents are!” She gasps out suddenly and okay, now he remembers which scenario they’re playing out.
"Oh I think you will,” Ben leans down, unable to resist. He almost wishes she was not blindfolded so she could see his smirk. “Or else I’ll kiss you,” he teases.
She snorts and starts cackling, absolutely shaking with laughter and the vibrations, the way she’s pushing against him, even with her limited movement, is enough to push him over the edge and fuck, he wanted to make her come again, but there’s no way he can slow this down now. He’s just thrusting erratically and holding her still and moaning and panting until he’s done.
“Sorry,” he says softly afterwards, as she moves her hands down and pushes the sleep mask up around her head so she can see him. “I meant to-”
“Stop,” Leslie insists, before enthusiastically telling him, “Babe, that was awesome!”
Ben grins. “Oh yeah?”
"Yeah,” she nods. “And if you want, it’s your turn tomorrow to be the evil villain with a cute little butt just mine for the taking,” she tells him with a wink.
6. Roadtrip UST
“Hi. This is not at all a good idea,” Ben says by way of quiet greeting, after she opens the door.
Right after she sees him, Leslie’s eyes get all wide and she looks exactly like the proverbial deer in headlights. A deer caught in headlights inside Chris’s guest bedroom.
Fuck. That probably makes him the car.
“Sorry, ” Ben whispers. “I just…” he shakes his head, gives her a small smile. “Never mind. I’m gonna-”
But before he can head back to the living room, Leslie grabs a fistful of the borrowed blue biking jacket and tugs Ben into her room, shutting the door quietly behind her.
Now they both have that deer in the headlights look.
“Hi,” she tells him.
He smiles at her, relaxing just a little. “Hi.”
“This is ridiculous.”
“It really is,” he agrees, looking around the room. Neutral colors, mildly new-age, zen-like furnishings-like a Pier1 mated with a yoga studio. Yes, this is definitely Chris’s guest bedroom.
Just, why the hell couldn’t this be a hotel room instead?
“It’s definitely not just you. I had a really intense and detailed sex dream about you the other night. There was a giant waffle-bed and you tasted like maple syrup,” she blurts out and then covers her mouth. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I said that.”
“After I saw the painting, you know the one of your…chestal region,” they both smile at each other. “I had to go in my room and think about baseball.”
“Really?” She asks.
“No. When I got to my room, I did something really inappropriate while fantasizing about you as a topless centaur roaming the forest. It was weird because of the bestiality aspect, but also strangely very erotic,” he confesses, making her giggle.
“I-”
They both freeze as they hear Chris get up and make his way to the bathroom again.
“Is he going to notice that you’re not there?”
“I guess we’ll find out. The covers are kind of pulled up, but if he looks closely…” Ben trails off and makes a worried face as they both stand still and listen for any tell-tale signs of being busted.
Just when it seems to be all clear, Leslie stretches forward and kisses him.
It’s surprising but welcome all at the same time. Her lips are soft, just barely touching his before his hands come up to her face and pull her even closer, her mouth opening just as they hear Chris shut his bedroom door.
Ben pulls back briefly, mainly because he kind of can’t believe this is finally happening, but when he looks at her she’s smiling. And then she’s leading him back, and it’s a little uncoordinated at first, in fact they bump noses initially and they both laugh, before she pushes closer, tilting her head and pressing her whole body against his as this kiss deepens.
When they come up for air, Ben is surprised to realize that Leslie’s hand is on his ass, squeezing, but then his hand is doing it’s own exploring, and is currently up under her black sweatshirt, his fingers circling a patch of skin on her side.
“Why did you…I mean…uh?”
“If we were going to get caught, I at least wanted to kiss you,” she explains.
“Oh. Right,” Ben nods. “Yeah.”
“But I think we’re safe,” she tells him. “You could stay. In here. We could try to be quiet and do stuff.”
Ben releases the breath he didn’t know he was holding as he looks around the room. The bed looks really cozy and nice, much better than the living room couch, which he highly doubts will turn out to be the comfiest couch he’s ever slept on.
And then he looks at Leslie, who even in her sweatpants and sweatshirt, is definitely the sexiest, most attractive woman he’s ever seen. If he stayed in here and they had sex-if they only fooled around a bit, it would probably be amazing, even if they did have to try and be quiet.
He imagines kissing her to keep her from making noise, tugging the sweatpants down (unlike his recent centaur fantasy-only two legs!), and maybe later, as his fingers rubbed against her, she’d have to bury her face in the pillow to keep from crying out.
They’d cuddle afterwards, but eventually he’d have to go back out to the couch and sleep alone. It would literally be the last place he’d want to be after spending time with Leslie.
“No,” Ben shakes his head. “I don’t want you to have to be quiet the first time I make you come.”
Leslie makes a little noise and closes her eyes and groans…and if that’s not the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
“And I definitely don’t want to have to leave afterwards, “ Ben continues. “So, uh, I’m going to…go back out there. And absolutely not think about a sexy lady-centaur roaming the forest.”
Leslie laughs. “Okay. But when we get back to Pawnee, we really need to make out with each other.”
“When we get back to Pawnee, we definitely need to make out with each other,” Ben agrees.
7. The Great Cookie Caper
When Ben leans his head towards hers and positions his lips near her ear, Leslie would normally think that he’s about to whisper something cute, maybe something even a little dirty. But instead, he says quietly, “Okay, don’t react, but I think something is happening.”
“What do you mean?” She asks in a whisper, slowly reaching for the remote to pause the movie. He puts his hand on hers before she can retrieve it from the coffee table.
“Stephen is behind us on the floor, crawling towards the kitchen.”
“Wha-”
Ben’s hand comes up and covers her mouth.
“Shhhh. Let’s see what he’s doing.”
She knows how much Ben loves trying to figure something out, and this is no exception. They both turn to watch as Stephen stays close to the ground and makes his way into the other room.
“I’m going to go up to their room and see what the other ones know, you deal with him.”
“Sounds good, babe,” she replies. Leslie briefly enjoys the view of Ben walking away, and then gets up off the couch to confront her five-year old son in the kitchen.
“Mommy, did it work?”
“I think so, sweetie,” Leslie tells him, walking over to the cookie jar and getting two extra large cookies out. She hands him one. “Share this with Sonia and Wesley.”
Stephen nods seriously as he heads out of the kitchen, but before he can even start up the stairs, he meets his dad in the living room.
“Okay buddy, give me the cookie.”
Leslie turns to see her husband and son, Ben kneeling down low to talk to the little boy.
Crap on a crayon.
“Daddy!” Stephen shouts out and rushes forward, snuggling his head against Ben’s shoulder, making Leslie smile. Oh, he’s good.
“Oh, thank you,” Ben says, wrapping his arms around his son. “I love hugs, almost as much as I love you. But you still have to give me the cookie. No cookies after bed. You and your brother and sister know that.”
Leslie turns back around and quickly starts eating her own chocolate chip cookie, managing to get about half of it down before Ben walks up behind her and wraps her up in a hug.
“Can you believe they masterminded that plan to get a cookie?” He asks, his arms wrapped tightly around her.
“Mhhhrrrmmmm,” Leslie responds, shaking her head and trying to chew faster as she leans back against him.
“The only thing I can’t figure out is how he got the cookie out of the cookie jar all the way up on the back of the counter. I mean, he’s three and a half feet tall…so that doesn’t make sense, does it?”
And she pretty much knows by the amused tone in his voice, that Ben does in fact understand exactly how Stephen got into the cookie jar. Yeah. She’s completely busted. But to be fair, it was Sonia’s idea.
Leslie sighs. Wesley probably spilled the beans.
“Want me to get you a glass of milk to go with that cookie, babe?” Ben whispers seductively in her ear, just as she starts giggling.
8. That One Time Ron Stopped by Leslie’s House Unexpectedly
When Ben answers the door he’s a little surprised to see Ron holding a box of what looks like leftover decorations from Jerry’s Sweet Sixteen Party last week. And judging by the look on Ron’s face, he was not really expecting to see Ben either.
“Son. You have something on your nose,” Ron says by way of greeting.
Oh. Right. “It’s just a nose strip,” Ben explains.
He had actually forgotten he still had it on. “It cleans out your pores. I found them in Leslie’s medicine cabinet last year and now I try to do one every couple of weeks or so. Sometimes, we do them together on Sunday nights when we-”
“Stop. I firmly believe that it is a man’s right to do whatever he wants in his own home,” Ron interrupts, then pauses briefly. “Or the home of his girlfriend. I don’t care and I don’t need the details. I’ll just wait outside until you’re done,” Ron gestures to Ben’s face.
“It’s okay. You can come in. Just stick to the path,” he warns.
“I’ll be out here,” Ron repeats, not budging from the front step.
Ben nods and pulls the dried nose strip off. “All done. Come in. I’ll just toss this out,” he says, heading towards the trash can in the kitchen.
9. Detailed Sexy Blow Job
“Are you sure you’re feeling up to this?” Leslie asks Ben again, this time as she lightly runs her fingernails up and down the worn cotton plaid material covering his thighs, while he stands in front of her.
While the cuddling and snuggling has been wonderful as usual, they’ve both been trying to take it easy and not cuddle too much over the last few days, so that they don’t cause him any discomfort while recovering from his well-timed kidney stones.
Well-timed in retrospect, of course, since he was saved from having to endure that ridiculous joke of a ceremony.
It still makes her angry just thinking about it.
And Fred the Sled-what a stupid town mascot.
“I’m fine. I promise. It’s been seven days today. Everything is in perfect working order. I’ve been cleared for takeoff and everything,” he assures her.
Leslie laughs at his choice of words, but then adds seriously, “But I don’t want to hurt it. We’re supposed to take it easy,” she says remembering the inappropriately-worded advice from the doctor in Partridge.
“I know. Trust me. I don’t want to hurt it either. And we have been taking it easy. Too easy,” he adds. “I’m fine. Really.”
"Well, good, then. Because it’s such a great penis. My most favorite penis in the whole-”
“Thank you?” He gives her a confused look.
Leslie grins up at him from her spot on the bed. “You’re welcome. But, if you think you need another day or two-”
“Okay, I wasn’t going to mention this, but I did kind of take it for a…solo test run last night. Just to make sure everything was back to normal.”
“Oh really? Where was I while this was happening?” Usually Ben isn’t very sneaky at stuff like that, so she’s mildly surprised she didn’t walk in on him.
“In your craft room working on the scrapbook from our very eventful Partridge trip,” he tells her.
“And everything was-”
“A-OK,” Ben says, smiling at her. “All systems go.”
“All systems…went?”
“Yes,” he laughs, then nods. “Went all over the place. It’s probably just as well you were not involved, I think I had a backlog of-”
“Well,” Leslie starts, easing his pajama pants down his hips and gently around his growing erection. “Maybe I should take a look…Mr. Mayor?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Let’s do that.”
“Maybe start with some gentle kisses,” she says. “Just to let your penis know how much I missed it while it was recuperating?”
“I think it might appreciate that. Yes.”
“Oh, hello,” Leslie whispers directly to his cock, lightly blowing on it after her words. “I’m so glad you’re feeling better.”
“Oh fuck.” She hears Ben mumble above her, even while trying not to laugh.
“I think it likes me,” she teases, before placing little kisses around the the head. When she licks the tip Ben practically jumps.
Leslie wraps around the base with one hand while she works him over with her mouth, the other hand firmly planted on his adorable, sexy, little butt.
She has missed this-missed driving Ben crazy and how his fingers wind through her hair, not pulling, but just sexily combing through, gripping at the ends, as he tangles his fingers up. It really has been a long week.
She’s tried very hard not to do anything to make him…excited. But now, he’s exactly that, rock hard and moaning, practically shuddering against her warm mouth and tongue.
“Babe,” he gasps out, trying to get her attention.“Babe?”
“Are you okay? Is-”
“No. No. Great. I just…I mean, oh, if you want to do anything else right away, um, you should hold off on-”
“Ben. Don’t be silly. This is exactly what I want to do,” Leslie tells him, wrapping her lips around him again.
Soon he’s moaning, his hips gently thrusting and she almost wishes she had another hand so she could touch herself while getting him off. Because his reactions and movements, and really all the things that make him Ben, while she gives him head and he comes undone and loses control, are working for her like crazy.
He’s just so sexy.
Her nerdy, hot, amazing, used-to-be-a-teen-mayor husband…whom she now also knows has an adorable propensity to turn into a hippie when he’s loopy on morphine.
Leslie moans and clutches his ass tighter when he comes in her mouth minutes later, gasping and shuddering through his release.
“I think it’s officially working again,” Ben manages to get out after a few seconds, before sitting next to her on the bed, his hand coming to rest on her thigh.
“Yay! I think so too,” Leslie agrees. “It felt good? Everything’s-”
“Babe. God. It felt amazing. It always feels amazing. You are amazing.”
Leslie nods at the compliment, then smiles as she leans closer for a kiss.
“Hey. I know! We should get dressed and go find some waffles for brunch while you get ready for round two.”
"Wait,” he tugs at her t-shirt sleeve.
“What?”
”Wait,” he says again, asking her to slow down. Ben pulls her closer, brushes her hair out of the way, and places his lips against her neck. The exact spot that he knows makes her shiver and her eyes snap shut.
And when he whispers, “I don’t want to eat waffles. Besides, JJ’s will still be there in a bit, you know,” Leslie doesn’t even try to hold in the groan.
Yeah. She should probably take her pants off.
Before she can, Ben slides his hand down the front of her pajamas, and he seems unsurprised by what he finds there-her, thoroughly soaked and grinding against his fingers, practically as soon as he touches her.
As he rubs against her slickness, his face breaks out into an adorable smirk.
“Hey,” he says, still smiling at her. “I think it likes me.”