Pants Optional Sunday
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Season six, set right after the open in Galentine's Day.
Summary: Leslie/Ben lazy weekend smut.
"Yeah, okay. Let's do this," she tells him, after only a few seconds of consideration.
See? This is the problem. They've only been speaking about Sandra Bullock's skirt length and other possible topics of conversation for about 15 seconds, and she just wants to jump him--relaxed weekend-Ben with his bowl of popcorn, striped sweater, and lazy Sunday afternoon hair. He's probably about to marathon some sci-fi show on the sofa all afternoon, tempting her away from her important project like a nerdy, daytime, sweater-wearing incubus.
God, he's so sexy.
"Yeah, yeah. Yeah," Ben agrees, starting to smile, reaching for her hand.
She thinks he's going to lead her to the couch, but he surprises her by tugging her up the stairs and down the short hallway. They're both laughing by the time they get to the bedroom door.
"So. I'm irresistible, huh?" Ben asks between kisses, pressing her against the wall, as his hands wander down, undo the button on her jeans, then the zipper, all while they're kissing. Little soft kisses, smiley kisses, then deep, sloppy kisses.
Ben-kisses.
"Well, yes," Leslie answers honestly, as he slides her jeans down her hips. Her panties are next--black cotton with little red hearts all over them. And god, he's just so good at this. "You really are...it's very lucky that we're married."
"I'm the lucky one," he tells her, both hands back at the side of her face before he pulls her in. The way he just grabs her face sometimes and moves her into position, right against his mouth, it's so....mmmmm. Especially, god, when her jeans and panties are bunched down around her knees, and she can feel the bedroom wall against her bare ass. Besides her hips, he hasn't even touched her anywhere below the neck yet and she's already so wet just from all of the kissing and the pulling down of clothing, and well, the anticipation of where his hands and fingers will be soon. Or...
"On the bed," she says, against his lips. "I want to be on the bed."
"Yeah?" He stops kissing long enough to grin at her.
"Yeah. When you go down on me," Leslie clarifies, making Ben close his eyes and groan.
She pushes her jeans and underwear the rest of the way off and then it's her turn to grab his hand and lead him to their destination. She sits in the edge, on top of the blue and green quilt she made that first year after Lindsay Carlisle Shay moved to Eagleton, when Leslie was so lonely and just starting to make other connections at work.
She tugs him into position in front of her, using his belt loops to guide Ben to her, and starts working his pants off.
"I thought I was going down on you?"
"You are, but you're wearing way too many clothes."
"Is it pants optional Sunday again already?" Ben asks, trying not to laugh as Leslie starts on his boxers, slipping her hand down the front, holding onto his cock, and maneuvering his underwear down and gently around his erection, making him shudder.
"Yep," she answers, all giggly. "Your face is requested in my lady place. And pants are not required or even remotely encouraged."
When his pants and boxers are actually down and off, Leslie can't help but laugh. "Sorry. Sorry. But you look ridiculously cute just wearing a sweater...with that just..." she gestures towards his dick, which is very interested in the current state of affairs.
"Well, you look completely adorable in just your t-shirt," Ben says, not at all discouraged, as he gets down on his knees in front of her and lifts the hem of Leslie's shirt up.
Ben starts kissing a path along just under her ribs, as she runs his fingers through his thick, soft hair. He sticks his tongue in her belly button and she squeals, hips bucking, wiggling against him.
"No! No...aghhh!" She manages to get out before giggling and trying to squirm back away from him. Ben lets his grasp on her hips go but follows her into the center of the bed.
"I love how ticklish your belly button is. But more importantly, that was because you laughed at my sweater and hard-on combination. But, don't worry, I'm planning on making it up to you. Eventually," Ben promises, pushing his hands against the inside of her thighs and spreading her open while she laughs. He kisses and nuzzles his way down.
And while he does take his sweet, infuriating time, she gets there. It starts with a slow tickle down below, a delicious build each time she pushes her hips, each time Ben's tongue flicks against her clit. Leslie's making noises, somewhere between moaning and squealing, as Ben's hand moves from her inner thigh, holding her open, to push a finger inside, then two. She's squirming into his lips and tongue even faster and then there's that point--the one where she can't even move, just has to hold still and let it overtake her, comes all over his face, while Ben licks and holds, sucks and squeezes.
Leslie tugs him up gently, using his soft, flat, and messy hair as a guide. Ben ends up at eye level, but only briefly, only for a quick kiss, before Leslie rolls him on his back.
"What do you want?" She asks, pushing his sweater far enough up to kiss his stomach. While she's down there, she gives the head of his cock a slow, teasing lick, all while looking up at him and meeting his eyes.
"Oh god." His hips push forward. "Well, that's pretty awesome, babe."
"This?" She asks, before taking him in her mouth briefly. When she slides him out, she asks, "Are you sure?"
"Nope."
He leads her back up so that her face is up by his again, rubs his nose briefly against hers as she sinks down onto him. She spends a few minutes riding him, his hands clutching at her hips, when suddenly he shifts, sits up, and takes her with him, so she's straddling his lap. When he kisses her, Leslie can still taste herself on his lips, in his mouth.
"I like this," Leslie whispers, wrapping her arms around him as he takes over and thrusts up into her for a bit.
"Me too," Ben agrees.
Even though they both have their tops still on, Leslie's rubbing against his chest as she moves, and it feels so, so good. It feels like love and protection. Comfort. No matter how sad she is about Ann leaving, this is her anchor--Ben.
"Yeah," she agrees again.
"God, but I want to..."
"What?"
"Turn around. On your hands and knees," Ben whispers, his lips suddenly right near her ear. "I want to kiss your back..."
It's all Leslie can do to respond, "yeah, yeah, yeah," and she unstraddles him and readjust herself on the bed, her face against his pillow, moaning already when Ben quickly slides back into her.
His sweater is rubbing her as he moves, and when he straightens up, he slides his hands up her back, taking the faded Camp of Lovers t-shirt as he goes. A hand reaches around and up to cup a breast through her bra, teasing her nipple with his fingers briefly, then down around her hip and between her spread thighs. But not before he brushes his lips along her upper spine, sending shivers through her whole body.
Between his thrusts and his fingers playing with her, she comes again quickly. Ben stills for a second and then grips her skin, squeezes and holds her hips still while he pounds into her, coming quickly and with a string of moans and sexy nonsense.
They end up turned on and their sides, Ben spooning her from behind. When he finally speaks, his breath warm against her ear. "Why don't you take a break from your crazy, um, I mean creative and well-thought out idea board and--"
"Isn't that what I just did?" Leslie turns her neck to look at Ben, all tousled and adorable.
"Yes. But take a longer break. Let's cuddle on the couch and watch a movie. I already made popcorn."
"What were you going to watch?" She turns on her back now, resting her arms on top of his as he hugs her close.
"Cabin in the Woods." Leslie makes a face. "I think you'd like it," Ben adds.
"Is it gross and scary?"
"A little," Ben tells her. "But also funny. And with strong female characters. I was going to watch it with the commentary track on, but we can just watch the normal version."
She looks at him skeptically. She should narrow her Ann conversation topics down to a reasonable amount for their next phone call, say fifteen to twenty, but Ben is just so warm and tempting. Plus, it has been awhile since they've cuddled on the couch and watched a movie. Maybe they could make out again? It's not like they're going to be wearing pants.
It's like he's reading her mind when Ben says, "Come on. We can continue this pants optional Sunday for a bit longer, get under the afghan, and snuggle. I'll tell you when to shut your eyes. And...let you eat most of the popcorn. We can even put salgur on it."
"Well, okay." Leslie grins at him. "How can I pass that offer up?"
Timeline: Season six, set right after the open in Galentine's Day.
Summary: Leslie/Ben lazy weekend smut.
"Yeah, okay. Let's do this," she tells him, after only a few seconds of consideration.
See? This is the problem. They've only been speaking about Sandra Bullock's skirt length and other possible topics of conversation for about 15 seconds, and she just wants to jump him--relaxed weekend-Ben with his bowl of popcorn, striped sweater, and lazy Sunday afternoon hair. He's probably about to marathon some sci-fi show on the sofa all afternoon, tempting her away from her important project like a nerdy, daytime, sweater-wearing incubus.
God, he's so sexy.
"Yeah, yeah. Yeah," Ben agrees, starting to smile, reaching for her hand.
She thinks he's going to lead her to the couch, but he surprises her by tugging her up the stairs and down the short hallway. They're both laughing by the time they get to the bedroom door.
"So. I'm irresistible, huh?" Ben asks between kisses, pressing her against the wall, as his hands wander down, undo the button on her jeans, then the zipper, all while they're kissing. Little soft kisses, smiley kisses, then deep, sloppy kisses.
Ben-kisses.
"Well, yes," Leslie answers honestly, as he slides her jeans down her hips. Her panties are next--black cotton with little red hearts all over them. And god, he's just so good at this. "You really are...it's very lucky that we're married."
"I'm the lucky one," he tells her, both hands back at the side of her face before he pulls her in. The way he just grabs her face sometimes and moves her into position, right against his mouth, it's so....mmmmm. Especially, god, when her jeans and panties are bunched down around her knees, and she can feel the bedroom wall against her bare ass. Besides her hips, he hasn't even touched her anywhere below the neck yet and she's already so wet just from all of the kissing and the pulling down of clothing, and well, the anticipation of where his hands and fingers will be soon. Or...
"On the bed," she says, against his lips. "I want to be on the bed."
"Yeah?" He stops kissing long enough to grin at her.
"Yeah. When you go down on me," Leslie clarifies, making Ben close his eyes and groan.
She pushes her jeans and underwear the rest of the way off and then it's her turn to grab his hand and lead him to their destination. She sits in the edge, on top of the blue and green quilt she made that first year after Lindsay Carlisle Shay moved to Eagleton, when Leslie was so lonely and just starting to make other connections at work.
She tugs him into position in front of her, using his belt loops to guide Ben to her, and starts working his pants off.
"I thought I was going down on you?"
"You are, but you're wearing way too many clothes."
"Is it pants optional Sunday again already?" Ben asks, trying not to laugh as Leslie starts on his boxers, slipping her hand down the front, holding onto his cock, and maneuvering his underwear down and gently around his erection, making him shudder.
"Yep," she answers, all giggly. "Your face is requested in my lady place. And pants are not required or even remotely encouraged."
When his pants and boxers are actually down and off, Leslie can't help but laugh. "Sorry. Sorry. But you look ridiculously cute just wearing a sweater...with that just..." she gestures towards his dick, which is very interested in the current state of affairs.
"Well, you look completely adorable in just your t-shirt," Ben says, not at all discouraged, as he gets down on his knees in front of her and lifts the hem of Leslie's shirt up.
Ben starts kissing a path along just under her ribs, as she runs his fingers through his thick, soft hair. He sticks his tongue in her belly button and she squeals, hips bucking, wiggling against him.
"No! No...aghhh!" She manages to get out before giggling and trying to squirm back away from him. Ben lets his grasp on her hips go but follows her into the center of the bed.
"I love how ticklish your belly button is. But more importantly, that was because you laughed at my sweater and hard-on combination. But, don't worry, I'm planning on making it up to you. Eventually," Ben promises, pushing his hands against the inside of her thighs and spreading her open while she laughs. He kisses and nuzzles his way down.
And while he does take his sweet, infuriating time, she gets there. It starts with a slow tickle down below, a delicious build each time she pushes her hips, each time Ben's tongue flicks against her clit. Leslie's making noises, somewhere between moaning and squealing, as Ben's hand moves from her inner thigh, holding her open, to push a finger inside, then two. She's squirming into his lips and tongue even faster and then there's that point--the one where she can't even move, just has to hold still and let it overtake her, comes all over his face, while Ben licks and holds, sucks and squeezes.
Leslie tugs him up gently, using his soft, flat, and messy hair as a guide. Ben ends up at eye level, but only briefly, only for a quick kiss, before Leslie rolls him on his back.
"What do you want?" She asks, pushing his sweater far enough up to kiss his stomach. While she's down there, she gives the head of his cock a slow, teasing lick, all while looking up at him and meeting his eyes.
"Oh god." His hips push forward. "Well, that's pretty awesome, babe."
"This?" She asks, before taking him in her mouth briefly. When she slides him out, she asks, "Are you sure?"
"Nope."
He leads her back up so that her face is up by his again, rubs his nose briefly against hers as she sinks down onto him. She spends a few minutes riding him, his hands clutching at her hips, when suddenly he shifts, sits up, and takes her with him, so she's straddling his lap. When he kisses her, Leslie can still taste herself on his lips, in his mouth.
"I like this," Leslie whispers, wrapping her arms around him as he takes over and thrusts up into her for a bit.
"Me too," Ben agrees.
Even though they both have their tops still on, Leslie's rubbing against his chest as she moves, and it feels so, so good. It feels like love and protection. Comfort. No matter how sad she is about Ann leaving, this is her anchor--Ben.
"Yeah," she agrees again.
"God, but I want to..."
"What?"
"Turn around. On your hands and knees," Ben whispers, his lips suddenly right near her ear. "I want to kiss your back..."
It's all Leslie can do to respond, "yeah, yeah, yeah," and she unstraddles him and readjust herself on the bed, her face against his pillow, moaning already when Ben quickly slides back into her.
His sweater is rubbing her as he moves, and when he straightens up, he slides his hands up her back, taking the faded Camp of Lovers t-shirt as he goes. A hand reaches around and up to cup a breast through her bra, teasing her nipple with his fingers briefly, then down around her hip and between her spread thighs. But not before he brushes his lips along her upper spine, sending shivers through her whole body.
Between his thrusts and his fingers playing with her, she comes again quickly. Ben stills for a second and then grips her skin, squeezes and holds her hips still while he pounds into her, coming quickly and with a string of moans and sexy nonsense.
They end up turned on and their sides, Ben spooning her from behind. When he finally speaks, his breath warm against her ear. "Why don't you take a break from your crazy, um, I mean creative and well-thought out idea board and--"
"Isn't that what I just did?" Leslie turns her neck to look at Ben, all tousled and adorable.
"Yes. But take a longer break. Let's cuddle on the couch and watch a movie. I already made popcorn."
"What were you going to watch?" She turns on her back now, resting her arms on top of his as he hugs her close.
"Cabin in the Woods." Leslie makes a face. "I think you'd like it," Ben adds.
"Is it gross and scary?"
"A little," Ben tells her. "But also funny. And with strong female characters. I was going to watch it with the commentary track on, but we can just watch the normal version."
She looks at him skeptically. She should narrow her Ann conversation topics down to a reasonable amount for their next phone call, say fifteen to twenty, but Ben is just so warm and tempting. Plus, it has been awhile since they've cuddled on the couch and watched a movie. Maybe they could make out again? It's not like they're going to be wearing pants.
It's like he's reading her mind when Ben says, "Come on. We can continue this pants optional Sunday for a bit longer, get under the afghan, and snuggle. I'll tell you when to shut your eyes. And...let you eat most of the popcorn. We can even put salgur on it."
"Well, okay." Leslie grins at him. "How can I pass that offer up?"