The Night Before The Trial of Leslie Knope
Rating: R
Timeline: Set during The Trial of Leslie Knope (S4)
Summary: For the tumblr prompt: Ben/leslie the night before “the trial of leslie knope” but ignore the fact that she went to city hall at 3am. i guess assume she stayed with ben and they did it. thanks!!
Note: no matter the scenario, I always assume that she stayed with Ben and they did it. And I’m sorry, this didn’t get as smutty as I thought it was going to, I blame Andy.
Leslie manages to get her bra and panties back on while Ben watches, and then halfheartedly puts one arm through the sleeve of her blouse, before she sighs loudly and lies back down on the bed next to him.
“I should go home,” she tells Ben a few minutes later, but really makes no effort to continue getting dressed.
“Why?”
“Well…because we have our ethics trials tomorrow. And we should both try to get some sleep. Plus, I want to get there early and get a feel for the room.”
“We can both get sleep here,” Ben says, reaching out to palm her stomach with his warm, cuddly hand and even though they just had sex less than an hour ago, it still gives her goosebumps.
Just being able to be in the same room with Ben again gives her goosebumps.
“We can’t shack up the night before our disciplinary hearings about having an illicit relationship.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re still technically my boss. It would still be…illicit.”
He snorts in amusement beside her and Leslie continues to make no further move to get dressed.
“Okay. This is why we’re in so much trouble. Because we can’t keep it in our pants,” she continues, as Ben’s hand wanders down her belly and his fingers wiggle just inside the waistband of her bright blue panties.
“No fair. Yours is back in your pants.”
“Benjamin.”
“Leslimin,” he quickly returns and she doesn’t even have to look at Ben to know that he’s smiling. And really, it just feels so good to make Ben smile again instead of frown, turn around and quickly walk away from her before they can pass in the hallway at work. Or angrily vote her out of the model UN.
Of course, she actually doesn’t want to leave at all, being with him and snuggling up against him is really the only thing that’s making Leslie feel even a little calm about tomorrow. They could both lose their jobs. Her City Council campaign could be over. A giant meteor could-
“It’s going to be okay,” he says softly, interrupting her thoughts, all while still stroking his fingertips against the skin just inside her underwear. Seconds later, his fingers are twirling through her curls and she has to stop herself from inching up a bit, so that his fingers plunge even lower, maybe even graze against her still-sensitive clit.
Instead, Leslie moves onto her side to look at him, “Is it?”
Ben turns his head and kisses her in response.
His hand, still inside her panties, slides around her hip and in back to squeeze her ass. He tugs her closer to him and her leg ends up on top of him, resting casually against his bare stomach. Leslie adjusts a bit so she can absentmindedly grind the crotch of her panties against his hip. Whoa. How did that happen?
She’s supposed to be getting dressed and going home.
“Besides, I know you. If you leave, you’ll probably never get to sleep at your place and you’ll be a wreck tomorrow. Stay here tonight and be illicit with me. I’ll wear you out and make you tired.”
“We really need to stop saying the word illicit. It’s kind of turning me on,” she admits, grinning at him.
“Oh yeah? Well in that case, I can think of quite a few illicit things that I want to to do to-”
Ben is interrupted by a sharp pounding on his door.
“Go away please,” he responds in his no-nonsense, irritated voice (the one she’s become very familiar with over the past few months), all while still looking right at her.
“Dude. We ordered pizza,” Andy answers. “If you and Leslie want some, April says you have to stop having sex.”
“No thank you,” Ben answers, making Leslie giggle.
“Okay. But Ben? Could you pay for the pizza? We don’t have any money. Please?”
Leslie laughs even louder as he sighs and slides his hand out of her underwear, but not before giving her butt one final squeeze, his fingers teasing and gripping her practically between her cheeks. She watches as Ben gets up, pulls his boxers back on and then finds his pants.
“I really need to go give them pizza money or I can guarantee you that the delivery guy will be banging on my door next.”
“I think I have some cash in my purse.”
“Nah. It’s okay. I’ve got it,” he says, pulling a couple of twenties out of his wallet and then doing up a few of buttons on a green and blue plaid shirt.
Leslie finally gives up and pulls her arm out of her own sleeve, but tugs the covers up and around herself as he opens up his door and goes out into the living room. She hears April say gross once or twice and then Ben is back in his room, shutting the door and turning the lock again.
She admires the view as his shirt and pants get pulled off once more. When he turns around and reaches for something up high in his closet, she can’t help the little moan that escapes at the sight of his cute butt (even if he does still have his boxers on).
“Is that in reference to my butt, Ms. Knope?”
“You know me so well, Mr. Wyatt.”
When he turns back around, Ben is holding…Li'l Sebastian?
“You got me a present.”
“I did. I had it made at the toy store,” he says, sitting back down next to her and handing her a plush Li'l Sebastian.
“Oh, thank you so much for making my life so wonderful,” Leslie says.
“You’re welcome.”
“I was talking to him,” she tells Ben, still looking at the li'l Li'l Sebastian in her hands.
“Of course.”
She looks back up at Ben. “But also, to you.”
He smiles at her and Leslie puts the stuffed animal on the bed, and takes Ben’s hand instead. “I just wish we could go through our trials together tomorrow.”
“I know,” Ben answers, as they entwine fingers. “Our trials for our illicit affair.”
She responds to his smirk with one of her own. “Because of our forbidden, illicit sex scandal?”
“Yep, that’s the one.” And then Ben’s nodding and smiling again as he pulls her back towards the head of the bed, so that they’re both lying down, their heads on pillows. His hands starting to run over her skin, making her eyes close in pleasure.
It’s becoming fairly obvious to Leslie that she’s really not going anywhere tonight.
She’s going to stay in Ben’s bed and cuddle, probably get dressed just enough to go out to the living room later and get some pizza, make-out again, and then she’ll try to get some sleep, spooning up behind her not-so-secret boyfriend. Her boss. Her co-conspirator in a very sexy and illicit affair.
The man she’s completely and head-over-heels in love with.
Timeline: Set during The Trial of Leslie Knope (S4)
Summary: For the tumblr prompt: Ben/leslie the night before “the trial of leslie knope” but ignore the fact that she went to city hall at 3am. i guess assume she stayed with ben and they did it. thanks!!
Note: no matter the scenario, I always assume that she stayed with Ben and they did it. And I’m sorry, this didn’t get as smutty as I thought it was going to, I blame Andy.
Leslie manages to get her bra and panties back on while Ben watches, and then halfheartedly puts one arm through the sleeve of her blouse, before she sighs loudly and lies back down on the bed next to him.
“I should go home,” she tells Ben a few minutes later, but really makes no effort to continue getting dressed.
“Why?”
“Well…because we have our ethics trials tomorrow. And we should both try to get some sleep. Plus, I want to get there early and get a feel for the room.”
“We can both get sleep here,” Ben says, reaching out to palm her stomach with his warm, cuddly hand and even though they just had sex less than an hour ago, it still gives her goosebumps.
Just being able to be in the same room with Ben again gives her goosebumps.
“We can’t shack up the night before our disciplinary hearings about having an illicit relationship.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re still technically my boss. It would still be…illicit.”
He snorts in amusement beside her and Leslie continues to make no further move to get dressed.
“Okay. This is why we’re in so much trouble. Because we can’t keep it in our pants,” she continues, as Ben’s hand wanders down her belly and his fingers wiggle just inside the waistband of her bright blue panties.
“No fair. Yours is back in your pants.”
“Benjamin.”
“Leslimin,” he quickly returns and she doesn’t even have to look at Ben to know that he’s smiling. And really, it just feels so good to make Ben smile again instead of frown, turn around and quickly walk away from her before they can pass in the hallway at work. Or angrily vote her out of the model UN.
Of course, she actually doesn’t want to leave at all, being with him and snuggling up against him is really the only thing that’s making Leslie feel even a little calm about tomorrow. They could both lose their jobs. Her City Council campaign could be over. A giant meteor could-
“It’s going to be okay,” he says softly, interrupting her thoughts, all while still stroking his fingertips against the skin just inside her underwear. Seconds later, his fingers are twirling through her curls and she has to stop herself from inching up a bit, so that his fingers plunge even lower, maybe even graze against her still-sensitive clit.
Instead, Leslie moves onto her side to look at him, “Is it?”
Ben turns his head and kisses her in response.
His hand, still inside her panties, slides around her hip and in back to squeeze her ass. He tugs her closer to him and her leg ends up on top of him, resting casually against his bare stomach. Leslie adjusts a bit so she can absentmindedly grind the crotch of her panties against his hip. Whoa. How did that happen?
She’s supposed to be getting dressed and going home.
“Besides, I know you. If you leave, you’ll probably never get to sleep at your place and you’ll be a wreck tomorrow. Stay here tonight and be illicit with me. I’ll wear you out and make you tired.”
“We really need to stop saying the word illicit. It’s kind of turning me on,” she admits, grinning at him.
“Oh yeah? Well in that case, I can think of quite a few illicit things that I want to to do to-”
Ben is interrupted by a sharp pounding on his door.
“Go away please,” he responds in his no-nonsense, irritated voice (the one she’s become very familiar with over the past few months), all while still looking right at her.
“Dude. We ordered pizza,” Andy answers. “If you and Leslie want some, April says you have to stop having sex.”
“No thank you,” Ben answers, making Leslie giggle.
“Okay. But Ben? Could you pay for the pizza? We don’t have any money. Please?”
Leslie laughs even louder as he sighs and slides his hand out of her underwear, but not before giving her butt one final squeeze, his fingers teasing and gripping her practically between her cheeks. She watches as Ben gets up, pulls his boxers back on and then finds his pants.
“I really need to go give them pizza money or I can guarantee you that the delivery guy will be banging on my door next.”
“I think I have some cash in my purse.”
“Nah. It’s okay. I’ve got it,” he says, pulling a couple of twenties out of his wallet and then doing up a few of buttons on a green and blue plaid shirt.
Leslie finally gives up and pulls her arm out of her own sleeve, but tugs the covers up and around herself as he opens up his door and goes out into the living room. She hears April say gross once or twice and then Ben is back in his room, shutting the door and turning the lock again.
She admires the view as his shirt and pants get pulled off once more. When he turns around and reaches for something up high in his closet, she can’t help the little moan that escapes at the sight of his cute butt (even if he does still have his boxers on).
“Is that in reference to my butt, Ms. Knope?”
“You know me so well, Mr. Wyatt.”
When he turns back around, Ben is holding…Li'l Sebastian?
“You got me a present.”
“I did. I had it made at the toy store,” he says, sitting back down next to her and handing her a plush Li'l Sebastian.
“Oh, thank you so much for making my life so wonderful,” Leslie says.
“You’re welcome.”
“I was talking to him,” she tells Ben, still looking at the li'l Li'l Sebastian in her hands.
“Of course.”
She looks back up at Ben. “But also, to you.”
He smiles at her and Leslie puts the stuffed animal on the bed, and takes Ben’s hand instead. “I just wish we could go through our trials together tomorrow.”
“I know,” Ben answers, as they entwine fingers. “Our trials for our illicit affair.”
She responds to his smirk with one of her own. “Because of our forbidden, illicit sex scandal?”
“Yep, that’s the one.” And then Ben’s nodding and smiling again as he pulls her back towards the head of the bed, so that they’re both lying down, their heads on pillows. His hands starting to run over her skin, making her eyes close in pleasure.
It’s becoming fairly obvious to Leslie that she’s really not going anywhere tonight.
She’s going to stay in Ben’s bed and cuddle, probably get dressed just enough to go out to the living room later and get some pizza, make-out again, and then she’ll try to get some sleep, spooning up behind her not-so-secret boyfriend. Her boss. Her co-conspirator in a very sexy and illicit affair.
The man she’s completely and head-over-heels in love with.