Five Times Ben and Leslie Had Phone Sex (and One Time They Didn't) 4/6
Title: Five Times Ben and Leslie Had Phone Sex (and One Time They Didn't) 4/6
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating: NC-17
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6
November 2013:
She hears his pants and moans in both ears and she knows he's close. She's close too. She arches her back against the wall, the soft cotton of the surprisingly plush bath towel under her ass on the floor, pretends it's not her fingers, but Ben's sliding through her wet folds.
"God, Leslie, you're so..."
"Are you thinking about my mouth around you? My tongue licking you? I love having you in my mouth, Ben. Making you come that way."
"I love that too but I'm also thinking about how when I first push into you and you're so warm and tight and you start squirming and wiggling, even if I want you to stay still for a few seconds? When I tell you to stay still?"
"I can't help it," she giggles. "I get impatient for you to do things to me."
"I know. I don't really mind. Because when you don't stay still I get to give you a slap on the ass."
"Ilikethat," it comes out in a rush and then she's orgasming against her fingers, waves of pleasure rocking through her body. She closes her mouth tightly to cover her moans and tries to stay quiet, the phone on the floor next to her, small white headphones in her ears. Seconds later Leslie hears him coming more quietly than usual too.
And then, "Shit. Okay, I don't remember where I saw a box of kleenex in my new office earlier. This was...not well-planned on my part."
"In one of the drawers? On top of the desk?" She guesses, pulling her underwear and pants back up, her bra and shirt back down.
"Hey, yeah, there it is. Thanks. Wait, why have you been you whispering. At first I thought it was to be all sexy, but you're still doing it."
"You don't want to know."
"Um, now I really do. Aren't you at home?"
"No."
There's a pause. "Hold on. Are you at Jamm's?"
"Yes, I told you I was going to..."
"I thought you were joking!"
"No. I was serious. I'm getting him to agree to the lock box for Pawnee Commons funding if it kills me. I told you that we were tied on our bills--remember my chart? This one will be mine. So, I'm staying here overnight to get an early start in the morning. Right now I'm in his downstairs guest bathroom." Leslie decides not to mention the whole karaoke part of her plan for tomorrow (or how she borrowed the jackets from that side of their closet).
"You just got me off from Jamm's bathroom? Wait. That means...you just masturbated in Jamm's bathroom?"
"He's a stupid jerk-face and he deserves to have someone masturbate in his stupid Japanese-themed guest bathroom, right on top of his super plush, expensive guest towels. And also, you're at your new job, Ben. That's not much better!"
"I'm in my office with the lights turned off and the door locked. Besides, it's late, almost everyone is gone except for a few of us working on this super tricky accounting puzzle--I'd tell you about it, but my guess is that you don't really want me to do that."
"Nope. Thanks, babe."
"Right. Well, everyone else that is still here is in the conference room on the other side of the building."
"That is actually better than my situation. In addition to Jamm being upstairs, Chris is dressed like a referee and is sleeping out in the living room just a few feet away."
He starts laughing and soon she is too. Leslie stretches back against the wall, looks around the room.
"Hey, there's one of those fancy talking toilets in here with all the buttons and stuff. You think if I push all the buttons at once I can break it?"
Part 5-->
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating: NC-17
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6
November 2013:
She hears his pants and moans in both ears and she knows he's close. She's close too. She arches her back against the wall, the soft cotton of the surprisingly plush bath towel under her ass on the floor, pretends it's not her fingers, but Ben's sliding through her wet folds.
"God, Leslie, you're so..."
"Are you thinking about my mouth around you? My tongue licking you? I love having you in my mouth, Ben. Making you come that way."
"I love that too but I'm also thinking about how when I first push into you and you're so warm and tight and you start squirming and wiggling, even if I want you to stay still for a few seconds? When I tell you to stay still?"
"I can't help it," she giggles. "I get impatient for you to do things to me."
"I know. I don't really mind. Because when you don't stay still I get to give you a slap on the ass."
"Ilikethat," it comes out in a rush and then she's orgasming against her fingers, waves of pleasure rocking through her body. She closes her mouth tightly to cover her moans and tries to stay quiet, the phone on the floor next to her, small white headphones in her ears. Seconds later Leslie hears him coming more quietly than usual too.
And then, "Shit. Okay, I don't remember where I saw a box of kleenex in my new office earlier. This was...not well-planned on my part."
"In one of the drawers? On top of the desk?" She guesses, pulling her underwear and pants back up, her bra and shirt back down.
"Hey, yeah, there it is. Thanks. Wait, why have you been you whispering. At first I thought it was to be all sexy, but you're still doing it."
"You don't want to know."
"Um, now I really do. Aren't you at home?"
"No."
There's a pause. "Hold on. Are you at Jamm's?"
"Yes, I told you I was going to..."
"I thought you were joking!"
"No. I was serious. I'm getting him to agree to the lock box for Pawnee Commons funding if it kills me. I told you that we were tied on our bills--remember my chart? This one will be mine. So, I'm staying here overnight to get an early start in the morning. Right now I'm in his downstairs guest bathroom." Leslie decides not to mention the whole karaoke part of her plan for tomorrow (or how she borrowed the jackets from that side of their closet).
"You just got me off from Jamm's bathroom? Wait. That means...you just masturbated in Jamm's bathroom?"
"He's a stupid jerk-face and he deserves to have someone masturbate in his stupid Japanese-themed guest bathroom, right on top of his super plush, expensive guest towels. And also, you're at your new job, Ben. That's not much better!"
"I'm in my office with the lights turned off and the door locked. Besides, it's late, almost everyone is gone except for a few of us working on this super tricky accounting puzzle--I'd tell you about it, but my guess is that you don't really want me to do that."
"Nope. Thanks, babe."
"Right. Well, everyone else that is still here is in the conference room on the other side of the building."
"That is actually better than my situation. In addition to Jamm being upstairs, Chris is dressed like a referee and is sleeping out in the living room just a few feet away."
He starts laughing and soon she is too. Leslie stretches back against the wall, looks around the room.
"Hey, there's one of those fancy talking toilets in here with all the buttons and stuff. You think if I push all the buttons at once I can break it?"
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