Parks Fic: Not That Sneaky (7/7)
Title: Not That Sneaky
Pairing: Ben/Leslie, ensemble
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Originally posted on the kinkmeme: 5 times Ben and Leslie get caught/interrupted during sex.
Epilogue
"I still can't believe you're actually here."
Ben turns to press a kiss to Leslie's forehead and she smiles. "Me either," she agrees. Her fingers move lazily up and down, tracing patterns against his chest, and Ben's arm tightens around her back. It's late, closer to morning now, but their friends' impromptu turn at playing cupid was thorough, and thanks to April, Ben is finally taking a day off as well. Even Leslie has to admit that basically being kidnapped from her own meeting to take a red eye to D.C. was exactly what she needed.
And it feels nice, being this still. It's unusual for them, particularly lately when every occasion they're together is made frenzied by weeks apart and the knowledge that their time is fleeting. Leslie hates it, this ephemeral quality to their relationship, but until tonight, she hadn't realized how much she's missed this feeling of being unhurried, methodical and languid.
That forever feeling, she thinks of it privately. The one born the night they reunited in the smallest park, when she knew in every kiss and touch that for the whole rest of her life, she'd never want anyone but Ben. And it's not that she doubts that feeling in their more hurried encounters; it's just harder now. Harder with hundreds of miles between them. Harder when she's in his bed for one or two nights and then gone for three weeks. Harder because the phone and computer are not Ben's arms, his kiss, his touch.
But she definitely feels that tonight, lying in Ben's arms, sated and sleepy and so very much in love.
"So I guess that phone call wasn't that bad after all, was it?" she says, lifting her head to look Ben in the eyes. A bit of incredulous disbelief lingers in his gaze, but mostly he's looking at her like he wants to hold her forever, and that...that is enough to steal her breath away.
"Not all bad," he agrees reluctantly. "But Les, I still don't understand why you didn't just tell me you were still at work."
Leslie bites her lip. "We had a date. I didn't want to break it. We'd barely talked this week and I knew you had that party and I thought the next few nights would be more of the same..." She trails off, feeling a bit like she's making excuses when really it all boils down to... "I just missed you."
"Yeah." Ben sighs the word. "I get it."
"Did you..." Leslie hesitates, suddenly self-conscious despite the fact that the worst was over hours ago. "...you know...Finish?"
"Uh, no. There's something about Ron's voice that's surprisingly a mood killer."
"Sorry. I guess maybe there's a chance I didn't think that through."
"Yeah, well..." Ben smiles, hand trailing down to her hip and brushing a sensitive patch of skin. She squirms against him and hides her head in his neck, grinning broadly. "Who would have guessed. After all, you're so great at being sneaky."
"I am great at being sneaky," she says as Ben rolls her onto her back, settling his weight on top of her and kissing her soundly. She sighs contentedly and wraps her arms around his neck, letting him press his lips over her cheeks, up her temple, across her forehead, until he finally pulls back and smiles down at her. Gently, he threads his fingers through her hair and nods.
"Yeah," he says softly.
God, she loves him so much.
"Yeah," she says, running her thumb over his lips and smiling as he kisses it. "It's about time you admitted it, Benjamin."