Parks Fic: Hypothesis
Title: Hypothesis
Pairing: Ben/Leslie
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5900
Summary: Kinkmeme prompt: Ben and Leslie play strip poker. Pre-Road Trip.
A/n: This plot bunny wouldn't get out of my head. Yeah. I really just don't know what's wrong with me.
( Read more... )
Pairing: Ben/Leslie
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5900
Summary: Kinkmeme prompt: Ben and Leslie play strip poker. Pre-Road Trip.
A/n: This plot bunny wouldn't get out of my head. Yeah. I really just don't know what's wrong with me.
( Read more... )
If she's expecting him to feel remorse for his sarcasm, she's sadly mistaken. He reaches for the phone and begins to delete the pictures--starting with the especially creepy ones of them sleeping and ending with the one April just took. The one where he looks utterly frustrated and Leslie...
Well, actually, Leslie looks beautiful, her hair all mussed and spilling across his chest and this contented little smile on her face, and dammit--this is what he wanted to wake up to this morning. Not his potentially psychotic roommates.
"What are you guys doing in here, anyway?" asks Leslie. She still doesn't sound nearly upset enough about this. In fact, now that he has April's phone, any panic is gone.
April studies her nails. "I had nightmares."
"So what?" asks Ben. "Are we your parents now?"
"You're old enough to be."
"Not accurate."
"Whatever. It's your fault. I've been scarred for life by your weird, gross sex noises. It's only fair that you be traumatized too."
Ben lies down and rubs his eyes. Maybe if he ignores them, they'll go away. Maybe if he ignores them, he can pretend this was all a bad dream.
Which is, apparently, April's goal.
"Will you guys make us breakfast?"
Good lord. They really have turned into parents overnight.
"Sure," he agrees. "If you leave right now."
They basically break down the door in their eagerness to leave. Immediately, Ben gets up and slams the door behind them, pressing in the flimsy lock even though he knows it won't keep them out for long, and then turns to finally get a good look at Leslie. She's light in the morning--huge smile and tangled curls--and the sight of her in one of his t-shirts is doing things to him, and god, he could really get used to this.
"You're breaking your promise," Leslie scolds as he crawls back into bed. He leans in to kiss her, pressing her back against the sheets and smiling.
"Yeah? Well, I also promised you some things last night. And I am a man of my word."
He is.
Later--much later--he gets around to making breakfast.
Reply
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment