Fanfic: Distractions
Title: Distractions
Author: rynapyna
Word Count: ~3300
Rating: NC-17 for sexy sex
Timeline: set during "London"
A/N: I wanted some Ben and Leslie in London so I wrote some. Basically, its Leslie being sad about stuff and Ben making her feel better by doin it.
Stupid Jerry. Stupid Facebook. Stupid women who live in towns that love them. Everything is stupid. Everyone is stupid.
Except for Ben.
Sweet, wonderful, loving Ben who kissed her cheek before rubbing her back when she flopped down on the bed in their hotel room and screamed into the pillows. He didn’t ask questions. He let her be upset and tried to make her feel better as best as he could.
“Ben, why does the world hate me?” she whined, her voice muffled by the pillows. He lay down next to her and stroked her hair.
“Honey, the world does not hate you.”
“Yes, Ben. It does. We are on a different continent and Pawnee still finds a way to make me feel awful,” she turns to look at her husband. The tears that threaten to spill over break Ben’s heart. She has been so strong during this whole ordeal. He can tell that she may be reaching her breaking point. He moves his hand to her face and runs his thumb along her cheek.
“I know Leslie. I wish there was something I could do to make this whole mess just go away.” She smiles sadly and nods her head.
“I know you would Ben.” She runs a hand through his hair and places a light kiss on his lips.
“I love you for being there for me and I love our friends for all their support but these past few weeks have made me feel so defeated. I hate it. I’ve never felt like this before. I just want to make Pawnee better and help people and no one can put down their bucket sized French fries long enough to realize that.”
“It sucks. I’m not going to tell you it doesn’t, or that you shouldn’t be upset. This hand you’ve been dealt is really crappy and you have the right to feel however you want to” Ben says. She smiles at him and leans her forehead against his.
“Thank you,” she says. He kisses her forehead and rubs the back of her neck. She arches her back and closes her eyes in response to his touch.
“Hey,” she lets out, a breathy quality inhabiting her voice, “can we just stay in here for a while? I don’t really feel like going anywhere right now.” He looks at her, tilts his head and smiles.
“Sure. I’ll cancel our dinner reservation for tonight.” He rolls off the bed to grab his phone off the dresser.
“You’re the best.”
***
Leslie has turned on the TV and aimlessly flipped through the channels.
“Okay, taken care of,” Ben says and toes off his shoes. He takes his suit jacket and drapes it over the back of a nearby chair. He sits down at the edge of the bed near her feet. Ben takes a moment to run his hand up and down her calf, applying a little pressure with each pass. He lowers his body to the bed, his head even with her stomach and wraps his arm around her midsection.
“What are we watching?” he asks. His head rests slightly on her, feeling her inhale and exhale against him.
“Hm? Oh, I don’t know. I think its some game show where they get asked about the royal family. Very British.’’ Ben lets out a small laugh and tightens his grip on her waist. He reaches up, over his head and blindly gropes for her arm. She giggles when his hand encircles her wrist.
“What?” she laughs.
“My hair. I like when you play with it.” He places her hand on his head and returns his to her belly.
“Oh my pleasure my sexy little porcupine.” They lie together, breathing becoming synchronized and listen to each other’s silence for several minutes. He runs his hands along her stomach and legs and she scratches his head and musses his hair. Her hand becomes still and he turns his head to look up at her, eyes droopy.
“Are you falling asleep on me already?” he asks.
“What? No, just thinking really.” He slides his body up the bed, even with her and kisses her cheek.
“You’re so good to me,” she says.
“I have to keep you coming back somehow don’t I?” He grins and she swats his arm lightly. He nuzzles her hair as he reaches around her back, his fingers searching for the zipper of her dress.
“Honey,” she wriggles her shoulders, “I’m not really in the mood. Not right now.”
“That’s okay, I just thought you’d be more comfortable without this dress on. Is that alright?”
“Yeah,” she replies, “good idea. This dress is a little too tight for hardcore cuddling.” She sits up and turns her back to him.
“Can you get it for me?” Ben sits up behind her and runs his hand softly up her arm before he grasps the zipper and pulls. His lips graze where her neck meets her shoulders causing her to suck in a deep breath and sigh. She stands up and removes the dress the rest of the way and moves to hang it up while Ben rids himself of his pants and unbuttons his shirt.
“Should we order room service?” Leslie asks. She stands by a table, eyeing the hotel’s menu.
“Sure, maybe later.” Ben stares at his wife. She is clad only in her underwear her eyes gazing intently at the paper on the table. She rocks back and forth on her feet and one hand rubs at the back of her neck. Ben loves moments like this; moments where he gets to take her all in. Moments where he can marvel at the entirety of this incredible woman who he somehow got to end up marrying. She is the strongest, most beautiful, passionate and caring person he has ever known and the utter shit that has been thrown her way these past few months frustrates the hell out of him. Leslie deserves parades celebrating her accomplishments. Instead, she gets a float at a parade vindicating all the work she has put her heart and soul into. He wants to defend her name to the ends of the earth and if she actually gets recalled, he might just lose faith in humanity all together.
He catches her eye and opens his right arm to his side, beckoning for her to come lay down. She snuggles into his warmth and he kisses her nose.
“C’mere,” he wraps his arms around her and pulls her on top of him, holding her against him tightly.
“Pawnee doesn’t deserve you. You don’t deserve the way they’ve been treating you. God it makes me so mad.” She looks up at him; her chin rests on his chest.
“You could try punching people for me again. I’m sure Ron and April would be willing to help out.” Ben laughs at her suggestion.
“You’re probably right but I don’t think hand-to-hand combat is going to do the trick this time.” He rakes his fingers through her hair.
“Yeah, you’re right. That would be awesome though,” she moves her head to rest her cheek on his chest, “but really, I’m just glad I have you. I’d be going crazy otherwise right now. That’s the most important thing to me, your love and support.”
“Well that’s something you will always have Leslie.” He kisses her. It’s a kiss full of promise, anguish and love all at once. Her hands grip his hair, then run down to his chest.
“Hey Ben? You know how I said I wasn’t in the mood?” Ben quirks an eyebrow at her and nods.
“I think I changed my mind.”
“Oh thank God,” he groans into her neck before he licks up to her ear and his teeth graze her lobe. She giggles and rolls them until she is beneath him.
“What do you want Leslie?” he asks.
“Take off your shirt and my bra please.” He does just that in mere seconds.
“Okay, now more kisses.” He leans up, stopping to run his tongue between her breasts, up her neck until their lips meet. They kiss for several minutes and Ben’s hand slips down her front to slid into her underwear. He teases her with his fingers, little moans and whimpers escaping her lips.
“Alright, that’s enough of that,” Leslie says before putting both of her hands on the top of his head and pushing him down. He gets the hint.
“You know what I want.”
“Yes ma’am,” Ben says. He removes her underwear and wastes no time, taking his tongue up and down her center immediately. He dives in, gripping her hips with his hands while her’s entangle in his hair, urging him against her. He laps at her with vigor, taking his time, savoring every taste.
“God, Ben,” Leslie moans, “you are so good at this. Give me your fingers now.” He nods and groans against her, vibrations sending through her center, spreading over her whole body. He sucks her clit into his mouth and simultaneously enters her with two fingers, stroking and rubbing at her front wall with gusto.
“Ah, yes. Ben, don’t stop please.” He thrusts harder with his fingers, trying to hit the spots deep inside he knows she loves. He gives her all he can, desperate to give her this; a way to forget about all the crap surrounding her life at the moment, even if it is just temporary.
“Come on Leslie. I need you to cum for me beautiful.” She bites her lip and nods quickly.
“I’m almost there Ben. Faster,” she moans.
“Babe, keep your eyes open, look at me please.” She lifts her head slightly and does as he asks. He loves when she looks at him while he does this for her. It makes the moment all the more intimate between them. She loves to see him, between her legs, face a mess, driving her to the edge. He continues the motions with his fingers, his tongue against her clit. He places his free hand on he pelvis and presses down, adding pressure to her front wall from the other side and she snaps. She throws her head back and moans his name. Her muscles contract beautifully, hands gripping his hair to the point that it stings. Her toes curl against his shoulders and she collapses, arms landing heavily at her sides.
“God, that was a good one,” she says, breathing labored, “thanks honey.” He pulls out of her and kisses her belly once more before crawling up to lay next to her.
“Anytime babe.” Her breathing becomes normal as he wraps one arm around her middle. She leans her head back against him and laces her fingers with his on her stomach. She turns in his arms and locks eyes with him. Her hand brings the fingers that just brought her ecstasy to her mouth where she sucks and licks them.
“Fuck, honey that is so hot.” She releases his now clean fingers and grins.
“I know.” Her hand runs down his chest and stomach until she grasps him through his boxers. He gasps, his face turning into her neck.
“Do you want me to be on top?” He nods his approval immediately.
“Yes, please Leslie.”
“Good. You can rest. You deserve it after that.” He smiles and rolls onto his back, bringing her on top of him. She takes her time, kissing his chest, scratching her nails down his arms until she reaches his boxers. She pulls them over his thighs and he springs free, hard and wanting.
“Ben, do you want my mouth at all?”
“No, that’s okay, you don’t have to. I want to fuck you.” She smiles as she throws his underwear over her shoulder. He gasps when she grabs his length and sinks her mouth all the way down and hums before quickly releasing him.
“Jesus Les. I said you didn’t have to.” She giggles.
“I know, but you should realize by now that I love doing that. Sometimes I just can’t resist.”
“Lucky me.” Her eyes narrow and focus on him.
“Damn right,” she says. Leslie straddles his hips and lets her center graze over him a few times. They groan at the sensation of her wetness bathing him. Ben runs his right hand up and down her thigh while the left squeezes her breast and toys with her nipple. She lets her head roll to her chest while she basks in his touch.
“Ben,” Leslie says and places her hand on top of his on her breast.
“Hmm?”
“Sit up against the headboard so I can get in your lap.” She sits back on her knees while he readjusts. She crawls over to him and wraps her arms around his shoulders. He catches he lips in a deep kiss, his tongue tasting hers. He reaches between them and runs the tip of his dick over her clit, causing Leslie to gasp against his cheek. She takes the initiative and meets his hand with her own, guiding him inside. She sinks down all the way, her ass sitting on his thighs. Their foreheads rest against one another. Leslie grinds her hips and Ben ducks his head to mouth at her breasts. Leslie continues rocking her hips lazily over him when she feels his thumb find her clit. She throws her head back and Ben takes the opportunity to suck on the plane of her neck.
“How does it feel Les?”
“So good Ben. You feel so big right now, more than usual.” His thumb keeps steady where they are joined and his other hand grips her hip, urging her to start to move. She takes the hint and lifts up on her knees before thrusting back down on him hard. The angle hits her deep inside, his dick finding sensitive spots that were unexplored before him.
“God Leslie. You feel amazing.” Leslie just moans and nods her head in reply. Her grip on his shoulders tightens as she moves faster. Their lips meet in short, intense kisses every few moments until she becomes too far gone to continue.
“Are you close?” Ben asks. She chokes out a ‘yes’ and moves a hand to join him on her clit. After a few more strokes and thrusts, she tightens around him, moaning his name as she climaxes. Ben digs his fingers into her hip and closes his eyes to last through her orgasm. Leslie collapses against his thighs and leans back on her hands. Ben leans forward to press kisses over her chest and she runs her fingers through his hair while she catches her breath. She bolts up and off of him, and he whines at the loss of her. He catches her eye and groans. She moves onto her stomach and places a pillow under her pelvis. She giggles when she hears him let out a small ‘yay’ when he drapes his body over hers. He kisses the spot below her ear and whispers, “you’re so amazing Leslie.” She reaches back to reach any part of him she can grab.
“Mm, Ben. Go. Fuck me like you want. Its your turn now babe.” He wastes no time is slipping back into her. He grips her hips and lifts her up on her knees a bit more. Leslie lifts up on her elbows and pushes her ass back against him. He watches himself pull out and disappear back into her, marveling at the sight. He loves seeing himself enveloped by her, loves knowing that he is the only one who gets to be with her like this. Leslie urges herself against him, letting him know he can go faster. She is surprised when she feels a hand slip down her stomach and finds her clit once again.
“Ah, Ben you don’t have to, this is yours.”
“No Leslie. I want you to come with me. When you do, I will.”
“Oh God,” she moans and drops her head. She angles her neck to look underneath them. She can see his thighs aligned with hers, the muscles straining with every push and pull of his hips. In a moment of spontaneity, she reaches between them and grazes his balls on a particularly deep thrust.
“Fuck Leslie,” he groans, “you can’t do that. Its too much.” She laughs but it quickly turns into a moan as he hits a good spot deep inside.
“Leslie, cum for me please. I’m so close.” She moans, egging him on.
“Honey, yes. A little faster please.” He presses down on her clit with more pressure than before and she cums with an intensity greater than previously that night.
“Fuck Ben. Come on.” He buries himself into her as deep as he can and she clenches herself around him tightly causing him to release inside of her. He cums hard, her orgasms having built him up to one that makes his eyes snap shut. The room is full of their pants and respective moans as they come down. Leslie drops flat on her stomach and Ben collapses on top of her, slightly to the side as to not crush her.
“Holy shit Leslie, that was amazing.”
“I know,” she teases. She wriggles beneath him, signaling for him to move off of her. They both whimper at the loss of one another. Ben rolls onto his back and tugs on Leslie’s hand, pulling her to him. She snuggles into his side and rubs her hand over his chest, running through the sparse hairs.
“Honey, that was perfect, three in one night. Thank you.”
“Hey, happy to be of service.”
“I really needed that. I love you Ben.”
“I love you too Leslie. And whenever you want sex, you have my phone number,” he remarks. She laughs into his neck.
“I’ll keep that in mind. I might need a distraction when we get back to Pawnee.” Her words bring him back to the fight that awaits them at home. He’ll try as hard as he damn well can to make sure Leslie Knope is where she needs to be, no mater what the town does to slander her name.
“Hey,” he tilts her chin up until her eyes meet his, “no matter what happens, whatever the outcome, at the end of the day it’s just you and me. That’s the most important thing. Okay?” She smiles, and nods.
“Yeah, you and me. God, you’re the best husband ever.” She leans up to grip his face and kiss him deeply. The kiss breaks and they lay, noses grazing one another.”
“Love you,” Ben says, “and like you,” she replies. The smile he gives her is the one she knows is reserved just for her. She reciprocates the smile knowing that he truly is all she really needs.
“Hey, I don’t know about you but I’m starving. Room service now?” he asks. Her stomach growls with impeccable timing and they both laugh.
“Yes please. I’m going to need at least two waffles to refuel after the way you just sexed me up.” He grabs the menu off the nearby table and dials. He orders while Leslie goes to the bathroom to clean up.
***
They answer the door in robes and giggle as they close it. Leslie grimaces as she takes the first bite. Ben quirks his eyebrow at her, “no good?” he says, diving into another bite of salmon.
“You know, as amazing as this country is, they do not understand the finer points of good breakfast food.” She practically drowns the waffles in whipped cream.
“Well,” she says, “at least I have something to look forward to back home.”
Ben smiles and nods, “see Leslie? Things are looking up already.”
***
Author: rynapyna
Word Count: ~3300
Rating: NC-17 for sexy sex
Timeline: set during "London"
A/N: I wanted some Ben and Leslie in London so I wrote some. Basically, its Leslie being sad about stuff and Ben making her feel better by doin it.
Stupid Jerry. Stupid Facebook. Stupid women who live in towns that love them. Everything is stupid. Everyone is stupid.
Except for Ben.
Sweet, wonderful, loving Ben who kissed her cheek before rubbing her back when she flopped down on the bed in their hotel room and screamed into the pillows. He didn’t ask questions. He let her be upset and tried to make her feel better as best as he could.
“Ben, why does the world hate me?” she whined, her voice muffled by the pillows. He lay down next to her and stroked her hair.
“Honey, the world does not hate you.”
“Yes, Ben. It does. We are on a different continent and Pawnee still finds a way to make me feel awful,” she turns to look at her husband. The tears that threaten to spill over break Ben’s heart. She has been so strong during this whole ordeal. He can tell that she may be reaching her breaking point. He moves his hand to her face and runs his thumb along her cheek.
“I know Leslie. I wish there was something I could do to make this whole mess just go away.” She smiles sadly and nods her head.
“I know you would Ben.” She runs a hand through his hair and places a light kiss on his lips.
“I love you for being there for me and I love our friends for all their support but these past few weeks have made me feel so defeated. I hate it. I’ve never felt like this before. I just want to make Pawnee better and help people and no one can put down their bucket sized French fries long enough to realize that.”
“It sucks. I’m not going to tell you it doesn’t, or that you shouldn’t be upset. This hand you’ve been dealt is really crappy and you have the right to feel however you want to” Ben says. She smiles at him and leans her forehead against his.
“Thank you,” she says. He kisses her forehead and rubs the back of her neck. She arches her back and closes her eyes in response to his touch.
“Hey,” she lets out, a breathy quality inhabiting her voice, “can we just stay in here for a while? I don’t really feel like going anywhere right now.” He looks at her, tilts his head and smiles.
“Sure. I’ll cancel our dinner reservation for tonight.” He rolls off the bed to grab his phone off the dresser.
“You’re the best.”
***
Leslie has turned on the TV and aimlessly flipped through the channels.
“Okay, taken care of,” Ben says and toes off his shoes. He takes his suit jacket and drapes it over the back of a nearby chair. He sits down at the edge of the bed near her feet. Ben takes a moment to run his hand up and down her calf, applying a little pressure with each pass. He lowers his body to the bed, his head even with her stomach and wraps his arm around her midsection.
“What are we watching?” he asks. His head rests slightly on her, feeling her inhale and exhale against him.
“Hm? Oh, I don’t know. I think its some game show where they get asked about the royal family. Very British.’’ Ben lets out a small laugh and tightens his grip on her waist. He reaches up, over his head and blindly gropes for her arm. She giggles when his hand encircles her wrist.
“What?” she laughs.
“My hair. I like when you play with it.” He places her hand on his head and returns his to her belly.
“Oh my pleasure my sexy little porcupine.” They lie together, breathing becoming synchronized and listen to each other’s silence for several minutes. He runs his hands along her stomach and legs and she scratches his head and musses his hair. Her hand becomes still and he turns his head to look up at her, eyes droopy.
“Are you falling asleep on me already?” he asks.
“What? No, just thinking really.” He slides his body up the bed, even with her and kisses her cheek.
“You’re so good to me,” she says.
“I have to keep you coming back somehow don’t I?” He grins and she swats his arm lightly. He nuzzles her hair as he reaches around her back, his fingers searching for the zipper of her dress.
“Honey,” she wriggles her shoulders, “I’m not really in the mood. Not right now.”
“That’s okay, I just thought you’d be more comfortable without this dress on. Is that alright?”
“Yeah,” she replies, “good idea. This dress is a little too tight for hardcore cuddling.” She sits up and turns her back to him.
“Can you get it for me?” Ben sits up behind her and runs his hand softly up her arm before he grasps the zipper and pulls. His lips graze where her neck meets her shoulders causing her to suck in a deep breath and sigh. She stands up and removes the dress the rest of the way and moves to hang it up while Ben rids himself of his pants and unbuttons his shirt.
“Should we order room service?” Leslie asks. She stands by a table, eyeing the hotel’s menu.
“Sure, maybe later.” Ben stares at his wife. She is clad only in her underwear her eyes gazing intently at the paper on the table. She rocks back and forth on her feet and one hand rubs at the back of her neck. Ben loves moments like this; moments where he gets to take her all in. Moments where he can marvel at the entirety of this incredible woman who he somehow got to end up marrying. She is the strongest, most beautiful, passionate and caring person he has ever known and the utter shit that has been thrown her way these past few months frustrates the hell out of him. Leslie deserves parades celebrating her accomplishments. Instead, she gets a float at a parade vindicating all the work she has put her heart and soul into. He wants to defend her name to the ends of the earth and if she actually gets recalled, he might just lose faith in humanity all together.
He catches her eye and opens his right arm to his side, beckoning for her to come lay down. She snuggles into his warmth and he kisses her nose.
“C’mere,” he wraps his arms around her and pulls her on top of him, holding her against him tightly.
“Pawnee doesn’t deserve you. You don’t deserve the way they’ve been treating you. God it makes me so mad.” She looks up at him; her chin rests on his chest.
“You could try punching people for me again. I’m sure Ron and April would be willing to help out.” Ben laughs at her suggestion.
“You’re probably right but I don’t think hand-to-hand combat is going to do the trick this time.” He rakes his fingers through her hair.
“Yeah, you’re right. That would be awesome though,” she moves her head to rest her cheek on his chest, “but really, I’m just glad I have you. I’d be going crazy otherwise right now. That’s the most important thing to me, your love and support.”
“Well that’s something you will always have Leslie.” He kisses her. It’s a kiss full of promise, anguish and love all at once. Her hands grip his hair, then run down to his chest.
“Hey Ben? You know how I said I wasn’t in the mood?” Ben quirks an eyebrow at her and nods.
“I think I changed my mind.”
“Oh thank God,” he groans into her neck before he licks up to her ear and his teeth graze her lobe. She giggles and rolls them until she is beneath him.
“What do you want Leslie?” he asks.
“Take off your shirt and my bra please.” He does just that in mere seconds.
“Okay, now more kisses.” He leans up, stopping to run his tongue between her breasts, up her neck until their lips meet. They kiss for several minutes and Ben’s hand slips down her front to slid into her underwear. He teases her with his fingers, little moans and whimpers escaping her lips.
“Alright, that’s enough of that,” Leslie says before putting both of her hands on the top of his head and pushing him down. He gets the hint.
“You know what I want.”
“Yes ma’am,” Ben says. He removes her underwear and wastes no time, taking his tongue up and down her center immediately. He dives in, gripping her hips with his hands while her’s entangle in his hair, urging him against her. He laps at her with vigor, taking his time, savoring every taste.
“God, Ben,” Leslie moans, “you are so good at this. Give me your fingers now.” He nods and groans against her, vibrations sending through her center, spreading over her whole body. He sucks her clit into his mouth and simultaneously enters her with two fingers, stroking and rubbing at her front wall with gusto.
“Ah, yes. Ben, don’t stop please.” He thrusts harder with his fingers, trying to hit the spots deep inside he knows she loves. He gives her all he can, desperate to give her this; a way to forget about all the crap surrounding her life at the moment, even if it is just temporary.
“Come on Leslie. I need you to cum for me beautiful.” She bites her lip and nods quickly.
“I’m almost there Ben. Faster,” she moans.
“Babe, keep your eyes open, look at me please.” She lifts her head slightly and does as he asks. He loves when she looks at him while he does this for her. It makes the moment all the more intimate between them. She loves to see him, between her legs, face a mess, driving her to the edge. He continues the motions with his fingers, his tongue against her clit. He places his free hand on he pelvis and presses down, adding pressure to her front wall from the other side and she snaps. She throws her head back and moans his name. Her muscles contract beautifully, hands gripping his hair to the point that it stings. Her toes curl against his shoulders and she collapses, arms landing heavily at her sides.
“God, that was a good one,” she says, breathing labored, “thanks honey.” He pulls out of her and kisses her belly once more before crawling up to lay next to her.
“Anytime babe.” Her breathing becomes normal as he wraps one arm around her middle. She leans her head back against him and laces her fingers with his on her stomach. She turns in his arms and locks eyes with him. Her hand brings the fingers that just brought her ecstasy to her mouth where she sucks and licks them.
“Fuck, honey that is so hot.” She releases his now clean fingers and grins.
“I know.” Her hand runs down his chest and stomach until she grasps him through his boxers. He gasps, his face turning into her neck.
“Do you want me to be on top?” He nods his approval immediately.
“Yes, please Leslie.”
“Good. You can rest. You deserve it after that.” He smiles and rolls onto his back, bringing her on top of him. She takes her time, kissing his chest, scratching her nails down his arms until she reaches his boxers. She pulls them over his thighs and he springs free, hard and wanting.
“Ben, do you want my mouth at all?”
“No, that’s okay, you don’t have to. I want to fuck you.” She smiles as she throws his underwear over her shoulder. He gasps when she grabs his length and sinks her mouth all the way down and hums before quickly releasing him.
“Jesus Les. I said you didn’t have to.” She giggles.
“I know, but you should realize by now that I love doing that. Sometimes I just can’t resist.”
“Lucky me.” Her eyes narrow and focus on him.
“Damn right,” she says. Leslie straddles his hips and lets her center graze over him a few times. They groan at the sensation of her wetness bathing him. Ben runs his right hand up and down her thigh while the left squeezes her breast and toys with her nipple. She lets her head roll to her chest while she basks in his touch.
“Ben,” Leslie says and places her hand on top of his on her breast.
“Hmm?”
“Sit up against the headboard so I can get in your lap.” She sits back on her knees while he readjusts. She crawls over to him and wraps her arms around his shoulders. He catches he lips in a deep kiss, his tongue tasting hers. He reaches between them and runs the tip of his dick over her clit, causing Leslie to gasp against his cheek. She takes the initiative and meets his hand with her own, guiding him inside. She sinks down all the way, her ass sitting on his thighs. Their foreheads rest against one another. Leslie grinds her hips and Ben ducks his head to mouth at her breasts. Leslie continues rocking her hips lazily over him when she feels his thumb find her clit. She throws her head back and Ben takes the opportunity to suck on the plane of her neck.
“How does it feel Les?”
“So good Ben. You feel so big right now, more than usual.” His thumb keeps steady where they are joined and his other hand grips her hip, urging her to start to move. She takes the hint and lifts up on her knees before thrusting back down on him hard. The angle hits her deep inside, his dick finding sensitive spots that were unexplored before him.
“God Leslie. You feel amazing.” Leslie just moans and nods her head in reply. Her grip on his shoulders tightens as she moves faster. Their lips meet in short, intense kisses every few moments until she becomes too far gone to continue.
“Are you close?” Ben asks. She chokes out a ‘yes’ and moves a hand to join him on her clit. After a few more strokes and thrusts, she tightens around him, moaning his name as she climaxes. Ben digs his fingers into her hip and closes his eyes to last through her orgasm. Leslie collapses against his thighs and leans back on her hands. Ben leans forward to press kisses over her chest and she runs her fingers through his hair while she catches her breath. She bolts up and off of him, and he whines at the loss of her. He catches her eye and groans. She moves onto her stomach and places a pillow under her pelvis. She giggles when she hears him let out a small ‘yay’ when he drapes his body over hers. He kisses the spot below her ear and whispers, “you’re so amazing Leslie.” She reaches back to reach any part of him she can grab.
“Mm, Ben. Go. Fuck me like you want. Its your turn now babe.” He wastes no time is slipping back into her. He grips her hips and lifts her up on her knees a bit more. Leslie lifts up on her elbows and pushes her ass back against him. He watches himself pull out and disappear back into her, marveling at the sight. He loves seeing himself enveloped by her, loves knowing that he is the only one who gets to be with her like this. Leslie urges herself against him, letting him know he can go faster. She is surprised when she feels a hand slip down her stomach and finds her clit once again.
“Ah, Ben you don’t have to, this is yours.”
“No Leslie. I want you to come with me. When you do, I will.”
“Oh God,” she moans and drops her head. She angles her neck to look underneath them. She can see his thighs aligned with hers, the muscles straining with every push and pull of his hips. In a moment of spontaneity, she reaches between them and grazes his balls on a particularly deep thrust.
“Fuck Leslie,” he groans, “you can’t do that. Its too much.” She laughs but it quickly turns into a moan as he hits a good spot deep inside.
“Leslie, cum for me please. I’m so close.” She moans, egging him on.
“Honey, yes. A little faster please.” He presses down on her clit with more pressure than before and she cums with an intensity greater than previously that night.
“Fuck Ben. Come on.” He buries himself into her as deep as he can and she clenches herself around him tightly causing him to release inside of her. He cums hard, her orgasms having built him up to one that makes his eyes snap shut. The room is full of their pants and respective moans as they come down. Leslie drops flat on her stomach and Ben collapses on top of her, slightly to the side as to not crush her.
“Holy shit Leslie, that was amazing.”
“I know,” she teases. She wriggles beneath him, signaling for him to move off of her. They both whimper at the loss of one another. Ben rolls onto his back and tugs on Leslie’s hand, pulling her to him. She snuggles into his side and rubs her hand over his chest, running through the sparse hairs.
“Honey, that was perfect, three in one night. Thank you.”
“Hey, happy to be of service.”
“I really needed that. I love you Ben.”
“I love you too Leslie. And whenever you want sex, you have my phone number,” he remarks. She laughs into his neck.
“I’ll keep that in mind. I might need a distraction when we get back to Pawnee.” Her words bring him back to the fight that awaits them at home. He’ll try as hard as he damn well can to make sure Leslie Knope is where she needs to be, no mater what the town does to slander her name.
“Hey,” he tilts her chin up until her eyes meet his, “no matter what happens, whatever the outcome, at the end of the day it’s just you and me. That’s the most important thing. Okay?” She smiles, and nods.
“Yeah, you and me. God, you’re the best husband ever.” She leans up to grip his face and kiss him deeply. The kiss breaks and they lay, noses grazing one another.”
“Love you,” Ben says, “and like you,” she replies. The smile he gives her is the one she knows is reserved just for her. She reciprocates the smile knowing that he truly is all she really needs.
“Hey, I don’t know about you but I’m starving. Room service now?” he asks. Her stomach growls with impeccable timing and they both laugh.
“Yes please. I’m going to need at least two waffles to refuel after the way you just sexed me up.” He grabs the menu off the nearby table and dials. He orders while Leslie goes to the bathroom to clean up.
***
They answer the door in robes and giggle as they close it. Leslie grimaces as she takes the first bite. Ben quirks his eyebrow at her, “no good?” he says, diving into another bite of salmon.
“You know, as amazing as this country is, they do not understand the finer points of good breakfast food.” She practically drowns the waffles in whipped cream.
“Well,” she says, “at least I have something to look forward to back home.”
Ben smiles and nods, “see Leslie? Things are looking up already.”
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