You Make Me Lose Control
Title: You Make Me Lose Control
Author: sashanaa
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1000~
Timeline: Through 'Live Ammo'
Author's Note: This is my first Ben/Leslie fic and I'm terrified. It's pure fluff and a little pointless, but I just wanted get a small start writing fics again. It's been years, guys. Years. I really hope you like it. Comments are welcome! And I don't own any of these characters.
It's Sunday morning, Leslie Knope's laziest day of the week. After a long week of door-to-doors, relinquishing that crazy rumor about raccoons disguised as dogs given away as pets, and a few last minute touch-ups before the big debate, she kind of wanted to stay in bed.
She knew she shouldn't though.
Even if Sunday is considered her laziest day, it most certainly wasn't any other person's lazy day. She had so much work to do. There was Parks business, as always. And there was polishing up for what was sure to be an incredibly important debate. Today, like any other day, required lots of work, making calls, and so on. She loved working, of course. She always had the motivation to work and interact with people, but she really liked having some time off. Her time off was basically the few moments she has after she woke up.
As she opened her eyes, she turned slightly and settled on Ben, who was laying on his stomach. She smiled at the feeling of his arm slung loosely over her side. Okay, she really wanted to stay in bed.
Her eyes scanned over his hair all mussed, his mouth slightly open against the pillow. They continued downward on his bare back and settled on the outline of his butt underneath the sheets. She just smirked. It's just so nice, so she couldn't help herself.
She gave it a smack.
His eyes shot open as he woke with a start.
"Hi there," She whispered mischievously as she snuggled closer to him.
He blinked a couple of times before rubbing his eyes and yawning audibly, "Uh, hey."
"Sorry about that. It was just there," She said, amused.
He chuckled, "Yeah, okay." He dipped his head to kiss her shoulder. "You really like doing that, don't you?"
"Can you blame me?" She grinned.
He gave her a weird look, "I ...I don't know?"
She rolled her eyes and smiled as he turned over on his back, putting his hands under his head.
"Waffles?"
She pondered for a second, "Can we just lie here for a bit?"
"Really? You're passing up waffles?" He feigned shock.
"Of course not!" She snuggled into the crook of his neck. "I just like this, right now."
He immediately threw his arm around her, kissing her forehead, "Sure."
They settled into silence for a minute and listened as the rest of the world woke up around them. Birds were singing outside, and the sun was shining through Leslie's curtains, and through the stacks of dusty books lined by the window. It was oddly peaceful.
"You do really like doing that, though," Ben broke the silence suddenly.
Leslie's mind was adrift for a second, almost forgetting what he meant.
She smirked, "Well yeah, I don't know! You have a nice posterior, my dear. I'd like to let you know whenever I can."
He laughed, "Okay, thanks? But do you have to 'let me know' in a room full of people?"
She sat up slightly and gave him a weird look, "So what? It's not like they even noticed."
He looked at her smirking slightly and waited for her to continue.
She sat up even more so she could face him better, "I don't know Ben, you just make me crazy and I show it in weird ways, sometimes. Like I said, you can't blame me! I've told you plenty of times how cute your butt is."
He smiled affectionately and pulled her down to his chest, remembering one time as a chant of 'cube butt!' briefly rang in his head.
"Yeah, I know. I understand, I know I can get carried away, especially when we're alone," He ended the sentence in a suggestive whisper, letting his fingers skim her hip. "By the way, last night was great, but your impression of Obama needs some work."
She scowled playfully, "Come on, Michelle. It wasn't that bad."
He shook his head at her earnest attempt at Obama's voice. "I still don't understand why I'm Michelle, though."
"And as the future president of the United States, I don't feel the need to explain it to you again."
She said it with confidence, and it made his heart warm. He brought his hand to a cheek for a soft caress and she immediately leaned into it closing her eyes.
As she lay back on his chest, she let her mind wander for a second before speaking up again, "You get carried away, that's for sure."
He knew what she meant. Their first kiss just outside of his office, him cleaning her face during lunch, and him having to stop himself from another kiss because it was 'a force of habit.' Each of those times was before it was okay to behave like a real couple; and they were all in public. He knew he'd gotten carried away before. He just had a different way of showing it.
Now, it was okay to lose themselves in those subtle moments. He could kiss her in public, she could pinch his butt, and they could hold each other without so much as a second thought. It was normal now. And just being reminded of that was fantastic.
"You definitely got carried away when you gave up your job for me," She said suddenly as her eyes bore into his chest.
He gently stroked her hair to assure her, "I did it for us, Leslie. I wouldn't say I got carried away, I just did what I thought I had to do." He hooked his finger under her chin bringing her face up slightly to give her chaste kiss on her lips.
Her lips lingered against his for a beat before she nodded in agreement. "Okay, yes. Still though, those hands, your face, and your elflike build really get me going."
Ben raised an eyebrow, bemused at the last of that statement, but nevertheless, he liked that the tone of her voice. He unmistakably knew where this was headed.
He really got her going.
Author: sashanaa
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1000~
Timeline: Through 'Live Ammo'
Author's Note: This is my first Ben/Leslie fic and I'm terrified. It's pure fluff and a little pointless, but I just wanted get a small start writing fics again. It's been years, guys. Years. I really hope you like it. Comments are welcome! And I don't own any of these characters.
It's Sunday morning, Leslie Knope's laziest day of the week. After a long week of door-to-doors, relinquishing that crazy rumor about raccoons disguised as dogs given away as pets, and a few last minute touch-ups before the big debate, she kind of wanted to stay in bed.
She knew she shouldn't though.
Even if Sunday is considered her laziest day, it most certainly wasn't any other person's lazy day. She had so much work to do. There was Parks business, as always. And there was polishing up for what was sure to be an incredibly important debate. Today, like any other day, required lots of work, making calls, and so on. She loved working, of course. She always had the motivation to work and interact with people, but she really liked having some time off. Her time off was basically the few moments she has after she woke up.
As she opened her eyes, she turned slightly and settled on Ben, who was laying on his stomach. She smiled at the feeling of his arm slung loosely over her side. Okay, she really wanted to stay in bed.
Her eyes scanned over his hair all mussed, his mouth slightly open against the pillow. They continued downward on his bare back and settled on the outline of his butt underneath the sheets. She just smirked. It's just so nice, so she couldn't help herself.
She gave it a smack.
His eyes shot open as he woke with a start.
"Hi there," She whispered mischievously as she snuggled closer to him.
He blinked a couple of times before rubbing his eyes and yawning audibly, "Uh, hey."
"Sorry about that. It was just there," She said, amused.
He chuckled, "Yeah, okay." He dipped his head to kiss her shoulder. "You really like doing that, don't you?"
"Can you blame me?" She grinned.
He gave her a weird look, "I ...I don't know?"
She rolled her eyes and smiled as he turned over on his back, putting his hands under his head.
"Waffles?"
She pondered for a second, "Can we just lie here for a bit?"
"Really? You're passing up waffles?" He feigned shock.
"Of course not!" She snuggled into the crook of his neck. "I just like this, right now."
He immediately threw his arm around her, kissing her forehead, "Sure."
They settled into silence for a minute and listened as the rest of the world woke up around them. Birds were singing outside, and the sun was shining through Leslie's curtains, and through the stacks of dusty books lined by the window. It was oddly peaceful.
"You do really like doing that, though," Ben broke the silence suddenly.
Leslie's mind was adrift for a second, almost forgetting what he meant.
She smirked, "Well yeah, I don't know! You have a nice posterior, my dear. I'd like to let you know whenever I can."
He laughed, "Okay, thanks? But do you have to 'let me know' in a room full of people?"
She sat up slightly and gave him a weird look, "So what? It's not like they even noticed."
He looked at her smirking slightly and waited for her to continue.
She sat up even more so she could face him better, "I don't know Ben, you just make me crazy and I show it in weird ways, sometimes. Like I said, you can't blame me! I've told you plenty of times how cute your butt is."
He smiled affectionately and pulled her down to his chest, remembering one time as a chant of 'cube butt!' briefly rang in his head.
"Yeah, I know. I understand, I know I can get carried away, especially when we're alone," He ended the sentence in a suggestive whisper, letting his fingers skim her hip. "By the way, last night was great, but your impression of Obama needs some work."
She scowled playfully, "Come on, Michelle. It wasn't that bad."
He shook his head at her earnest attempt at Obama's voice. "I still don't understand why I'm Michelle, though."
"And as the future president of the United States, I don't feel the need to explain it to you again."
She said it with confidence, and it made his heart warm. He brought his hand to a cheek for a soft caress and she immediately leaned into it closing her eyes.
As she lay back on his chest, she let her mind wander for a second before speaking up again, "You get carried away, that's for sure."
He knew what she meant. Their first kiss just outside of his office, him cleaning her face during lunch, and him having to stop himself from another kiss because it was 'a force of habit.' Each of those times was before it was okay to behave like a real couple; and they were all in public. He knew he'd gotten carried away before. He just had a different way of showing it.
Now, it was okay to lose themselves in those subtle moments. He could kiss her in public, she could pinch his butt, and they could hold each other without so much as a second thought. It was normal now. And just being reminded of that was fantastic.
"You definitely got carried away when you gave up your job for me," She said suddenly as her eyes bore into his chest.
He gently stroked her hair to assure her, "I did it for us, Leslie. I wouldn't say I got carried away, I just did what I thought I had to do." He hooked his finger under her chin bringing her face up slightly to give her chaste kiss on her lips.
Her lips lingered against his for a beat before she nodded in agreement. "Okay, yes. Still though, those hands, your face, and your elflike build really get me going."
Ben raised an eyebrow, bemused at the last of that statement, but nevertheless, he liked that the tone of her voice. He unmistakably knew where this was headed.
He really got her going.