[Ficlet] Christmas Scandal
Title: Christmas Scandal
Fandom: Parks and Recreation
Pairings: Ben/Leslie
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ben dresses up as an elf and Leslie is into it. Set winter season 5.
Word Count: >1K
Author's note: At the end, because spoilers. (For this story, not for the show.)
“Give me a little spin,” Leslie commands, and Ben obediently does a few turns, trying not to bump into any of the knick-knacks cluttering her City Council office.
She giggles, takes in his ensemble - the fuzzy green shirt and pants, the felt hat jammed lopsidedly on his head, the striped socks disappearing into his pointy shoes.
“I can’t believe Tom roped you into dressing up to help with Rent-A-Swag. You’re a little tall for an elf, aren’t you?”
“Well, it is free advertising. We pitch in as Santa’s helpers, and Tom can chat up the parents waiting in line for photos with Santa about the business. Anyway, lunch? I’m starving.”
She lets her eyes rake over him. “I dunno, Ben. I think I’m hungry for something else.”
“Really?” Ben looks confused, or maybe just hungry.
And well, they hadn’t had any time to themselves the last two days, what with Ben chipping in with Tom’s big holiday push and her busy dealing with a raccoon flare-up in Ramsett Park. And now Ben was here, in her office, dressed in the most festive outfit she’s ever seen on him, and really, how was she supposed to keep her hands to herself?
She jerks back to the present to find Ben still looking quizzically at her. “Really, Leslie - this works for you?”
“You work for me,” she says, palming a handful of the fuzzy material of his pants, trying to squeeze his flat little butt.
She twines their hands together and tugs him to her, and he tentatively meets her lips once before glancing at her window blinds and office door, both of which are closed. Her fingers trace circles up and down his arms as she waits.
She can see the moment he gives in. His tongue connects with that spot behind her ear and she lolls her head backward, granting him more access. She pulls none too gently at his hair and he backs her into the edge of her desk at that, his ridiculously large hands coming up to circle her waist.
She lifts herself up onto her desk with his help, and then she’s back in action, giving as good as she gets. She knows she gets clumsy sometimes, kisses him with no real direction, all teeth and tongue. But it’s hardly her fault when the jut of his nose is right there, calling out for attention, and the curve of his jaw, the line of his neck.
She nips at his earlobe, sharp and insistent, and he sucks in a breath. She wonders belatedly if it was too much, her frenzied enthusiasm getting the better of her, but then his fingers leave her waist to trail up and down her legs, his breaths shallow pants against her cheek, and she grins against his neck.
He presses tight circles up the inseam of her slacks and she let her thighs fall open in invitation, hooks an ankle around his knee to bring him closer.
There’s a commotion out in the hallway, a cacophony of disembodied voices she tries her hardest to ignore because Ben’s sucking on her neck and she’s fighting with the waistband of his fuzzy pants and nothing else matters besides-
The door bangs open to reveal Andy, Shauna Malwae-Tweep, and a cameraman toting a giant video camera.
“And this is Leslie Knope, current councilwoman and former and current Deputy Director of the Parks and Recreation department of the great city of Pawnee.”
Andy swivels to take in the scene before him; Leslie perched on the edge of her desk, hair wild from Ben’s finger-combing, with her hand down Ben’s fuzzy green pants.
There’s a moment where all is silent save for the hum of the camera as it continues to record. Crap on a spatula, that Pawnee Journal interview was supposed to be after lunch.
Andy recovers first. “Uh, and that is her fiancé, Ben Wyatt. He is unemployed. I think. No wait, I think he works with Tom now. Ben, do you work for Tom now?”
“Ben Wyatt? Disgraced assistant city manager Ben Wyatt?” the cameraman asks, poking his head out from behind the viewfinder of the camera.
Shauna squints at them both and says, “I think so, yeah. He had a torrid affair with his subordinate Ms. Knope here, remember?”
“I’ll show you subordinate,” Leslie growls, and then it’s a whirling mess as she lunges for the camera and Ben lunges for her and Andy runs out into the hallway in search of April.
Author's note: At the end of 2012, I solicited prompts for the holiday season, but didn't get to all of them. For 2013, I sent out holiday cards, and ended up scribbling drabbles in some of them based on the interests of the recipients. This is one of those drabbles that got too long to fit on a card, and it's based on two prompts from 2012, courtknees1's prompt "Ben gets conned into dressing up as an elf to help Santa at a Christmas event. Leslie is into it." and craponaspatula's prompt "Christmas Scandal 2012".
Fandom: Parks and Recreation
Pairings: Ben/Leslie
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ben dresses up as an elf and Leslie is into it. Set winter season 5.
Word Count: >1K
Author's note: At the end, because spoilers. (For this story, not for the show.)
“Give me a little spin,” Leslie commands, and Ben obediently does a few turns, trying not to bump into any of the knick-knacks cluttering her City Council office.
She giggles, takes in his ensemble - the fuzzy green shirt and pants, the felt hat jammed lopsidedly on his head, the striped socks disappearing into his pointy shoes.
“I can’t believe Tom roped you into dressing up to help with Rent-A-Swag. You’re a little tall for an elf, aren’t you?”
“Well, it is free advertising. We pitch in as Santa’s helpers, and Tom can chat up the parents waiting in line for photos with Santa about the business. Anyway, lunch? I’m starving.”
She lets her eyes rake over him. “I dunno, Ben. I think I’m hungry for something else.”
“Really?” Ben looks confused, or maybe just hungry.
And well, they hadn’t had any time to themselves the last two days, what with Ben chipping in with Tom’s big holiday push and her busy dealing with a raccoon flare-up in Ramsett Park. And now Ben was here, in her office, dressed in the most festive outfit she’s ever seen on him, and really, how was she supposed to keep her hands to herself?
She jerks back to the present to find Ben still looking quizzically at her. “Really, Leslie - this works for you?”
“You work for me,” she says, palming a handful of the fuzzy material of his pants, trying to squeeze his flat little butt.
She twines their hands together and tugs him to her, and he tentatively meets her lips once before glancing at her window blinds and office door, both of which are closed. Her fingers trace circles up and down his arms as she waits.
She can see the moment he gives in. His tongue connects with that spot behind her ear and she lolls her head backward, granting him more access. She pulls none too gently at his hair and he backs her into the edge of her desk at that, his ridiculously large hands coming up to circle her waist.
She lifts herself up onto her desk with his help, and then she’s back in action, giving as good as she gets. She knows she gets clumsy sometimes, kisses him with no real direction, all teeth and tongue. But it’s hardly her fault when the jut of his nose is right there, calling out for attention, and the curve of his jaw, the line of his neck.
She nips at his earlobe, sharp and insistent, and he sucks in a breath. She wonders belatedly if it was too much, her frenzied enthusiasm getting the better of her, but then his fingers leave her waist to trail up and down her legs, his breaths shallow pants against her cheek, and she grins against his neck.
He presses tight circles up the inseam of her slacks and she let her thighs fall open in invitation, hooks an ankle around his knee to bring him closer.
There’s a commotion out in the hallway, a cacophony of disembodied voices she tries her hardest to ignore because Ben’s sucking on her neck and she’s fighting with the waistband of his fuzzy pants and nothing else matters besides-
The door bangs open to reveal Andy, Shauna Malwae-Tweep, and a cameraman toting a giant video camera.
“And this is Leslie Knope, current councilwoman and former and current Deputy Director of the Parks and Recreation department of the great city of Pawnee.”
Andy swivels to take in the scene before him; Leslie perched on the edge of her desk, hair wild from Ben’s finger-combing, with her hand down Ben’s fuzzy green pants.
There’s a moment where all is silent save for the hum of the camera as it continues to record. Crap on a spatula, that Pawnee Journal interview was supposed to be after lunch.
Andy recovers first. “Uh, and that is her fiancé, Ben Wyatt. He is unemployed. I think. No wait, I think he works with Tom now. Ben, do you work for Tom now?”
“Ben Wyatt? Disgraced assistant city manager Ben Wyatt?” the cameraman asks, poking his head out from behind the viewfinder of the camera.
Shauna squints at them both and says, “I think so, yeah. He had a torrid affair with his subordinate Ms. Knope here, remember?”
“I’ll show you subordinate,” Leslie growls, and then it’s a whirling mess as she lunges for the camera and Ben lunges for her and Andy runs out into the hallway in search of April.
Author's note: At the end of 2012, I solicited prompts for the holiday season, but didn't get to all of them. For 2013, I sent out holiday cards, and ended up scribbling drabbles in some of them based on the interests of the recipients. This is one of those drabbles that got too long to fit on a card, and it's based on two prompts from 2012, courtknees1's prompt "Ben gets conned into dressing up as an elf to help Santa at a Christmas event. Leslie is into it." and craponaspatula's prompt "Christmas Scandal 2012".