34.5 times 2 (1/2)
Title: 34.5 times 2 (1/2)
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Season three - post Road Trip, pre The Bubble.
Summary: Written for the Parks and Rec kinkmeme prompt: "Ben and Leslie try 69 for the first time but Leslie can't concentrate because Ben is too good."
Notes: Pure PWP. Also, fixed some typos that I noticed right after I posted the original version at the kinkmeme. Because, of course.
Leslie's got her hand around Ben, gripping down by the base of his cock and she's licking the tip, swirling her tongue around the way that drives him crazy and....she can't help moaning. Like seriously, seriously moaning. Because holy hell, her legs are open, her knees planted on the bed up by his ears and Ben is using his fingers to spread her open. Doing that thing with his tongue on her clit that's practically making her hips dance at each flick. And she can't believe how hot and dirty it feels, to be so exposed to him--her secret boyfriend who's also technically her boss, who she sees at work everyday. Who's currently got his face buried between her thighs. Who she's going to have to sit in a meeting with first thing tomorrow morning about the trail maintenance budget, while trying not to blush and remember how good his tongue felt working against her wet, swollen folds.
Her mouth is around him and now he's fingering her while he continues to sweep that wonderful tongue of his around her clit and, well, she kind of forgets to move her mouth at all. Forgets everything but how he's making her feel.
It's not like she doesn't know what she's doing--she knows her way around a penis, thank you very much, and she's even tried this position once before with a college boyfriend, but she wasn't really relaxed enough to enjoy it or worked up enough to loose her concentration on the task at hand.
But this...this is utterly ridiculous, she thinks with an especially hard, involuntary shudder. She pulls her mouth off of him, but continues to grasp his hardness in her hand.
"Ughhhhh, Ben, god, I'm so sorry, but I can't do this when you're doing that."
He stops, pushes her hips up a bit so he can talk.
"What?"
"You're too good at that. I can't concentrate."
"Um...I'm sorry?" He jokes and she's very glad he sounds amused and then she can't help giggling a little at this silly situation.
"No. No. No apology required for being so good at that, trust me. I'm just not sure this is going to work. God, I'm sorry. I can't believe--"
"Hey, it's okay. I was having a bit of trouble trying to stay focused too." He runs his palm slowly along the inside of her thigh and offers, "What if we take turns?"
"You mean...?" She starts to lift up but he holds her hips in place.
"No, I mean, stay like this, we just take turns with the parts that...require concentration. Instead of 69--let's say it's 34.5 times 2."
"Really, Ben? Math now?"
His laugh is warm and genuine. "Well, that's half of 69 and we're going to split up the...Okay, never mind. How about you go first."
She moves to take him in her mouth again but he stops her, but not before gasping.
"Wait, wait, no--I mean I make you come first. So, uh, just relax and enjoy this, Leslie Knope from the Parks Department. Because I'm certainly going to."
Three weeks since he first kissed her after their trip to Indianapolis, and she's already discovered all kinds of things about Ben Wyatt--as well as herself. Like, he's super considerate in bed. And that he's good--amazingly good--at fucking her with his tongue. Or that doggy style is not at all strange and uncomfortable like she thought it would be, but really, really sexy.
That she prefers spending a lazy Sunday evening laying in bed with Ben and watching a History Channel documentary on the Civil War, cuddling, and then attempting 69, rather than reading and responding to the weekend's backlog of the Parks & Rec department's contact us emails, like she would normally do on a Sunday night.
And Leslie has also discovered that Ben's penis is awesome. She gives the tip of it a little kiss in appreciation and smiles when she hears him moan into her wetness. She really just likes Ben: sleeping with him, having a sneaky dinner in the neighboring town with him, discussing politics with him, holding hands with him in Ann's office.
She really, really likes-likes him.
Uh-oh.
--> Part 2
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Season three - post Road Trip, pre The Bubble.
Summary: Written for the Parks and Rec kinkmeme prompt: "Ben and Leslie try 69 for the first time but Leslie can't concentrate because Ben is too good."
Notes: Pure PWP. Also, fixed some typos that I noticed right after I posted the original version at the kinkmeme. Because, of course.
Leslie's got her hand around Ben, gripping down by the base of his cock and she's licking the tip, swirling her tongue around the way that drives him crazy and....she can't help moaning. Like seriously, seriously moaning. Because holy hell, her legs are open, her knees planted on the bed up by his ears and Ben is using his fingers to spread her open. Doing that thing with his tongue on her clit that's practically making her hips dance at each flick. And she can't believe how hot and dirty it feels, to be so exposed to him--her secret boyfriend who's also technically her boss, who she sees at work everyday. Who's currently got his face buried between her thighs. Who she's going to have to sit in a meeting with first thing tomorrow morning about the trail maintenance budget, while trying not to blush and remember how good his tongue felt working against her wet, swollen folds.
Her mouth is around him and now he's fingering her while he continues to sweep that wonderful tongue of his around her clit and, well, she kind of forgets to move her mouth at all. Forgets everything but how he's making her feel.
It's not like she doesn't know what she's doing--she knows her way around a penis, thank you very much, and she's even tried this position once before with a college boyfriend, but she wasn't really relaxed enough to enjoy it or worked up enough to loose her concentration on the task at hand.
But this...this is utterly ridiculous, she thinks with an especially hard, involuntary shudder. She pulls her mouth off of him, but continues to grasp his hardness in her hand.
"Ughhhhh, Ben, god, I'm so sorry, but I can't do this when you're doing that."
He stops, pushes her hips up a bit so he can talk.
"What?"
"You're too good at that. I can't concentrate."
"Um...I'm sorry?" He jokes and she's very glad he sounds amused and then she can't help giggling a little at this silly situation.
"No. No. No apology required for being so good at that, trust me. I'm just not sure this is going to work. God, I'm sorry. I can't believe--"
"Hey, it's okay. I was having a bit of trouble trying to stay focused too." He runs his palm slowly along the inside of her thigh and offers, "What if we take turns?"
"You mean...?" She starts to lift up but he holds her hips in place.
"No, I mean, stay like this, we just take turns with the parts that...require concentration. Instead of 69--let's say it's 34.5 times 2."
"Really, Ben? Math now?"
His laugh is warm and genuine. "Well, that's half of 69 and we're going to split up the...Okay, never mind. How about you go first."
She moves to take him in her mouth again but he stops her, but not before gasping.
"Wait, wait, no--I mean I make you come first. So, uh, just relax and enjoy this, Leslie Knope from the Parks Department. Because I'm certainly going to."
Three weeks since he first kissed her after their trip to Indianapolis, and she's already discovered all kinds of things about Ben Wyatt--as well as herself. Like, he's super considerate in bed. And that he's good--amazingly good--at fucking her with his tongue. Or that doggy style is not at all strange and uncomfortable like she thought it would be, but really, really sexy.
That she prefers spending a lazy Sunday evening laying in bed with Ben and watching a History Channel documentary on the Civil War, cuddling, and then attempting 69, rather than reading and responding to the weekend's backlog of the Parks & Rec department's contact us emails, like she would normally do on a Sunday night.
And Leslie has also discovered that Ben's penis is awesome. She gives the tip of it a little kiss in appreciation and smiles when she hears him moan into her wetness. She really just likes Ben: sleeping with him, having a sneaky dinner in the neighboring town with him, discussing politics with him, holding hands with him in Ann's office.
She really, really likes-likes him.
Uh-oh.
--> Part 2