Fic: Not That Sneaky: The Sequel

Oct 01, 2013 20:27

Title: Not That Sneaky: The Sequel (1/?)
Pairing: Ben/Leslie
Rating: R
Word Count: About 600 (this part)
Setting: Post-Ben's Parents (this part)
Summary: A sequel to this fic. In other words, five more times Ben and Leslie were caught/interrupted during sex.
A/n: It's been one year, you guys. I posted my first fic on tumblr one year ago today, and then two days later I started to fill this kink meme prompt. So it only seemed appropriate that I post something today. The fact that I decided to do a sequel to this might be pure insanity, though. The plan is to post each part of this as quickly as I posted the original, but we'll see what happens.

Prologue

Leslie's dress is already off by the time she and Ben reach her bedroom, one bra strap loose against her upper arm as he kisses across her shoulder. She feels lightheaded, the stress of the night lost in the same exhilaration she's felt since the moment Ben proposed.

It's a little bit ridiculous-this punch-drunk, head-over-heels love she feels for him; a little bit careless and a little bit reckless, but she's laughing as they fall onto her bed together.

"What?" he asks, lips fluttering down her neck. One hand is on her hip, his thumb stroking a patch of skin that he knows drives her wild.

"You do realize that we got to second base in front of a stranger."

She can feel him smile. "Was someone driving that cab?"

God, he's cute.

"I'm just saying," she says, scratching her nails along the back of his neck, "I think I've pinpointed our problem."

"We have a problem?"

"You know." She reaches down to pinch his butt, smiling when he bucks against her. "Our inability to keep our sex life private."

"Oh." He kisses across the swell of her breast, one hand reaching around to work at the clasp of her bra. "That problem."

"Yes," she gasps.

"Okay. And…?"

"Well clearly the problem isn't that we're not sneaky. The problem is that you're irresistible."

"Irresistible, huh?" The quirk of Ben's eyebrow is somewhere between cocky and amused as he lifts his head from her chest, a look that proves her point as much as it makes her want to tear his pants off. She settles for tracing the outline of his brow, running her finger along his temple and down his cheek. "So the fact that we've been caught in compromising positions several times-"

"Is because you're a sexy, tantalizing gazelle whose sumptuous good looks are impossible to resist."

"Right." He leans in to kiss her neck, zeroing in on a spot that makes her squirm. Her hand wanders down his back and slips beneath the waistband of his pants, and really, why is he still wearing these? "Clearly that's the problem."

She fumbles for the fly of his pants. "At the very least, it's a contributing factor."

"Your impatience is a contributing factor," he contradicts, pinning her hand over her head. Annoyed, she lifts her hips toward his, torn between satisfaction and frustration when he groans. He presses his lips to hers, kissing her hard, and when he pulls back, they're both panting.

"Why are we talking about this?" He begins kissing her neck again, sloppier this time; more distracted. "I mean, really, Les, we're moving in together."

"Yes."

"We're getting married."

Her back arches at the words, almost involuntarily, and she wonders if hearing that will ever stop being a turn-on. "Yes."

"And we don't have to see my parents again until the wedding. So I think that pretty much solves the problem."

"Does it?"

His eyes are dark as he lifts his head to look at her, and this time when her hands start to work on the zipper of his pants, he doesn't resist. "Think about it, Leslie. No more April and Andy in the next room. No reason for anyone to be in our house when we're having sex. No more long distance, so definitely no chance of phone sex being overheard. I think the problem is solved."

She moans when he kisses her again, pushing at his pants, eager to finally be rid of them. She's too distracted now, too desperate for him, and really, he's right.

It's definitely not going to be a problem anymore.

Part One

parks and rec fic

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