ficlet: "psycho", parks and rec
title: Psycho
author: shornt
fandom: Parks and Rec
pairing: Leslie/Ben
rating: PG13
words: 749 (just a ficlet/really long drabble)
disclaimer: If I owned it, it would be on TV every day.
SPOILERS: This is based off a comment of Leslie's in 3.06 Indianapolis
summary: "I just, uh. Don't have the best track record with showers." "Like, in general, or..."
Leslie's mostly really tired in the morning, usually because she's been up all night planning some new project or eating some late night ice cream or on the phone with Ann. She doesn't complain, just fills herself up with coffee (okay, whipped cream) and sets off in search of a blueberry muffin to start her day.
But lately, she's really tired for other reasons, and it's so much more difficult to get out of bed when someone's arm is around you.
"Shove off," she mumbles, when her alarm rings brightly at seven in the morning. He just grunts, burying his face further in the pillow (on the right side of the bed; left was Leslie's good luck side. "It's never the side of your dominant hand, that's just too obvious," she'd told him), so she pushes his arm off her waist and playfully smacks him on the head.
"Ow."
"Stop with the death grip!"
It's only like, their fourth night together, and Leslie is still a little startled when she looks at him sleeping in her bed and really thinks about it. Not startled in a bad way, like she wants to throw him out in just his boxers or anything, but startled in a nice way, like now she has someone to go eat breakfast at JJ's with.
She stumbles out of bed, running a hand through her messy hair. It's a blind walk to the bathroom as she fights through yawning, knocking Ben's wallet off her dresser ("Sorry." "Mmmf shut up.") and forgetting to turn on the light. But a shower can wake her up any day, so when she finally manages to get the damn water running and steps in, she already feels a million times more alert.
She's rinsing the shampoo out of her hair when she hears the bathroom door open, and she doesn't think much of it; Ben's probably just going to brush his teeth or something. But then the curtain is moving and she whirls around like she's about to get killed.
"No!" she yells, and sees scrawny Ben looking puzzled and taken-aback.
"I'm not Norman Bates," he assures her, stepping in cautiously. And it's not he's anything she hasn't seen already, but never in the shower, and it's bringing back weird memories, and it all feels strange. "Is this okay?"
And then she feels bad, because he legitimately looks concerned, and this is still kind of new and they're still figuring things out and she really didn't mean it that way.
"It's not you," she says first, which makes him tilt his head inquisitively. "I just, uh. Don't have the best track record with showers."
"Like, in general, or..."
So now she just feels silly, and she moves over to make room for him under the water, because he's kind of been lingering by the wall like he isn't sure what he's allowed to do. He moves forward, a little, but is still waiting for her to explain. Damn.
"No, just. A guy broke up with me once." Ben raises one eyebrow. "In the shower." And up goes the other eyebrow.
"Oh," he says, processing. "Oh. Leslie!" And then he's kind of chuckling, and pulls her toward him, and maybe it isn't so weird but kind of nice because at least it's really warm and he isn't angry with her, and it definitely feels better than the last time she shared her shower.
"It's silly," she says quickly, not looking at him. But he catches her chin, tilting her face toward him, and kisses her softly on the forehead.
"I'm not going to break up with you in the shower. Or at all, actually, as far as I can tell."
And she doesn't really know what to say, so she just kisses him, her hands playing with his hair a little. And when they break apart, his hair is doing crazy things, just sticking in every direction because now it's wet and really, that hair has a mind of its own.
"You look like a psycho," she giggles, pushing it into a faux-hawk. "You didn't bring a knife in here with you?" Ben looks down and all around the shower, and motions to himself.
"Where would I be hiding it, exactly?"
"Alright, then you can stay."
And then his hands start moving over her skin, and he's kissing her again, and crap, this is just a nice shower, okay? She doesn't have to explain why she's late for work to you.
author: shornt
fandom: Parks and Rec
pairing: Leslie/Ben
rating: PG13
words: 749 (just a ficlet/really long drabble)
disclaimer: If I owned it, it would be on TV every day.
SPOILERS: This is based off a comment of Leslie's in 3.06 Indianapolis
summary: "I just, uh. Don't have the best track record with showers." "Like, in general, or..."
Leslie's mostly really tired in the morning, usually because she's been up all night planning some new project or eating some late night ice cream or on the phone with Ann. She doesn't complain, just fills herself up with coffee (okay, whipped cream) and sets off in search of a blueberry muffin to start her day.
But lately, she's really tired for other reasons, and it's so much more difficult to get out of bed when someone's arm is around you.
"Shove off," she mumbles, when her alarm rings brightly at seven in the morning. He just grunts, burying his face further in the pillow (on the right side of the bed; left was Leslie's good luck side. "It's never the side of your dominant hand, that's just too obvious," she'd told him), so she pushes his arm off her waist and playfully smacks him on the head.
"Ow."
"Stop with the death grip!"
It's only like, their fourth night together, and Leslie is still a little startled when she looks at him sleeping in her bed and really thinks about it. Not startled in a bad way, like she wants to throw him out in just his boxers or anything, but startled in a nice way, like now she has someone to go eat breakfast at JJ's with.
She stumbles out of bed, running a hand through her messy hair. It's a blind walk to the bathroom as she fights through yawning, knocking Ben's wallet off her dresser ("Sorry." "Mmmf shut up.") and forgetting to turn on the light. But a shower can wake her up any day, so when she finally manages to get the damn water running and steps in, she already feels a million times more alert.
She's rinsing the shampoo out of her hair when she hears the bathroom door open, and she doesn't think much of it; Ben's probably just going to brush his teeth or something. But then the curtain is moving and she whirls around like she's about to get killed.
"No!" she yells, and sees scrawny Ben looking puzzled and taken-aback.
"I'm not Norman Bates," he assures her, stepping in cautiously. And it's not he's anything she hasn't seen already, but never in the shower, and it's bringing back weird memories, and it all feels strange. "Is this okay?"
And then she feels bad, because he legitimately looks concerned, and this is still kind of new and they're still figuring things out and she really didn't mean it that way.
"It's not you," she says first, which makes him tilt his head inquisitively. "I just, uh. Don't have the best track record with showers."
"Like, in general, or..."
So now she just feels silly, and she moves over to make room for him under the water, because he's kind of been lingering by the wall like he isn't sure what he's allowed to do. He moves forward, a little, but is still waiting for her to explain. Damn.
"No, just. A guy broke up with me once." Ben raises one eyebrow. "In the shower." And up goes the other eyebrow.
"Oh," he says, processing. "Oh. Leslie!" And then he's kind of chuckling, and pulls her toward him, and maybe it isn't so weird but kind of nice because at least it's really warm and he isn't angry with her, and it definitely feels better than the last time she shared her shower.
"It's silly," she says quickly, not looking at him. But he catches her chin, tilting her face toward him, and kisses her softly on the forehead.
"I'm not going to break up with you in the shower. Or at all, actually, as far as I can tell."
And she doesn't really know what to say, so she just kisses him, her hands playing with his hair a little. And when they break apart, his hair is doing crazy things, just sticking in every direction because now it's wet and really, that hair has a mind of its own.
"You look like a psycho," she giggles, pushing it into a faux-hawk. "You didn't bring a knife in here with you?" Ben looks down and all around the shower, and motions to himself.
"Where would I be hiding it, exactly?"
"Alright, then you can stay."
And then his hands start moving over her skin, and he's kissing her again, and crap, this is just a nice shower, okay? She doesn't have to explain why she's late for work to you.