Five Times Leslie Wore Roller Skates (2/5)
Title: Five Times Leslie Wore Roller Skates (2/5)
Author:
zarrati
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating this Chapter: Pg-13
Summary: Series of non-sequential drabbles featuring Leslie in Roller Skates
Author's Note: Triplet fic set five years in the future
“Daddy are you almost done?”
Ben couldn’t help but chuckle. She was as impatient as her mother. “I will be if you stop kicking your foot around.”
“Sorry, but I’m just so excited!”
“I know you are, sweetheart. I’m just making sure the laces are nice and tight.”
He finished tying the skates with a flourish and tickled his daughter’s belly.
“All done! Ready to go join your brothers?”
“Yay!” the little girl cried and leapt up from her seat. Unaccustomed to her new footwear, she lost her balance and almost hit the floor before her father’s strong arms held her upright.
“Whoa there, speed demon. I know you’re excited, but you’re gonna have to learn to skate first before you pull those kinds of tricks.” He held her hand firmly as he skated over to join his wife and sons.
Leslie and April had just finished tying the two boys’ skates. Like their sister, the boys were eager to get started.
It was moments like these that Ben lived for. Yes, he and his wife had wonderful and fulfilling careers, but these times with his family meant the world to him.
He looked down at his three amazing children and wondered where the time had gone. It seemed like only yesterday he was changing dirty diapers and chasing a naked toddler across the house because he refused to take a bath.
Now, he was teaching them how to skate. The triplets had turned five a few months prior, and both he and Leslie felt that now would be the perfect time to share one of their favorite hobbies with their children.
“You guys ready?” Ben asked as he moved to stand next to his wife.
“Yeah, we’re just waiting for Andy to come back from the bathroom,” April answered.
No sooner were the words out of her mouth when Andy came skating towards them.
“Babe! The snack bar is selling Slim Jims for 25 cents, so can I borrow 5 bucks?”
“Later, Andy. We’re gonna skate first, ok?”
“Oh, ok,” he pouted, but his spirits lifted quickly when he saw the three eager children waiting to skate.
“Alright little dudes and dudette! We ready to skate?!”
“Yeah!” the three voices replied to their Uncle Andy.
“Ok guys, now one of us is going to be standing on either side of you holding your hands,” Leslie said. “If we’re going to fast, or you’re afraid you’re going to fall, let us know. And NO making fun of anyone for asking to slow down. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“Alright, let’s get started!”
Ben was sure they made quite a sight: the seven of them lined up across the rink slowly moving forward as they gave tips on how to keep their balance. There were a few falls, several near misses, and more than once their son’s glasses almost got run over. But just as he and Leslie suspected, their kids were naturals.
After about a half hour, they made their way off of the rink.
“Who wants slushies?” Andy asked, and three sets of little eyes grew in excitement.
“I do!”
“Me, too.”
“Do they have cherry?”
“You bet they do, munchkin. If you ask nicely, they’ll even mix all the flavors together for you.”
The group started to move towards the snack bar, but April turned to Ben and Leslie.
“We can take them over. You two can go back to skating or whatever weird things you like to do here. But I will warn you, I’m adding vodka to my slushie, and I will not be held responsible if one of the kids takes a sip.”
She turned around and skated away before they had the chance to thank her.
Leslie laced her fingers with Ben’s and leaned her head slightly against his shoulder as they watched their kids slowly make their way towards the snack bar with Andy and April.
“They’re getting so big, aren’t they?”
“I know, I was just thinking that.”
“Well, we have a little while before we have to deal with three 5-year olds hyped up on sugar, so did you want to skate a few laps?”
Ben looked over at his wife, and for the first time that afternoon, really took in the full sight of her. She was as gorgeous as ever, her weekend attire a sharp contrast to her weekday business suits. Her jeans were snug in all of the right places, the hems tucked into her skates.
God, those skates.
His expression grew dark and his pupils dilated as he drank her in.
"Actually, I want to grab something from the locker really quick. Come with me?”
“Okay.”
They skated passed their rental, but Ben paid it no mind.
“Ben, our locker is on the other side.”
He flashed her a quick smile and waggled his eyebrows. “I know.”
He led them into an alcove in the back of the rink before crushing his lips to Leslie’s.
“Have I told you today how incredibly sexy you look in those skates,” he said, his lips grazing hers as he spoke.
“Not in so many words, no. But you didn’t have to. Your eyes give you away every time.”
Ben gave her another feral look before reclaiming her lips in another deep kiss. He moved his arms around her waist and stuck his hands in the back pockets of her jeans, firmly cupping her ass.
She linked her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair, tousling it even more, nipping at his bottom lip before sucking the top one into her mouth.
Ben groaned into the kiss and couldn’t stop himself from grinding his hips into hers, showing her more proof of just how much she affected him.
Leslie gasped and her hips began to reciprocate until she went stiff in his arms.
“Ben, honey, we have to stop.”
“Why?” he asked, refusing to let her fully break the kiss.
“Why?! Because we’re in the back of a Roller Rink. This is a public place. We can’t...you know, here.”
He thrust out his bottom lip in a pout and inwardly grinned as he saw her eyes stare lustfully at it.
“So? That’s never stopped you before,” he teased and almost burst into laughter as he saw her face go red.
"That was-that was different, ok? Regardless, the kids are here somewhere, and God forbid they find us.”
“I know, I know. You’re right. But you know those skates drive me out of my mind.”
“Believe me, I am well aware of that and have some wonderful memories to prove it. As a compromise, I propose that we make out for another minute and then do a couple of laps around the rink.”
Ben pretended to ponder the idea before acquiescing. “I find those terms agreeable.”
They were about 45 seconds into their “session” when Ben heard the sound of familiar voices getting closer.
“I’m sure they’re around here somewhere,” Andy said.
“Ew, they are probably hiding somewhere having sex or something.” Typical April.
“Haha, gross, babe!”
Then he heard one of his son’s voices. “Mommy, Daddy! Where are you? We want to go back out and skate.”
“Our work is never done,” Leslie sighed before placing another brief kiss on his lips. “We’re coming, guys.”
“I think we missed our free skate opportunity,” Ben mused.
“I think so, too. At this rate, I’ll get rusty. I think I might need some private lessons once we get home. Do you happen to know of an instructor willing to make house calls?” She looked up at him through her lashes, a seductive smile on her lips.
“I think I might know of someone. But I have to warn you, he’s tough.”
“That’s ok. I like it rough. it's not a good lesson if your legs aren't sore afterwards.”
With that she turned around and skated back towards the rink, tossing a wink over her shoulder. Ben swore she was wiggling her ass more than normal just to tease him.
He quickly composed himself before skating over to the triplets, their lips stained the color of their slushies.
"Ready for some more lessons?"
"Yeah!" three voices cried in unison.
"Alright you sugar monsters, let's burn off some of that energy," he said, leading the group back onto the rink.
As much as he was enjoying himself, Ben hoped their sugar crash would come sooner rather than later, and they could call it a day.
After all, he still had one more private lesson to give.
Part 3
Author:
zarrati
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating this Chapter: Pg-13
Summary: Series of non-sequential drabbles featuring Leslie in Roller Skates
Author's Note: Triplet fic set five years in the future
“Daddy are you almost done?”
Ben couldn’t help but chuckle. She was as impatient as her mother. “I will be if you stop kicking your foot around.”
“Sorry, but I’m just so excited!”
“I know you are, sweetheart. I’m just making sure the laces are nice and tight.”
He finished tying the skates with a flourish and tickled his daughter’s belly.
“All done! Ready to go join your brothers?”
“Yay!” the little girl cried and leapt up from her seat. Unaccustomed to her new footwear, she lost her balance and almost hit the floor before her father’s strong arms held her upright.
“Whoa there, speed demon. I know you’re excited, but you’re gonna have to learn to skate first before you pull those kinds of tricks.” He held her hand firmly as he skated over to join his wife and sons.
Leslie and April had just finished tying the two boys’ skates. Like their sister, the boys were eager to get started.
It was moments like these that Ben lived for. Yes, he and his wife had wonderful and fulfilling careers, but these times with his family meant the world to him.
He looked down at his three amazing children and wondered where the time had gone. It seemed like only yesterday he was changing dirty diapers and chasing a naked toddler across the house because he refused to take a bath.
Now, he was teaching them how to skate. The triplets had turned five a few months prior, and both he and Leslie felt that now would be the perfect time to share one of their favorite hobbies with their children.
“You guys ready?” Ben asked as he moved to stand next to his wife.
“Yeah, we’re just waiting for Andy to come back from the bathroom,” April answered.
No sooner were the words out of her mouth when Andy came skating towards them.
“Babe! The snack bar is selling Slim Jims for 25 cents, so can I borrow 5 bucks?”
“Later, Andy. We’re gonna skate first, ok?”
“Oh, ok,” he pouted, but his spirits lifted quickly when he saw the three eager children waiting to skate.
“Alright little dudes and dudette! We ready to skate?!”
“Yeah!” the three voices replied to their Uncle Andy.
“Ok guys, now one of us is going to be standing on either side of you holding your hands,” Leslie said. “If we’re going to fast, or you’re afraid you’re going to fall, let us know. And NO making fun of anyone for asking to slow down. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“Alright, let’s get started!”
Ben was sure they made quite a sight: the seven of them lined up across the rink slowly moving forward as they gave tips on how to keep their balance. There were a few falls, several near misses, and more than once their son’s glasses almost got run over. But just as he and Leslie suspected, their kids were naturals.
After about a half hour, they made their way off of the rink.
“Who wants slushies?” Andy asked, and three sets of little eyes grew in excitement.
“I do!”
“Me, too.”
“Do they have cherry?”
“You bet they do, munchkin. If you ask nicely, they’ll even mix all the flavors together for you.”
The group started to move towards the snack bar, but April turned to Ben and Leslie.
“We can take them over. You two can go back to skating or whatever weird things you like to do here. But I will warn you, I’m adding vodka to my slushie, and I will not be held responsible if one of the kids takes a sip.”
She turned around and skated away before they had the chance to thank her.
Leslie laced her fingers with Ben’s and leaned her head slightly against his shoulder as they watched their kids slowly make their way towards the snack bar with Andy and April.
“They’re getting so big, aren’t they?”
“I know, I was just thinking that.”
“Well, we have a little while before we have to deal with three 5-year olds hyped up on sugar, so did you want to skate a few laps?”
Ben looked over at his wife, and for the first time that afternoon, really took in the full sight of her. She was as gorgeous as ever, her weekend attire a sharp contrast to her weekday business suits. Her jeans were snug in all of the right places, the hems tucked into her skates.
God, those skates.
His expression grew dark and his pupils dilated as he drank her in.
"Actually, I want to grab something from the locker really quick. Come with me?”
“Okay.”
They skated passed their rental, but Ben paid it no mind.
“Ben, our locker is on the other side.”
He flashed her a quick smile and waggled his eyebrows. “I know.”
He led them into an alcove in the back of the rink before crushing his lips to Leslie’s.
“Have I told you today how incredibly sexy you look in those skates,” he said, his lips grazing hers as he spoke.
“Not in so many words, no. But you didn’t have to. Your eyes give you away every time.”
Ben gave her another feral look before reclaiming her lips in another deep kiss. He moved his arms around her waist and stuck his hands in the back pockets of her jeans, firmly cupping her ass.
She linked her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair, tousling it even more, nipping at his bottom lip before sucking the top one into her mouth.
Ben groaned into the kiss and couldn’t stop himself from grinding his hips into hers, showing her more proof of just how much she affected him.
Leslie gasped and her hips began to reciprocate until she went stiff in his arms.
“Ben, honey, we have to stop.”
“Why?” he asked, refusing to let her fully break the kiss.
“Why?! Because we’re in the back of a Roller Rink. This is a public place. We can’t...you know, here.”
He thrust out his bottom lip in a pout and inwardly grinned as he saw her eyes stare lustfully at it.
“So? That’s never stopped you before,” he teased and almost burst into laughter as he saw her face go red.
"That was-that was different, ok? Regardless, the kids are here somewhere, and God forbid they find us.”
“I know, I know. You’re right. But you know those skates drive me out of my mind.”
“Believe me, I am well aware of that and have some wonderful memories to prove it. As a compromise, I propose that we make out for another minute and then do a couple of laps around the rink.”
Ben pretended to ponder the idea before acquiescing. “I find those terms agreeable.”
They were about 45 seconds into their “session” when Ben heard the sound of familiar voices getting closer.
“I’m sure they’re around here somewhere,” Andy said.
“Ew, they are probably hiding somewhere having sex or something.” Typical April.
“Haha, gross, babe!”
Then he heard one of his son’s voices. “Mommy, Daddy! Where are you? We want to go back out and skate.”
“Our work is never done,” Leslie sighed before placing another brief kiss on his lips. “We’re coming, guys.”
“I think we missed our free skate opportunity,” Ben mused.
“I think so, too. At this rate, I’ll get rusty. I think I might need some private lessons once we get home. Do you happen to know of an instructor willing to make house calls?” She looked up at him through her lashes, a seductive smile on her lips.
“I think I might know of someone. But I have to warn you, he’s tough.”
“That’s ok. I like it rough. it's not a good lesson if your legs aren't sore afterwards.”
With that she turned around and skated back towards the rink, tossing a wink over her shoulder. Ben swore she was wiggling her ass more than normal just to tease him.
He quickly composed himself before skating over to the triplets, their lips stained the color of their slushies.
"Ready for some more lessons?"
"Yeah!" three voices cried in unison.
"Alright you sugar monsters, let's burn off some of that energy," he said, leading the group back onto the rink.
As much as he was enjoying himself, Ben hoped their sugar crash would come sooner rather than later, and they could call it a day.
After all, he still had one more private lesson to give.
Part 3