Five Times Leslie Wore Roller Skates (5/5)
Title: Five Times Leslie Wore Roller Skates (5/5)
Author:
zarrati
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating this Chapter: PG-13
Summary: Series of non-sequential drabbles featuring Leslie in Roller Skates
Author's Note: Based on the Filibuster blooper "What are you gonna do with those skates?"
Leslie dangled the skates by the laces as Ben looked at them hungrily. She wasn’t sure how she felt about her husband giving her skates “bedroom eyes”, but she figured he was picturing her in them and let it slide.
His hand jerked towards her as if he was about to reach for them before pulling back. “What-what are you gonna do with those skates?”
"What do you mean? I’m gonna wear them and we’re gonna practice."
He huffed and hung his head. “No, I mean what are you gonna do with those skates?” he insisted.
Leslie’s eyes widened in realization. Seriously? He wanted her to talk dirty about skates? In her office? Well, it wasn’t the oddest thing they’ve done…
"Oh, you wanna know what I’m gonna do with these, huh?" she said in her most seductive voice.
He nodded vigorously.
"First, I think I need to take off these uncomfortable shoes and put these bad boys on. Would you like to see me do that?"
A swallow followed by another nod.
"Close the door then."
She rolled her chair out from behind her desk, giving Ben a view of her legs and feet. She leaned forward, slowly slipping off the heels in what she assumed was a sexy way.
After neatly placing her shoes back under the desk, she put the skates onto her lap and slowly started loosening the laces.
"These are a little tight," she said, looking up at him through her lashes. "Just want to…loosen them up a little bit."
She seriously thought that one was a little too much and was surprised to see Ben’s eye’s growing even darker as he watched her fingers pull at the laces of the skate.
She did it to both shoes, slowly slipping her finger beneath each loop and tugging. Every so often she’d sneak a look at her husband, his fists clenching like he was trying to control himself.
After the laces were sufficiently loosened-maybe more than sufficiently, she placed them on the floor, her right foot poised to enter the awaiting skate. As she slowly slid into the shoe, her husband poorly stifled a groan.
Leaning over to give him a perfect view of both the shoe and her cleavage, she took her time tightening the strings. Each quick pull of the laces elicited a shallow gasp of breath from her husband, his fingers gripping the the material of his slacks.
It was an oddly erotic form of foreplay, Leslie realized as she started working on the other skate. She hadn’t touched him, hadn’t revealed any part of herself to him, and yet she could tell he was beyond aroused. His shallow breathing, his darkened eyes, the not so subtle bulge in his pants-all because she was putting on a pair of roller skates.
Honestly, it wasn’t news to her, She had known about his love for women in skates relatively early on in their relationship, but she still found this entire moment fascinating. It was certainly not something she had done with anyone else.
Just as she was finished tightening the boot of her left skate, Ben rushed towards her, kneeling down and stilling her hands.
"Let me tie it." His gravelly voice made her shiver as he brushed her hands aside.
He slipped his fingers beneath the hem of her pant leg, slowly stroking the soft skin above the angle of the boot.
"God, have I told you how much I love you in these," he whispered.
"You might have a time or two, yeah."
"Not enough times."
He took his time tying the skate, readjusting the laces, caressing her calf, making sure the knot was perfectly tight and centered.
"Perfect," he said once he was done. "This is gonna be the greatest birthday ever. Thank you."
"Anything for the greatest husband in the world." She got up and skated towards the door before turning around. "Oh, wait, that was stupid."
"What?"
"I was supposed to change first so we could just practice then go to the party." She smirked and looked at Ben through hooded eyes. "Well, I guess I just have to take these off, change, then put them on again.”
"That’s a shame." No, it really wasn’t.
"How about this, you go to the car and get our change of clothes, and meet me in the abandoned handicapped bathroom on the fourth floor. That way we can just get changed together."
"Uh, yeah, that-that’s good, fine."
She licked her lips. “And maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll show you what I can really do with these skates.”
Happy birthday, Ben. Happy birthday.
Author:
zarrati
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating this Chapter: PG-13
Summary: Series of non-sequential drabbles featuring Leslie in Roller Skates
Author's Note: Based on the Filibuster blooper "What are you gonna do with those skates?"
Leslie dangled the skates by the laces as Ben looked at them hungrily. She wasn’t sure how she felt about her husband giving her skates “bedroom eyes”, but she figured he was picturing her in them and let it slide.
His hand jerked towards her as if he was about to reach for them before pulling back. “What-what are you gonna do with those skates?”
"What do you mean? I’m gonna wear them and we’re gonna practice."
He huffed and hung his head. “No, I mean what are you gonna do with those skates?” he insisted.
Leslie’s eyes widened in realization. Seriously? He wanted her to talk dirty about skates? In her office? Well, it wasn’t the oddest thing they’ve done…
"Oh, you wanna know what I’m gonna do with these, huh?" she said in her most seductive voice.
He nodded vigorously.
"First, I think I need to take off these uncomfortable shoes and put these bad boys on. Would you like to see me do that?"
A swallow followed by another nod.
"Close the door then."
She rolled her chair out from behind her desk, giving Ben a view of her legs and feet. She leaned forward, slowly slipping off the heels in what she assumed was a sexy way.
After neatly placing her shoes back under the desk, she put the skates onto her lap and slowly started loosening the laces.
"These are a little tight," she said, looking up at him through her lashes. "Just want to…loosen them up a little bit."
She seriously thought that one was a little too much and was surprised to see Ben’s eye’s growing even darker as he watched her fingers pull at the laces of the skate.
She did it to both shoes, slowly slipping her finger beneath each loop and tugging. Every so often she’d sneak a look at her husband, his fists clenching like he was trying to control himself.
After the laces were sufficiently loosened-maybe more than sufficiently, she placed them on the floor, her right foot poised to enter the awaiting skate. As she slowly slid into the shoe, her husband poorly stifled a groan.
Leaning over to give him a perfect view of both the shoe and her cleavage, she took her time tightening the strings. Each quick pull of the laces elicited a shallow gasp of breath from her husband, his fingers gripping the the material of his slacks.
It was an oddly erotic form of foreplay, Leslie realized as she started working on the other skate. She hadn’t touched him, hadn’t revealed any part of herself to him, and yet she could tell he was beyond aroused. His shallow breathing, his darkened eyes, the not so subtle bulge in his pants-all because she was putting on a pair of roller skates.
Honestly, it wasn’t news to her, She had known about his love for women in skates relatively early on in their relationship, but she still found this entire moment fascinating. It was certainly not something she had done with anyone else.
Just as she was finished tightening the boot of her left skate, Ben rushed towards her, kneeling down and stilling her hands.
"Let me tie it." His gravelly voice made her shiver as he brushed her hands aside.
He slipped his fingers beneath the hem of her pant leg, slowly stroking the soft skin above the angle of the boot.
"God, have I told you how much I love you in these," he whispered.
"You might have a time or two, yeah."
"Not enough times."
He took his time tying the skate, readjusting the laces, caressing her calf, making sure the knot was perfectly tight and centered.
"Perfect," he said once he was done. "This is gonna be the greatest birthday ever. Thank you."
"Anything for the greatest husband in the world." She got up and skated towards the door before turning around. "Oh, wait, that was stupid."
"What?"
"I was supposed to change first so we could just practice then go to the party." She smirked and looked at Ben through hooded eyes. "Well, I guess I just have to take these off, change, then put them on again.”
"That’s a shame." No, it really wasn’t.
"How about this, you go to the car and get our change of clothes, and meet me in the abandoned handicapped bathroom on the fourth floor. That way we can just get changed together."
"Uh, yeah, that-that’s good, fine."
She licked her lips. “And maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll show you what I can really do with these skates.”
Happy birthday, Ben. Happy birthday.