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Title: Our Secret Place
Written for: [ profile] sonni89
Fandom: Parks and Recreation
Pairing: Ben/Leslie
Prompt: "Meet me in our secret Place"
Spoilers: For 4x08 "The Smallest Park"
Summary: Ben and Leslie enjoy each other's company after the events of 4x08, figuring out where they stand and what that means.
Notes: First and foremost, Happy Birthday, Sonni! I hope you enjoy this fic. Second, I originally had a completely different idea for this, but once "The Smallest Park" aired I went a different direction with it. :) Also, I don’t know how accurate some of this will be once tomorrow/tonight’s episode airs, but we’ll give it a shot. I hope I did these two justice... they're so incredibly precious.

“We could just say ‘screw it’ and do this thing for real.”

They started off slow. For the next few nights, Leslie and Ben met at the Smallest Park. For the few hours between sunset and bitter cold, her gloved hands were intertwined with his, her head rested on his shoulder. She smelled like hot chocolate and pomegranate shampoo, a uniquely Leslie mixture of aromas.

On the first night, they talked about their time apart (and Ben’s Batman costume). On the second, they talked about what they would say to Chris (and what political precedent they had to prove their relationship could work). On the third night, they talked about things – the normal Ben and Leslie things that they used to talk about. They debated the legitimacy of internet-based sorting hats, discussed the best waffle toppings, and pondered the true subject of Carly Simon’s ‘You’re So Vain’.

On the fourth night, Ben started to think about the ramifications of their meeting spot. “So do we care if anyone sees us here?”

“Why should we?”

He couldn’t see her face, but Ben knew Leslie was grinning when she answered him. He could hear it in the tone of her voice. It was somewhere between the ‘I have a great idea’ tone and the ‘I just saw a puppy and he rolled over and let be rub his belly’ tone.

“We haven’t told Chris yet.”


“I mean, this could—”

Leslie sat up and turned to face him, edging slightly off the bench to create more room. “It ‘could’ a lot of things, Ben. But for now, it hasn’t. I like our secret place.”

“It’s not really that much of a secret.”

She shrugged. “It feels like it. It doesn’t really make sense, but it kind of feels… secluded. You know?”

He brushed a blonde curl out of her face, fighting with the cold wind. “I know.”
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