Kink Bingo: Pictures
Sep. 27th, 2012 10:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
escapedsnake911by: escapedsnake911
fandoms: Parks and Recreation
kinks: Pictures
title: 30-Day Striptease
pairing: Leslie/Ben
rating: PG-13
summary/preview: Ben's last month in DC does not have to be absolutely horrible, thanks to a gift from Leslie.
content notes: None
It had been a long five months. Very long. Stupidly long. Excruciatingly long. He had missed the beginning of Leslie’s term, only seen her in person twice, and he barely had time to think with the campaign. The last five months had sucked. But they were nothing compared to how much the last one was going to suck.
He flopped into his desk chair in the hotel that had become home. It was nicer than anything in Pawnee, and the hotel was full of brilliant, like-minded people. But the only place he wanted to be was in a crazy, backwater hick town with his crazy girlfriend.
He clicked through his email, a series of updates from the day. He saw an email from Leslie, and decided to save it for last, a treat to himself for getting his work done. They had plans to Skype over the weekend, and that was all that had kept him going.
Finally done, almost two hours later, he clicked on her email, and noticed that it had a photo attachment. The heading proclaimed “LOOK AT THE PIC FIRST PLS!!!!!!” And who was he to argue if she said “pls”?
The image was a photograph of Leslie. He had expected that much. She was standing in her bedroom, wearing a sultry expression. But rather than something to match the look, she had on a winter coat. And boots. And snow pants. And a hat, gloves, three scarves, a shawl, and some sort of muffler.
It was the strangest boner he had ever had.
Seeking some explanation, he opened the email.
“Hey Honey,
So I just got a tripod! And I was thinking that I could send you some normal sexy pictures, but that wouldn’t be as fun. Since you have thirty days left in DC, I decided to make you a super awesome, totally sexy 30-Day Striptease!!!
In this picture, I have thirty items of clothing on. In the next picture I send, I will have twenty-nine. For the next day, twenty-eight. And on and on and on for thirty days. The last picture will be just me. Totally. Naked. And since it will be your last day in DC, you can come right home and do something about it ;) :D :P
I miss you and I love you and this is going to be awesome.
Love,
Leslie”
He went back to the image. Thirty days from now, he would have a picture of Leslie naked. And every night until then, he would have an update to look forward to.
Maybe this month was not going to suck after all.
*
The month did suck, actually. Even with the best of candidates, the last few weeks are a maddening dash. He was mostly on the financial side of the campaign, balancing advertising budgets and tracking donation intakes, so he was not in the thick of it like he was with Leslie. But every day brought new challenges, and every night, after absolutely everything was done, and right before he tried to catch a few hours of sleep, it was a much needed treat to see Leslie’s photo with its updated countdown.
In the first week, she was stripping down outer layers, getting rid of the winter gear. It soon became clear that she had five shirts and six pairs of pants on, but each of them was set aside in turn. Around the second week, she stopped looking like a fabric marshmallow. He waited patiently for something a bit revealing, but when the last blouse was removed, she turned out to have layered several bras. Each of her four socks had its own day, as did the three sets of underwear.
The election was also progressing during this time. Votes were cast and counted, and it was strange how dispassionate this process was compared to the emotional roller coaster of Leslie’s election. Finally, the numbers came in. His candidate lost, but by a slim margin. His time in DC was done, and he could leave the next day. As he said goodbye to his co-workers from the last half year, he could barely concentrate. In twelve hours, he would be on a plane to Indiana. But even before that, he knew he had a special treat waiting for him in his inbox.
Ever since opening the last email and finding Leslie standing in nothing but unicorn panties, he had been longing for this moment. He sat at his desk chair, with bags packed all around him, and checked his email.
There was more than one picture attached. He clicked the first link. There she was in all of her Leslie glory. She was beaming in the dim light of her bedroom, clothes strewn aside all around her. The light shone off of her blonde hair (all of her blonde hair), and it was everything he had hoped it would be.
He clicked the second link.
The photo was captioned “And one to grow on ;)”. Leslie was smiling into the camera and holding up a large, sparkly dildo.
Ben checked. There were six more pictures.
Wow.
Going back tomorrow would be wonderful, but tonight was looking pretty good too.
fandoms: Parks and Recreation
kinks: Pictures
title: 30-Day Striptease
pairing: Leslie/Ben
rating: PG-13
summary/preview: Ben's last month in DC does not have to be absolutely horrible, thanks to a gift from Leslie.
content notes: None
It had been a long five months. Very long. Stupidly long. Excruciatingly long. He had missed the beginning of Leslie’s term, only seen her in person twice, and he barely had time to think with the campaign. The last five months had sucked. But they were nothing compared to how much the last one was going to suck.
He flopped into his desk chair in the hotel that had become home. It was nicer than anything in Pawnee, and the hotel was full of brilliant, like-minded people. But the only place he wanted to be was in a crazy, backwater hick town with his crazy girlfriend.
He clicked through his email, a series of updates from the day. He saw an email from Leslie, and decided to save it for last, a treat to himself for getting his work done. They had plans to Skype over the weekend, and that was all that had kept him going.
Finally done, almost two hours later, he clicked on her email, and noticed that it had a photo attachment. The heading proclaimed “LOOK AT THE PIC FIRST PLS!!!!!!” And who was he to argue if she said “pls”?
The image was a photograph of Leslie. He had expected that much. She was standing in her bedroom, wearing a sultry expression. But rather than something to match the look, she had on a winter coat. And boots. And snow pants. And a hat, gloves, three scarves, a shawl, and some sort of muffler.
It was the strangest boner he had ever had.
Seeking some explanation, he opened the email.
“Hey Honey,
So I just got a tripod! And I was thinking that I could send you some normal sexy pictures, but that wouldn’t be as fun. Since you have thirty days left in DC, I decided to make you a super awesome, totally sexy 30-Day Striptease!!!
In this picture, I have thirty items of clothing on. In the next picture I send, I will have twenty-nine. For the next day, twenty-eight. And on and on and on for thirty days. The last picture will be just me. Totally. Naked. And since it will be your last day in DC, you can come right home and do something about it ;) :D :P
I miss you and I love you and this is going to be awesome.
Love,
Leslie”
He went back to the image. Thirty days from now, he would have a picture of Leslie naked. And every night until then, he would have an update to look forward to.
Maybe this month was not going to suck after all.
*
The month did suck, actually. Even with the best of candidates, the last few weeks are a maddening dash. He was mostly on the financial side of the campaign, balancing advertising budgets and tracking donation intakes, so he was not in the thick of it like he was with Leslie. But every day brought new challenges, and every night, after absolutely everything was done, and right before he tried to catch a few hours of sleep, it was a much needed treat to see Leslie’s photo with its updated countdown.
In the first week, she was stripping down outer layers, getting rid of the winter gear. It soon became clear that she had five shirts and six pairs of pants on, but each of them was set aside in turn. Around the second week, she stopped looking like a fabric marshmallow. He waited patiently for something a bit revealing, but when the last blouse was removed, she turned out to have layered several bras. Each of her four socks had its own day, as did the three sets of underwear.
The election was also progressing during this time. Votes were cast and counted, and it was strange how dispassionate this process was compared to the emotional roller coaster of Leslie’s election. Finally, the numbers came in. His candidate lost, but by a slim margin. His time in DC was done, and he could leave the next day. As he said goodbye to his co-workers from the last half year, he could barely concentrate. In twelve hours, he would be on a plane to Indiana. But even before that, he knew he had a special treat waiting for him in his inbox.
Ever since opening the last email and finding Leslie standing in nothing but unicorn panties, he had been longing for this moment. He sat at his desk chair, with bags packed all around him, and checked his email.
There was more than one picture attached. He clicked the first link. There she was in all of her Leslie glory. She was beaming in the dim light of her bedroom, clothes strewn aside all around her. The light shone off of her blonde hair (all of her blonde hair), and it was everything he had hoped it would be.
He clicked the second link.
The photo was captioned “And one to grow on ;)”. Leslie was smiling into the camera and holding up a large, sparkly dildo.
Ben checked. There were six more pictures.
Wow.
Going back tomorrow would be wonderful, but tonight was looking pretty good too.
