The Feeling is Mutual

Adam and Amy had become close friends. Long working hours, plus hanging out a lot after work made them comfortable with each other. They tried to keep their friendship private, mostly due to the hounding paparazzi that were always wanting to get a picture of the two. They would hide behind black hoodies with their shades on, in the middle of the night so they wouldn't be recognized. Of course, stalker fans were always quick to spot them. It amazed Both Adam and Amy how people were loving their TV chemistry and were always being asked when Ben and Leslie would finally get it on.

Adam couldn't be happier that he was cast in the role of Ben, opposite Amy Poehler whose name was a legend in the comedy circle. He sort of knew that he had a sense of humor that made his buddies laugh, but to make Amy laugh was whole new different level. After their initial meeting, his anxiety went out the window when he realized how easy it was to talk to her.

Amy was relieved that Mike had seen the chemistry between them and had finally settled on building the Ben and Leslie relationship arch for the show. It was definitely a bonus that Adam looked the way he looked and that if Mike was really good to her, she'd be able to share a lot of on screen kisses with her sexy co-star. She really did have a crush on him. He was handsome. He had a great head of hair. He had a good sense of humor. He was always making her laugh. He was smart as hell. He was also a married man, so, the only way Amy could act on her fantasies was to do it as Leslie.

This evening, they had decided to grab something to eat at a nearby diner. They shot Jerry's Painting episode today and Amy could still feel the lingering effect of when she was acting out her flirting scenes with him. Sometimes, she had to remind herself that she was supposed to be only acting. But when the script called for Leslie looking dreamily at Ben, it wasn't a hard ask because Amy would often flirt with Adam outside of the set. She smiled as she remembered something funny Adam had said earlier.

"Dare I ask what has brought on that smile?" Adam asked in his usual deep and deadpan tone. He was sitting across from her and he noticed her far-away look. They had finished eating and were just lazily sitting in their booth.

"Would you really buy Jerry's painting?" He had joked earlier on when Mike revealed the painting of Leslie as Diaphena to the cast, that he'd like to take it home with him after.

"Yeah for sure. I think Aziz looked good in it." He smiled at her, knowing exactly that the painting she was referring to was not the one with Aziz. "It would definitely go well in my living room. Like, right next to the life-size portrait of my dog." Amy laughed, her shoulders shaking which caused her curls to bounce.

"Don't you think the other version looked better?" Amy's eyes twinkled, she was phishing for a complement but she knew he'd never give it. They never were one for a serious conversation. Always trying to outdo each other with punchlines after punchlines.

"I think, it would have looked better if it was drawn the other way around."

"So, you want the head of a horse on my naked bottom half?"

"Hey, every guy fantasizes about making out with a horse while fingering a perfectly warm pussy." This made Amy laugh uncontrollably, sighing a little after her laughter subsided. She slumped down on her seat, stretched her legs and placed them on the chair next to Adam. Long shoots always made her so tired, but she loved doing them. And she was specially loving that she had gotten really close to Adam, he had a humor that matched hers at a certain level. And often times, guys would freak when she delivered her dirty jokes, but Adam was unnerved and would come up with an even dirtier joke.

Adam scooped her legs off the chair and placed them on top of his lap. He started massaging her calves and this brought on a deep groan from Amy. The diner was unoccupied except for the two of them and it never occurred to him if it looked weirdly inappropriate to anyone who saw them. This was basically how close they had grown to each other, they were comfortable with what was happening. They often hung out after work to discuss Ben and Leslie matters.

"God, that feels so good right now." Amy closed her eyes as she savored the feeling of Adam's hands on her bare skin. She thought to herself that it was such a perfect timing that she had changed into shorts after work.

"Leslie should be obsessed with Ben's calves." Adam initiated their usual exchange of what they think Ben and Leslie should be like as a couple.

"But she's not over his sexy butt yet."

"His butt is old news." Adam said in a serious voice. Amy laughed at this and took a mental note to use that line.

"Ben should have a feet fetish." It was Amy's turn to suggest a Ben trait.

"I completely agree. Let's make it where Leslie finds a folder full of pictures of feet on his computer."

"And then she recognizes a picture of her feet in his collection." Adam loved her idea and his deep laughter filled the room.

Amy glanced at her watch, it was almost midnight. But they had a break tomorrow and didn't have any schedule to return to set in the morning. "Shouldn't you be heading home by now? Doesn't Naomi give you a curfew?" She always felt weird bring up his wife in their conversations because she'd never met her yet. At least that was her excuse for feeling weird. She hasn't yet admitted to herself that she felt weird because she was secretly lusting over Adam.

Adam's hands stopped and he looked her straight in the eye, "Naomi took the kids with her to visit her parents. So, no one's home right now."

Amy didn't reply. She wasn't entirely sure if there was anything to read between the lines of what Adam had just said.

"Do you want to sleepover tonight?" There was a pause in Amy's brain, unable to comprehend his question. Times like this, Amy wished Adam didn't have a dry sense humor. This was either one of his jokes or he was seriously inviting her for a night cap. "Come on. I have a killer vinyl collection I'd like to show you."

"Fine. As long as vinyl is not code for sex toys." They grabbed their stuff and left money on the table.

"Why the fuck does one have to take all these flight of steps to get to your fucking front door?" Amy said, out of breath, as they reached the top of the stairs.

"It's to dissuade robbers. Imagine having to carry my TV down these steps then coming back up for the rest of my appliances."

Adam punched in a series of numbers on the pad next to his door and unlocked it. Amy followed behind him and he took her to the living room. It was her first time to visit Adam's house. "Do you want something to drink?" He watched as she takes a look around the room.

"Do you have an oxygen tank? Because I lost a lot of wind back there."

"Good Lord, that was, like, ten steps." Adam shook his head as he walked out of the living room and headed for the kitchen.

"Sure, if by ten you mean a hundred!" Amy yelled after him.

Adam grabbed two beers from his fridge and tossed her one when he came back into the living room. She'd made herself comfortable on his couch, her back leaning on the arm rest, she had kicked off her shoes and both her feet were planted on the couch, with her knees bent. He sat next to her, leaving a few inches of space between them, but her toes were touching his thigh. And she was wiggling them as she sipped her beer. Adam thought it was adorable. She was a small person and her curled up like a ball in the corner of his couch, wiggling her toes, made him want to give her a hug.

"When do you think Ben and Leslie will get together?" Adam asked instead, distracting him from thinking about wrapping Amy in his arms.

"Well, I've seen the notes flying around in the writers' room. And it seems like it'll happen soon."

"Too bad it's a PG show..." Adam hinted before he took a swig of beer.

"Why, what do you have in mind?"

"Well, I think Ben and Leslie should have a sex scene. Think of all the possible jokes that you could get from that."

"Oh yeah, like, is that your light-saber or are you just really happy to see me?" Amy joked.

"First of all, my light-saber will never be taken out of its glass casing. Second of all, that joke is so overused, Poehler."

"Don't be such a joke elitist."

They'd gone quiet again. They never had this kind of dead air between them. Amy was waiting for Adam to make a move. And Adam was waiting for Amy to make a move. And since the silence between them was too much to handle, Adam started groping around the couch looking for the remote control.

"Oh, I think I may have sat on it." Amy said when she realized what he was looking for. Adam slid his hand behind her as the remote usually gets lodge in between the arm rest. He leaned towards her to get a better reach and they both felt very conscious of his arm touching her back. His other hand lightly landed on her knee as he reached further behind her. He finally found it and returned to his original position and turned the TV on. Adam flipped through the channels until he found an old black and white series playing. They watched in silence for a few minutes. Amy unable to shake off the imprinted warmth of Adam's hand on her knees. And Adam unable to concentrate on the show in front of him when all he could think about was the bare legged Amy sitting next to him.

When the end credits started to roll, Adam piped up, "You know, we should totally remake the intro to these TV shows." He looked over to Amy to see if she agreed. His face turned soft when he saw that she had fallen asleep. He takes her legs and places it on top of his lap so she could stretch them. She stirred at his action but fell promptly back to sleep. Adam watched her for a few minutes, mesmerized by the rise and fall of her chest, in time with her steady breathing. He was definitely attracted to her. He was fantasizing about her almost every day that it was starting to scare him a little. And it wasn't really helping him having her legs sprawled on top of his lap. Also, he had just realized he'd been softly caressing her smooth skin. She really did have an amazing set of legs.

He instinctively reached out to tuck a strand of curly blonde hair behind her ear. His finger lingering on her cheek for a few seconds and he stared at her lips for a few more. He wanted to know what it felt like to have Amy fucking Poehler fuck him senseless. He felt shitty thinking about how a married guy like him shouldn't have these kinds of thoughts about a woman who was not his wife. But his mind had already gone there. And he'd already imagined every nook and cranny of her naked body.

The long day started creeping on him and he could feel his eyes half closing. He was soon fast asleep, his mind swimming with thoughts of Amy.

Amy was disoriented, she woke up around dawn and the room was still dark. She could not remember where she was and everything looked unfamiliar. It took her a few minutes to recall that she was in Adam's living room. On his huge couch. She rubbed her eyes to clear her vision. Adam was lying on his side his head on the arm rest opposite hers. Her legs were on top of his and she slowly lifted them off him so he wouldn't wake up. She wondered where the bathroom was as she got up to go a find it. Amy bumped into the coffee table in the process and it made a loud bang. She was startled when Adam suddenly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her on top of him. A small yelp came out of her mouth, jolting him awake. He realized what he'd done and released her.

"Oh, my God. I'm sorry. I thought..." He didn't finish his sentence as he ran his hand through his messy hair. But Amy knew he was going to say 'I thought you were Naomi' and for a split second she felt a little jealous.

Amy cleared her throat, ''Um, where's your bathroom?" Adam pointed her to the right direction and she headed towards it. She somehow made it to the guest bathroom without getting lost. She stared at herself in the mirror, confused at what was the end game of this situation. Amy wondered if they hadn't fallen asleep would something have happened between them?

Adam sat up from the couch, still pissed that he'd accidentally grabbed her like that. He knew he was grabbing Amy, but he really thought he was still dreaming. He shook his head to clear it and got up to make a pot of coffee. He needed to think about what was happening here. What had he really wanted when he invited her over to his house?

He looked up when he heard Amy enter the kitchen. She took a spot on the bar stool and watched him prepare toast. "Chef Scott is in the house. Our special for today is toast with an uneven spread of butter and burnt crust to taste."

Amy smiled, "I'll stick with coffee." She poured herself a cup but accepted the plate of toast anyway.

"Wouldn't it be cool if Ben and Leslie end up getting married and have babies?" Amy asked thoughtfully.

"Yeah, yeah. And I hope they include an episode of the baby making process."

"I think Ben would be so awkward in bed."

"Excuse me, Ben would be a god in bed." Adam said, pretending to look insulted.

"Hmmm... like a 5-second god?"

"Oh, he'll show Leslie what she's been missing out all those years." Adam raised his eyebrow at Amy, "I'm talking hours of foreplay."

"Leslie would be surprised at first, but then she'd get really into it." Amy shrugged her shoulders, "It's too bad Leslie can't sleep with her boss though."

"They could keep it a secret." There was a long pause after Adam said this. The conversation didn't seem to be about Ben and Leslie anymore. And they both knew exactly what they were talking about, but no one dared to say the words out loud.

"Right," Amy took one last sip of her coffee, "Well, it seems that Ben has a lot to think about." Amy got up from her stool, "I need to head back home. Will is dropping the boys back soon." Adam followed her to the entrance.

"Yeah, uh, say hi to the boys for me."

"Will do, thanks for letting me crash here last night and for breakfast." Amy gave him a quick hug and turned to go.

Adam stared at her retreating figure. He really did have a lot questions just screaming at him in his mind, but he had a feeling he already knew all the answers.