Disclaimer: This is a story about characters who don't belong to me. Written after Episode 3x11.
"I must say I am disappointed in you, Mrs. Wyatt. I assumed that finally landing yourself a husband would take care of all of these ridiculous opinions you seem to have."
Leslie had been marching purposefully out of the building—she was late for a lunch date with said husband, after all—but the words stopped her in her tracks. She spun to face her criticism head-on, straightening her shoulders in a subconscious attempt to make herself seem taller.
"I'm sorry Marcia, but there are just a few things wrong with your last statement. Well, all of it is wrong, actually, but I'll make a list so you can more easily understand your mistakes."
Marcia opened her mouth to interject, but Leslie plowed on.
"My name is Leslie Knope. While I am married to a man whose last name is Wyatt, I have chosen not to take it. Married women keeping their maiden names, Marcia: it's really not that controversial anymore. There are two categories of people who are permitted to call me Mrs. Wyatt. The first is a short list of people who are easily confused but otherwise kind. It mainly consists of Ben's elderly relatives and Andy Dwyer. The second is my husband, but—" she paused to send her nemesis a smug, satisfied smile, "only on very special occasions."
Marcia sputtered, and Leslie's grin grew.
"Do you understand me, Marcia? I don't know if you're acquainted with the subject at all. I'm talking about sex." Pleased with her parting shot, she turned once more to leave. After a few steps she stopped and turned again as something occurred to her. "Oh, and I didn't land my husband. He landed me."
With a final nod, she headed out the door, fishing in her bag for her cell phone as she walked. She hoped Ben hadn't ordered yet. Suddenly she was in the mood for a nooner.
A/N: This is the first in a series of snippet stories looking at Ben and Leslie's life together. There are no fixed chapter lengths; some will be tiny like this one, others will be longer. I will keep going until I stop, basically. The inspiration behind this one is that I really want Marcia to get her comeuppance.
I am accepting prompts for later chapters-send me a message or leave me a review with an idea and I just might run with it! If I use a suggested idea, I will credit whoever provides it.