At Leslie's House:

Ben knocks persistently on Leslie's door. "Leslie, I know you're in there." He presses the doorbell a couple of times. "I'll break down this door if I have to." He warns as he continues knocking.

The lump on the sofa, hidden underneath a huge quilt, moved and Leslie's head pops out. She drags herself out of the couch still wrapped in a quilt, the rest of the cloth just dragging behind her, slowly makes her way to the front and opens the door.

"First of all, you can't possibly break my door down even if you wanted to," she tells Ben, blocking him from entering the house. "Ron made it and I'm sure nothing in this world can break it. Second of all, I am not really in the mood to talk. Last but certainly not the least, I'm not really in the mood to talk." Leslie turns her back on him and walks back to the couch. Ben follows behind her and shuts the door.

Leslie crashes into the sofa and wraps herself tightly with her quilt. Ben sits on the corner of the couch and pulls her towards him. He keeps silent, waiting for Leslie to unleash hell on him. A few seconds pass and finally, Leslie slides her legs on Ben's lap and rests her head on his chest, he wraps his arms around her and buries his face in her hair, happy that she wasn't as angry as he imagine she'd be.

They always loved cuddling in this position. Leslie couldn't stay angry at Ben. She spent all evening thinking about all the things she wanted to say but in the end she knew this whole thing wasn't his fault.

"I'm so sorry." Ben says softly, kissing her on top of her head.

"This is a nightmare, Ben. I don't think I can take it if you have another date with Amy."

"I've told Chris to stop setting up any more dates for me. This should be the last one."

"By the way, Ames wants to get back with you. She basically told me today that she wants to rekindle," Leslie lifts one hand to do an air quotation mark gesture, "your romantic relationship."

Ben cringes when Leslie uses Amy's nickname. He must have mentioned it once in front of Leslie and he wishes he could take away her jealousy. "I know. She brought it up during dinner. I made it clear to her that I just wanted to be friends." Ben assures her. "Which she then proceeded to ask if I was in a relationship with you. And I convincingly denied. And then I ate really fast and headed straight here."

"Ugh, we are so screwed and going to get fired if she tells Chris."

"I'd like to think that I lied to her pretty well."

"Don't be so sure, Ben. You are the worst liar I know." Leslie declares. "You stutter and you can't make up the next words to say and you never look straight in the eyes and you change the subject to something so unrelated."

"Yeah... You're right. I think we're fucking screwed then." Ben says making Leslie laugh. "I guess we'll have to make this night memorable, seeing that it could be our last..." Ben gives her a quick kiss.

Mmm... The sound comes out of Leslie after the sweet short kiss. "Do it again."

"Oh, you liked that, huh?" Ben teases as he kisses her again.

"Well, I can't really tell. I think it should last longer than a second."

Ben's hand slides to the back of Leslie's head as he pulls her closer to him for a deeper kiss. Exploring her mouth with his tongue and making Leslie's stomach flutter. After what felt like minutes, Leslie pulls away, her face red from the heat of their kiss.

"Oh yeah. That was way better. I like what you do with your tongue, mister." She laughs and gives him another short kiss.

"I've been practicing." Ben declares proudly, giving her one of his quirky grins.

"Really? With whom?" Leslie teases arching her eyebrow.

"Oh, just some blonde girl I met in a Star Wars convention." Leslie laughs and kisses him again. Their kiss turns from playful into a frenzied one.

"You want to continue this in the bedroom?" Leslie asks with a hoarse voice. She is clearly flustered by their passionate kisses.

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah." Ben slides his arm under Leslie's knees and scoops her up. They start kissing passionately again as he carries her to the bedroom, his lips never leaving hers.

He places her on the bed and takes off his jacket. Leslie is unbuttoning his shirt and pulling on his tie. He gets on top of her and tries to undo his belt. He stops and sighs when he suddenly remembers something.

Ben pulls away for a second and heads to the door. He looks at the camera somewhere outside of the bedroom, gives it a what-the-hell look as if to warn the cameraman not to continue filming and slams the door.

-END SCENE-

DVD BONUS FEATURE:

Dimming the lights in the bedroom, Ben walks back to the bed. Leslie had already taken off most of her clothes, leaving only her Victoria's Secret lacy pair of sexy underwear on. She knows how much it drives Ben crazy so she saves it for him to take off.

"Is this an apology sex?" She asks.

Ben gives her an amused look, "What's an apology sex?"

"Oh, it's just like any kind of sex, except the one apologizing makes sure that the one aggrieved is thoroughly satisfied."

"I see," he replies, getting on the bed and positioning himself on top of her. "And how will I know once you are thoroughly satisfied?" He trails soft kisses on her neck and shoulder, his hand cupping her breast and his fingers tracing her nipple through the lacy bra.

Leslie arches and a little moan escapes her mouth, forgetting momentarily what she was talking about. A few heartbeats later she finds her voice, "I'll give you a rating afterwards. 1-10, 10 being highly satisfactory."

Taking off his clothes and placing himself between her thighs, he continues kissing her neck and shoulders, his hand roaming around her body freely, making her stomach flutter. "I always strive for highly satisfactory," he says against her skin.

He takes great pleasure in sliding the strap of her bra down to her arms and traces his lips on the same path it took. Ending with kisses on top of her breasts. He slides his hand behind her and unclasps the whole thing and uses his mouth to remove it from her body. He flings it on the empty space next to her.

Lifting himself above her, he stares admiringly at her perfectly round breasts, her pink nipples hard for attention.

"Staring at them won't get you additional points." She teases, even though Ben's admiring glances are making her feel high.

He reaches out and kneads one breast with his large hand. Ben watches her close her eyes and squirm from the pleasure that surges through her body.

The feeling intensifies when Ben replaces his hand with his mouth. A surprised gasp escapes from Leslie. Both of her hands grab his head and settle at the back, her fingers burried in his soft, thick, brown hair.

Ben's tongue flicks back and forth on her nipple. Leslie is unaware that she's gripping his hair rather painfully, but Ben doesn't mind. "God, that feels good!" she moans.

He lifts his head, "But is it highly satisfactory?" He laughs and Leslie tries to push his head back towards her breast.

"Talking is minus points." she reprimands him.

"Even if it's words that would guarantee to drive you crazy?" His breath is hot on her nipple and she wishes Ben would return to his task.

"What words could possibly drive me crazy?" She asks, a little curious, his hand had just substituted for his mouth which takes away a little of her urgency to feel his mouth on her again.

Ben slides up the bed, placing himself next to her ear. He nibbles on the lobe and fresh new shivers run down her spine. He also strategically positioned the hard evidence of his arousal right in the junction between her thighs. Their skin separated only by the thin layer of lace.

Whispering in her ear, his tongue darting in and out of the crevices, "Unlimited budget for your next project."

"Oh, fuck." Leslie's legs lock on to his hips, the movement causes her pelvis to thrust against Ben's erection. He inhales sharply, the pressure torments him.

Sliding his hands down, he gets rid of the barrier between them. His hand immediately cups her heat and one of his fingers slide through the folds testing for her readiness.

She is definitely ready. He spreads the wetness and inserts a finger in her.

Leslie raises her hips, giving Ben's finger more access. His thumb circles around the sensitive nub, sending her higher and higher into ecstasy.

Ben covers her mouth with his and captures her moans. His tongue mimics the in and out motion of his finger in her. She writhes against him, silently pleading for more.

The pressure builds inside of her. Her arms circle around his shoulder and she grips his hair from behind, deepening their kiss. Ben feels her urgency and moves his finger faster and places more pressure with his thumb. It takes only a few seconds of this and Leslie is bucking against his hand uncontrollably.

In the midst of her climax, he removes his hand and plunges his hard self in her. Gliding in smoothly. She surrounds him completely and tightly, making him groan with the pleasure it gave him.

He bends his head, his forehead leaning on her shoulder as he plunges in and out of her, slowly at first but with increasing speed as he tries to reach his own satisfaction.

Leslie's nerves are bombarded now. Not even recovering from her previous orgasm, she's about to reach another one. Moaning his name over and over, like a frantic prayer.

"Ben... Please..." she whispers, ragged and pleading.

Hearing the urgency in her voice, Ben tightens his hold on her hips and thrusts in and out of her as hard as he can. She lets out a broken groan as she reaches her second climax, she convulses underneath him.

Ben continues to thrust in her until he reaches his limit and pours himself into her completely, his body tightens everywhere. Grunting at the uncontrollable sporadic ejections.

Collapsing on top of Leslie, spent and drained of energy. His breathing irregular, he waits for her to come down with him. His hand subconsciously roams all over her body, caressing her breast, as he tries to calm himself.

Ben rolls to his side and takes Leslie into his arms, their legs entangled. With one ear on his chest, she can hear his heart pounding.

"Ben, that was a 20," she declares and her eyes grow heavy with sleep.

"That's a pretty high rating," Ben observes.

"Yes," she says groggily. "I was highly satisfied twice." Leslie smiles when Ben laughs hard.

- End Scene -