At Leslie's House:

Leslie opens the door as she hears Ben's car park in front of her house. She received his text earlier and she had been waiting for him. She glances at her watch, it was almost midnight.

"Hey." Ben says giving Leslie a peck in the cheek.

"Hey." Leslie replies. She follows Ben to the couch and watches him slump down. She sits next to him, getting into their favorite comfortable position.

"I'm sorry it's so late. I just got back from dropping off Amy." Ben sees Leslie raise her eyebrow.

"Nothing happened. I opened the door to the car and pushed her out." Ben says sarcastically.

"Well I'm glad she's OK. It means that you don't have to spend all day with her tomorrow. Now, the important question is, do you want some cake?"

"Why do you have cake?"

"Well, I'm glad you asked... We've been dating for a month now and I wanted to celebrate. I call it our first secret monthsary. I even had a surprise for you."

"Aww, that's really sweet, Leslie." He gives her a kiss. "Happy first monthsary." Leslie smiles at hearing Ben use her made-up word.

"Yeah, I hired lightsaber performers," Leslie says trying to make Ben imagine what he missed, "Which I had to cancel. And, I also rented a Princess Leia costume."

"Oh, really?" Ben is disappointed and feels bad that Leslie wasn't able to give her surprise. He is most disappointed that he won't get to see her fulfill one of his sexual fantasies. "Um, do you... Did you return the costume?" He asks, pretending it wasn't a big deal.

"Give me 10 minutes." Leslie says with a laugh. She is ecstatic that she didn't return it yet and they could still celebrate their first month of dating.

Cut to One-on-One Interview with Ben:

"Leslie is awesome." Ben glances at the bedroom, impatient to see her in the costume. "It's every sci-fi fan's dream." He says, biting his lip in anticipation.

15 Minutes Later:

"Close your eyes." Leslie yells from the bedroom. Ben happily obliges. She walks out of the room, wearing the long white Princess Leia dress complete with the hood.

"Alright, you can open them now." She strikes a pose with her hands on her hips. "I'm sorry I didn't get the sexy bikini one." She looks at Ben and tries not to laugh as she sees him staring at her with a dopey surprised look on his face.

"This is the sexy one and it's really turning me on, Leslie." He declares with a heavy breath. He takes a few big steps to close the gap between them.

Leslie is immediately entangled in his arms with Ben pressing himself against her in a tight embrace. He slides his hand behind her head and pulls her face towards him, getting more aroused as his fingers run through Leslie's blonde hair. His lips are on hers with such a powerful kiss that it feels like Ben was kissing the life out of Leslie. She reciprocates with the same hunger, marveling at Ben's soft lips pressed against hers. Also, she is wondering how a long dress like this could turn Ben on. But she quickly dismisses those thoughts as she slides her palms on Ben's ass.

Leslie switches her focus on his lips, flicking her tongue on the bottom one and giving it playful bites. But Ben wasn't in the mood for soft sweet kisses. He takes control again and gives Leslie a deep kiss that sends hot sensations all the way to her toes. Her ears are ringing as Ben attacks her senses with his tongue and his groping hands running all over her body.

They continue this hot make out session until Leslie feels Ben's arousal and it was sending signals to her nether regions. Leslie leads them both into the bedroom, with her foot kicking the door close as they both enter. Ben is still transfixed with kissing her and never stops even as they both stumble on the bed together. Leslie tries to take off her costume and Ben holds her hand to stop her.

"Leave it on," Ben says with a gruff voice and then continues to ravage her mouth, his hands roaming around her body, driving Leslie crazy. She'd never had sex fully clothed before and surprisingly, it's as sexy as being completely naked. Specially when she sees how hot and intense Ben's eyes are as he lives out a long time fantasy of his. There is a sense of urgency in him that she couldn't help feeling proud of getting such a frenzy out of him.

Ben starts fiddling with his belt, unable to contain it any longer. Leslie struggles to lift her skirt all the way to her hips, having a little hard time as there was a lot of fabric on this costume.

Ben unzips his pants and Big Ben springs free. Leslie had given it a nickname the first time that she saw it and Ben highly approved of the moniker.

He aligns himself with Leslie and plunges in, groaning at the sudden pleasure that courses through him. Leslie clenches her fists which were still holding on to the skirt fabric of her costume. Ben looks at her and when he sees her tiny nod to assure him that she was okay, that was all that he needed before he starts thrusting in and out as if his life depended on it. Leslie meets him with every thrust and the intervals speed up as they are both reaching climax. Ben finds her mouth and kisses her as he releases himself inside her. Leslie's toes curl and she arches against him as her whole body uncontrollably shakes from the explosion she had just experienced.

Ben collapses on top of her and rolls to his side. Leslie lays her head on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of Ben's breathing. "Is there any chance that you could keep this dress?" Ben asks and smiles as Leslie laughs out loud.

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