The day began and Ben was finding it slightly easier to lie to Leslie.

He'd already managed to tell Leslie that the gash on his lip was self-inflicted in his sleep. He didn't break a sweat and she bought it.

And later on in the day he found it even easier to lie about his plans with April for that afternoon. He had no idea where April was taking him, so as far as he knew maybe it was just lunch. Doubtful, but Leslie and Chris didn't have to know that.

He only stuttered once. A new record for him.

"Hey Leslie." Casual, composed, businesslike. Chris was in the next room. "I uh- I would like to take A-April to lunch today."

"Mmkay." She smiled at him with flirty eyes. He hadn't paid as much attention to her these past few days.

"Future plans and stuff like that. Just hope I won't be taking her away from you for long."

Leslie chuckled. "No, no. April never does anything anyways. Take her as long as you need!"

Ben clenched his fists. He didn't like Leslie insulting April. He turned to leave before he gave any feelings away.

"Good luck!" Leslie called after him. Ben froze and turned back. "Good luck with April, I don't think she likes you too much does she?"

"We live together," was all he was able to force from his lips as he scurried out the door a bit too fast.

Leslie called after him. "Ben! Clear it with Ron first, she's his assistant."

Aw fuck. Ben sighed and turned towards Ron's office.

"What happened to your face, son?" Ron asked as Ben stepped in.

"I uh-uh-uh bit it... in my sleep." Lying to Ron was harder because he could see right through him.

"Sure. What is it?"

"Is it alright if I borrow April this afternoon?"

"Why?"

"I'd like to take her for lunch to talk about uh- future plans and you know... government stuff."

"Right..." Ron was suspicious. Fucking, Ron. He'd found out Ben and Leslie were seeing each and now there was a huge chance of him figuring out about Ben and April. "Ben let me tell you a little secret: You're the worst liar I know and if I were you I'd keep my mouth shut."

Ben stood with his eyes wide before Ron. "Uhh... N-n-n-n-no. It's nothing - it's -"

"I don't want to hear about it," Ron said and turned away from Ben. He would hear about it, Ben could tell. He'd be the first to figure it out - again. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

"April," Ben approached her desk with caution. "Looks like we're uh cleared for lunch." He tried to be quirky but it wasn't working for him.

"Don't care." April said without looking up from her computer.

"What?" he leaned in and lowered his voice. She shot him a glare that said you fucking idiot.

"Don't. Care." And she smiled a little and he figured it out.

Lunchtime came and Leslie and Ann settled down in the courtyard to gossip and giggle and talk about what ever they talked about. Probably him, which was as equally comforting as it was humiliating. April walked with Ben to his car in silence.

"Can I drive?" she asked.

"What? No. Do you even have a license?"

"I had a learner's permit once."

"I don't see that happening, sorry April."

"Ugh!" she groaned loudly like a disgruntled teenager and dragged her feet to the passenger's side. "I get to control the radio then."

Ben sighed and unlocked the doors, scooting into the seat and turning on the car.

"Your car smells weird." She said bluntly and Ben, again, ignored her. He'd known that she always acted like this but it was particularly annoying to him today. Maybe because he wasn't half drink or even turned on at the moment.

"So, where are we going?"

"That's why I wanted to drive."

"Are you serious? You're still not going to tell me?"

"No." Ben hoped that the sex they were about to have would be really good to make up for how she was acting.

He climbed out of the car and she climbed over the middle and into the driver's seat. This was the first time in years that Ben was legitimately scared for his life. It wasn't that April was a horrible driver, she just wasn't very good. She stopped too quickly at red lights and swerved a bit when she was preoccupied with changing the radio. She flicked off every car that stopped next to her at the red light and took off too quickly to get away from them. It was fun and they spent time laughing and singing along to whatever ridiculous song came on the radio. They screamed the chorus to Ice, Ice Baby and mumbled through the verses and then a disco song from the 70s came on that neither of them knew the words to but Ben tried to dance along with until April changed the station. And then some indie song came on that neither of them had heard before but it was soft and sweet and the refrain welcome home made them only slightly uncomfortable about the intimacy arising before they even reached their destination.

They drove for nearly twenty minutes, well out of Pawnee's city limits, before they reached their destination: a vacant parking lot of an abandoned dilapidated building.

"Okay." April said, after she parked the car. "We have two options. We can do it here in the car but someone might drive up and see us or we can do it in there but there might already be people fucking in there."

"Is this some weird hipster sex meet-up?"

"I don't know. It's an abandoned movie theatre."

Ben made a face and weighed his options. Gross fuck-building or car? "What are the chances someone'll drive up?"

She shrugged. "Dunno, it's day time and people don't always come in the day time."

"Get in the back seat." Ben demanded and April didn't take a moment's hesitation to squeeze her nimble body through the front seats to plop into the back. He stepped out of the car, in fear his ass might get stuck between the seats or something, and jumped eagerly into the back. April's jeans were already unbuttoned and she was working at getting them off her hips.

"Mmm," Ben laughed and pinned her down on the seat, kissing her softly and massaging her breasts. She stuck her gum in his mouth with her tongue and he tried not to gag and instead laughed along with her as he slid a sly hand down her side in an attempt to one-handedly remove her pants. She undid a few buttons of his shirt before she got bored and decided to undo his pants. They both struggled for much too long with the others' clothes before April said, "This isn't working."

A look of concern swept across Ben's face. "W-what?"

April laughed at him. "We can't get our clothes off, idiot."

"Right, right. Okay." He was still on top of her struggling with her tight pants.

"Just give me five seconds to get my pants off, okay? It's not that hard." She lightly pushed him off of her and swung her legs around to effortlessly slide her jeans away.

"I could say the same to you..." he mumbled and watched her undress before taking off his own clothes. She shot him a look that said Are you gonna stare at me or take your clothes off, loser? so he slid his pants and boxers down and ended up having to kick his shoes off since his pants were too tight to go over them with ease. His shirt was only half unbuttoned when he looked up and saw her sitting naked before him with the exception of her pink socks. She crawled across the seat and straddled him, removing his shirt quicker than his shaking hands could've and leaving his tie on for fun.

"You better fuck me good, loser. There's no hurry this time," she said, stroking his cock as he poured kisses over her face, neck and chest. Had this really been the first time they'd been able to screw with no one around, no time restraint? Just straight up fucking. Though they had stuck true to their tradition of fucking in odd places.

Ben guided himself into April and she rode him smoothly and tenderly at first, not at all like she had on the toilet just last weekend. His arms were wrapped around her and he kissed her neck as she moaned into his ear. Her movements on him became quicker and when Ben could tell she was about to come, he lowered his hand and rubbed her gently until she let out a soft wail into his ear.

She panted in his arms but still hungered for more, as did he. He pushed her over gently and lay her down onto the car seat. She squirmed under the weight of his body not entirely comfortable with having absolutely no control but he pushed down on her shoulders, sucked on her collarbone and breasts and pumped into her faster than he had before. She cried out his name, pulled his hair and dug her nails into his back. Every now and then she'd kiss the mark she'd left on his lip, making him cringe and curse her.

"Fucking, stop touching it!" he said, and leaned in to nip at her ear.

"Ow!" she called out, and tried to kick his ass with a twitching leg. "Fuck you, Ben."

"Fuck you whore, why are you so shitty today?" he breathed out, pumping harder. "You haven't made me come yet - what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I don't know but your dicks so fucking small I only - oh! - come when you use your thumb. Fuck, Ben." She came right afterwards, the dirty talk turning them both on more than it should have.

With a few final thrusts, Ben poured into April and she pulled him in by his tie to whisper in his ear.

"You're disgusting," she breathed and ran her fingers through his hair, kissing him softly.

They cuddled for a minute afterwards and it was nice. They both enjoyed it which wasn't something easily said for those two. They didn't talk but rather teased and tormented each other, trying to prolong their time together knowing that a return to work was inevitable.

"Is this," April began, breaking a moment's silence. Ben braced himself for another insult as his young coworker squirmed out of his arms to better look him in the eye. "Bad, what we're doing?"

"Bad? I-I, I'd hardly call it 'bad.' Maybe not the best sex ever, but it's not bad."

"No, no. I mean like us doing this - is it bad? Like for Andy and Chris and all that?"

"You do know I'm not dating Chris right?"

"I can never really be sure with you."

Ben rolled his eyes and laughed and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. "If you're asking if you're hurting Andy by doing this, then the answer is probably yes. It just depends on how much you really care."

April paused, she was often unsure if she really cared about anything. Including Andy. "I don't know. I just, I like doing this with you." A stupid smile spread across Ben's face. "And I don't really feel like I want to end it just yet."

"I'm glad."

He wished that things were as simple as they were through April's eyes. That she was still married to Andy but Ben was a free man. Ben hated lying to both of the women he was seeing - it was much harder than any one could've comically written about in a film. And that was when he realized he was becoming one of those douche bags that cheats on his girlfriend in movies. The guys that he always hated because they were complete dicks, greasy looking weirdos sniffing around and up girls' skirts. No one ever showed the movies from their point of view. The side of the men who honestly wanted to be with both of the girls and would never do anything to intentionally hurt either of them. Too bad he already had.

"But seriously April, I'm not dating Chris."

"Sure."