#just saying if Fawn has offered Andy has said yes

[gruesomejack]

THINKING ABOUT Fawn letting Andy spot him and then getting the poor guy to walk around the forest in circles a few times before letting him find him fhHMCNCNV

Andy spending more and more time away from promised obligations because he can't keep himself away from the woods,,, Ending up in love with some fuzzy boobied forest fae vnHNXNCNCNC

[diaryofabeautyfiend]

Plain Gold Ring

(Part 2)

You left a few minutes before he did. He ran up to his place to change. The two of you had already showered together. You had meetings all day and so did he. You agreed to meet for lunch.

Your thoughts drifted to him all day. His strong hands and the spice of his skin were all you could think about. You should have felt guilty but you didn’t. You two really seemed like you connected on a deep and spiritual level. You told yourself not to be naive. Men who cheat never leave their wives. You were a means of escape for him. You decided to proceed as planned and move forward with your Chicago interview.

At lunch Andy came bounding into your office. Before you could even hand him his fork he had his hands on you. “I can’t focus. You’ve been in my head all day.”

“Me too.”

“Yeah? You thinking of my cock?”

“Your cock, your hands…fuck…your tongue.” He slipped his hand in your panties to find you already dripping.

“Shit, baby. I have to be inside of you. This is gonna be quick.” He slammed his hips into you a few times before you both completely lost it. He eased you back down peppering kisses on your neck and chest. You readjusted your panties, smoothed your hair and sat down at your desk to drink some water.

“Oh my goodness are you going to stay like that all day?”

“Like what?” You knew exactly what he was talking about. You just wanted to hear him say it.

“With my cum dripping out of you? Don’t you want to clean up?”

“I’m good.” You winked at him and handed him his lunch.

He chuckled, “There goes the rest of my day.”

You had easy conversation for the rest of lunch. You asked him about Jacob and how he seemed to be coping. He was happy to talk about it. It was evident he adored his son. And there went the guilt bubbling up again. He could see it in your face. “Is this weird for you?”

“A little. Maybe we shouldn’t do this.”

“We don’t have to talk about him.”

“It’s ok. I like hearing about your life. Besides I brought him up. I just want to be sure I’m not reading too much into this. Like we’re just friends who fuck right? I don’t know if I’m trying to catch feelings.”

He was a little offended but couldn’t express that to you. You had sex the second day that you had known each other. That was clearly not something he did nor did he take it lightly. He meant what he said. He really liked you. He would just have to work hard to show you how much. For now, he would follow your lead.

“Oh yeah. Of course. Friends who fuck sometimes. No feelings to catch.”

You went about the rest of your day and got home at a respectable hour. While you were at your mailbox in your building you noticed Lori and Jacob coming in. You smiled and turned quickly to get to the elevator. You realized a lot of people likely knew who they were and made it awkward like you just did. You just couldn’t leave well enough alone and went back to introduce yourself.

“Hi. I don’t mean to interrupt. Are you Lori Barber? My name is Y/N. I work with Andy.” She looked relieved to hear your name.

“Of course! Y/N. So nice to meet you. Andy told us all about you. This is our son Jacob.” He waved to you and you very awkwardly waved back.

“Well I won’t keep you. I just wanted to say hi.” She looked like she wanted to talk more but you hightailed it out of there up the stairs. You felt like an asshole. She looked like a perfectly nice person. If you weren’t fucking her husband you’d probably be friends. Damn it. You couldn’t do this with Andy. As much as you wanted to, knowing Lori was in the same building was too much for you.

That bottle of red on your counter was calling your name. You ordered dinner and prepped for your interview. Hopefully you’ll get a decent offer and out of here before you make a bigger mess.

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While you were in the bath Andy texted. You didn’t respond. While you watch tv he texted again. No text back. After the third unanswered text he called.

“Hey, Andy.”

“Are you ghosting me?” He sounded like he was joking but not really

“No. Just busy. What’s up?”

“Nothing. Too busy to see me?”

You wanted to say yes. Yes you were far too busy to spend time with a married man. You wanted to tell him go back to his wife. But you didn’t. “Of course not. I’ll unlock the door.” You were a goner.

A few minutes later you heard him calling your name. “Bedroom.” you called out. You had been crying about it all night but you have to end things before it gets serious. Even though you weren’t really dating and you said no feelings, you knew yourself. Under the facade of an overly ambitious lawyer you were a hopeless romantic. In the very short time you’ve known Andy he’s been a great guy. The fact remained, he was kind of your boss and very much married. You couldn’t continue.

“Hey. Are you crying? What’s wrong?” He sat on the bed and pulled you into his lap. You sobbed harder. “Y/n. Baby? Talk to me.”

“I met Lori and Jacob. He really has your eyes. We can’t do this, Andy. I know you and Lori are going through a rough patch but I can’t do this.” He was crestfallen. He rubbed your hand while you talked nodding where appropriate. When it was finally his turn to talk, he didn’t trust his voice to be strong.

“I know we just met, Y/N but, I’ve never cheated on Lori. Not ever. I slept with you because I liked you from the first moment we met. I know you said no feelings but, I feel like if you weren’t on the verge of caring, you wouldn’t be crying over me right now.” He was right. You felt all the things you weren’t supposed to feel.

You stayed up talking for a few more hours and ended up falling asleep in his arms. When you woke up the next morning he was gone. It was just as well. You got your notes together for your interview and called in.

The whole conversation was amazing. You and the managing partners really hit it off. They were younger than the partners at your current firm. A lot of women on the senior team. Not twenty minutes later did you friend text you to say they wanted you to take a trip out to Chicago.

When you got into the office you asked Caitlin to clear your schedule for the rest of the week and booked your flight. You were due in court so you grabbed your bag and badge and headed out.

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You were one of three attorneys on this case. Today was the voir dire so all you’d be doing was taking notes on possible jurors. One of the team members was unable to make it so Andy filled in. It was a pleasure watching him work. This part of the legal process was generally pretty boring. Watching him was like theater. You were fawning all over him like a school girl. It was frankly disgusting. At the end of the day Andy called a team meeting to compare notes and start working on court strategy.

You worked through dinner. All of you were exhausted by the end of the night. Since you were leaving the next morning, you handed your coworker Jeremy all of your notes and went to your office to pack up.

“Y/N, can you be in a little early tomorrow? I want to run through a couple of things.” Andy called from your doorway.

“Sorry. I’ll actually be in Chicago. Family emergency. I put it on your calendar this morning. Jeremy has all of my notes. I’ll be out of pocket for most of the trip. Shoot me an email if you need something. I’ll try to get back to you.”

He frowned and let out a deep sigh, “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you how important this case is. Can the trip be rescheduled?”

“I’m sorry. It can’t be. Jeremy is up to speed on everything. He’s done just as much leg work as I have on this case. You’re in good hands.” You patted him on the chest and excused yourself.

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Andy got home and grabbed a beer. Jacob was sitting at the table finishing some school work. “How is your new job, Dad?”

“Good. Everyone there is really nice.”

“Mom and I met Y/N at the mailboxes yesterday. She’s pretty.” Andy was surprised that Jacob even noticed you. He’s always staring at his phone.

“Yeah. She’s pretty.” He ruffled Jacob’s hair. “What are you working on?”

Lori came in to grab a water. She looked like she was running on the treadmill. She hadn’t found a good route around the neighborhood yet. “Hey. I didn’t hear you come in. We met your coworker. She was really sweet.”

“She’s the one who put you in touch with Linda Raymond.”

“Oh. That was nice of her. We should have her over for dinner. I remember when I was single I had nothing but wine and old Chinese in my fridge. I’m sure she’d like a home cooked meal.”

Andy was irritated with Lori’s assumption. “She’s a grown woman. I’m sure she feeds herself.” He knew you did because he’s been in your fridge.

“Well anyway. I’d like to thank her. I’ll send her a bottle of wine. Maybe you can ask her assistant what she likes.”

“She drinks Cabernet.”

He got up from the table and changed into his gym clothes. There was a really nice gym on the bottom floor of the building. He had every intention of going there but he couldn’t get you off of his mind. You mentioned all of your family lived down south. What kind of emergency could you have in Chicago. Maybe it was a guy. You didn’t mention one. He didn’t ask. He wouldn’t be surprised if you had a booty call in Chicago. You were distracted all evening texting someone. He pushed the button for your floor.

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Your flight was early so you started packing when you got home. Half way through your wine fueled solo dance party, Andy was at your door. You were a little tipsy and feeling bold so you answered wearing only a tshirt and panties.

“Evening, Andy.” You opened your arms to welcome him inside.

“Evening. Do you have a minute?”

“Sixty an hour, sir and they’re all for you.” He followed behind you to your bedroom.

“Are you drunk?”

“Not yet. But! The night is young.” He watched you dig through your closet selecting dresses and shoes. Nothing very casual.

“You sure do dress up for a family emergency.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“What do you want, Andy?”

“What’s in Chicago?”

“What’s with the questions?”

“Why are you answering my question with a question? Nothing more suspicious.” Fucking lawyers.

“What do you want, Andy? I won’t ask again.”

“You. I won’t see you for a few days and I’ll miss you. If you are going to see a guy, as I suspect by the amount of lingerie you’ve packed, I want you to remember how good you have it at home.”

Your cheeks heated and your cunt started paying attention. “So demanding, Mr. Barber.” You patted him on the head and attempted to walk away from him. He grabbed your hips and ran his hands under your tshirt over your bare belly. “Andy, we agreed.”

“No, you agreed. I did not. I still want you.” His index finger stroked the wet spot on your panties. “Looks like you still want me too.” Your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned into his touch. He nuzzled your clothed pussy nipped and sucked. His hand rubbed broad strokes over you before he pulled them down and began flicking his tongue over your clit. You let out a low moan of appreciation. “Want me to stop?”

“Andy…” He cupped your pussy and slipped in two fingers grinding the palm of his hand against your clit.

“What’s that, honey? Answer me. Do you want me to stop?” His body was pressed against yours.

“No. God no. But you have to. Your wife…”

“Don’t worry about her. Worry about yourself. Do you want me to stop? Tell me to stop.” he growled into your ear. He pressed his erection into your hip she continued finger fucking you.

Your head went blank and your pussy took over again. “Don’t stop. Please, Andy. Never stop fucking me.”

He spent the rest of the night squeezing every last ounce of pleasure from your body. You showered and ate a very late dinner after which you fell asleep watching a movie. This was a level of bliss you had never enjoyed in your whole life. You were falling in love with him. Fuck your stupid feelings.

Your very full bladder nudged you awake. As you slipped back into bed, Andy’s phone screen illuminated the very dark room. You went to turn it off and saw several missed calls and texts from Lori.

You felt like you were doing something horribly wrong. Not like you could see anything she said. You weren’t sure if you should wake him. But, what if it was an emergency? Something could be wrong with Jacob. You nudged his shoulder but he didn’t budge. This man slept like the dead.

“Andy? Wake up.” you whispered in his ear.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?”

“Lori keeps calling. I wasn’t sure if it was an emergency.”

He grumbled and scowled at the device. “It’s nothing. Go back to sleep.”

“It has to be something or else she wouldn’t have called you so many times.”

“I missed counseling tonight. She’s pissed.”

“Go home, Andy. I can get myself to the airport.”

“No. I’m with you tonight. She’ll have me the rest of the week. Come back to bed. Please, baby. I have to get my fill of you before you leave.”

You had a choice here. You could get back in that bed and spend the rest of the night with this beautiful man. You could feel happy and loved and ignore the fact that, two floors up Lori was likely pacing the floor. Or, you could tell him about Chicago and be done with this mess. You chose option B. It was going to hurt like hell but you had to rip off that bandage.

“What’s in Chicago is a position with a major firm. I’ve already had my first interview. They asked me to fly out for a few days. They’ll make me an offer and I’m going to accept.” He was silent. “Say something. Please.”

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” You smacked him in the face with your pillow. “Ow! Hey! What the fuck?! Stop it. Y/N stop! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You were pissed and on the verge of tears. You switched on the bedside lamp and paced the floor mumbling to yourself. “We’ve only known each other for a couple of weeks. Fuck you. You aren’t falling for me. You’re in love with the fantasy that is our relationship.” You took his left hand and pointed to his wedding band, “As long as this is on your finger, you belong to Lori. You will never be mine. Go home, Andy. I’m going into that bathroom. When I come out, you need to be gone. Who the fuck says they’re falling for someone right before they get on a plane?! You’re almost guaranteeing it will crash.”

That stupid wedding ring. He never took it off. It must be graphed to his skin by now. You felt it when you held hands. It pressed into your breasts when he grabbed them. He was never aware of it but you always were. Painfully aware.

After a few minutes you heard your front door slam. You popped a nerve pill and got back in bed. Fuck Andy fucking Barber for being so perfect. Fuck your stupid pussy for getting you involved in the first place and fuck your stupid heart for feeling anything. You cried yourself to sleep.

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At six am Andy stood in his floor to ceiling window drinking his coffee. He saw you pacing the street waiting for your Uber that was five minutes late. The guy didn’t even take your bag. The car sped away taking his whole future with it.

He couldn’t fathom why you had such a soft spot for his wife. You had from the first time you met. You got her a job and went on a one woman crusade to save their marriage. He guessed you just felt like she had gone through enough. Andy hadn’t really forgiven her for almost killing them in that crash. She didn’t forgive him for his father’s involvement in Jacob’s acquittal. There was no going back. He filed for divorce the next day. Whether the two of you got together or not, he and Lori were done.

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When you got home you went to the mailbox first. You had a few magazines stacked on the table. You guessed no one wanted to steal your copy of Forbes. You saw Lori and smiled. Your earbuds were still blasting away so you didn’t immediately hear her talking.

“I’m so sorry. Did you say something?”

“It’s ok. I’m used to it with Jacob. I said I never got to thank you for passing on my information to Linda. I got the job.” (you already knew) “Anyway. I wanted to invite you for dinner sometime as a thank you.”

“I appreciate it. You really don’t have to.”

“Nonsense. I can use the company since Andy moved out.”

You dropped your things and cursed under your breath. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s ok. It was a long time coming. Let me know what works for you. I’m good anytime really.” She got onto the elevator and you stood in the lobby frozen.

You didn’t want to let Andy know you knew right away so you just sent him a quick message. “I’m back.” When you got back into your place your phone rang.

“Did you take the job?” He hadn’t even given you a chance to say hello.

“I did. They need me there in a month. Taking on a class action. I’ll wrap up what I can here and then I’m gone.”

“And I can’t convince you to stay.”

“It’s a really impressive offer. I can’t pass it up.”

“I filed for divorce.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” (No you weren’t)

“So I have a month to make you fall in love with me.”

“Andy…”

“Can I come over?” Say no. End it. Absolutely not.

“Sure. No physical contact.”

“I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” Now if you could only say the same for yourself.

[sakurablossomstorm-blog]

I was rewatching “Soulmates” and Leslie said she loves dogs, and I realized I REALLY want a fic where Leslie and Ben adopt a doggo together! Or one where Leslie gets a doggo without Bens input and then he has to discipline/spank her... that escalated quickly. Sorry

Hey anon!

First of all - I LOVE THIS! Never ever change.

Second of all - I did write something, but it’s not very dirty I’m afraid, actually very family friendly, but it supports the headcanon I have that Ben and Leslie get a dog AND a cat. 

Also I tied it in to fit with Star Wars Day.

On ao3

~~

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Ben asked nervously as he watched the five beagle puppies happily running around their pen. “I mean, we’re constantly out of the house, the triplets might be allergic-”

“Ben, we’ve thought through every possibility and it’ll be fine. We can get dog sitters when we’re out of town, and the triplets will love the puppy. They’ve been fine whenever we’ve taken them to April and Andy’s, and they love Champion,” Leslie said, leaning down to pet the nearest puppy. “Oh I think I have my heart set on this one, he’s adorable.”

Leslie had been casually talking to one of the mothers at the triplets school one morning when she told her that her dog was expecting puppies, and how it was a bit of a shock. She then offered Leslie one of the puppies, and she thought it would be great to have an family pet, especially with the triplet being five now, it would be good to teach them to be responsible.

The puppy barked playfully and licked Leslie’s open palm. “Ben, he’s perfect. The triplets are going to love him.”

Ben looked down at the puppy. Ok, he was pretty adorable. The puppy had big floppy ears and sparkling puppy dog eyes.

He was pretty sure he was falling in love with the dog.

~~

“Kids, get down here, we have a surprise,” Leslie called as they walked back into their house.

Ben was carefully holding the puppy in his arms, and the puppy was desperately trying to make a break for it, clearly not being a fan of being held.

The triplets all hurried down the stairs. It didn’t take long for one of them to notice the squirming puppy in Ben’s arms.

“Mommy!” Stephen squealed. “Is that a puppy? Is that our puppy?”

Leslie barely got out a ‘yes’ when all three children were hurrying towards Ben and fawning over the puppy.

Ben carefully set it down on the floor, and the puppy bounded from each triplet, unsure which one to go to. The puppy barked and excitedly licked Sonia’s face when she got too close.

“Alright, guys. We need to decide on a name for this little guy,” Ben said, crouching down and rubbing the puppy on the head.

All five of them bounced names around. Sonia was adamant that she wanted the puppy to be called ‘Princess’, while Stephen kept chanting ‘Monster’ over and over again.

“I think he should be called Patches.”

Ben looked over to his youngest son, who’d been pretty quiet during the naming. “What was that, Wes?”

“Patches,” Wesley said again. “He’s got brown patches on his back, see? Patches would be a good name for him.”

Sonia wrinkled her nose up, and looked at the puppy. “Huh. I guess Patches works.”

“Stephen, are you happy with Patches?” Ben asked his eldest son.

Stephen scowled. “I want him to be called Monster.”

“I know, buddy. Maybe Monster can be his nickname. He’ll definitely be a trouble maker,” Ben said, playfully patting the dog’s back end.

“I like Patches too,” Leslie said happily. “And I think he’ll be a great addition to the family.

Patches barked in agreement.

~~

It had been three years since Leslie and Ben got Patches for the family, and having a dog was hard work, but amazingly rewarding.

Wesley always wanted to accompany Ben on the daily walks, which gave Ben and Wesley a chance to bond. Stephen would play with him in the garden and when he got tired, he’d snuggle up on Sonia’s bed with her.

Ben couldn’t imagine life without him. And he was sure that the entire family felt the same.

He’d been working late one evening. Things were heating up in congress and he found himself spending more and more nights in the office. It was raining once he stepped outside onto the path. Ben tutted and put up his umbrella.

That’s when he heard the unmistakable sound of a meow.

At first he thought it was just the rain on the pavement, but nothing could mask the high pitched noise. He tried to ignore it, walking towards his care, when he heard it again, and again.

No, he couldn’t ignore this. He’d never forgive himself. Listening carefully, he followed the sounds of the meows until he came across a beaten-up cardboard box with a tiny, black and white kitten inside.

The kitten looked terrified and was meowing for help. Ben’s heart contorted. Someone must have abandoned this poor kitten, and it was scared.

“Hey, it’s ok, come here,” Ben said calmly, reaching out to stroke the kitten. At first, it backed away, but softened as Ben managed to rub it’s soaked fur.

Carefully, Ben lifted the kitten into his arms and tucked it under his coat to shelter it from the rain, then he sprinted back to his car, managing to text Leslie one-handed that he’d be late home.

~~

“So I guess we’ve got a cat now too?”

Ben smiled sheepishly at Leslie as she watched the triplets (and Patches) play with the small kitten. It seemed a little hesitant, and kept looking over at Ben, but was now playfully swatting at Patches’ nose.

“The vet said she’s recovered well and is healthy. If we don’t take her they’ll take her to a shelter. She’s not chipped or anything, we could keep her if you wanted to?” Ben said to Leslie.

Leslie looked down at the kitten. She was black all over with the excepting of her back paws, which were white.

“She is really cute,” Leslie said. “And Patches seems to like her too.”

Leslie shrugged her shoulders. “Ah, why not. Plus it’ll be nice for Patches to have some extra company when we’re not at home.”

Ben grinned, then a thought slipped into his mind. “Now we have to go through the painful process of naming her.”

“Dad!” Stephen piped up. “It’s Star Wars Day! May the 4th. We should give her a Star Wars themed name.”

“Hey, that’s a good idea,” Ben said, walking over to his children. “What were you thinking?”

“Yoda.”

“No, we can’t call her Yoda,” Sonia cut in. “That’s so obvious. We should call her Chewie since she’s furry.”

“That’s even more obvious than mine!”

“Well what about Leia?” Leslie asked. “Or Organa?”

She winked at Ben, clearly wanting to show off.

Suddenly, the kitten broke off into a run, sprinting out of the room and towards a chair in the hallway, where she settled down, tail curling around her body.

“Hey, come back,” Wesley said, standing up.

“No, leave her, buddy. She probably wants to be alone,” Ben said, stopping his son.

That’s when it came to him.

“Hey, I have an idea,” Ben said out loud. “When I found her, she was alone. Or solo you could say.”

He turned to Leslie. “Do you see where I’m going with this.”

“No,” Leslie shook her head.

“Solo! We should call her Solo. It’s got a Star Wars angle and it fits her perfectly.

“I like it,” Stephen said. “Solo and Patches. The best pets ever.”

Ben smiled. “I agree.”

And later that evening, when everyone was in bed, Ben felt something press against his arm.

He looked down to see Solo curled up in the crook of his arm, purring softly.

Ben smirked. “Welcome to the family, Solo. And may the force be with you.”