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At Lake Powell." And if he thinks that's a lot, it's actually not enough. There is actually nothing on the desk. It's all an auditory act. But hopefully all those intricate words had an effect on him.

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Well played, Wyatt. He's in congress for a reason. "Let's talk business," she goes back to her resting position, leaning against the desktop like a coolest girl alive. "Ben, what you are looking at is a 247-page aquatic risk reduction initiative titled: Operation Don’t Die +

he did have a real meeting scheduled with her. so there’s a lot of free time on his agenda. a few more steps back until he’s locking the door in a single click. “what are you talking about? this is a real meeting.” alright now. he walks to her, eyes smiling when they

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a real meeting."

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Took him long enough. Not that she's upset about it. It's actually quite endearing watching him slowly put the pieces together. Equally amazing once realization touches his face. "There's my guy," she answered with a soft, breathy chuckle. "Hope I'm not keeping you from +

she’s using 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 voice with him. it’s like watching ben’s thoughts fighting through his eyes. “do you want me to go get it for…” a pause. he tilts his head, taking a step back from his padfolio to look at leslie. oh… 𝙤𝙝! there it is. the little smirk on his face.

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Bring it in, my love. 🫂

listened to a podcast about the apocalypse of insects and the whole week is ruined.

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improvise. She's really good at that. "Oh, no~" she brings out the unresistable kittenish voice. "I fear I must've left them at the front desk. What will I ever do?" words laced with a twinge of theatrics.

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She's getting comfortable at the table. Or, well, getting comfortable against the table. Ready for Ben to ravish her and tell her how much he's missed her— But that plan is immediately thrown out the window. DatGamnit. "Uh . . ." Oh, she gets it. This is foreplay. Time to +

“i’m not …” oh, never mind. she’s so adorable getting all excited over some risotto. padfolio on the table, he starts to go through some papers, clicking his pen a few times before his brows frown expressively. “where’s your stuff?” it’s nothing like leslie to be

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/ one is silly and endearing chaos, the other is a lot darker and depressive chaos :c but yeah.

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/ the category is writing unhinged independent blondes who become councilwomen and accidentally end up finding a man who can keep up with their recklessness.

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"God, I love Italian men." She loves Ben. Regardless of heritage.

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She gasps, loudly. Enough to split his ears probably. "You're making that?" There's a sparkle in her eyes as the door secures their privacy. Leslie is such a foodie. All she really needs in life is to be touched and full (that can be taken in so many different contexts). +

awesome. it is just down the hall, luckily. “by the way, i think i’m making risotto for dinner, what do you think?” he opens the conference room’s door. ladies first.

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Deadpan. Silence as she studies his features. Oh, he's dead serious. Sweet, sweet boy. The wise and responsible answer would be no. But, "Sounds like a plan. Do lead the way, Congressman." Slowly please, so she can admire his butt.

“eh, doesn’t work. someone’s fixing my office’s lights today. i think there was some sort of short circuit last night? not sure...” he’s slow to pick up her cues, hence his confused look. “is it okay if we do this in conference room 201? it’s gonna be empty all day.”

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"Ah, yes! It's a matter of life and death, as a matter of fact." Always count on Leslie to be melodramatic. "Requires a private meeting. With you. Alone. In your office. At your earliest convenience."