For Joan

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Continued from here.

(warnings: sexytimes. also, panic attacks, brutal violence, attempted murder, discussion of suicide and actual murder... )

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Sherlock can probably tell just from the sound of the way the water is hitting them. Ted tries not to worry about that too much, because it's a lost cause, and it doesn't seem to bother Sherlock, nor Joan.

Ted weaves his fingers into her hair, a little uncertainly at first, but reassured by her hand on his. He knows she doesn't mind mild pain, that she even likes it in some circumstances. And he trusts that she'll let him know if he's doing something she doesn't like, because she knows he would never want to do anything bad to her, even if all she does is just offers some gentle redirection.

This is gentle encouragement though, so he lets his hands tighten a little bit in her hair. It's more of an involuntary reaction to the sensations, than something he intentionally does, but if she likes it, then he's fine with that.

The pleasure is building inside him, and he reaches his other hand out to steady himself against the wall, biting his lip.

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She can feel his pleasure building, feels it in the way his body tightens, his heart beats, hear it in every moan and every breath. She speeds up her motions, just slightly, paying close attention to his reactions, aiming to bring him right to the edge.

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"Holy heck, you're so good at that, that feels so good.." he murmurs. "Oh boy.." A stream of compliments and gentle exclamations is all that's going through his head, and at some point he stops being aware of which ones he just thinks and which one he says out loud.

His body is aching with need, a pressure building in his groin at every movement of her lips, every flick of her tongue.

"Joan.." he whispers, a note of both warning and pleading in his voice.

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When he says her name like that it is absolutely clear he's about to come. She pulls back and takes his cock in her hand, stroking briskly as she gazes up at him, in a position where he will come on her breasts instead of in her mouth.

"Yes," she murmurs as she works his cock to push him over the edge. "Come for me, Ted..."

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He loves being told, and he doesn't need telling twice, because just the sound of her saying that hits him straight in the groin, making him whimper.

His hand tightens in her hair as he hits the point of no return, his eyes fluttering closed and an expression of breathless bliss on his face as he comes on her chest, the orgasm washing over him like a wave.

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She watches him come with that look of bliss on his face, and god it's beautiful. He's beautiful. She slows her stroke, continuing to gently caress his cock as the orgasmic pulses subside, then carefully lets go. She tugs him closer, taking care not to pull him off-balance, and leans forward to rest her head on his stomach.

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He lets his eyes stay closed until he's spent, basking in the sensation and trying to catch his breath, opening his eyes when she tugs him closer.

She's so lovely, and so loving, and he lets go of the wall to rest both hands gently on her head, holding her like something precious. "Thank you," he murmurs, voice deep. "That was amazing."

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His hands are tender and gentle, and she feels cherished. She lifts her head to look up at him, her eyes and her smile brimming with love.

"You're welcome. I love making you come."

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"Well, I'm glad we have interests in common," he says playfully. Which she can take to mean both her making him come, and vice versa, because both are definitely true.

He steps back a little, but only so he can lean down and give her a proper kiss, slow and loving.

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She cups his face in her hands and kisses him back, just as slow and loving, making a small noise of pleasure with a trace of want. When their lips part she smiles and nuzzles his nose gently.

"I should wash off before the water goes cold," she murmurs.

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"Right," he agrees with a soft smile, straightening up a little and grabbing the shower head. He rinses off the come for her, running his hand across her chest to make sure it all gets washed away. And running his hand around her breast as well, and fondling her in a way that is definitely unnecessary if all you're trying to do is get clean.

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She smiles at him as he washes her off, touching his arm to maintain affectionate physical contact. Then he touches her breast like that, clearly with something more in mind than merely washing her off, and her eyes drift closed and she exhales with a sigh, her cheeks flushing just a tiny bit more.

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It would be foolish to think Ted wouldn't reciprocate in a situation like this. Of course he will.

Still touching her, he leans over to kiss her neck for a moment, just enough to make his intention clear, before he straightens up. He sets the shower head back and turns off the shower, preserving the rest of the hot water. It's so hot and damp in here by now, even without the shower on, that he at least doesn't feel chilly. And if she does, well, he's happy to give her some body heat.

"Hold on.." he says, and he reaches down to carefully scooch the step ladder over a bit, with her still sitting on it. So that he can step behind her again.

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Of course he will. She's never doubted it, even if she didn't necessarily expect it to be quite so immediate. Although she probably should have expected it, really.

She hums softly as he kisses her neck, her eyes still closed, focusing on the lovely sensation of his lips on her neck and his hand on her breast. Then she opens her eyes as he shuts off the water, smiling at him. It's definitely nice and warm in there, and she's completely comfortable naked. She giggles a little as he repositions the ladder with her still on it, holding onto the sides to keep herself steady. Then he steps behind her and her smile widens as she looks up at him, curious what he has in mind and eager to find out.

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He at least hasn't gotten weaker, now he's recovered from all the bruising and the hypothermia.

He smiles back, happy to see her excited at him returning the affection. He leans down again, returning his attention to her neck, kissing behind her ear, nipping a little at her earlobe, as he slides his hands under her arms.

He can use both hands to cup her breasts now, gently massaging them, playing with her nipples. She might not need all this foreplay right now, but he sure loves doing it anyway.

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Joan smiles, closes her eyes again, and leans back into his embrace, tilting her head to one side to make it easier for Ted to kiss her neck, and lifts her hands to lightly rest them on the hands massaging her breasts. While the foreplay isn't strictly necessary, as she is already quite aroused (as he can doubtless tell by her hard nipples) it still feels amazing, both physically and emotionally, to be touched like this.

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Foreplay isn't just a stepping stone to the end goal, it's extremely enjoyable in and of itself. Heck, even if they get interrupted, he'd rather have spent some extra time with the build-up than have hurried to the finish line, no matter how frustrated they get. (Sometimes that frustration can be fun too.)

Kissing her shoulder, he lets his hands slide down her stomach, then down to the inside of her thighs, massaging them as he gently but firmly spreads her legs.

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She definitely agrees that the foreplay is extremely enjoyable, and that it's totally worth the time he's taking. She would rather not be interrupted, but if they were the frustration would be delicious torture.

Joan moans softly in anticipation as his hands slide down her stomach. She lets her head drop back against his shoulder, and reaches up with one hand to slide her fingers into his hair, just gently massaging his scalp. She allows her legs to part at the guidance of his hands, allows herself to open for him, warm and wet with want between her thighs.

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He doesn't circle around it this time, pressing his hand against her sex immediately, feeling how aroused she is and smiling to himself. Enjoying the hand in his hair too.

He rubs his hand against her, the palm against her clitoris and the fingers between her labia, slipping slightly inside her every time he moves his hand down. And he does so firmly, but also very slowly. Applying pressure but only a little bit of friction, smiling against her skin as he does so.

"How's that?" he asks, voice low and deep.

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Joan bites her lip and practically whimpers as he rubs against her, his motions the perfect mix of pleasurable and maddening. She flexes her hips slightly, pressing into that slow moving hand, gently writhing with need.

"More," she whispers. her fingers curling and uncurling in his hair. "Please..."

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"Yeah?" he asks quietly, the smile evident in his voice. Her sounds of need are so beautiful.

He speeds up his hands a little bit, getting her worked up, loving how her muscles tighten. And then... he stops, sliding his up over her stomach, and then all the way away as he kisses her cheek and straightens up.

"Don't worry, I'll be back," he reassures, sounding maybe just a little bit teasing. He grabs the shower head and turns the shower again, holding it against his hand to make sure it's still warm, and an appropriate amount of pressure.

His back was starting to hurt from the position, all bent over, so he grabs a sponge and drops it on the floor, before he kneels down on it, using it as a pillow to protect his knee.

He's a bit lower now and can't reach her neck, but on the plus side he has easier reach with his hands. He kisses her between the shoulder blades, then slips the arm around her and turns the shower between her legs.

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She moans as his hand speeds up, her breath coming faster, her body tightening against his as her pleasure grows...

Then he stops and she can't help another whimper as he draws away, biting her lip again, panting with need. He's definitely teasing her with that tone of voice, his promise to return not doing much for her desperation. Then he turns on the shower, and Joan knows exactly what he's intending to do. She's glad he's getting comfortable, since the last thing she wants is for him to injure himself while trying to pleasure her. She reaches back to try to find and take his free hand, then moans helplessly as the shower of water begins to stimulate her sensitive sex.

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If you're gonna have sex in the shower, why not take advantage of it, right?

He can't see her face like this, but he can feel her body and hear her moans, so it's easy enough to tell how much she's enjoying herself. He kisses her back, then turns his head sideways and leans slightly against her, so she can lean against him.

When she reaches for his free hand, he takes hers and guides it to the shower head. "Guide me," he requests. He can do it just fine in the general area, but she's the one who knows exactly how she wants the water to hit.

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She leans back against him, loving the feeling of his cheek and his shoulders and his upper chest, bare and still damp, pressed against her back. He guides her hand to the shower head and she bites her lip, nodding slightly, and adjusts the position of the head, gasping quietly as it hits just right.

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He smiles happily at the gasp - he can feel her body tensing and he loves it. He's sure it won't take too much to push her over the edge at this point.

He makes sure she has a grip on the shower head, because that frees up his hands to make her feel even better. He grasps at the inside of her thighs, making sure her legs are properly spread, before moving up to her hips, her stomach, and finally her breasts, massaging them firmly and timing nipple pinches to her gasps.