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trashchildren2021-06-24 07:33 pm
theodorelasso) wrote in trashchildren2021-06-24 07:33 pm
"Let's start there," she says, and then smiles with a chuckle. "Has there ever been a football musical?"
She thinks the story of Ted and Richmond would make one hell of a musical.
She thinks the story of Ted and Richmond would make one hell of a musical.
"At some point, probably, yeah," Ted answers thoughtfully, trying to think of one, or sports related ones in general, but not having any coming immediately to mind. "But sports and musical theatre seem to intersect far too rarely, honestly."
"Mmm," Joan hums, thinking. "Damn Yankees is about baseball, I think. And I'm pretty sure they turned Rocky into a musical."
"Yeah, that sounds about right. Though if we're only getting one every like fifty sixty years, I think that definitely counts as far too rare," he says, reaching up to idly stroke at Joan's hair. "Any other London specific things you want to do? I did a few things in the beginning, but there's a lot of exploration I haven't done."
"That's fair," Joan says with a smile, and she sighs softly as he strokes her hair, so in love with this man. "I've seen most of the touristy stuff," she says. "I'm not sure what I want to see next."
"I have something I can show you," Sherlock interjects.
"I have something I can show you," Sherlock interjects.
Ted looks over as Sherlock speaks up. "I'm all ears," he answers curiously, wondering what Sherlock would think to show them. "Or do you want it to be a surprise?"
"I believe I shall keep it a surprise," Sherlock says. He looks over to Joan, who is already surprised. "You'll need to wear sensible shoes, Watson."
"But I can wear my flip-flops, right?" Ted quips cheerfully. He doesn't even own sandals, he was absolutely going to wear sneakers as usual, but he couldn't resist the joke.
Joan rolls her eyes in exasperated amusement, and tilts her head up to kiss his cheek.
Sherlock doesn't respond to the joke at all.
"Let me know when you both have a day free," he says.
Sherlock doesn't respond to the joke at all.
"Let me know when you both have a day free," he says.
Both reactions are expected and welcome. Especially Joan's.
"Assuming whatever it is isn't closed on Sundays, that should be easy enough," he answers, giving a yawn. Between the dinner and the movie, it's gotten pretty late.
"Assuming whatever it is isn't closed on Sundays, that should be easy enough," he answers, giving a yawn. Between the dinner and the movie, it's gotten pretty late.
"It is neither open nor closed at any time, so Sunday should suffice," Sherlock says. Then he stands. "Considering the hour, I shall bid you both goodnight."
He sees Ted's tiredness, and knows he and Watson doubtless would like some time to themselves before sleeping.
He sees Ted's tiredness, and knows he and Watson doubtless would like some time to themselves before sleeping.
"Alright, have a good night," Ted answers with a soft smile. "And hey, Sherlock," he adds, before he has a chance to leave. "I've really enjoyed celebrating Christmas with you guys," he says genuinely. He's so grateful for them both.
Sherlock nods a little, stiffly, a somber look on his face. "Christmas," he says softly, not looking directly at Ted, "had for a very long time been merely a reminder that I was alone in the world." He nods toward Watson. "That has slowly changed, thanks to Watson. I am no longer alone. It became neutral, not happy nor sad. Today...today I can sincerely say that I enjoyed Christmas. Possibly for the first time in my life."
He gives a "there you have it" gesture with his hands.
"I will see both of you soon." He heads for the door.
He gives a "there you have it" gesture with his hands.
"I will see both of you soon." He heads for the door.
"Night," Ted answers softly, automatically. After the front door closes, he's quiet for a moment. "Wow," he breathes softly.
He's so obviously touched, he's teared up a little bit. That's no small sentiment Sherlock just shared, and one that Ted values a whole lot. Not entirely sure what to do with all these feelings, he gives Joan a tight squeeze.
He's so obviously touched, he's teared up a little bit. That's no small sentiment Sherlock just shared, and one that Ted values a whole lot. Not entirely sure what to do with all these feelings, he gives Joan a tight squeeze.
"Goodnight Sherlock," Joan responds to his goodbye. She watches him leave, her heart so full of joy and love. She remembers what Sherlock was like when they first met, bitter and angry and lonely and broken. Hating everyone but hating himself most of all. He's come so very far in the time they've known each other. And this...well. This was Ted. The light and life and joy Ted has brought into their lives.
So she squeezes him tightly in return, so happy and so grateful.
So she squeezes him tightly in return, so happy and so grateful.
"I think that counts as a very successful Christmas," he comments happily, then gives Joan's cheek a smooch. "You wanna get ready for bed?"
"I agree," she answers, and answers the kiss on the cheek with one on the lips before finally pulling away and standing up, stretching with a yawn and happy sigh.
"Bed sounds perfect," she says as she lowers her arms, smiling at him.
"Bed sounds perfect," she says as she lowers her arms, smiling at him.
Ted gets up and stretches too - he'd been reluctant to move, but thankfully when he doesn't have Joan snuggled up to him anymore, it's easier to get up.
He joins her to the bathroom so they can brush their teeth together and get ready for bed.
He joins her to the bathroom so they can brush their teeth together and get ready for bed.
They don't get to do this very often these days, and she misses it. The simple intimacy of standing shoulder to shoulder at the mirror and brushing their teeth is wonderful.
Once they're done Joan heads into the bedroom and begins to undress, shedding her clothing piece by piece, not trying to be sexy but still intimate, being with him in a way she wouldn't be with anyone else.
Once they're done Joan heads into the bedroom and begins to undress, shedding her clothing piece by piece, not trying to be sexy but still intimate, being with him in a way she wouldn't be with anyone else.
She might not be trying to be sexy, but she doesn't have to try. He undresses too, enjoying the comfortable silence. But before she has a chance to climb into bed, he does step over to her to rest his hands on her waist and give her a soft, loving kiss.
She hums and slides her arms over his shoulders to embrace him and kiss him back, softly at first, and then more firmly, with more purpose. They've been so busy, much of their time together comprised of stolen moments. But now they have this whole evening together, and she doesn't want it to go to waste.
It's nice how easy it is for them communicate their intent, that just like that Ted knows she doesn't want to just snuggle up and cuddle until they fall asleep. Doing so definitely wouldn't be a waste in Ted's eyes, but this is even better.
They make it into bed, and while there's a bit of urgency brought on by not having done this in a little bit, Ted makes sure to take his time. It's slow and gentle and loving, until it's not so slow or gentle (but always loving). And it's perfectly imperfect, as all good things are.
They make it into bed, and while there's a bit of urgency brought on by not having done this in a little bit, Ted makes sure to take his time. It's slow and gentle and loving, until it's not so slow or gentle (but always loving). And it's perfectly imperfect, as all good things are.
It's beautiful, the two of them in sync with one another, the passion between them flowing like water, every breath and cry and motion an act of love.
When it's over, Joan takes a moment just to catch her breath and bask. Then she rolls over to snuggle up with Ted.
"That was really nice," she murmurs with a smile.
When it's over, Joan takes a moment just to catch her breath and bask. Then she rolls over to snuggle up with Ted.
"That was really nice," she murmurs with a smile.
"Yeah," he agrees softly, letting out a happy sigh as he wraps an arm around her, gently tracing his fingertips across her arm, just gentle touches of affection. He's fighting sleepiness, not wanting the night to end just yet, even if he knows it's only a matter of time.
"You coming to the match tomorrow?" he asks, mostly just to have something to talk about so he doesn't fall asleep.
"You coming to the match tomorrow?" he asks, mostly just to have something to talk about so he doesn't fall asleep.
"Wouldn't miss it," she answers, brushing her fingertips gently against his chest. She's rather sleepy too, and is likewise trying to stay awake just a little bit longer.
"This has been a wonderful Christmas," she murmurs.
"This has been a wonderful Christmas," she murmurs.
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