Those sounds of pleasure he's making are beautiful, and Joan can't help but moan with him, the sensation intense and the erotic sight of Ted in bliss making it even moreso. She can see his body reacting to the mounting pleasure, feel the tightening of his muscles, hear the desperation creeping into his moans. By the time he speaks, he doesn't have to say a word, and she's right there with him.

"Yes," she gasps, rubbing herself swiftly, right on the edge herself. "Ted, please, come for me...."