trashchildren | For Joan

He smiles at the touch, and continues to gently wash her. Even as she's definitely clean he continues just gently massaging her back, before he leans forward to plant a kiss between her shoulder blades.

...If his plan was to not get distracted, he's maybe doing a bad job of it now. He just wants to make her feel good.

It feels wonderful. As he presses his lips between her shoulder blades she draws a slow breath and sighs it out. She carefully sits up, turns her head, reaches back to curl a hand around the back of his neck, and guides his head down so she can give him a full, lingering kiss.

Ted smiles, returning the kiss happily. Well, at least he's not the only one getting distracted. The angle is not ideal for making out, but it doesn't matter. Both the intent and the feeling is there, and it definitely makes him feel some things.

He rests his hand on her sides, then slides them forward to her stomach, embracing her but in a way that is definitely pretty suggestive.

She moans softly into his mouth as his hands slide onto her stomach. Their positions are extremely awkward here, but she's feeling some things and knows he is too, and she's willing to make it work somehow.

"Help me turn around," she murmurs against his lips. "I want to face you."

Probably would've been easier to do this while they were both capable of standing upright easily, sure, but here they are. They could just dry off and move to the bedroom, but right now they're probably not very clear-headed or patient.

"Alright," he answers softly, smiling. He helps her move and adjust the chair, so there's room for her being in front of him.

The idea of drying off and moving to the bedroom is almost academic at this point. It's possible, sure, but it's also not something Joan is even thinking of at this moment.

Once she's settled, she reaches out to put her hands on his hips and gently pulls him toward her, pressing her lips to his belly.

Ted lets himself be pulled closer, his mouth falling slightly open as she presses his lips against his skin. This specifically hadn't actually crossed his mind, so now he's suddenly not sure what to do. He strokes her hair almost entirely by instinct, just wanting to touch her.

Joan pulls back a little, taking stock of their relative positioning. This might be a little awkward, but she thinks she can manage.

She maneuvers him by his hips, back a little and slightly to the side. Then, looking up at him, she slides a hand to trail over to his groin to lightly brush her fingertips over his cock, watching for his reaction, both to the touch and to what she's about to do.

Ted enjoys the way she's maneuvering him, just guiding him through touch, and he is more than willing to follow her wordless directions.

He gasps softly at her fingertips, then lets out a shaky breath, his eyes locked with hers.

They haven't actually done this before, and while it wasn't necessarily something he felt was lacking, now that it's happening he feels an almost intoxicating amount of anticipation. The arousal is obvious both in his face and under her fingertips.

He wants to ask her if she's sure, if she's up for it, but she certainly looks sure, so he's not going to argue.

She's very sure. Right now she wants to make him feel good, to see his face and hear his voice and feel his body as she pleasures him like this.

Her eyes still locked on his, she gives him a small, slightly mischievous smile, and then leans down and gives the head of his cock a tiny, teasing little cat lick.

"Oh boy.." he breathes, both her look and the sensation going straight to his spine, but so brief and leaving him yearning for more. He lets out a soft laugh. He feels a little lost, both for words and for what to do, but he doesn't terribly mind.

He puts a hand on her cheek, stroking it with her thumb, and looking down at her with equal parts adoration and arousal.

She loves the sound of his voice, those two words so perfectly him, and she's glad he's clearly eager and aroused. The hand on her cheek and that look of adoration makes her heart swell. She leans into the touch, just for a moment, her eyes still on his.

Then she leans forward and takes him into her mouth, closing her lips on him and slowly pulling back, lips and tongue caressing his shaft, until she comes to the head, which she sucks on gently before letting it pull from her mouth with a soft pop.

Ted lets out a moan from deep in his chest, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment, before he opens them again so he can look at her doing that. It feels amazingly good, like he'd forgotten how nice that feels.

He bites his lip as she gently sucks, holding his breath for a moment, then letting out shaky sigh as she pulls back.

"Holy smokes, you are amazing, you know that?" he says, voice deep and rumbly with lust.

"I'm glad you like it," she says with a smile, her own cheeks softly flushed with arousal. Her smile warms. "I love you so much," she murmurs.

Then she leans forward again, taking him into her mouth again, a little deeper this time, the head of his cock bumping gently against her soft palate. Again she slowly draws back, except this time when she reaches the head she teases it with a swirl of her tongue, then moves in again, taking him deep.

"You t--" he starts, but breaks off with a gasp.

Oh goodness, she's really good at that. He's suddenly glad the shower is muffling the sound, because he can't physically stop himself from moaning as her mouth moves around him.

As she takes him deep, his hand (which has slid to the back of her head) tightens in her hair, before he quickly lets go to avoid tugging at her hair.

The shower is definitely producing a fair amount of white noise to mask his moans. Sherlock's senses being particularly sharp, he can probably still make out that there's some degree of sex going on in the shower. He's not going to say anything about it, though, and will move to another part of the apartment to not listen.

Joan isn't thinking about that, though. His moans are amazing, as is the hand in her hair. When he lets go of her hair she reaches up to put her hand over his, holding it to her head as she continues to slowly move her mouth along his cock. He can tug at her hair. It's okay. She likes it.

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.

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.

"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.

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..."

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.

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.

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."

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."

"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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