trashchildren | For Joan

"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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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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