trashchildren | For Joan

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.

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..."

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

He's so good at this, at giving her such exquisite pleasure by playing her body like a violin, knowing exactly what to do and the exact right time to do it to make her body sing. It isn't long at all before Joan is panting, each breath a small cry, her body so tight as she trembles on the edge of release.

"Ted," she gasps, a helpless plea.

"I love you, Joan," Ted answers, kissing her back as he holds her close and tight, relishing in the sound of her cries, the tightness of her body, and the desperation in her voice as she warns him.

He reaches down with one hand between her legs, spreading her labia apart with his fingers, making her even more vulnerable to the water.

"I love you," she gasps in return. Then his finger slide between her legs and opens her more to the water, and the combination of his touch and the water directly hitting her clit pushes her over the edge. She comes with a cry, her body shuddering against him.

He holds her through it, and when he feels her instinctively move the shower away as it becomes too much, he takes over with his hand, just a few more touches to make her twitch and writhe in his arms, before he finally moves his hand away.

As she shudders in the aftermath, he runs his hands across her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, just loving pleasurable touches, until he finally just holds her in an embrace as she catches her breath. He kisses her back and smiles to himself, always so happy to be able to do this for her.

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