trashchildren | For Joan

"Now that you mention it," he answers, smiling. Ted generally doesn't consider himself very suave, but him and Joan have developed this flirty playfulness, and it's a lot of fun.

He gives her a kiss, taking the bottom of her tunic and pulling it upwards.

Joan sighs happily into the kiss, her lips parting. She breaks the kiss to let him pull the tunic up and off, then immediately kisses him again, taking the edge of his sweater and pulling it up on return.

Ted helps him pull off his sweater, pulling back from the kiss again as it goes over his head, though he doesn't immediately kiss her back after that.

"You know we're gonna have just as much trouble getting these khakis off as it was to put them on, right?" he points out, smiling.

It's alright though, he's not in a rush. Despite what they said about 'getting to the good stuff' before the shower, Ted actually enjoys the process of getting undressed. It's somewhere between domestic intimacy and foreplay.

She smiles back. "I'm sure we have time," she says. She's not going to elaborate that Sherlock and Beard will undoubtedly spend quite a bit of time happily challenging each other at chess, and hopefully even talking about other things as well. They hardly need to ruin the mood by saying that out loud.

"Here..." She sits on the bed and, smiling up at him, begins to unbuckle his belt.

You know, he's pretty glad Joan's got most of her manual dexterity back by now. This brings back enjoyable memories to just earlier today.

He just smiles at her for a second before he starts unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off while she works on his pants.

Joan is extremely glad of that, too. It was frustrating to not be able to button her own buttons or put on a bra. She might not be up for any sewing or calligraphy for a while, but a belt, button and zipper is definitely back in her wheelhouse.

Once his zipper is open she works his khakis down as far as she can before getting to the cast.

Once they get that far, Ted sits down as well, carefully threading the pants over his cast. It is, by far, the most boring part of this process.

"Can't wait to get this thing off," he comments. He looks at her with a smile to clarify. "The cast, not just the pants."

It's nice walking around with a bunch of Henry's drawings covering him, but that's about as far as it goes for positive aspects.

She laughs a little at the clarification as she helps him get his pants over the cast. "I bet. It will be really nice when we've both healed completely." She knows that they can't just put the whole thing behind them. The mental trauma will linger, even when their physical trauma has faded. But at least they'll be able to get back to their lives.

Once the khakis are free, Joan leans in, placing a gentle hand on his cheek as she kisses him again.

"I'd like to try something," she murmurs.

Ted smiles into the kiss, enjoying her soft touch on his cheek. He always feels so taken care of, and cared for, by her.

He raises his eyebrows at that though. "Alright," he answers, though he has no idea what she's talking about. But he's always up for trying stuff.

It warms her heart how trusting he is of her, to answer her with an affirmative without knowing what she has in mind. It's so important to her that she honor that trust.

"Did you bring any of your neckties here?" she asks. She thinks it's likely, if just because he might need to meet with official people at some point and might want to look presentable.

"Yeah," he answers with a nod, though somewhat confused. He knows he's definitely got the one from the gala, at least, and he thinks he might have packed another one too.

"Why?" he asks curiously. He's trying to come up with a reason, and can't quite find out that makes sense in their current situation.

"I want you to let go and trust me," she says, giving an explanation that probably only raises more questions. "Can you get the ties for me?"

She's gently taken control of the situation, and is being as careful and soft as possible, to make sure he feels safe.

"Sure," he answers. He's definitely puzzled, but he's always happy to do as asked. And he's not worried, because she seems calm and confident enough, as usual. He's trusting her request as well.

He gives her a quick kiss, then gets to his feet and heads go the dresser, fishing out the two ties and then going to hand them to her.

"Thank you," she says as she takes the ties from him. She puts one aside, and takes the other in her hands. "Sit?"

He does as asked. He still has questions, but he figures they'll get answered eventually.

There may be small stirrings in the back of his mind, but he's not paying any attention to it for the time being.

She gives him a gentle yet certain smile.

"I'm going to help you let go and concentrate on the pleasure I'm going to give you," she says, then lifts her hands, the tie draped over them. "I'm going to blindfold you." She looks at his face to gauge his reaction.

Ted blinks.

"Okay," he answers with a slow smile.

He wasn't expecting that, and he's not entirely convinced he'll like it (he likes to see her pleasure), but neither is he opposed to it. There's no fear or worry in his expression. Still mostly curiosity.

And he's definitely feeling pretty aroused by all this, but he thinks that's mostly the way she's taking charge, not to mention her talking about giving him pleasure.

She loves it when he takes such joy in making her feel good and watching his effect on her. But today she wants to do this for him. So much has been on his shoulders lately, putting him in a position of having to make difficult, weighty decisions. She wants to give him a few moments where he doesn't have to make a single decision, where he can let her take care of him.

There is one more decision he needs to make, though.

She nods toward the other tie. "I would like to tie that one around your wrists. I wouldn't tie it tight and I wouldn't knot it. You'd be able to free yourself immediately if you wanted. It would be a reminder more than anything else, to keep your hands still and let me take care of you. What do you think?"

Ted's eyes widen a bit as she finally explains. It's not entirely unlike a deer in headlights, but it's not quite like it either. He doesn't freeze up out of fear, nor does he look like he wants to be anywhere else.

"Oh," he breathes. He starts nodding before he answers.

He licks his lips. "Yeah," he answers softly, still nodding. "Yeah, I'd like that."

His eyes are still a bit wide, his body a bit tense, but it's becoming increasingly obvious that it's excitement and anticipation, not fear.

She sees how he's excited instead of frightened, and she smiles, happy and a little relieved. Considering his experience in Tucker's basement, Joan wouldn't blame him at all if he rejected the idea of being bound. That he didn't is reassuring.

"Good," she says, smiling at him, her expression so full of love for the man.

"Are you ready?" she asks, lifting the first tie

It's so not the same situation, his time in handcuffs doesn't even occur to him at the moment. And it's not like this is his first introduction to the concept. It's... occurred to him before. But in a vaguer sort of way, not with any expectation of actually doing it.

"Wait," he says. "Yeah, I just..."

He leans over and kisses her, somewhat more enthusiastically than he's done so far. He just needs to take a moment to appreciate her. He loves her so much.

She lowers the tie and leans into the kiss, humming softly, eyes drifting closed. He makes her feel so valued, so loved. She's happy she can help him feel valued and loved in return.

He cups her cheeks as he kisses her, holding her like she's something precious. And then after a bit, he pulls back slowly, dropping his hands and smiling at her. He just.. needed to get that out of his system first.

"Alright," he says, nodding and still smiling. "Yeah, I'm ready," he adds, to explicitly agree.

She opens her eyes and reaches out to gently, lovingly brush her knuckles against his cheek, just wanting to return that affection for a moment.

Then she takes the tie in her hands. She moves closer and gently puts the cloth over his eyes. She slides her fingers back along the cloth, her body softly pressing against his as her arms wrap around his neck to tie the blindfold behind his head.

That done she pulls back just enough to kiss him.

"I love you," she murmurs.

He didn't know it was possible to feel so loved and taken care of, and excited and nervous and aroused, all at the same time.

The tie doesn't cover completely, still letting a tiny bit of light in, so he closes his eyes as well. It's already kind of exciting, the way he feels her breath just a second before she kisses him.

"I know," he answers with a smile, just to say that yes, he really feels that right now, he knows it completely. "I love you too."

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