trashchildren | For Joan

She helps him pull off her shirt, setting it aside, then reaches behind her back to unhook her bra. She knows that men often like to try to unhook a woman's bra, but in her experience it always winds up being awkward and frustrating, so she decides to just move past it, sliding the bra off. She's now just as undressed as he is, and she takes a moment to focus on kissing him, her chest softly pressed to his.

Honestly, for Ted, it's even more enjoyable to watch her take it off herself. Just some kind of difference in mindset. He's not here to conquer her or anything along those lines. Seeing her take it off, like she wants him to see her, to be close to him without anything in between them, that's much better.

Her skin is so soft and lovely and warm, and when she presses up close to him like that, she can probably feel how aroused he already is.

She can feel his arousal, and as she continues kissing him, she runs one hand down his torso and very gently cups him through his trousers, paying attention to how he reacts. Joan finds herself wanting to be careful with him, to not move too fast. She doesn't want there to be any chance that he feels like she pushed him into something he wasn't ready for.

Ted gasps softly into her mouth, but he definitely isn't pulling away. Quite the opposite, he leans into her with a soft moan. Oh, it's been a while since he felt like this, and he's forgotten how good it feels.

It does fill him with a little bit more sense of urgency though, as he starts gently but a bit more firmly maneuvering them both towards the bed, kicking off his sneakers as he goes.

Joan lets him guide her back to the bed. When the back of her legs pump against the edge she sits down, her eyes still upturned to him as she reaches down and unzips her heeled boots, slipping them off and setting them aside. That done she stands again and reaches for his belt, leaning in to kiss him as she unbuckles it, then unbuttons and unzips his fly.

Ted's mostly been letting her take the lead, not wanting to rush things nor to push her, but she definitely wants this just as much as he does, and he's starting to get more confident and, well, enthusiastic.

As soon as his pants are opened, he pushes them to the floor and steps out of them, then wraps an arms around her back and climbs into bed, pulling her along with him. He returns to kissing her neck, though this time he's running his hands over her body, wanting to feel all of her, and more importantly, make her feel good.

She absolutely loves the confidence and enthusiasm, laughing again as he drags her into bed with him. As he kisses her and touches her, she does her best to wriggle out of her skirt and leggings, wanting to be naked for him, to give him her entire body to touch and kiss and taste.

Her laughter is pretty much the best sound in the world, and he smiles happily against her skin, reassured and spurred on. He helps with pushing the skirt and leggings out of the way, without really looking, as he's busy kissing his way down her collarbone, tasting her skin.

He runs his hands over her sides, reaching up to cup her boobs, then down again to grasp the inside of her thigh, as he kisses her breast, running his lips across her nipple. Paying close attention to her every reaction, figuring out what she likes and what she doesn't like, so he can make her feel as good as possible.

She's utterly unsurprised that he's so attentive, so focused on pleasuring her. He's the sort of man who takes great pleasure in the happiness of others, and she loves him for it.

His lips feel amazing on her nipple, and she moans softly, arching her back a bit to chase that sensation, her hips likewise yearning upward ever so slightly, tantalized by the presence of that hand on her thigh.

Ted responds to both the moan and the arching, focusing more on that, and his hand moving upwards along the inside of her thigh. He lifts his head a little to watch her as he presses his palm up against her crotch, rubbing against her.

"Would you like me to go down on you?" he asks quietly, voice a deep rumble of desire.

For all that Ted can be shy and embarrassed around flirting and sex, when he's actually doing it, he's far too focused and devoted to be embarrassed by it.

She gasps softly as his hand presses between her legs, and moans as he rubs her, biting her lip. He can doubtless feel how hot and wet she is, already deeply aroused.

Joan can't help but be a little surprised at how forthright he is, much more used to shy and awkward Ted. But both the question and the voice, deep and yet still pure Kansas, are devastatingly sexy.

"God yes," she replies, her own voice heavy with need. "Please."

Ted smiles warmly, moving down a little and leans his head down again to kiss at her stomach, trailing a path of kisses down to her hipbone as he moves his hand away again, to reach up and pull down her underwear.

"Tell me how you like it. Let me know what you want more of," he requests, then reaches over for her hands, so he can lift them to his hair, so she can direct him how she wants. He finds it far easier to do a good job when he knows what he's doing right. And he also finds it really sexy to be asked for things.

She bends her knees and lets them fall open, opening herself to him. She smiles as he places her hands in his hair, and strokes it first before sliding her fingers into it.

"Start slow," she murmurs. "Lick me gently."

Ted obliges, though he kisses his way down there first. He gives a soft sound of approval once he gives the first lick, enjoying the taste of her. He takes his time as he uses his mouth and lips, his hands on the insides of her thighs, rubbing circles on her skin with his thumbs.

This, at least, is something he's actually done quite a lot over the years, and he very much enjoys doing. And he finds it exciting to discover exactly what Joan responds to, what things manage to pull those sounds from her.

He's so good at this. Joan lets herself sink into the sensation. He's so attentive and responsive that instead of using words to tell him what feels good, what she wants, she communicates with him with her gasps and cries and moans, with the flexing of her hips and the tightening of her hands in his hair.

Ted's grateful for effective communication and vocal response. It's basically the best reward, those sounds from her as he makes her squirm with his mouth, licking and sucking. Eventually he gets his fingers involved too, as there's only so much he can reach with his tongue, and he wants to drive her over the edge.

Oh god, when those fingers slide inside her it's almost unbearable. It's only a moment of his mouth and fingers working in concert before Joan's body arches as she comes, crying out his name.

Ted has to stop himself from smiling when she comes, contracting around his fingers, just so he can continue doing what he's doing until she's properly done, not stopping until she actually pushes him away.

Oh god, it's so intense, completely overloading her system, she can barely breathe as wave after wave roll over her, obliterating everything but this sheer ecstasy...

Then it's too much, and she pushes him away, panting, her body trembling.

Ted sits up when she pushes him away, smiling happily, watching her for just a moment, before returning to gently kissing at her upper body. He shifts up to lie next to her, softly running his hands across her skin as she regains her breath, just gentle affectionate touches.

His gentleness and affection are so him, attentive even after the point when many men would consider their job done. And god she loves him for it.

Once she's regained enough of her breath and senses, she rolls toward him, cups his cheek, and kisses him.

"That was amazing," she breathes against his lips. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he answers quietly, smiling and looking at her with such admiration. Happy to have made her feel so good, and to get to see her like this.

He's not even that aroused anymore, fulfilled by watching her and content to just lie here, skin against skin, until she has to go, if that's what she wants.

She enjoys the moment, feeling warm and sated and cared for in the arms of this incredible man.

After a minute she lifts her face and kisses him, gentle and slow, then pulls back to meet his eyes.

"How can I return the favor?" she asks with a smile.

"You don't have to," he answers, in case she's mostly saying it out of a sense of responsibility. (Although he hopes she knows him well enough to know that he wouldn't actually feel cheated or anything like that if she didn't.)

"I mean, getting to do that was pretty amazing for me too," he adds with a smile. It's not even a justification, it's just true.

There is a touch of responsibility, not based on what he thinks in particular but on a general sense of fairness. But that's not the only, or even the biggest, reason why.

"I want to," she says, then smiles. "I want to see and hear you come."

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