Ted doesn't need to be asked twice, immediately rising to his feet. It also brings back very wonderful memories of the very first time they kissed.
"I'd like that," he answers with a smile, just as he did back then, but this time he's the one leaning in to kiss her. Still holding her hand, and resting the other one at her neck.
She smiles, remembering that moment echoed in his response. She had already been fond of him in that moment, but she couldn't have imagined how deeply she would come to love him, how deeply they would love each other.
She kisses him back, her eyes closed lifting a hand to brush lightly against his cheek. When their lips part she sighs happily and opens her eyes. "I love you," she murmurs.
The door opens and Sherlock enters, carrying the stepladder. He sees the two of them kissing and turns to the side, averting his eyes, fidgeting restlessly.
Ted turns his head as the opening door draws his attention, and he gives Joan a cheeky smile at Sherlock's timing. "You too," he whispers, before straightening up, though still resting a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey Sherlock, I got a question," he says, smiling a little.
The door opening catches her attention, too, and she answers that smile with playfully raised eyebrows. The hand on her shoulder is sweet and warm, and again makes her feel so loved.
Sherlock turns toward them, now that they're not kissing anymore, and raises his eyebrows. "Yes?"
"How come you're all cool with giving us bedroom advice, but you don't even want to see us kiss?" he asks, with obvious amusement.
He's not entirely unfamiliar with someone being so forward about his sex life - he knows Sassy. But she certainly wasn't uncomfortable with seeing Ted and Joan kiss, nor does she get so awkward about it.
"Just because I laud the benefits of orgasms to Watson's wellbeing doesn't mean I wish to watch you give them to her," Sherlock points out.
"Kisses are hardly the same thing," Joan says.
"Are they not?" Sherlock counters. "Your affection and attraction are just as much on display. When I entertain prostitutes, do I do so in your presence, Watson?"
"Okay, now that is definitely not the same thing," Joan protests.
Ted blinks, raising his eyebrows. He's not sure whether it's deeply surprising that Sherlock 'entertains' sex workers, or completely expected. Somehow it's both.
"Just as much on display, really?" he asks, mildly incredulous. It's not like this was a deeply suggestive or intense kiss, after all. He would be okay with Henry giving someone the kind of kiss he just gave.
"I think we're basing our distinction more on what would give NC-17 rating, versus PG rating," he points out.
Ted doesn't actually think it's weird that Sherlock doesn't like to see them kiss. That's fine. What's weird is that he simultaneously is totally okay with commenting on their sex life.
"I don't think it actually has anything to do with whether or not it's explicit," Joan says, her voice quiet. She leans forward a little, looking at Sherlock. "Love is hard for you. I get it. You've been hurt before."
And now Ted suddenly feels like he's the one walking in on something private. His hand tightens a little on Joan's shoulder. Not because he's uncomfortable, but because he feels a sudden sympathy for Sherlock.
He knows some of that already, of course. Perhaps all there is to really know, beyond the actual details of it. But he hadn't been thinking about that being a potential reason, but of course now it makes complete sense.
Sherlock takes a breath, looking up and away. He looks back at them and holds out the folded stepladder.
"Where would you like this?" he says.
Joan nods a little. She gets why he doesn't want to talk about it, especially if it's still painful enough that he doesn't even want to see Joan and Ted being cute and affectionate with each other. She looks up at Ted for his instruction.
"Bathroom, I guess," he answers, a bit more softly than he was speaking a moment ago. "Thanks."
And then, as Sherlock is about to leave the room, he speaks up, though still softly. "Hey, Sherlock. How about we try not to get too cutesy in front of you, and you refrain from commenting on or giving advice about our love life. Sound fair?" he asks, though he says it kindly, not confrontational. That's just some boundary setting he needs to do, while offering up a boundary for Sherlock as well.
And laugh she does, as she kisses him with as much force and passion as she can, totally committing to the bit to get all their passion and cuteness out in one kiss.
Then she hears Sherlock coming out of the bathroom and she pulls back, grinning and trying to suppress a giggle.
Sherlock sees them and shakes his head, but there's a twitch of amusement at the corner of his mouth.
"I set it up in the shower for you," he says. "Do you need assistance getting Watson to the bathroom?" he asks Ted. He has no intention whatsoever of going past the door.
"I think we've got it, thanks," he answers, his smile going from silly to just generally pleasant. She's already in the wheelchair, so the actual moving will happen probably after they've started undressing.
He grabs his crutch and hangs it from his arm, so he can have it if he needs it, but for now he can just lean on the wheelchair. "You good?" he asks Joan, ready to wheel her along to the bathroom.
And with that, Ted wheels her off to the bathroom, and parks her right next to the stool. "He didn't tell me to enjoy my shower," he comments jokingly, pretending to be pouty about it, as he goes to turn the shower on to warm it up.
"I'm sure it was just an oversight," Joan says with a smile. She suspects it's actually because he expects Ted to be focusing on Watson and making her feel good, and she suspects he's right about that.
She watches him turn on the shower, then looks around the bathroom. There's soap and shampoo and conditioner and body wash and loofahs and everything. Sherlock really spared no expense to make sure the place was ready for them.
"Alright, let's get like Leslie Nielsen's gun," he says, pulling off his hoodie and setting it down, then holding out his hands offering to help Joan with her clothes.
"Naked?" she responds, amused. She grasps the lower hem of her shirt and starts pulling it upward, but discovers to her confusion and consternation that the combination of her weakness and lack of fine motor skills is making it hard to pull it up all the way.
"Bingo Ringo," he answers with a chuckle. He's glad she usually gets his references. She's a well-informed lady.
He reaches out and gently helps her off with her shirt without comment. He doesn't want to completely take over though, and figures it's probably good exercise if she tries to do it herself, and he'll just help her along when she gets stuck.
She appreciates that he's there to assist her, not do everything for her. She imagines she'll need less and less assistance as the days go by. At least she hopes so.
"Could you get my bra?" she asks. She knows she can't get it and figures this will just save time and struggle.
"Oh how we've grown, you wouldn't even let me try first time we got together," he quips cheerfully, stepping behind her to unhook it for her, and putting it in the pile with all their other clothes.
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"I'd like that," he answers with a smile, just as he did back then, but this time he's the one leaning in to kiss her. Still holding her hand, and resting the other one at her neck.
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She kisses him back, her eyes closed lifting a hand to brush lightly against his cheek. When their lips part she sighs happily and opens her eyes. "I love you," she murmurs.
The door opens and Sherlock enters, carrying the stepladder. He sees the two of them kissing and turns to the side, averting his eyes, fidgeting restlessly.
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"Hey Sherlock, I got a question," he says, smiling a little.
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Sherlock turns toward them, now that they're not kissing anymore, and raises his eyebrows. "Yes?"
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He's not entirely unfamiliar with someone being so forward about his sex life - he knows Sassy. But she certainly wasn't uncomfortable with seeing Ted and Joan kiss, nor does she get so awkward about it.
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"Kisses are hardly the same thing," Joan says.
"Are they not?" Sherlock counters. "Your affection and attraction are just as much on display. When I entertain prostitutes, do I do so in your presence, Watson?"
"Okay, now that is definitely not the same thing," Joan protests.
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"Just as much on display, really?" he asks, mildly incredulous. It's not like this was a deeply suggestive or intense kiss, after all. He would be okay with Henry giving someone the kind of kiss he just gave.
"I think we're basing our distinction more on what would give NC-17 rating, versus PG rating," he points out.
Ted doesn't actually think it's weird that Sherlock doesn't like to see them kiss. That's fine. What's weird is that he simultaneously is totally okay with commenting on their sex life.
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Sherlock tightens his jaw and looks down.
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He knows some of that already, of course. Perhaps all there is to really know, beyond the actual details of it. But he hadn't been thinking about that being a potential reason, but of course now it makes complete sense.
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"Where would you like this?" he says.
Joan nods a little. She gets why he doesn't want to talk about it, especially if it's still painful enough that he doesn't even want to see Joan and Ted being cute and affectionate with each other. She looks up at Ted for his instruction.
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And then, as Sherlock is about to leave the room, he speaks up, though still softly. "Hey, Sherlock. How about we try not to get too cutesy in front of you, and you refrain from commenting on or giving advice about our love life. Sound fair?" he asks, though he says it kindly, not confrontational. That's just some boundary setting he needs to do, while offering up a boundary for Sherlock as well.
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Sherlock turns back, considering that for a moment, then nods. "Sounds fair," he agrees, then heads to the bathroom.
Joan leans her head against Ted's wrist with a contented sigh.
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"Okay, he's gone, quick," he whispers urgently, then leans down to kiss her. Mostly to make her laugh by being silly.
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Then she hears Sherlock coming out of the bathroom and she pulls back, grinning and trying to suppress a giggle.
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...They probably do look pretty cutesy even while not doing anything, huh? Whoops.
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"I set it up in the shower for you," he says. "Do you need assistance getting Watson to the bathroom?" he asks Ted. He has no intention whatsoever of going past the door.
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He grabs his crutch and hangs it from his arm, so he can have it if he needs it, but for now he can just lean on the wheelchair. "You good?" he asks Joan, ready to wheel her along to the bathroom.
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Sherlock nods and goes to sit down again. "Enjoy your shower, Watson."
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She watches him turn on the shower, then looks around the bathroom. There's soap and shampoo and conditioner and body wash and loofahs and everything. Sherlock really spared no expense to make sure the place was ready for them.
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He reaches out and gently helps her off with her shirt without comment. He doesn't want to completely take over though, and figures it's probably good exercise if she tries to do it herself, and he'll just help her along when she gets stuck.
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"Could you get my bra?" she asks. She knows she can't get it and figures this will just save time and struggle.
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