trashchildren | For Joan

Joan shakes her head, equal parts exasperated and bemused. "Believe it or not, he was probably trying to be helpful." Sherlock just doesn't understand why people are so repressed sexually. And in Joan's mind he isn't exactly wrong. He had convinced her of the value of exercise partners, for instance. But this did cross a line, particularly with someone as private about sex as Ted.

She smiles at the condom. "That's a good idea. Definitely less cleanup."

"Well, I didn't think he was being spiteful or something," Ted answers with a soft smile. Of course he assumes it was genuinely for their benefit. Just maybe misguided. (It would have been worse if he had included sex toys or something.)

And it's not that Ted is that uncomfortable with sex in general. It's just his sex life he's private about.

This has taken some of the wind out of his sails when it comes to urgency, but he's pretty sure they can build that back up easily. Ted moves back over to Joan, just kissing her for now, placing a hand on her side and just refocusing on enjoying his time with her.

It's a good thing he didn't include sex toys. Joan definitely wants to explore sex toys sometime later and on their own terms.

Things have slowed down, but that's okay. They have time to enjoy each other and allow the tension to rebuild gradually, naturally. She kisses him gently, smiling against his lips, lightly brushing her fingertips along his side.

At least it doesn't take as long for Ted to get back into it as it took them to get to this point. Soon enough his body remembers exactly what they were doing, and then everything else sort of fades away, and he can just focus on her, on how lovely she is, on making her feel good.

After a short while of kissing and wandering hands, Ted shifts a bit, starting to kiss his way down her neck and collarbones, his hands caressing her sides, cupping her breasts. Then moving further down, trailing kisses to her breasts, brushing his lips across her nipples.

She smiles as his lips start to drift downwards. She allows her eyes to drift closed, focusing on the sensation of his mouth trailing down her neck. She draws a breath as his hands cup her breasts, a breath that turns into a soft moan as his lips brush across her sensitive nipples, her body arching slightly beneath him.

"You like that?" he asks softly, looking up at her with a smile, his mouth still hovering near her nipple, as he reaches up to gently massage her other breast. It's mostly a rhetorical question, because he's definitely noticed that she responds to it. "What more would you like me to do?" he asks, which is the part where he would very much be interested in her answer. He likes when she tells him exactly what she wants.

"Yes," she breathes, answering that rhetorical question because the communication they have in sexual situations is sexy as all hell. She loves being asked, having their intimacy be a conversation. Of course, she's also aware that Ted is prioritizing her pleasure, which she sincerely appreciates, but which she would like to reverse at some point, where it's Ted lying back while Joan pleasures him. She suspects it might not be as easy as that. He might need a little...encouragement to allow himself to be pleasured. Possibly a blindfold. Maybe some soft rope.

But right now he's pleasuring her, and she will happily tell him what she wants.

"I want my nipple in your mouth," she breathes. "I want to feel your lips...your tongue...your teeth..."

Ted might also have a slightly harder time asking for things (for himself), even when prompted. Especially in a sexual setting. As they get to know each other more and more, it gets slightly easier, but it'll always be easier to accept when it's offered, rather than request something.

Though he also realizes how much easier it gets when you ask for something. Ted might not have suggested his teeth get involved, but once asked, he's happy to comply.

It's similar to what he's already done for her a bit further down, and something he very much enjoys, using his tongue, his mouth. He kisses her nipple, sucks gently on it, licks it.. Then carefully lets his teeth graze it, very gently biting down on it, testing the waters, attentive to her reactions. "How's that?" he asks, prompting further requests, lips still against her skin and mustache gently tickling.

She hums with pleasure as he does what she asks, with his lips, his tongue...and then she gasps softly as he bites her. It's such a gentle bite, not enough to cause true pain, but that little thrill of sensation is so powerful.

It takes her a moment to collect her thoughts enough to answer his question, which should tell him a lot. "That...is amazing. Please don't stop..."

Seeing her reactions, how she's momentarily speechless, is about as exciting for Ted as if he had been feeling it himself. He absolutely adores seeing her like this. He has zero intention of stopping.

He does shift slightly to give her other breast the same kind of attention though. And while his mouth is at her right nipple, he reaches up to cup her left breast, massaging it, letting his thumb flick across the nipple.

Soon that hand wanders further down though, along her hip bone and between her legs - but skirting right past where she's most sensitive. At the same time as he tries a second bite (slightly harder this time, but still careful), he squeezes the inside of her thigh.

That wandering hand has Joan in suspense, anticipating what it's going to do, where it's going to go. When it slips between her legs yet doesn't touch her where she's hot and wet and yearning, she bites her lip, holding back a small sound of frustration, her body becoming so desperate for his touch.

Then he bites her nipple and squeezes her thigh and she damn near comes, her body arching as she cries out.

Her reactions do not disappoint, and Ted smiles against her skin, her cry basically going straight to his nethers. He's pretty desperate to be touched now too, though he enjoys putting it off. He knows they'll get to it.

"That's what I like to hear," he murmurs, both his delight and his arousal present in his voice.

And then before she has a chance to fully recover, he does touch her where she's yearning to be touched, slipping a hand inside her panties, catching her clitoris between his fingers as he rubs up against her. He continues licking and sucking her nipple as well, as he rubs his palm against her clit. She's so wet that his fingers slip easily inside her, curling up to massage her, not wasting more time before bringing her to the edge.

The sound of his voice just adds to it all, the delight and arousal adding an extra dimension of pleasure to Ted's skilled and attentive and relentless stimulation. It's incredible and maddening and Joan presses her hand to her mouth to try to stifle her cries as her body writhes to his touch, the sensation building and compounding and heightening...she's trembling on the edge and god, she's going to fall apart...

"Ted," she gasps desperately.

He loves hearing his name gasped like that.

Though, not for the first time, he takes that sound of desperation as a sign to slow down, to lighten his touch. His lips barely caressing her nipple. Just to extend that moment, let it drag out....

Before once again intensifying his efforts, with both hand and mouth, giving in to her desire, giving her exactly what she wants and needs. And this time he knows to include a small bite on her nipple as well.

Oh god, the way he slows down is driving her absolutely insane, and she bites her lip again, moaning in frustration, in need...

And then he rubs her, sucks her, fingers her, and the instant he bites her nipple she comes, hard, crying out as her body shudders beneath him, pleasure rushing through her like a brushfire, burning away all thought and awareness besides the force of this ecstasy.

He continues pleasuring her all the way through, basking in the sound of her voice, the way she writhes and tenses under him and around his fingers - then slowing down as she comes down from the peak, but keeping it up long enough for her to twitch with over-sensitivity before he finally pulls his hand away.

He licks her taste off his fingers, then reaches out for a tissue from the box he pulled out to quickly wipe himself off, before focusing solely on just showering her with gentle affection as she basks in the afterglow. Placing soft kisses on her chest, gently caressing her stomach and her breasts.

She comes down from the climax, soft and relaxed in the afterglow. She lifts a hand to pet his hair, her fingers trembling again, her body wrung of what strength it had. She has no regrets.

"First of all," she murmurs with a smile, "I love you so much. Second, you are amazingly good at that."

Ted glows at the praise, so happy he can do this for her. "Thank you. I love you too," he answers happily, enjoying the hand in his hair. He shifts a bit to lie down next to her, resting his head against her chest.

"I didn't know you liked that so much," he says, still gently caressing her breast, circling his fingertips around her nipple. She has really lovely breasts that fit very nicely in his hands, and he's very happy to give them attention. "I can't wait to find out more things you like," he adds with a smile.

Joan continues to stroke his hair, enjoying his warmth and closeness, as well as his continued caress.

"Mmm," she hums. "I'm really looking forward to finding out what you like, too." She smiles. "I want to explore with you."

"Me too," he agrees, smiling against her skin. They've gotten to a point where they're both pretty confident and good at making the other feel good. So they can at least be sure in that, and then maybe try other things as well, and still have a good time regardless of whether the experiment is a success or not.

"I like trying new things," he adds. Which is true for life in general. Right now is probably not the best time to experiment, what with their physical conditions, but it's still nice to talk about.

"It's one of the things I love about you," Joan says with a smile, turning her head to press a kiss to his hair. He loves learning new things and trying new things, and his openness to experience is refreshing, even invigorating.

"You know," she says with a suggestive smile, "we're not quite done yet."

"Oh, I haven't forgotten," he answers with a warm chuckle. It would be difficult to. His arousal is somewhat dormant, but it is still very much present. He just wants to make sure she's doing alright, since this is the first time they've done this since the gala.

"How are you doing?" he asks, pushing himself up onto an elbow. "Hope I didn't wear you out completely," he adds with a soft (and somewhat cheeky) smile.

"Not completely," she says with a smile. "I might not be able to do much, though." Her smile widens mischievously. "I could lie back and think of England," she teases.

Ted laughs at that phrase, though he gets her meaning. He's very okay with that. He can make sure she gets some enjoyment out of that as well, rather than just waiting for him to get it over with. (Though he knows that's not what she's doing - she seems to get the same kind of pleasure from making him come, as he does for her.)

"Well, I hope England gets you real excited then," he teases back, and leans over to give her a soft and loving kiss. Just taking a moment before they get all hot and bothered again, to just have a moment to be sweet and gentle.

Joan absolutely loves watching Ted come. It gives her such satisfaction to see him satisfied. She knows he'll also have her pleasure in mind, though.

"It's growing on me," she laughs as he leans in, and kisses him back with a hum, enjoying the moment. She loves him so much.

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