Joan walks slowly, appreciating the care. She's feeling strong and steady, and only needs to lean on his arm a couple times as they make their way into the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
Sherlock returns carrying a beautifully carved chess set. He sees Beard sitting alone in the living room, and sits down across the coffee table from him, setting the board down and taking out the pieces.
"I take it the happy couple has retired to the bedroom?" he says as he begins to place the pieces in their squares.
"They were gonna play video games," Beard answers, sitting forward in the chair. He's not entirely convinced that's what's going to happen in there, but he's not gonna make any immediate assumptions either way, considering it's Ted.
"As far as euphemisms go, that one is a little uninspired, isn't it?" Sherlock comments, glancing up at Beard and wrinkling his nose, before continuing to set up the board.
In the bedroom, Joan takes Ted's hands again, and tugs him toward the bed, a suggestive glint in her eye.
"Yes, I imagine you have," Sherlock says. "I imagine Ted comes up with quite fascinating ways to make such things sound as wholesome as possible." Sherlock gestures to the board. "Black or white?"
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Joan's smile warms at that, and she steps close, into his arms, and kisses him.
"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.
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.
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.
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.
"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.
"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.
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?"
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Sherlock returns carrying a beautifully carved chess set. He sees Beard sitting alone in the living room, and sits down across the coffee table from him, setting the board down and taking out the pieces.
"I take it the happy couple has retired to the bedroom?" he says as he begins to place the pieces in their squares.
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In the bedroom, Joan takes Ted's hands again, and tugs him toward the bed, a suggestive glint in her eye.
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Ted doesn't need to be persuaded, following her easily. She may look suggestive, but he looks adoring. "I love you so much.."
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Joan's smile warms at that, and she steps close, into his arms, and kisses him.
"I love you," she murmurs as their lips part.
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"Do you need help taking off your clothes?" he asks, tugging gently at her tunic. He's picked up the suggestiveness by now, smiling a little cheekily.
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He gives her a kiss, taking the bottom of her tunic and pulling it upwards.
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"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.
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"Here..." She sits on the bed and, smiling up at him, begins to unbuckle his belt.
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He just smiles at her for a second before he starts unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off while she works on his pants.
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Once his zipper is open she works his khakis down as far as she can before getting to the cast.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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"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.
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She's gently taken control of the situation, and is being as careful and soft as possible, to make sure he feels safe.
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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.
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There may be small stirrings in the back of his mind, but he's not paying any attention to it for the time being.
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"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.
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"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.
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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?"
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