For Joan

[theodorelasso]

Continued from here.

(warnings: sexytimes. also, panic attacks, brutal violence, attempted murder, discussion of suicide and actual murder... )

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[theodorelasso]

"I'd trust you with anything," he answers quietly, utterly sincere.

Even if there are things he hasn't shared yet, he knows he will eventually. And even if there are things that are scary and difficult, he knows he can do it with her support.

He leans down to kiss her again, lovingly, but now maybe also with a bit more purpose. That also becomes more evident as his hand wanders across her body and down between her legs, rubbing against her.

[formersurgeon]

Joan knows there are things he hadn't shared with her, as well as things he still hasn't shared, his father's suicide the most prominent example. But she doesn't think it's because he doesn't trust her. She thinks he just doesn't want to face those issues himself.

She hums as she returns the kiss, definitely noticing the increased sense of purpose. The hum turns into a quiet whimper as his hand slides between her legs, and her hips yearn upward, pressing herself needfully against that hand.

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Ted shifts a bit, pressing his body against her side, wanting that skin contact even if he doesn't intend to use anything but his hand or maybe his mouth. He loops his leg over her leg, pulling her thighs apart like that.

He continues rubbing the hand against her, two fingers slipping inside as he provides that stimulation she craves, firm enough that it probably won't take terribly long, now she's waited for a while. Soon he moves from kissing her mouth to kissing her neck, nuzzling up behind her ear.

"What do you think would be more fun..." he asks, whispering against her ear, once he's got her worked up pretty good. "Seeing how many times I can make you come, or seeing how many times I can bring you just to the edge before you can't wait any longer?"

He hadn't intended to do anything special, really, but once he got into it, well, he got into it.

[formersurgeon]

She's started panting softly, her body gently writhing against his, when he whispers in her ear. She gives a breathless laugh. Both of the options sound equally torturous...and equally amazing.

"The second," she pants with a smile. "Make me beg."

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"Your wish is my command," he whispers playfully with a smile, nipping a little at her ear. "Warn me like you usually do then, okay?"

He'll leave it up to her if she wants to try to come or try to resist, but he appreciates the warning to make him not have go guess, even if he's pretty good at reading her by now.

The first time he doesn't wait for a warning though, not wanting to push it too close, just warming up. He just massages her for a while longer, before he pulls his hand back and licks his fingers, then instead going to gently play with her breasts and nipples for a while.

[formersurgeon]

She giggles a little when he nips at her ear. "Will do," she promises with a smile.

She lets herself relax in his embrace as he touches her, just enjoying it, knowing that he'll soon stop. When he refocuses his attention on her breasts she smiles up at him, both warm and playful.

"I love you," she murmurs.

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"You too," he answers happily. And he loves being able to do stuff like this with her in a relaxing and fun way. There's no performance anxiety, no worries. Just the two of them having a good time. Because of the love and trust and understanding involved.

He sits up a bit, smiling down at her. "Roll over?"

[formersurgeon]

She's completely comfortable with him, and happy to know that he's comfortable with her. It makes this playfulness all the more enjoyable, that they can explore without worrying about misunderstandings or judgment.

"Do you want me on my side or my stomach?" she asks, pushing herself up onto her elbows.

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"On your stomach," he answers. "I figured if we're gonna have some breaks, I might as well work on turning your muscles into jello again," he says with a grin, referring to the massage he gave her. Though this one will definitely be a bit more of the erotic kind.

[formersurgeon]

"Ah!" she says as she rolls over. "Got it. That sounds nice."

She turns her head to smile at him, pillowing her cheek on her hands.

"Like this?"

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He nods and leans down to kiss her cheek, then starts giving her a backrub. Not an extremely firm one, not focusing on loosening knots, more on the enjoyment of the sensation.

He massages her shoulders and upper arms, before working down her sides and lower back, and then her butt and thighs. And then he reaches under between her legs as well, rubbing his palm up against her clitoris, just to make sure she doesn't forget why they're there.

[formersurgeon]

He's generally very good at massages, but she recognizes how this one is different. How the aim is to make her feel good in an entirely different way than your typical muscle massage. So when his hand slides between her legs and his palm rubs at her clit, she hasn't forgotten his ultimate aim. She hums happily, rocking her hips a little against that hand.

[theodorelasso]

Ted smiles and leans down to kiss her back, still rubbing his hand against her for a bit, at least enough to get her panting somewhat, before he switches back to massaging her legs, even down to her calves.

He alternates between between massaging her muscles and then a more intimate massage, building it up more than she has time to come down, slowly increasing the intensity. He definitely won't have this a lengthy build-up each time, but taking their time at first means a stronger need and frustration.

And then after quite a bit of this, he lies down next to her. "Come here.." he requests, gently guiding her to roll over so she can spoon against him.

[formersurgeon]

He's so attentive, so in tune with her body, that he's doing an amazing job at ratcheting up the pleasure and the tension. By the time he lies down next to her she is feeling distinctly hot and bothered, her enjoyment of his touch starting to be colored by her growing need for climax. She lets herself be guided, nestling against him, snuggling into his warmth.

[theodorelasso]

Ted kisses her neck and behind her ear, enjoying her body pressed against his. He reaches around, continuing to pleasure her with his hand, though not too firmly for the moment.

"How are you doing, sweetie?" he whispers next to her ear.

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"Extremely aroused," she murmurs back, a little breathless yet with a smile, raising one arm to bury her fingers into his hair and bending one knee to open herself up to him more fully. "You're very good at this," she adds.

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"You usually get good at the stuff you care about doing right," he says with a smile, nuzzling against her neck. "You want more?" he asks, still massaging her.

[formersurgeon]

Joan smiles, so touched by his words. Ted has an amazing talent of making people feel valued and valuable, and it's wonderful that he can still make her feel particularly loved, even when the baseline of how being with him makes her feel is already so high.

"Yes please," she responds to his question, curious of how he'll proceed, when he'll stop and how many times he'll stop before bringing her to climax.

[theodorelasso]

Ted obviously doesn't care about being good at sex for bragging rights, since he never talks about it, or some sort of macho self-confidence. All he cares about is making his partner feel good. And how you do that is mostly just by being attentive and dedicated.

How he proceeds is that immediately at her affirmative, he increases both the firmness and the speed of his hand against her sex, tugging her closer against him. The only way he relents from then on is by focusing more on curling his fingers inside her than on the friction against her clitoris.

He's focused entirely on reading her reactions, her breathing and her sounds, the way she writhes or tenses against him.

Once he can feel her getting close, he whispers into her ear again. "Do you want to come?"

[formersurgeon]

Joan bites her lip to try to stifle a moan as he intensifies his actions, her fingers curling in his hair as the rest of her body writhes against him, the sensation of his fingers curling inside her setting her nerves on fire. By the time he whispers she's tense and crying out softly with every panting exhale, trembling with need.

"Yes," she near-whimpers.

[theodorelasso]

It's so wonderful to see her like this, to feel and hear her like this. He almost feels bad denying her, but that was her decision, and it's only going to make things better later on.

He keeps going for as long as he dares, then suddenly slows his movements to a tantalizing near-stop, kissing her neck as she squirms. And then after a few torturous moments he moves his hand completely away, stroking the inside of her thigh, then her stomach, and then just holding her. "Not yet."

[formersurgeon]

She knew he was going to do that, of course. It's what he said he'd do, and, more importantly, it's what she asked for. But even with that knowledge the frustration is absolutely, deliciously torturous as his hand slows and then leaves her sex entirely. She groans softly, panting, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat. She just breathes, letting herself be held in his arms, warmed and comforted by his body folded around her.

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He closes his eyes, just snuggling while she catches her breath. Then after a minute, he kisses her neck before letting her go and sitting up.

"Do you want some water?" he offers. They have been at it for a while, and, well, sweating. (He hopes Beard and Sherlock aren't still playing chess outside, but they can't really be trapped in their room just because Ted feels awkward.)

[formersurgeon]

Joan rolls onto her back and smiles at him, her beloved tormentor, then glances toward the door.

"Do you think Sherlock and Beard are still in the living room?" She doesn't want Ted to be embarrassed, or to disturb their respective partners in their game, or whatever else they might be doing.

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"Well, I was gonna put on some clothes first," he points out jokingly. If not actual clothes, then at least the bathrobe.

"I gotta take my meds," he adds, so she doesn't think it's just to fetch her water. His ribs in particular have been starting to ache, and given what they're up to, that's not very comfortable.