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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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.)

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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.

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She laughs a little at the thought of him walking into the living room entirely in the buff. Sherlock wouldn't blink, not being the sort to be scandalized about nudity, but he would be surprised by Ted being so bold. She thinks Beard's reaction would likely be similar.

"Water would be nice," she says with a smile.

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He leans down to give her a kiss, then grabs some paper to wipe his hand off. He doesn't bother getting properly dressed, just grabbing the bathrobe, though he does put on underwear underneath first.

He just grabs one crutch, so he can carry stuff back, before heading to the bathroom.

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Joan watches him go, smiling fondly. She hopes he can manage on one crutch without too much trouble.

Once he's out of the room, Joan brushes her fingertips idly along her stomach. She's tempted to touch herself, to relieve the ache between her legs. But that seems counter to their purpose.

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Sherlock and Beard aren't in the living room, and neither is the board. At least Ted doesn't have to worry about being embarrassed.

He takes his own medication, and brings Joan's for later. Then he heads to the kitchen to grab two water bottles from the fridge. (Flat, of course.) He'd gotten some specifically because it's easier for him to carry than glasses.

Soon enough he's back in the bedroom.

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Joan sits up and holds out a hand for the water bottle with a smile.

"I take it Sherlock and Beard are gone?" she says. She didn't hear any voices, so it seems likely the two of them headed out to give them some privacy, which she appreciates.

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"Along with their chess board," Ted affirms with a smile, handing her the bottle. He's glad they don't have to worry too much about the noise. (He hopes they left early, so they didn't hear him earlier, but it's not like he's going to ask.)

He discards the bathrobe and sits down, drinking some water as well before he sets it on the nightstand.

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She hums, taking the water bottle and having a go at the cap. It takes more effort than it would under normal circumstances, but she is able to open it, and she lifts the bottle in cheers to him before taking a celebratory drink of the cold water.

"That's for the best," she says, recapping the bottle and setting it aside. "They're either at 221B or in the park."

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Ted nods in agreement. He doesn't really want to consider that any further though, so he leaves the subject there. At least now they don't have to worry too much about their volume, which will be nice. (And actually pretty rare.) Ted naturally tries to be a bit quiet (when having sex, not necessarily otherwise), because he is private and shy about it, but if he does get loud, it's good to not have to be embarrassed afterwards. And from what he can tell, Joan does like it when he shows his appreciation.

"I look forward to falling asleep with just the two of us," he says softly, reaching out for her hand. Nakedly, as previously discussed.

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Joan definitely tries to be quiet when there's a chance of being overheard, partly to be considerate, partly because the last thing she wants to do is invite Sherlock's commentary. He'd almost certainly analyze the sound to gauge her level of satisfaction or calculate how many times she'd climaxed up to that point or determine how Ted was pleasuring her. She doesn't need that, and neither does Ted.

With them being alone in the apartment, though, she might be willing to be a bit more vocal.

She takes his hand with a smile, squeezing it gently, and leans in to give him a soft kiss.

"Me too," she says softly as she pulls back.

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Ted kisses her back happily, smiling as she pulls back. He loves her so much - he thinks this a lot, but it really is on his mind a lot. She's also looking gorgeous, which is also always true, but her relaxed nudity combined with that hint of latent arousal and need is really, well, sexy.

He gets properly into bed to sit next to her, and reaches out to stroke her abdomen with his fingertips. "You want to keep going?" he asks quietly, smiling. She's had a little time to cool down now.

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She loves him so much. It's on her mind constantly, the thought of him giving her a warm rush of happiness every time it surfaces, which is frequently. This man and this love have made her life immeasurably better. He is also just as handsome as he is sweet and kind, and she finds him extremely sexy. Especially now, speaking those words in that voice and with that smile. She smiles back.

"I could go for that," she says with a playfully false casualness.

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"Yeah?" he asks, just as playful, as his fingertips trace downwards until they find her sensitive spot, rubbing two fingers on either side of her clitoris. Still gently and slowly, gauging just how sensitive and needy she is.

"You'd like that?" he whispers. He's clearly having fun being a little teasing.

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She gasps softly when his fingers touch her warm, wet, sensitive sex, then bites her lip and makes a small, needful sound as his fingers slide against her, the sensation wonderful and yet just not quite what her body is hungry for.

"It would be nice," she answers with a flicker of a playful smile on her otherwise aroused expression.

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The answer is pretty needy, but not quite desperate yet. But he's going to work on that. She wanted him to make her beg, and he has every intention to.

"Well, luckily I love to do nice things for you," he says with a warm chuckle. He leans in to kiss her, just briefly before pulling back and taking his hand away as well.

He pushes the covers back, then crawls over to kneel between her legs, gently stroking her thighs. He jerks his head a little, inviting her to make herself comfortable.

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She kisses him back with a hum, then sighs a little in frustration as he breaks the kiss and removes his hand. It feels so good to have him stroking her thighs, though. At his nod she lies back, settling into the bed, one arm up and under her head so she can watch him, her legs parted to open herself to him, a gesture both needful and accommodating.

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He smiles at the way she offers herself up to him, but he doesn't get right to it. As he leans down, he instead starts kissing the inside of her thigh, his hands stroking her legs, tracing patterns with his fingertips.

He kisses his way up the inside of her leg, but at least this time he doesn't do a detour, instead going right where she wants him to go. He kisses her clit gently, with more affection than providing stimulation. And then, without warning, and rather intensely, he sucks on it.

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He takes his time, and it's at once wonderful and maddening. When he finally comes to her clit she sighs happily at the brush of his lips, reaching down to settle her hand on his head, petting his hair.

Then she gasps at the sudden rush of sensation as he sucks on it, her body arching slightly and her hand reflexively clenching tight in his hair.

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He loves the way her entire body reacts, the gasp she makes, and he loves the hand in his hair, tugging almost but not quite painfully. He keeps sucking, his tongue flicking across her clit in his mouth.

And then he lets go. He doesn't want to push her over the edge too quick. He's pretty sure he can push her to the edge and no further at least once more. But he doesn't pull away.

"How's that?" he asks, smiling slightly as his lips brush against her as he speaks.

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"Fuck," she groans in protest when he stops, her body restless and slightly writhing in frustration and desperation. "Don't stop..." she near babbles. "I need it...god Ted, I need to come..."

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Oh, it is really beautiful to see her like this. Not because her desperation itself is enjoyable, but because she's so overcome, and he's so looking forward to giving her what she wants and needs.

He reaches up and gently pushes two fingers inside her, sliding in so easily with how wet she is. He curls them upward, slowly massaging her g-spot.

"You remember I asked you to warn me first, right?" he says, smiling.

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Joan is falling apart in front of him, her self control dissolving in pleasure and need. She cries out as his fingers slide inside her, and near sobs as he strokes her g-spot. She remembers promising that she'll warn him when she's about to come, and it's not long at all before her body is trembling.

"Ted..." she moans. "I'm..."

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He almost feels bad. Almost.

He watches her closely, completely focused on her reactions as he slows down, like he did earlier, for a tantalizing moment, and then pulls back completely.

He strokes gently at her thighs and leans up to kiss her stomach, just to continue to give her some affection and closeness. To soothe the frustration just a little.