trashchildren | For Joan

Yep. They're doing this.

Joan moans softly as he kisses her neck, her eyes drifting closed. She tilts her head a little, to give him more access to her neck. Meanwhile she tugs on his shirt, untucking it a little from his waistband, and slips her hand underneath to touch the bare skin of his side.

Ted draws in a little breath as she actually makes contact with his skin. Hoo boy. He smiles against the side of her neck, and then, well, since they're now definitely doing this...

He pulls back a little to grin happily at her. Then he wraps his arms around her waist and picks her up, kissing her as he makes for the bedroom. Mentally grateful that daily soccer practice keeps him in decent shape.

She laughs in surprised delight as he picks her up. He's a soccer coach and she's petite, so it's not terribly difficult to carry her. She kisses him back, her kisses increasingly hungry now that it's clear they're going all in on this. She manages to unbutton the first two buttons on his shirt on the way to the bedroom.

He closes the bedroom door with his foot as they enter. It doesn't actually matter, but there are some habits you develop after years of being a dad.

He sets her down carefully once they get to the bed - playful carrying aside, Ted is obviously not someone who's instinctively very rough or rushed. In fact, now they're here, he actually slows down a little. Even if they don't have too much of it, he wants to take his time.

Not that he's going to stop her from undressing him or anything like that, and he starts gently undressing her as well. He's just going to make sure they both enjoy every moment of it.

She loves how he's being so slow and gentle, and she responds in kind, her kisses going from hungrily impatient to slow and deep. She continues to unbutton his shirt, gently pulling it from his shoulders and off his arms, letting it drop to the floor. She spends some time allowing her hands to explore his torso, fingers running through his chest hair, thumbs gently brushing over his nipples.

Ted tries not to feel self-conscious, as he feels remarkably average next to Joan, but she doesn't seem to mind, and as long as she's happy, he's happy.

He tugs the cardigan off her and tosses it onto a dresser. (He doesn't care about his own clothes, but he's definitely not tossing hers on the floor if he can avoid it.) Then he takes a moment to pull back and just look at her for a moment. All flushed and slightly disheveled, and looking up at him like that.

"You're amazing, you know that? And gorgeous. And wonderful," he says quietly, voice coming from deep in his chest. Looking at her with reverence and admiration.

She doesn't mind his body one bit. Quite the opposite; it's his body, and he's beautiful to her.

She looks up at him, the man she's fallen for, shirtless and flushed and disheveled, and looking at her like that. Like every single word he says is true. And she believes it, wholly. She can't remember the last time someone made her feel this appreciated, this desired, this loved.

"Thank you," she answers softly. "You're incredible. In so many ways." The corner of her lip twitches upwards. "Including incredibly attractive."

Could just be that Ted spends a lot of time with shirtless young athletic men in their 20s. Probably skews his perspective a little bit. So the compliment on his attractiveness makes him smile shyly and blush a little bit. (Then again, it probably blends in with the rest of his flush.) But he knows she means it, and that makes him feel like he is too.

He doesn't know what to say to that though, but that's okay, because he just kisses her instead. There's only so many words you need.

He tugs gently at the hem of her shirt to pull it over her head, maybe try to equalize the amount of undress a little bit. It's not the first time this thought has occurred to him, but he would very much like to see her without clothes.

She helps him pull off her shirt, setting it aside, then reaches behind her back to unhook her bra. She knows that men often like to try to unhook a woman's bra, but in her experience it always winds up being awkward and frustrating, so she decides to just move past it, sliding the bra off. She's now just as undressed as he is, and she takes a moment to focus on kissing him, her chest softly pressed to his.

Honestly, for Ted, it's even more enjoyable to watch her take it off herself. Just some kind of difference in mindset. He's not here to conquer her or anything along those lines. Seeing her take it off, like she wants him to see her, to be close to him without anything in between them, that's much better.

Her skin is so soft and lovely and warm, and when she presses up close to him like that, she can probably feel how aroused he already is.

She can feel his arousal, and as she continues kissing him, she runs one hand down his torso and very gently cups him through his trousers, paying attention to how he reacts. Joan finds herself wanting to be careful with him, to not move too fast. She doesn't want there to be any chance that he feels like she pushed him into something he wasn't ready for.

Ted gasps softly into her mouth, but he definitely isn't pulling away. Quite the opposite, he leans into her with a soft moan. Oh, it's been a while since he felt like this, and he's forgotten how good it feels.

It does fill him with a little bit more sense of urgency though, as he starts gently but a bit more firmly maneuvering them both towards the bed, kicking off his sneakers as he goes.

Joan lets him guide her back to the bed. When the back of her legs pump against the edge she sits down, her eyes still upturned to him as she reaches down and unzips her heeled boots, slipping them off and setting them aside. That done she stands again and reaches for his belt, leaning in to kiss him as she unbuckles it, then unbuttons and unzips his fly.

Ted's mostly been letting her take the lead, not wanting to rush things nor to push her, but she definitely wants this just as much as he does, and he's starting to get more confident and, well, enthusiastic.

As soon as his pants are opened, he pushes them to the floor and steps out of them, then wraps an arms around her back and climbs into bed, pulling her along with him. He returns to kissing her neck, though this time he's running his hands over her body, wanting to feel all of her, and more importantly, make her feel good.

She absolutely loves the confidence and enthusiasm, laughing again as he drags her into bed with him. As he kisses her and touches her, she does her best to wriggle out of her skirt and leggings, wanting to be naked for him, to give him her entire body to touch and kiss and taste.

Her laughter is pretty much the best sound in the world, and he smiles happily against her skin, reassured and spurred on. He helps with pushing the skirt and leggings out of the way, without really looking, as he's busy kissing his way down her collarbone, tasting her skin.

He runs his hands over her sides, reaching up to cup her boobs, then down again to grasp the inside of her thigh, as he kisses her breast, running his lips across her nipple. Paying close attention to her every reaction, figuring out what she likes and what she doesn't like, so he can make her feel as good as possible.

She's utterly unsurprised that he's so attentive, so focused on pleasuring her. He's the sort of man who takes great pleasure in the happiness of others, and she loves him for it.

His lips feel amazing on her nipple, and she moans softly, arching her back a bit to chase that sensation, her hips likewise yearning upward ever so slightly, tantalized by the presence of that hand on her thigh.

Ted responds to both the moan and the arching, focusing more on that, and his hand moving upwards along the inside of her thigh. He lifts his head a little to watch her as he presses his palm up against her crotch, rubbing against her.

"Would you like me to go down on you?" he asks quietly, voice a deep rumble of desire.

For all that Ted can be shy and embarrassed around flirting and sex, when he's actually doing it, he's far too focused and devoted to be embarrassed by it.

She gasps softly as his hand presses between her legs, and moans as he rubs her, biting her lip. He can doubtless feel how hot and wet she is, already deeply aroused.

Joan can't help but be a little surprised at how forthright he is, much more used to shy and awkward Ted. But both the question and the voice, deep and yet still pure Kansas, are devastatingly sexy.

"God yes," she replies, her own voice heavy with need. "Please."

Ted smiles warmly, moving down a little and leans his head down again to kiss at her stomach, trailing a path of kisses down to her hipbone as he moves his hand away again, to reach up and pull down her underwear.

"Tell me how you like it. Let me know what you want more of," he requests, then reaches over for her hands, so he can lift them to his hair, so she can direct him how she wants. He finds it far easier to do a good job when he knows what he's doing right. And he also finds it really sexy to be asked for things.

She bends her knees and lets them fall open, opening herself to him. She smiles as he places her hands in his hair, and strokes it first before sliding her fingers into it.

"Start slow," she murmurs. "Lick me gently."

Ted obliges, though he kisses his way down there first. He gives a soft sound of approval once he gives the first lick, enjoying the taste of her. He takes his time as he uses his mouth and lips, his hands on the insides of her thighs, rubbing circles on her skin with his thumbs.

This, at least, is something he's actually done quite a lot over the years, and he very much enjoys doing. And he finds it exciting to discover exactly what Joan responds to, what things manage to pull those sounds from her.

He's so good at this. Joan lets herself sink into the sensation. He's so attentive and responsive that instead of using words to tell him what feels good, what she wants, she communicates with him with her gasps and cries and moans, with the flexing of her hips and the tightening of her hands in his hair.

Ted's grateful for effective communication and vocal response. It's basically the best reward, those sounds from her as he makes her squirm with his mouth, licking and sucking. Eventually he gets his fingers involved too, as there's only so much he can reach with his tongue, and he wants to drive her over the edge.

Oh god, when those fingers slide inside her it's almost unbearable. It's only a moment of his mouth and fingers working in concert before Joan's body arches as she comes, crying out his name.

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