trashchildren | For Joan

"Oh boy..." he murmurs, voice breathy as she grinds against him. Yup. Yeah, alright. Particularly coherent thought is already on their way out the window.

"Um, I've got, uh..." he says, letting go of her with one hand to gesture over at the nightstand. He forgot the word for condoms. They are edging dangerously close to probably needing them, and Ted has no idea if Joan is on any sort of birth control or anything like that, since they haven't really discussed it.

Joan is on birth control and gets regularly tested, considering her occasional and varied "exercise partners." And they should probably have that conversation sometime soon, so that they can decide together if they want to forego condoms next time.

But for this time, condoms are definitely a good idea.

"Got it," she says with a smile, reaching over for the drawer and retrieving one. She wonders when he bought these. Did he purchase them with this possibility in mind? Or is he basically an adult boy scout and always prepared.

She pushes herself up to kneeling, straddling his hips, condom in hand, and looks down at him, eyes on his.

"Is this what you want?" she asks softly, wanting to make sure.

Ted is definitely an adult boy scout in a lot of ways, but he also had specifically made sure he had some and that they weren't expired when he started dating Joan. (He hadn't had any when he slept with Sassy, but she did.)

He watches her straddle him in anticipation, and... the question really surprises him. He doesn't know that he's been asked that in this situation before. Of course, he's had all of two sexual partners in about a decade, so.

"Uh, yes," he answers after a moment, when he remembers how to use words. If not eloquent, it's definitely emphatic. "I mean, yeah, I, absolutely, yes," he continues, nodding, a little bit rambling, but definitely not unsure. Mentally he's thinking that; of course he does, look at her, she's amazing, this is great, he's really excited to do this with her. But he doesn't quite have the wherewithal to elaborate currently.

She smiles at his answer, and the smile widens with amusement at his excited rambling. It's a big step, and Joan wants to be sure that he's sure.

"I'm glad," she answers, her eyes shining and her smile fond. "I want this too."

She tears the condom pouch open and removes it, then leans down to kiss him as she rolls it over his cock.

Ted might not have known Joan for that long, but he does feel like he knows her fairly well already, and more importantly, he really cares about her. And he will continue to care about her tomorrow; this isn't some kind of one-night-stand that might make him anxious. It's the start of something. And while he wouldn't have minded waiting, he also certainly doesn't mind doing it now.

Her smiling down at him like that makes him feel warm inside in multiple ways. He rests his hands on her arms, closing his eyes to kiss her back. His breath hitches a bit as she puts the condom on him, and his hips arch a little up against her, eager to be touched more.

She feels she knows him fairly well, too. For Joan, caring isn't typically a prerequisite for sex. Respect, yes. An understanding of mutual pleasure, yes. But not caring. This is different. Joan cares about Ted, deeply. She wants this to be pleasurable, but it's more than that. She knows it's more for him, and it's more for her, too. It's a union, not just of their bodies but of their hearts, their souls.

Joan breaks the kiss, and moves to position the head of his cock at her entrance. She reaches for his hand, entwining their fingers, and with the other she guides him as she lowers herself, taking him inside with a soft moan.

"Holy smokes.." Ted lets out a shaky sigh, which then turns into a moan. He grips her hand tightly as he takes a moment to get used to the sensation.

Then he gives a soft, rumbly laugh, not because anything is particularly funny, but because he's just so happy and feeling so good.

He's so happy, and that laugh is so heartwarming. Joan can't help but join in softly, squeezing his hand. For a moment she wants to say something, to tell him how she feels, how deeply he is in her heart. But she just can't say the words. So instead she smiles at him, squeezes his hand again, and begins to slowly ride him.

Ted is likewise feeling a lot of things, and utterly incapable of putting them into words at the moment. But that's okay, because they're sharing this moment, and it's wonderful, and it feels extremely good.

He rests his free hand on her thigh, squeezing it a little as she starts to ride him, the sensation incredible, and he watches her through half-lidded eyes. She's so beautiful. He's trying not to get completely overwhelmed immediately, but soon enough he's lifting his hips off the bed to meet her, moaning and already breathless.

Joan is still sensitive from his ministrations, so her own pleasure grows relatively quickly as well, especially at the sight and sound of Ted in his bliss. She speeds up her motions as he begins to thrust into her, her own breath quickened to light panting. She tightens her hand on his and slips the other between her legs to touch herself, biting her lip.

Ted is not usually a quiet individual, and while he tries not to be too noisy - another habit from having kids - it's hard or even impossible to control the moans and whimpers coming out of him.

He's glad she's taking care of her own pleasure, cause Ted has no ability to help beyond what he's already doing right now. He finally closes his eyes, unable to keep them open any longer, leaning his head back.

"Joan, I..." he tries to say, but he can't finish the sentence. The pleasure is building up in his stomach and his thighs, and he's just trying to hang on until she has time to join him.

Those sounds of pleasure he's making are beautiful, and Joan can't help but moan with him, the sensation intense and the erotic sight of Ted in bliss making it even moreso. She can see his body reacting to the mounting pleasure, feel the tightening of his muscles, hear the desperation creeping into his moans. By the time he speaks, he doesn't have to say a word, and she's right there with him.

"Yes," she gasps, rubbing herself swiftly, right on the edge herself. "Ted, please, come for me...."

It doesn't take more than that, and he comes quite literally on command, with a gasp and his hips arching up against her as she tightens around him, gripping her hand and her thigh tightly as everything washes over him.

By the time it's over, he's absolutely exhausted, breathless and incoherent.

She comes with him, crying out helplessly, the feeling of his cock pulsing inside her sending ripples of pleasure through her. When their mutual climax finally subsides, she's likewise exhausted and breathless, and she practically collapses on top of him, head on his shoulder, panting.

Once Ted feels like he can actually move his arms again, he wraps them gently around her, and softly kisses her hair. He doesn't make an effort to move beyond that, resting his head against hers, content to just lie there all tangled together while they regain their senses a bit.

It's simple and perfect, being folded in his arms, hearing his heartbeat, feeling enveloped by the warmth of post-coital bliss. There are things to be done, and she's going to have to tear herself away eventually, but for the moment she doesn't even think about that, just resting with him, breathing with him, unified.

Ted has to fight the urge to just fall asleep right there, even if it's very tempting and comfortable, because he knows she has to go soon.

But he's also not quite ready to let go of her completely.

"You wanna take a shower?" he suggests after a few minutes of comfortable silence. He hasn't tried, but he's pretty sure his shower is big enough to fit them both. And they definitely both need one.

She wishes they could fall asleep together, spend the night together. That they can't was the biggest drawback to having sex right then. But they'll have a chance. As soon as the case is over and she's free, she intends to spend as much time with Ted as possible.

A shower is a great idea. They definitely both need one, and it will wake them up. Not to mention it will be a pleasure to be wet and naked with him.

"I'd like that," she says.

Ted nods a little, gives her hair another kiss, and reluctantly starts going about disentangling himself from Joan so they can both get up. It immediately feels chilly once they're no longer glued together, especially with the slight stickiness of sweat, and yeah, a shower is a great idea.

He leads the way to the bathroom, pulling off the condom and tossing it in the trash there, then turns the shower on to give it a moment to heat up.

She also feels the chill the moment they're apart. She follows him into the bathroom, and once he's turned on the water she wraps her arms around him, snuggling close to keep warm while the water heats up, wanting to be in his arms as much as possible before she has to leave.

Ted smiles, a little surprised but very happily so. And while being naked together while having sex is undeniably great, there's something special about this kind of non-sexual gentle intimacy.

"Have I mentioned you're amazing?" he murmurs quietly with a soft chuckle, draping his arms comfortably around her.

It's very special, a sort of tenderness that Joan hasn't experienced in a long time. She laughs softly, looking up at him.

"You might have mentioned it," she says with a playful smile.

She settles her head on his chest, the benefit of being a good nine inches shorter than him in bare feet, and tightened her hold a little.

"What's your schedule like the next couple days?" she asks.

"You know, work. Got a match in Cardiff coming up," he answers, resting his head against the top of hers. "Why?"

Him resting his head against hers is so sweet, and she sighs happily, closing her eyes.

"When this case is over," she says, "I want to spend the night with you."

Ted smiles against her hair, and squeezes her tighter for just a moment. "I'd like that, yeah," he agrees. At least the benefit of his job compared to hers is that his nights are usually free. Sometimes they have evening matches, but even then they're done by ten.

He straightens up a little and reaches out to feel the water, which is nice and comfortable now. He doesn't quite let go of her though, instead just gently tugging her along into the shower with a smile.

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