trashchildren | For Joan

Yeah, see, this is exactly why he was right to press pause as early as he did. If they'd gotten this far, he would've been doomed. (When was the last time he got a personal striptease? Several years, at least.)

He's just kind of staring as she does this, his eyes darting between her face and her hands. When she's naked, it takes about two long seconds before he just steps forward and kisses her, looping an arm behind her back and pulling her close.

She makes a sound as he kisses her, and reaches up to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his. She kisses him deeply for a long moment before breaking the kiss only long enough to murmur teasingly against his lips.

"You're a little overdressed."

Then she continues the kiss, her body gently undulating against his.

And here he was planning to take it slow. She's making that very difficult.

He only has time to let out a tiny breath of laughter at the comment before she's kissing him again.

She has a point though, he just doesn't want to pull away to do anything about it. He's absorbed in the kiss and the way her body is moving against his. He's not even moving his hands, just kind of at her mercy for the moment.

Joan is eager to feel his skin against hers, so when it becomes apparent that he's not going to remove his clothing himself, she decides to help him. She reaches down to pull his boxers down, letting them slide the rest of the way down his legs. She breaks the kiss and leans back enough to pull his shirt up and over his head, dropping it on the floor and immediately sinking back into the kiss, her bare skin pressed against his.

Well, that problem solved itself. Didn't help that much in the department of making Ted focus on actually doing anything beside kissing her back, but at least he steps out of his boxers and kicks them aside.

Having to let go of her for a moment also reminds him that he can actually move his hands too, sliding across her bare skin, weaving gently in her hair.

His hands feel lovely against her skin and in her hair, and Joan moans softly, kissing him just a little bit deeper before pulling back to whisper against his lips.

"Make love to me, Ted. I want you inside me."

Ted nods breathlessly. It he wasn't already incredibly turned on, that request would do it. He really enjoys Joan asking or telling him what to do, turns out. His brain is mostly static, but he does manage to collect himself enough to pull them both towards the bedroom, somewhat clumsily continuing to kiss in the process.

She moves with him, continuing to kiss him as much as possible while they're awkwardly stumbling across the floor, groping and clinging and laughing. It's like they're drunk, and she supposes that's not too far off the mark. They're drunk on each other.

To be fair, they're also a little bit drunk on wine. Tipsy would probably be more accurate. That good amount that just helps you relax and not overthink.

He's not really watching where he's going, so when he reaches the bed he accidentally oversteps, his legs bumping into the side so he unintentionally falls down onto it, pulling her along with him.

Joan yelps in surprise as they both go tumbling onto the bed, landing in a tangle of limbs akimbo. She starts laughing, not at him, not even at the situation, but because she's so deliriously happy. She kisses him again, wrapping her arms around him, loosely enough that when he's ready to move he can do so.

Ted is laughing too, but he's definitely laughing a little bit at the situation in addition to being happy. It does nothing to make him want to slow down though, so he doesn't stay long in this slightly haphazard position they've ended up in.

He breaks off the kiss, finally pulling off his socks, and climbing properly into bed. This time he actually pushes aside the covers so they can get in properly.

Joan follows, climbing into bed next to him and pulling the covers up before kissing him again. She touches his cheek, then runs her hand lightly down his body to rest on his hip.

Ted kisses back for a moment, putting a hand on her waist, but then pulls back a little before he gets completely carried away.

"Do you want to use a condom?" he asks quietly. He hasn't spoken since they started, and his voice deep and scratchy with arousal.

She won't get pregnant and they'd probably mention it by now if either of them had any health reasons, but she still might prefer it for cleanliness reasons or other stuff. He doesn't really mind either way.

Joan is certain that she's got a clean bill of health, and considering his caution when it comes to condoms, she's pretty sure he would have used one with Sassy.

"I think I just want you," she responds softly, then leans in to kiss him again.

Ted smiles into the kiss. "Well, you've got that.."

Now that they're finally situated and with nothing between them, nothing to worry about, he takes a more -- well, almost nothing Ted does is ever really aggressive. An enthusiastic approach.

He props himself up on an elbow so he can kiss her more deeply, his other hand sliding up her side, cupping one of her breasts and running a thumb across her nipple.

Ted's enthusiasm is infectious, and Joan finds herself intensifying her own attentions as well. She moans softly into the kiss as he caresses her nipple, and runs her nails lightly down the outside of his thigh, then slowly up the inside, until she comes to his cock, which she brushes gently, teasingly, with her fingertips.

Ted makes a soft sound of need, and it only spurs him on. He runs his hand down her abdomen, along her hip bone, then down between her legs, pulling back from the kiss a little to look at her as he does so. He wets his fingers and then rubs them up against her labia and clitoris. He's not quite as gentle and teasing as she was, though.

Her breath catches as he rubs her, her eyes on his, her expression suffused with pleasure and need. Her gaze still locked on his, eyes searching his face for his reactions, she wraps her fingers around his cock and rubs her thumb over the head for a moment, before beginning a slow stroke.

There's definitely a reaction, quite similar to her own, breath catching with a soft gasp. He doesn't look away though. It's far easier to keep eye contact while doing this than when talking about it. And he loves that look in her eyes.

It doesn't take too long before he wants more though, eager to fulfill her request. With a soft moan, he pulls his hand back and pops his fingers in his mouth, sucking her taste off them. Then he puts his hand on hers to make her stop, before leaning in to kiss her again. He doesn't push her, instead guides her gently to lie down by just leaning over her, so he can get between her legs, while still giving her plenty of opportunity to choose another position if she wants to.

Oh that gasp is lovely. She loves making him feel good, and gazing into each other's eyes, witnessing the pleasure they're giving one another, takes the intimacy to another, deeper, level. Her heart is overflowing, and her love for him is as intense as the sensations his fingers are giving her, if not more so.

Then he sucks his fingers clean and stops her hand, and she allows him to guide her, rolling onto her back and parting her legs to welcome him between them, opening herself to him as she kisses him back with a small, needful sound.

Ted positions himself carefully, and he's both impatient and wanting to take things slow, the two conflicting desires making the need that much more intense. He reaches down between them, feeling for her entrance before guiding himself towards it.

He pulls back from the kiss just before pushing inside her with a single thrust, wanting to see her face, as he himself lets out a mix of a groan of pleasure and a sigh of relief.

She's so glad to see his face as he thrusts into her, to see the pleasure and relief on it, her cry of pleasure mingling with his. She wraps her legs over his hips, drawing him close and taking him deep, and touches his cheek, gazing at him in wonder.

"You're beautiful," she whispers.

That particular compliment is not one he was expecting, and he clearly looks a bit surprised. Though if he's blushing, it's almost impossible to tell at this point, as he's already fairly flushed.

"Look who's talking," he breathes after a moment. It's not the most romantic thing he's ever said, but it's all his brain will produce at the moment. His gaze of affection and wonder mirroring her own probably speaks volumes anyway.

He steadies himself for a moment, before drawing back and then thrusting again, starting a slow but deep rhythm. Angling himself so he rubs up against her clit as well when he's fully inside her. Locking eyes with her the entire time.

It's not a common compliment to give men, she would admit, but in that moment Ted was the most beautiful thing Joan had ever seen. She smiles at his response, which is sweet and awkward and a little bit corny and wholly Ted.

She cups his cheek in one hand and holds onto his shoulder with the other. Her eyes are locked on his as she slowly rocks against him, in time with his thrusts, taking him deep, her breath beginning to quicken, slipping through slightly parted lips.

It's amazing how in sync they are, Ted's own breath quickening at almost the same rate as hers. And the more the pleasure builds up, the harder it is to take his time, unconsciously speeding up little by little as his breath gets heavier.

He leans down to kiss her, his hair flopping forward, though they're briefer kisses, Ted having to pull back to breathe. So instead he leans down to kiss at her neck, breathing and moaning against her skin.

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