trashchildren | For Joan

As the adrenaline leaves him, Ted is happily exhausted. With Joan's arms around him, fingers in his hair, the beating of her heart he can feel through her shoulder... He feels so calm and content. He feels safe, like nothing bad could ever happen.

He stays this for as long as he can, before his arms start cramping, and he finally pushes himself up a bit and rolls over next to her.

His face still turned towards hers, one arm resting on her stomach, a leg still draped over hers under the covers. He smiles over at her, blissful and disheveled.

Joan lays her arm over his, and turns her head to smile back, utterly content.

"That," she says softly, "was wonderful."

It's better than the first time, since now they have the whole night to be together, to hold each other and whisper together and sleep, safe in each other's arms.

"Mmm, agreed," Ted answers, post-orgasm sleepiness creeping in, but he doesn't want to fall asleep quite yet.

"At some point we should do just the hand thing," he suggests softly, too content and, well, naked, to be embarrassed talking about it. "Maybe not even at the same time, just one then the other, so we can watch other..."

He sure knows he loves watching her come, but it's difficult to really take it in when he's so deep in pleasure himself. And it seems like she likes watching him too.

She rolls over to face him and slides an arm around him. She's not exactly sleepy, but feels happy and calm and quiet. She smiles at the suggestion, loving how comfortable he is in suggesting it, loving how it sounds in his Kansas accent. She also loves the implication that they have future together, time to explore each other, to enjoy each other.

"I would like that." Her smile widens. "I love watching you come."

Yeah, alright, he still ducks his head shyly as he smiles at that. "Likewise," he agrees.

He shifts a bit closer and reaches up to brush some hair away from her face, then rests his hand cupping her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb and just looking at her fondly.

"I'm so happy you're here," he says softly.

She smiles as he touches her face, her eyes shining, and reaches up to cup his cheek as well. It's amazing being on the receiving end of Ted's affectionate gaze. Again she feels the urge to tell him the words her heart is whispering, those three words to tell him how very dear he is to her. But she doesn't know if he feels the same. He loved his wife. He probably still does. Would he be able to love Joan without feeling conflicted? Would her professing her love for him make things difficult for him? Would it detract from this happiness they've found together?

She can't do that. Can't risk that. She feels Ted is pretty in tune with his emotions and good at telling people emotionally powerful things. She'll keep those words locked in her heart until Ted is ready to unlock them with his own words.

"I'm happy to be here," she says instead.

Ted smiles and leans in for a short kiss, then snuggles closer. He rests his forehead against her shoulder, closing his eyes and just resting, feeling so happy and safe and comfortable.

After about a minute.. "Shoot.." he whisperes softly, annoyed. He has to pee.

Joan holds him close and closes her eyes as well, drifting a little, so comfortable that her body begins to relax into sleep.

Then he whispers, and she opens her eyes, frowning faintly in concern.

"You okay?" she whispers.

Ted makes a soft grumbly noise and pushes himself up. "I gotta pee," he explains, before giving Joan's cheek a quick kiss and getting up to head to the bathroom.

Ah. It's so sweet that Ted is grumpy about having to leave the bed to pee. She reaches out to take and squeeze his hand before letting go. She snuggles down into the blankets and pillows, waiting for him to return.

Ted goes to pee, which is if nothing else not a particularly time-consuming process. He picks up his boxers from where there were abandoned, putting them on and washing his hands.

He brings the night shirt for Joan, but doesn't bother getting one for himself tonight. He also brings Joan's underwear, with a small smile. Once he gets back to the bed, he offers her the clothes.

She takes the clothes with a smile, and gets out of bed to put them on. She decides to visit the bathroom, too, just so that she wouldn't have to after they got comfy again.

She comes back to bed, climbs in, and snuggles up with Ted, resting her head on his shoulder.

Ted lifts his arm so she can have it loosely around her, smiling as she cuddles up to him. He kisses the top of her head, and softly runs his fingertips across the arm she's got draped across him. Even as they're both about to fall asleep, he just wants to do something to make her feel nice.

For Joan

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