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Feb 13

the word

need this man real bad y'all...

I HAVE HAD AN AWFUL WEEK, enjoy this <3 this is my first time writing Ted so hopefully I captured him well (i think i did)

summary: Most couples have a safe word to stop, or pause, sex. Not you and Ted. You have a word to start it. Anticipation grows, anxiety forms, and you long for the day the word is said.

Maybe tonight’s the night?

Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader

wc: around 5800

cw: SMUT!! MDNI. brief mention of Michelle and readers past toxic relationship (literally one sentence and no detail), oral (f receiving), fingering, LIGHT dom/sub aspects (if you squint), accidental marking (hickey), protected p in v, ted gets pussy drunk, first time together, a little bit of fluff, some aftercare, the L word said (x2), no use of "y/n"

Dinner and a movie.

That’s how the night is planned. Just dinner, and a movie. So what are you so nervous for? You wring your hands together again, kneading at the squish between your thumb and pointer finger as you scrub them in the bathroom sink. A wide-eyed expression looks back at you in the mirror. Your whole body tingles and your knees almost feel like jelly, struggling to support you.

Why the fuck are you so nervous?

Ted has been over plenty of times. Plenty. Many dinners, and many movies. But tonight… just feels different.

It’s been eight months since Ted and you started dating, and four since you both put an official label on it. But, you haven’t had sex. Not for any bad reason. It was a mutual decision. Ted was still working through his divorce, and you were working through your own stuff after a not-so-healthy relationship with your ex. So, taking things slow was a decision you both decided on. When you first started dating, eight months ago, you both sat down and discussed things, in length. Waiting on sex wasn’t something that was skipped over, and you both decided to wait until you were both ready, until you both gave the word.

Skip to four months ago, when you put an official label on the relationship, you said the word. Ted did not. This was mortifying for you, and you immediately worried about him ending everything. But, he didn’t. He just explained, carefully and thoroughly, that he wasn’t ready for that step yet. That he wasn’t upset, or mad, or regretful, any other adjective you asked. Which put your mind at ease.

However, things have changed. There was a subtle shift in the relationship that did not go unnoticed by you. Lingering touches, heated make-outs with a bit more groping leading to Ted excusing himself to the bathroom for a few minutes. His ability to hold back is faltering. You don’t know if it’s on purpose– if he’s working up the courage to say the word, or if he is fighting with himself because he’s not ready and you’re, accidentally, pressuring him.

You sigh, hard, and shake your arms out to try and rid yourself of your nerves. Maybe, nothing will even happen. Maybe it’s all in your head–

No. There was absolutely no way. Not after last time. Not after he kissed you like that. All fiery, and passionate. Not after he held the back of your neck, tangling his hand through your hair, keeping you close like you could just slip away at any moment. After the way he groaned when you moved your hips in his lap. Not after the way he looked at you at work today, his eyes glued to yours, bottom lip tucked in his teeth, eyes glassy and spaced out like he was lost in his thoughts. Nor after the way he brushed past you in the break room. When his crotch brushed your ass as he, unnecessarily, pushed his hips against you as he reached for a coffee mug in the cabinet above your head.

Especially not after the way he whispered in your ear “see you later tonight, darlin’” in a husky, low, tone when you left work.

You groan, leaning against your bathroom counter, bracing yourself on it with your hands. In anticipation, you took a shower, scrubbed, exfoliated, shaved everything you wanted, styled your hair, slipped into a matching navy lace set (Ted’s favorite color), put on a bit of make-up, your favorite perfume, a long satin skirt and knit sweater, and made sure you had a box of condoms tucked into your nightstand. You’re beginning to overthink. Worry settles with an acidic burn in your throat, that maybe, maybe this isn’t the night. Maybe you read the signs wrong– saw what you wanted, misunderstood–

A knock at your front door breaks you from your thoughts. Your heart rate picks up even more, like it could explode at any moment. Maybe you should change? Put on some sweats, take off your make-up–

Jesus, fuck. Just go out there. You check yourself in your mirror one last time, smoothing your hair, and adjusting your top. You suck in a breath, standing up straight and holding your head high. You hold it for a few seconds, then let it out, relaxing your shoulders with a roll.

You round the corner to your door too quickly, nearly slipping in your socks against the hardwood, but manage to catch yourself on the handle. You pull it open without checking through the peep-hole.

“Happy Date-iversary– woah,” Ted’s smile falls open. “Jeez, darlin’, don’t you look like…” he trails off. You give him a soft smile, then look at the bouquet he’s holding.

“I was gonna say somethin’ coherent, but that train has left the station,” he finishes, eyes trailing back to yours.

“I wear this outfit a lot,” you breathe out a laugh. It’s true, you’ve probably worn this exact outfit and similar ones to work a few times in the past month.

“Oh, I know, but somethin’... somethin’s different,” Ted furrows his eyebrows slightly, like he’s having an entire internal monologue.

“Well, come on in,” you stand to the side of the door. He nods, stepping in without taking his eyes off of you.

Suddenly, he clears his throat and makes his way to the kitchen. You follow behind after closing and locking your front door. As he walks in front of you, you notice he still has his work backpack on his shoulders. He must have stayed later and came over as soon as he got off. Which would also explain why he is still in his Richmond sweatshirt and those goddamned khakis that are a little too tight in his crotch.

“I got these for you,” Ted says, opening your cabinets to locate the vase he also got for you the first time he brought you flowers.

“Thank you, Ted,” you smile. “They’re lovely.”

“The florist was out of your favorite,” he explains, setting them down on the kitchen island as he fills the vase with water from your sink. “So, I just told ‘em to make somethin’ special.”

As you’re looking at them, you spot a folded card poking out of the center. Before you reach for it, curious what it is, Ted grabs the bouquet.

He shoots you a soft smile. “Give me a sec, gotta make ‘em look real nice.”

You laugh a little.

“You get that good wine?” He asks suddenly as he fidgets with the flowers in the vase.

“Oh, yeah, it’s in the fidge– I’ll pour us some?” You ask, already opening the fridge and pulling out the bottle.

“Yes, please,” Ted answers.

You hum in response, opening the cabinet next to the fridge and standing on your toes to grab two wine glasses.

Ted hums an unfamiliar tune behind you, still messing with the flowers. “What do you have planned to make for dinner?”

“I got some fresh pasta from the market, and I’m going to make a bolognese for it,” you answer. Quickly, you uncork the wine, and pour yourself a bit too much, hoping it might ease your nerves and the soft, yearning, ache between your legs. You pour Ted a normal amount.

Ted hums in in a satisfied tone, and his hands softly drum against the counter behind you.

When you turn around, Ted presents the flowers with a small “ta-da!”

You smile sweetly, handing him his glass, which he immediately takes a large sip from. His backpack is now hanging from a barstool tucked on the opposite side of the kitchen island. You study the flowers. Hues of purple, cream, and white frame a small notecard that reads–

“Pineapple?” you say aloud. Wait– what?

You look up at Ted, who holds a small smile on his lips. He nods once.

“Pineapple?” you say again, like the word is foreign to you.

Except it’s not. It’s not foreign at all. You had said it four months ago, and four months before that it was the word you and Ted decided on. The word that would signify the announcement that you were ready for the next step. The word that tells the other that you’re ready to have sex.

Ted’s smile falls slightly, his eyebrows easing just a bit. “Don’t tell me you forgot. Or I’m lookin’ real stupid right now.”

You set your glass down, and nearly leap onto Ted, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck in an embrace that has him almost spilling his wine.

“Woah, there,” Ted laughs into your hair, his arms securing you around your waist after he sets his own glass on the counter. You pull your head off his shoulder and press your lips into his. He returns the kiss, humming into you and flattening his hands against the small of your back to pull you closer.

You break away. “You’re serious. Right?”

“Of course,” Ted gives you a soft look. “I wouldn’t joke about that. ‘Specially since I know you’ve been waitin’ on me.”

You cup his cheek with one hand, and he leans into it, turning his head to give your palm a gentle kiss. A gentle pull is all it takes for him to reconnect his lips to yours. You sigh into it, parting your mouth slightly. He takes the invitation, swiping his tongue across yours, then across your lips. He pushes harder, stepping forwards and guiding you backwards.

Your ass hits the kitchen island behind you, and Ted’s hands brace on it, caging you in. You moan into him, your hands cupping the back of his head and clutching into his hair. He groans, pulling back slightly to catch his breath. You follow, pressing a kiss to his chin, then cheek, then parting your lips and teasingly nibbling at his bottom lip. He pushes his hips into yours, and you can feel his cock, stiffening in his khakis. You suck in a breath, breaking from his lips to look down.

Ted’s hand gently grasps your chin, tilting your head to look back up at him. He releases you, and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Ted?” you ask without really thinking what your question is going to be. A burning heat rises across your cheeks and ears. You press your hands against his chest and rub them up to his shoulders, then back down. Under your fingers tips, you can feel his heart thumping– fast and hard.

“Hmm?” he responds.

“Can-” you pause, suddenly realizing what you’re about to say. Maybe it’s best to get it done, get through the possible awkwardness of the first time so you’re not eating your food in anticipation. “Can we, maybe, wait on dinner?”

“What’re you proposing we do instead?” He smirks.

“I think you know,” it’s barely a whisper.

Ted laughs, not his usual full chested laugh, but almost teasingly. He leans back slightly as he does, his hands finding a place on your hips.

“I do, but maybe I wanna hear you say it.”

Woah.

A beat passes. You’ve lost your words. The heat from your face feels like it's spread all over your body, concentrating at the lower part of your stomach, and between your legs.

Ted leans back in, his lips now inches away from your own. You lean in, but he keeps going past you, until his lips and mustache ghost the shell of your ear.

“C’mon, baby,” he drawls in a whisper. “Tell me what you want.”

In this state, you swear his accent is thicker.

“Please, Ted… I want-,” you pant as his lips press against the spot on your neck right below your ear. “Want– want you to fuck me. I need you to, Ted.”

He groans in response. The next kiss is led by him, and even more longing than the last. He moves slower against you, teasing you with his tongue. His hands slide up your body, ghosting over the fabric of your sweater, across the back of your neck, then gently cupping your cheeks. As the pace of the kiss picks up, he tilts his head to the right just a tad to get a better angle. His mustache tickles your nose as he does, but you don’t care. You can’t care, not when a heat is building this fast at your core. Your hands find his hair again, and gently tug at it.

A nearly pathetic moan falls from your mouth, as he pushes you harder into the counter with his hips. You grind against his restrained cock. A low, choked back, moan catches in his chest. You nearly miss it, but you notice. You hum in response, tensingly, and Ted pulls back.

His lips are shiny with saliva, yours and his, and a bit swollen and flushed a dark pink.

“Jeez, darlin’,” he hums and gently swipes his thumbs across your cheeks. “What’s got you so worked up?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you tease.

Ted’s left thumb runs across your lips, once, twice, before you take it into your mouth. You meet his eyes as you wrap your lips around it, a failtly salty taste hitting your tongue as you flatten it against it. His mouth falls open slightly, and you move a hand from his disheveled hair to gently grab his wrist. You pull back and release his thumb with an absolutely lewd sluuurp-pop.

“I think we— we should— do you want to—,” he stammers over his words, letting his hands fall to his sides and taking a gentle step back.

You giggle at his sudden nervousness. God does he love it. It’s different than your usual giggle, maybe, or maybe Ted’s brain is too foggy right now to register it.

“I’ve got a lovely couch over there,” you tilt your head to the right, towards your living room. “Or… we could go to the bed?”

Ted looks at your face for a second longer, like he’s trying to read you. “I think the bed would make things more special, right?”

You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth and nod. He gives you a smile, then steps back further, letting you pull yourself from the kitchen island. Gently you take his hand, leading him to your bedroom.

The lamp from your bedside table casts a warm, inviting light in your room. Your bed is neat, the plush comforter smoothed over, the pillows fluffed. As you step into the room, you spin and pull Ted back into you, reconnecting in another heated kiss as you continue to walk backwards. The back of your knees hit the bed, and you wrap your arms around Ted, bringing him down with you as you fall carefully backwards. He catches himself with his hands positioned on either side of you. You work your knees up, planting your heels on the edge of the bed. The smooth fabric of your skirt bunches up, exposing more of your heated skin, and core, to the cool air.

Ted holds himself with one arm, his other lifting. His rough hand gently caresses your exposed thigh, then grips the back of it as he pushes you further onto the bad. You let out a soft gasp, pulling your lips away to assist in scooting back further. Ted sits up, pulling his knees on the bed and resting between your legs. Both of his hands rest on your knees, gently pushing your legs further apart, but his eyes don’t leave yours.

Ted’s usual soft brown irises are nearly flooded by his dilated pupils.

“I need you to tell me to stop, right now, if you don’t wanna do this,” his tone is serious, which embarrassingly makes you tingle, and makes goosebumps rise on your skin.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper, shaking your head side-to-side quickly.

Ted blinks slowly, then leans down again, his hips and thighs pushing your knees out and open even wider as he does. He uses one hand for support, the other slipping under your sweater, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He kisses you again, open mouthed, wanting, yearning. Everytime his lips connect with yours, it feels like the first time again. Like the sparks never stop.

The hand inside your sweater ghosts over the fabric of your bra, catching slightly on your hardened nipple. You whine into his lips as he takes one between his thumb and pointer finger, pinching and rolling it. Your back arches slightly, and Ted takes the opportunity to kiss down your neck. His teeth scrape gently against your pulse, and you suck in a breath. Continuing lower, he leaves kisses against the skin, his mustache tickling against the sensitive skin. He is going agonizingly slow. You’re about to speak, about to beg, when his teeth graze the most sensitive park of your neck– the point right where it meets your shoulder. A half gasp, half moan, breaks through your throat.

Ted smiles against your skin. “Oh, yeah, darlin’?”

You pant slightly as he nips at that point. He takes his time, nipping, sucking, and licking at the skin, all while his hand pinches and massages your breasts. Your back arches off the bed again, a breathy “fuck” leaving your lips.

Heat claws at your skin. Everywhere. You’re starting to feel your arousal soak the lace between your thighs. You don’t know if you’ve ever been this turned on, and Ted has barely done anything. His hand slips from underneath your sweater. At the same time, he pulls his head back. You pout in protest, reaching up to pull him back in, but he stops you.

“Ah,” he leans back further, away from your grasp. “You let me take care of ya, okay?”

This Ted is different from the Ted you’re used to. Sure, he’s just as sweet and charming as ever, but something is different, you just can’t quite tell what yet. Whatever it is, it send a bolt to your core and you nod, wordlessly.

Ted gives you a soft smile, gently caressing your cheek. His hands grip the bottom of your sweater, and you lean up a bit as he tugs it off. His eyes drop to your chest, and you see his chest puff out a breath.

“Fuck,” the word falls in a breathy huff from his lips, almost like he didn’t mean to say it. His hands, both now, cup your breasts above the navy lace, kneading at them. “You’re so beautiful, baby. You wear this for me?”

“Y-yes,” you stutter out, your cheeks flushing even more. “It’s your favorite color.”

“I see that,” Ted says, amused. “If I knew these were what you’ve been hidin’ under your clothes, I might've done this a long time ago.”

He leans down and presses a kiss to your sternum. Then to the exposed parts of each breast.

“I wanna take this off, but I have a feelin’ it’s matchin’ somethin’ else, and I’ve got to see them together, hm?” He hooks a finger under the middle part of your bra. You nod quickly.

Ted sits up again, then uses your knees as support as he pushes himself to stand off the bed. You sit up, already missing the weight of him between your thighs. But, you don’t get much time to think about that before he hooks his hands into the waist of your skirt, pulling it down in one quick, smooth motion. He stands straight, the tent in his khakis very evident, making you nearly drool.

“Look at that,” Ted hums. One hand, spreads your legs back open, then slides down the inside of your thigh. His other hand adjusts himself in his pants, gripping at his cock, truly showing how big he is. And, Jesus Christ, were you not expecting that. A pleasant surprise, really.

“Ted,” it comes out needier than you meant. “I know you probably want to savor the moment a bit, but I really fucking need you right now.”

Ted’s eyes flicker to yours, then back between your legs. The hand on your thigh slips further down, pressing against the sopping fabric covering your pussy. Your mouth falls open and you suck in a breath.

“Oh, sugar, I can see that,” the hand on his crotch clenches again and he groans. “You’re right, though. I think if I do what I really wanted right now, I’d ruin my pants.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “Please,” you whisper.

His eyes meet yours again, and the hand on your pussy pushes harder making you gasp out a needy “please, fuck me.”

“Fuck,” he groans. “You don’t needa ask me again.”

He steps back a bit, grabbing the bottom of his Richmond sweatshirt and pulling it over his head. His fingers work quickly to unbutton his under shirt, but not quickly enough for you. You sit up fully and scoot yourself to the edge of the bed, letting your legs dangle off the edge of it.

Ted watches you, and steps forward when you reach for his belt. With one hand, you cup his cock, needing to feel it, and with the other you undo his belt, the button of his pants, and the zipper. Once you’ve done that, his button-up is off and his hands quickly remove his undershirt. You run your hands down his chest and stomach. He pushes his pants down next, taking his boxers with them. He toes off his shoes then kicks them, his pants and boxers, to the side. You continue running your hands down, taking his length into your hand and pumping it slowly.

Ted’s hips jerk slightly at your touch. He takes a step closer, reaching down between your legs and shoving your panties to the side to finally touch at your slick folds. You suck in a breath, pressing your forehead against his stomach and watching as he runs two fingers through your lips, gathering your arousal. You pick your head up, looking up at him with pleading doe-eyes, and he nearly melts. You watch as he raises his slick fingers to his lips, taking them into his mouth and humming as he tastes you.

“Y’know, I’ve always loved havin’ dessert before dinner,” he comments.

You bite at your bottom lip, squeezing his cock harder as you continue to pump him. He groans, his head lulling back for a moment. Then, he nearly falls to his knees in front of you. Without any hesitation, he pushes your legs open, and yanks you towards him until your ass is dangling off the bed. You let out a surprised gasp, one hand propping yourself up behind you, the other lacing though Ted’s hair as he shoves himself between your thighs, draping both of your legs on his shoulders. He pulls your panties completely to the side, then holds onto the front of your thighs.

“Jesus- fuuuuck,” the word is drawn out as Ted begins lapping at your pussy like a starved man. A very experienced, very practiced, starved man. His hands grip at the front of your thighs, close to your hip bones. Your eyes roll back and your head lulls back too. Ted groans against you. Obscene slurping noises fill the room and you begin to pant out moan after moan.

Any worries of awkwardness with this being your first time in bed together are thrown out of the window as Ted sucks at your clit. Your hips roll into him, and he hums against you, sending a shock up your spine. You moan out his name, hand pulling at his hair. He taps your thigh with his hand, and you to look at him. He looks up at you, with an expression in his eyes you can only place as absolutely pussy drunk. You push his head harder into you, rolling your hips in time with each lap of his tongue. He moans, his eyes never leaving yours as he continues to eat you out like his life depends on it.

A tight feeling begins to build in your core, and your eyebrows knit together as more moans, higher in pitch, spill out of your mouth. You grind harder against him. His mustache rubs against your clit, which makes you moan louder. His left hand leaves your thigh, rubbing around to your ass and giving it a gentle squeeze before you feel a finger prod at your entrance.

“Oh my– fuck– Ted,” the ‘e’ in his name is elongated as he slips a finger inside of you, curling at just the right spot, like he’s done this to you before. Your back arches as you feel your climax approaching– hard, and fast. Ted slips in another finger, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. Tingles run through your body as his tongue swipes circles on the exposed bud. Your hips buck against him, and he uses his free arm to hold you steady.

“Ted,” you pant, eyes squeezing shut. “I’m gonna-”

He breaks away for just a second. “‘S’okay, baby. Come on my face.”

Ted quickly resumes his position on your clit, his fingers curling and rubbing at the perfect angle in your pussy. Your pants become more ragged. The hand in Ted’s hair grips tighter, and he moans again. The coil in your stomach finally snaps. A broken, filthy, high-pitched, drawn out moan forces its way out of your throat. Your hips stutter against his face and you feel yourself gush around his fingers. He keeps his pace up through your climax, only slowing down when your hips stop stuttering. He pulls his fingers out first, then flattens his tongue against you, cleaning up your cum. You suck in a sharp breath, attempting to catch your breath.

Ted scoops you up with his hands under your ass, gently repositioning you further back on the bed. You collapse on your back, letting your legs fall from his shoulders as he carefully stands up.

“Darlin’,” Ted hums, his hand resting on your knee, gently rubbing circles with his thumb. You lift your head up. The first thing your eyes land on is his cock. The tip of it is flushed pink, and dripping with precum.

“You okay to keep goin’?” His voice is sticky-sweet. Almost as sticky as his mustache and lips look.

You nod, then point to your nightstand. Ted gives you a soft smile, then steps over to it. You watch as he pulls out a condom, tearing the packet open with his teeth, and gently rolling it onto his painfully erect cock. He pumps himself as he makes his way back between your legs. You prop your feet up on the bed as he kneels between them. A gentle hand grabs your leg, pulling it up to rest on his hip as he aligns himself with your entrance. His eyes meet yours again, a gentle unspoken question in them.

“Please, Ted” you whisper out.

Ted nods once, then slowly, very slowly, pushes himself into you. He nearly collapses on top of you when he’s fully seated in you, and you let out a breathy moan. He props himself up with both hands, and you place yours around the back of his head again, lacing your fingers together. He looks down between you as he pulls out half way, then pushes himself back into the hilt.

“Fuck,” he hisses, then let’s out a small laugh. “You’re so warm.”

You hum at the words, pulling him to meet you in a kiss as his hips start to set a rhythm. The salty, bitter in a good way, taste of yourself is thick on his tongue. He moans into the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours. You mewl as he pushes his hips all the way forward, the tip of him pushing against your cervix in the most deliciously pleasurable way. He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead against yours, panting slightly as he begins to pick up speed. You roll your hips in time with him and he grunts.

Ted dips his head down, licking at the fabric covering your nipples. He takes one between his teeth gently and you gasp, arching your back off the bed, and clenching around his cock. His hips stutter for a moment before picking up speed again. He grunts with each thrust, the noise mixing with your sharp moans.

“Tell me,” he pants. “Tell me how you want it, baby.”

You hum, pulling his lips back to yours in a chaste kiss. “Harder, Ted.”

His eyebrows press together and he listens. Snapping his hips forward with more force than before, keeping the same tempo. Your back arches up, louder moans ripping from your chest as he pushes against your cervix with each thrust. Your hands find his shoulders, nails digging into the skin. You feel fuzzy in the head as another climax starts to build. Ted pushes his lips into yours again, his own higher pitched moan vibrates against your lips. He pulls back again, pushing himself up with straight arms.

Ted’s eyebrows cinch together and he picks up his thrusts a little more. Your core tightens quicker now, and you can just tell Ted is close too. You reach down between your bodies, rubbing quick circles into your clit.

“Fuck,” Ted rasps sharply.

Your hips twitch as you’re drawn closer and closer to the edge. You cup Ted’s cheek with your free hand, and he looks down at you. Your mouth hangs open for a moment as you try to catch your breath.

“I love you,” he whispers.

It’s the first time he's said it. You don’t know if he’s just that pussy drunk, but his sincere tone, and the way he holds your eyes with his, tells you he means it. Truly means it.

“I love you, too, Ted,” you manage between pants and moans. His eyelids flutter and you swear you see his eyes roll back slightly before he squeezes them shut. You can feel yourself teetering over the edge. You move your other hand so they’re both cupping Ted’s cheeks. He opens his eyes to look at yours again.

“Come with me,” you whisper.

As if all he needed was permission, Ted’s hips snap forward two more times before he pushes himself all the way in, moaning loudly as he comes undone. You follow quickly, convulsing around his twitching cock as he spills into the condom. His face contorts with pleasure as you massage every drop out of him. His eyes flutter closed and he falls to his elbows, his nose brushing against yours before connecting with your lips in a passionate, sloppy, post-climax, hazy kiss.

Gently, he rests his body on top of yours, nuzzling his face into your neck and giving you soft kisses where his lips can reach. You giggle as his mustache tickles right under your ear, and you feel his chest vibrate with a small laugh.

You both stay like that for a moment, your heart rates steadily slowing, and your breathing evening out. Ted lets out a content sigh as you trace small circles on his back with your nails.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“For what?” You ask softly.

He pushes himself up, his softened cock slipping out of you as he does. “For waitin’ for me.”

You give him a soft smile and he brushes a hand across your forehead, following it with a gentle, long kiss.

“Thank you,” you say. “For trusting me.”

Ted lets out a small laugh and stands up. He pulls off the condom and ties a quick knot in it before walking to your bathroom. You hear the sink run for about a minute, then he walks back in with a rag, and water dripping from his mustache.

He hums as he gently runs the rag across your pussy. You hiss at the chill of it and he shoots you an apologetic look. He folds the rag, then tosses it into the hamper by your wardrobe.

“Why don’t we order somethin’ for delivery, get some comfy clothes on, and watch that movie we had planned?” Ted suggests as he pulls on his boxers.

“Yes, please,” you say. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stand and cook dinner.”

Ted laughs and holds out his hands, which you gladly take to steady yourself as you stand from the bed. Your legs shake a bit, but Ted quickly grabs your hips to steady you.

“Woah, there,” he breathes out. “Steady now, sugar.”

After you steady your legs, Ted takes a step back. “I’ve got some clothes in my bag I gotta get. Meet me out there when you’re ready and we can order somethin’.”

“Sounds good,” you nod with a smile. Ted leaves, and you quickly shed your bra and underwear, tossing it into the hamper as you pass it. The wardrobe creaks as you open it, and you pull some clean clothes. You pull on a clean, more comfortable, pair of underwear, some athletic shorts, and Ted’s Richmond sweatshirt that you grab from the floor.

You hear the familiar “dum dum” of Netflix from the living room as you go into your bathroom to pee and wipe off your make up– or at least what’s left of it. The cool water from the sink feels refreshing against your face as you rinse the soap off of it. When you look up, a red mark on your neck catches your attention. You lean in closer, fingers inspecting the area as you look at it through the mirror. A flush hits your cheek when you see an outline of teeth marks, and when you realize it will definitely still be there tomorrow.

Your feet pad gently against the floor as you join Ted on the couch. You plop next to him, and he turns his head to greet you. His eyes widen slightly when he sees the red spot on your neck, his fingers gently swiping across it.

“I’m sorry,” he says sincerely. “I got a little carried away. I’ll be more careful next time.”

You bite the inside of your cheek a little. “I actually… like it.”

Ted’s eyebrows shoot up and his cheeks turn red at your words, making you giggle. He leans in, pecking you on the lips, cheeks, nose, and forehead a few times as you continue to giggle.

“I really do love you,” he says as he pulls back, brushing a thumb across your cheek. “Just want to say it again when we’re not— um, well, y’know.”

“I know,” you smile. “I love you too.”

Soon, you both settle on some food and order it for delivery. From the kitchen, you take a sip of your wine as Ted scrolls through the movie selection on Netflix, trying to find something you both haven't already seen. You lean against the kitchen counter, picking up the card from the bouquet. “Pineapple” is written in a fancy cursive that you definitely know does not belong to Ted.

“Hey, Ted,” you call.

“Hmm?” he responds.

“How the hell did you explain to the florist why you wanted pineapple written on this card?”

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