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Is it still called a leave-cute if you’re running through the airport to tell a woman you love that you are catching the flight you told her not two hours ago you wouldn’t be catching? Ted doesn’t have the time, nor the energy to expend to come up with a term for it.
His hands slam down on the desk of the airport help desk, and he pants for a moment, staring at a very surprised customer service representative.
“Welton. Jet. Where?” Ted manages to say between breaths, chest heaving.
“I’m sorry, sir,” the woman says. “Did you need help finding your gate number?”
Ted shakes his head and settles his breathing a little. “Rebecca Welton. She has a plane flyin’ outta here in…” He checks his watch. “‘Bout fifteen minutes, and I’m lookin’ for it. Well, mostly her, don’t really care ‘bout the plane.”
“I’m afraid I can’t give you that information unless you’re on the flight manifest.”
Ted thinks for a moment and decides to give it a shot.
“Ted Lasso. Should be on there.”
Lo and behold, Rebecca had put him on the manifest anyway. The woman at the desk points Ted in the direction of the private aircraft terminal, and he’s running again.
He hasn’t run this long or this fast in a very long time and is thanking god for adrenaline right about now. He should’ve dressed with this in mind; the khakis and polo aren’t exactly peak athletic wear. In his defence, he’d planned on calling and taking his own flight when he had time to pack and plan and whatnot, and then he’d thought that wasn’t romantic, and then he’d wondered why he cared if it was romantic or not, and now he’s running through an airport, which is, as everyone knows, always romantic.
He rushes through security, nothing in his pockets except a little pink box, and he’s grateful for the short ride he’s offered on an airport buggy, because he thinks it’ll be a lot nicer for Rebecca if he’s not dying when he gets to her. If he gets to her. This buggy is really fucking slow.
The vehicle slows to a stop in front of a garage door, which starts to open. Then it stops. Then it shakes a little and starts moving back down. Then it stops again and moves back up, only to stop again.
“Y’know what, I think I can probably make it from here,” Ted tells the driver. “Thank you.”
Ted doesn’t quite hear what the man says about this happening all the time and how it should only take a minute, because he’s already ducking under, and maybe clipping his back a little on the garage door.
He groans, hand on his back as he starts to walk a little faster down the tarmac, hobbling slightly until he straightens back up.
There’s a collection of about ten planes in front of him, and he’s wondering how many very confused rich people he’s going to have to burst in on before he spots an AFC Richmond logo on one of the jets. Pretty safe bet that that’s the one Rebecca is on.
He weaves his way through baggage trolleys and plane wheels, ignoring a man in a safety vest telling him he can’t run under the planes, and he yells something back about grand romantic gestures, then a second thing about it actually not being romantic, and then he mutters under his breath that he really hopes it is.
The stairs are down, and the door is open when he gets to the jet, and he scurries up them to find no one aboard. He looks around, calls out for Rebecca a few times and frowns.
Rebecca is very surprised to step out of her car to see a lovely pair of khaki-clad legs standing in the plane doorway, the rest of his body peeking inside.
“Ted?!”
Ted spins around and grins.
“Boss!” he hurries back down the stairs to her. “I’m coming with you.”
“Oh,” Rebecca says, trying to hide a smile. “I’m sorry, Ted, the plane is full.”
“What?! Boss, you told me you didn’t–” Ted starts until Rebecca lets her lips curl up, and he stops.
He briefly flashes her an annoyed glare before he chuckles and shakes his head, returning her smile with one of his own.
“That was a lil’ mean, Rebecca,” he says.
“Sorry.” Rebecca shrugs her shoulders and smiles a little wider.
“S’okay.” Ted waves her off with a grin. “I definitely deserved it. Brought you a lil’ something. And they are called cookies here.”
Ted pulls out the box of biscuits from his pocket and hands them to Rebecca, who smiles as she takes it from him before bringing it to her nose. There are a lot of things she missed about Ted, but these are almost selfishly high on that list.
“I will not be calling them that,” Rebecca jokes as she takes a bite. “Are you serious?”
“‘Bout them bein’ cookies?”
Rebecca rolls her eyes. “About coming now.”
“Deadly. Dunno what I was ramblin’ on about earlier. It’ll be better if I get things settled before Henry comes anyway,” Ted says, his expression softening. “I’m ready to come home, Rebecca. If you’ll have me.”
“I certainly won’t be having anyone else.”
There’s a silence, two smiles, and then Ted’s arms wrapping around Rebecca’s waist. It takes her a little by surprise at first, crumpling her box of biscuits slightly against her sternum before she gets her arms dislodged and around him in return.
It’s not like any hug they’ve shared before. Ted’s face is buried in the side of her neck, his breath slow and steady, trying to memorize, or maybe remind himself of her smell.
It fixes something in her to cup the back of his head, to hold him, knowing when he slips out of her grasp, it won’t be to wave goodbye. She squeezes him tighter, buries her nose in his hair, and forgets what it had been like to miss him.
It could just be the way his face is nestled into the crook of her neck, but she swears she feels his lips press against her just above the collar of her jacket. And she’d be lying if it didn’t send sparks rushing through her. Ted doesn’t know how he’s lived so long without knowing how her skin feels under his lips.
Neither of them wants to let go. They don’t want to have to speak, to tell them they missed each other, they don’t want to think about all the time they could’ve spent in each other's arms. They just want to start again.
They do eventually break apart, Ted’s hand grazing down Rebecca’s side and briefly hooking his fingers in hers as their eyes both drop momentarily to each other's lips.
Ted clears his throat, but it’s Rebecca who speaks first.
“Welcome back, Coach Lasso.” She smiles and extends a hand to him.
“Thank you, Boss.” He shakes it, and they hold on a moment too long for it to be casual. “How’d you know I was comin’?” Ted asks, thinking about his name on the passenger list.
“Call it manifest destiny,” Rebecca says with a knowing smile.
“Is that supposed to be a pun?” Ted chuckles.
“Oh,” Rebecca laughs. “I guess it sort of is.”
They’re settled into their seats facing each other as the plane takes off, Ted’s fingers drumming on the armrest. He’s not sure if it’s nerves or anticipation or what, but Rebecca’s eyes drop to them. She wants to lace hers in them, to settle him, to know every thought in his head, and to never know what it’s like to be apart again.
“So, are we still going to pretend this time around?” she asks, her foot shifting a little closer to his.
“Pretend what?” Ted replies.
“Pretend we aren’t in love with each other.”
Ted chuckles and smiles at his feet before looking back up at her.
“No. No, I don’t think we are.”
“That’s good,” Rebecca smiles. “It was getting very hard to do.”
“It was,” Ted admits. “Who d’you think’s been pretendin’ longer?” he asks playfully.
“You,” Rebecca says immediately. “Definitely. You loved me before I even deserved it.”
“You always deserved it. Wasn’t hard to do.” Ted smiles, and Rebecca's foot finds his. It’s somehow more than the hug.
“I definitely didn’t, which is why it’s very easy to love you.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t say it before,” Ted says, almost sadly.
“I’m sorry I didn’t,” Rebecca replies. “You knew, though, didn’t you?”
“Course I did,” Ted smiles. “How could I not’ve?”
“Are we going to say it now?” Rebecca asks as Ted’s foot shifts to her calf.
“Then we’d have to do somethin’ about it,” Ted says with a little smile.
The silence is heavy, coiling deep in the pits of their stomach. Ted’s foot is making Rebecca’s breath come a little harder, and his fingers still and tense on the armrests. Their mouths part with one shared exhale, eyes dropping shamelessly to each other's lips.
“I want to do something about it,” Rebecca mutters.
“Me too,” Ted whispers.
There’s another silence, and then Rebecca unbuckles her seatbelt and rises. Ted’s hands fall to his sides as she lifts the armsrests, cupping his jaw as she plants a knee on the seats on either side of him.
His hands move tentatively to her thighs, afraid this is just another dream he’s had god knows how many times. His lips part as she leans in, both their eyes falling shut as their breaths meld, noses brushing. She already tastes like biscuits, and he’s minty fresh, like he knew this was coming.
Ted squeezes her thighs gently in anticipation as Rebecca’s thumbs brush over his cheeks.
“I love you,” he breathes, and he feels their mirrored smile.
“I love you,” she mutters back without skipping a beat, just barely brushing their lips together.
It’s already the most intoxicating feeling either has ever felt.
Ted’s breath shakes against her trembling lips as they press together a little more firmly. It’s not a moment later that their mouths close over each other and kiss properly. Ted’s fingers press into her thighs, and she lets out a soft reactionary hum. It’s everything she’s dreamed of, god knows how many times.
He’s gentle and tender, she’s soft and firm, and they're both starving.
They open and close their mouths in tandem, as though they’ve done it a thousand times, the rhythm of it already burned into their brains, seared into their lips. Ted’s tongue brushes against her bottom lip, asking for permission, which she gives instantly.
Her fingers curl into the hair behind his ears, thumbs tensing on his temples, and he groans at the slight sting of her fingernails. His hands slide up her legs, stopping just before the swell of her ass. She makes a sound that Ted quickly interprets as permission, or maybe even a plea to keep going. So he does, grabbing her ass and pulling her in closer as the kiss deepens into something sloppier. Tongues meeting slick lips, and teeth making an occasional, gentle appearance.
Ted hadn’t even noticed how hard he already is until Rebecca’s hips roll forward, and his mouth hangs open for a strangled moan to fall out, fingers digging in to pull her down more firmly against him.
“God, Rebecca–”
She’s never heard his voice sound like that before. Rough, strained, desperate, and filled with nothing but love.
She clenches around nothing when she rolls her hips forward again, catching his mouth in another heated kiss even though he’s struggling to return the favour. She lets go of his head only to shrug her jacket off, tossing it aside and leaving her sleeveless white blouse on display for Ted to admire. And he does exactly that, hands sliding up to her waist as his gaze wanders from her waistband slowly back up to her lips before he’s kissing her again.
She moans into his mouth as she grinds her hips down over him again, the size of him already more than evident under her. Almost intimidatingly so.
Her nails dig into his scalp again, but it only makes him hungrier. His tongue delves deeper, his mouth opens wider with each sloppy kiss, and his hips roll up to meet hers.
He starts to tug her shirt out of her waistband until a bump of turbulence gives them the painful reminder that they are in the middle of a plane right now. The flight attendant is off somewhere near the front, hidden behind the half-wall divider. Still, if things keep progressing as quickly and as passionately as they are, neither of them is particularly fond of the idea of a head peeking out around the wall.
Rebecca pulls back, panting, and starts to get off him, but Ted’s hands tighten on her waist.
“No, no, no– please. I can be quiet,” he begs.
She’s not sure she can, though. And besides, she wasn’t planning on stopping.
“I was just going to recommend we take this to the bathroom.” She smiles, and he lets her off with a little flutter of his lids, a shaky exhale, and an eager nod.
His plan to jump out of his seat after her is foiled by the buckle still securely fastened around his waist that he fumbles with for a moment before she tugs him up by the placket of his polo.
It’s a graceless stumble back towards the plane lavatory, another little bump almost sending them tumbling onto the couch, but Ted’s arm is quick to hook around her waist, as his other catches them on the armrest, chuckling against each other’s lips.
They break the kiss only for Rebecca to turn around and open the bathroom door, tugging Ted in behind her by the hand.
“Whoa,” Ted says, looking around the impressive bathroom. It’s not something someone used to flying commercial is used to in the slightest. It’s nicer than his bathroom at home, actually. “I always thought havin’ sex in a plane bathroom would be a lot more… cozy.”
“And how long have you been thinking about having sex in an airplane loo, Ted?” Rebecca teases.
“Uh, how long ago did we board?” Ted chuckles, his hands making their way back to her hips as he backs her towards the sink.
Rebecca is smiling when his lips crash into hers again, and when she bumps into the counter, his hands slide down to her ass to hoist her up onto it before they move back to her waist. He’s obsessed with how his hands fit into her curves, and Rebecca loves the way he squeezes hard enough to keep her well aware of where they are.
Rebecca tugs his shirt out of his waistband, and he gets one arm out, then the other, before fully conceding to the idea that he does have to take his lips off hers to get it the rest of the way off. Though he makes sure they break apart for no longer than the time it takes to pull the polo over his head. Rebecca’s hands are greedy as they explore newfound skin, never deciding quite where they want to stop and savour for a moment before finding somewhere else.
They start on his back, fingers pressing into his shoulder blades, feeling the way the muscle there tenses as he reaches for her ass to pull her closer. Then down to the curve of his spine, pinkies dipping into the waistband of his khakis, making his hips twitch forward and pressing his hard bulge between her thighs. Then to his hips, pulling him in even closer to hear him moan into the kiss, the heat of both their arousal is more than evident through their trousers. Then they slide up, through soft hair on his stomach, following it up to his chest, where she squeezes a little, just hard enough for his breath to hitch.
Then they slide up and around his shoulders, arms hooking around his neck and one hand tangling in his hair, moaning as he rolls his hips into her.
He undoes the buttons of her blouse, not bothering to take it all the way off her before his hands find the bare skin of her waist. He thinks his hands feel even nicer there now, and she’d be inclined to agree.
“God, you’re fuckin’ beautiful, darlin’,” he says, taking a moment to pull back and admire her. Bare stomach and black bra on display just for him. Rebecca barely has time to register the fact that he swore before his tongue is finding hers again. He’s unbelievably sensual in his sloppiness.
He squeezes her waist slightly as his hands start to slide up her ribs, thumbs stopping just below her bra.
“Can I?” he mutters between heated kisses.
“Yes,” she breathes. A plea.
He doesn’t hesitate to cup his hands over her breasts, struggling for a moment to kiss her before he’s tugging her bra down just enough to get her tits out so he can grope them properly. He groans and mutters something not quite comprehensible about her being perfect, thumbs brushing over Rebecca's nipples that quickly peak and making her fingers curl tighter in his hair.
His lips leave hers and make their way to her cheek, her jaw, stopping briefly to nip at her earlobe before they trail lower down her neck, sucking whenever they please on their way across her collarbones.
“Oh god…” Rebecca breathes, half moan, half exhale as her head tips back.
She hooks her legs around him, and her cunt clenches when his lips close around her bud, his index and thumb playing with the other. He looks up at her, and there’s nothing but hunger in his eyes as his teeth dig in. Hard enough to sting ever so slightly, and gentle enough for her to moan properly for him.
“Those sounds, sweetheart…” he mutters between sucks and gentle bites in the valley between her breasts as he makes his way from one to the other. “Need to hear every single one of ‘em.”
His khakis are getting to be uncomfortably tight, and he doesn’t care in the slightest, committed to hearing every moan, whimper, curse, breath, whispered words fall from her lips. He doesn’t even know if his hands or mouth are more desperate for her right now.
He tugs her ass closer to the edge of the counter so he can grind his hips forward into her while his mouth stays on her tits, moaning against her loud enough that Rebecca has half a mind to tell him to be quiet. The other half, the half in control, is thinking about how wet it's making her.
She reaches down to her waistband button, but Ted quickly and gently grabs her wrists.
“Let me, please,” he says, taking his mouth off her to look up at her.
Rebecca swallows hard and nods. He lets go of her wrists, and she combs her fingers through his hair as he unbuttons her dress pants and quickly unzips them.
His hands go back to her waist, and in one swift move, he pulls her off the counter and spins her around. She’s not prepared to see how much of a mess she looks like in the mirror. The little bun in her hair has half fallen out, her blouse is open, her tits are hanging unceremoniously out of her bra, and her pants are open, the top of her red panties showing where the fly is left undone. Ted has words besides mess to describe her.
“See how beautiful you look, baby?” he groans, grinding forward into her ass as his hand comes up to her jaw, flattening her back against him. He’s in love with the image in the mirror. One of his arms hooked around her stomach, his Kansas tan contrasting beautifully with her pasty tummy, and his other hand cupping her jaw, pulling her back against him so he can kiss her neck, making eye contact in the mirror as he does.
Rebecca reaches back and curls her fingers in his hair, forcing him to press his lips harder against her.
“Ted… fuck…” Her head tips back against his shoulder, and the hand on her stomach creeps down towards her waistband.
“God, you look incredible,” he mutters, kissing her cheek. “You want my fingers, sweetheart?”
“Yes, please, Ted,” she begs.
Ted smiles hungrily as his hand dips under her underwear. He makes a slightly surprised and very aroused sound as his middle finger glides through her dripping cunt. She moans, and he lets out a little breathless chuckle.
“Don’t laugh,” Rebecca says, reaching behind to playfully smack the side of his thigh and not at all trying to hide the hitch in her voice when his palm presses against her clit.
“Wasn’t laughin’.” He grins. “This really all just from makin’ out?” he asks playfully.
“Should I bring up how hard your cock is right now?” Rebecca teases, her voice quickly replaced by a gasp as he teases a finger inside her. Barely a fingertip, but she clenches hard around it.
“No, that’s okay, I’m well aware,” he groans. “Fuck you feel good.”
Her head drops back again with a sharp gasp as he curls his finger into her cunt, burying it to the knuckle as his lips find her neck again, a little more teeth coming out to play this time around. He grinds his hips forward into her ass as he slowly starts to thrust his finger in and out, stopping at the top every time to grind his palm against her clit in time with the curl of his finger.
“Ted– Jesus– more please,” Rebecca pants.
“So greedy,” Ted says with a playful nip at her ear.
“Just stop being a fucking tease,” Rebecca complains, no real heat behind it.
“Yes, ma’am.” Ted grins and watches her reaction in the mirror as he slips a second finger into her. “Did I tell you you look amazin’ yet?”
“I’m not sure that– ah– specific w– fuck– word was u-used,” Rebecca manages to choke out as he fingers her a little faster, curling into that perfect spot inside her over and over.
“You sound real pretty with my fingers inside you, darlin’.” He kisses the sensitive spot below her ear, and the hand at her jaw drops to her tits.
“Wonder what you’ll sound like when you come on them,” he whispers.
The tone and breath against her has her reeling in pleasure, and she would be buckling at the knees if he weren’t holding her up with his hand massaging her breasts and the other fucking her so perfectly she almost has to scream.
She tightens around his fingers and can feel his lips curl against her neck.
“That’s it, darlin’,” he whispers, voice a little rougher.
He buries his fingers in her, curling them over and over again against the spot that makes her thighs shake as he grinds his palm against her clit. His mouth hangs open against the corner of her jaw, getting almost as much pleasure out of it as she is.
She chokes her way through a few more breaths and moans, grip almost painfully tight in his hair now, not that he minds in the slightest.
“T-Ted–” she groans, eyes clamping shut as she tightens around his fingers.
“That’s it, c’mon baby. I’ve got you,” he purrs.
That does it for her.
Her mouth hangs open with a strangled gasp as she comes on his fingers, cunt clenching so tight around him he can barely keep moving them.
“So good,” he mutters over and over between gentle kisses to her neck and cheek.
Her chest is heaving as he slowly thrusts in fingers in and out of her, letting her set the pace as she rolls her hips, riding out her climax and dripping down his fingers.
Once her grip loosens on his hair and her breath deepens, he slowly slides his fingers out, still whispering little praises to her.
“Wanna taste, darlin’?” he asks, tentatively bringing his slick fingers up to her mouth.
“Please,” she says, grabbing his wrist as he takes his fingers between her lips, tongue swirling around them.
He groans, and his hand drops to her waist as he grinds forward again. She lets out a little moan at the feeling of his bulge pressing against her, meeting his eye as she sucks his fingers clean.
His mouth hangs open in awe at the sight before he slowly drags his fingers out, immediately cupping her jaw and tilting her face towards him to catch her mouth in a hungry kiss. He moans when he tastes her, sucking at her lips and tongue, desperate for as much as he can get.
She turns to face him properly, breaking the kiss to stare at those gorgeous brown eyes as he loses himself in the green.
“I definitely haven’t told you how good you look yet,” Rebecca says softly, smiling as she leans in to kiss him a little more gently.
“Thank you.” He grins, hands settling gently on her waist.
She reaches down to his belt, pausing when he fingers reach the buckle, but he nods eagerly and kisses her again as she gets to work undoing it.
He moans as desperately as she’s heard so far when she palms him through the fabric of his boxer-briefs, squeezing gently so his hips twitch forward.
He looks at her through half-lidded eyes, mouth hanging open as he tries to breathe when she glides her hand up, only to slip it into his boxers and wrap her hand around his cock properly.
She gives him a hungry smile and lets out a low hum of approval.
“Sweetheart,” he says with a shaky smile. “Killin’ me the way you’re lookin’ at me right now.”
She looks like she wants to eat him alive.
“Yeah?” she says softly with a little smirk as she gives his length one slow stroke that has his eyes rolling back. “Nothing to do with my hand on your cock?”
He manages another smile as his breath catches.
“Might have somethin’ to do with–” He cuts himself off with a moan, and his whole body sags as she sets a slow pace.
Ted’s forehead drops to Rebecca’s, and she cups the back of his head before pressing her lips to his, keeping a steady rhythm on his cock and loving the way he struggles to kiss her back properly.
Her lips leave his to find his jaw as she starts a steady trail down his torso, making his muscles tense under her lips everywhere they land as she sinks to her knees.
“God, Rebecca…” He looks down at her, completely overwhelmed with desire and unfiltered love.
Rebecca tugs his khakis and boxers down, and she wets her lips at the sight of his cock. Big, impossibly hard, and already leaking for her.
“Fuck, Ted. This just from fingering me,” she teases, looking up at him with a little smile as she grabs the base of his cock.
“And makin’ out.” He looks down at her, proud of himself for getting so unbelievably turned on by her as his hips jerk ever so slightly into her touch.
“Do you want my mouth, Ted?” Rebecca asks, just barely brushing her lips against the head of his cock and making his eyes fall shut for a moment with a low groan.
“Darlin’, I want anythin’ you’ll give me,” he mutters, fingers tensing on the counter behind her.
Rebecca takes a second to appreciate the fact that Ted is currently standing in front of her, pants around his ankles, with his very erect cock in her hand, looking very desperate for her. She smooths one palm over his thigh, watching the way his body tenses as she slides it higher before gently grabbing his hip, squeezing on the bit of skin there.
He has complete tunnel vision for her, and his chest shakes through a breath when she drags her tongue up his length, flicking over his leaking tip before she bites her lip and looks up at him.
He looks like he might pass out. Rebecca loves it.
She leans forward, keeping her eyes on his as she takes just the head of his cock between her lips, swirling her tongue around it and sucking gently.
Ted curses softly, his stomach tenses, and his breath gets even shorter.
“Rebecca…” he moans as she takes him a little deeper. Lips stretching around him as her tongue presses firmly along the underside of his shaft.
Ted thinks he might pass out. His hands ball into fists on the counter, and he can’t stop his hips from rolling forward slightly, sliding himself deeper into her wet heat.
“S-sorry,” he mutters, trying desperately to stay still. Rebecca lets out a low hum of approval that vibrates through him and sends his head tipping back as she takes him a little deeper still.
She gives herself a second to get used to the weight and stretch of him between her lips. He’s thicker than she’s used to, and there are still a few inches to go when his tip reaches her throat and her eyelids flutter, hand squeezing his base a little tighter.
“Careful,” Ted says softly, pulling his hips back ever so slightly. “Don’t needa push yourself, Rebecca. Already feels incredible.” He reaches down with one hand, gently cupping the underside of her jaw and settling his thumb in the hollow of her cheek.
It all just makes her want to push herself. Maybe another time.
She gives the tiniest nod, as much as she can manage without taking her mouth off him, before she sets a slow, steady pace.
Her hand takes what part of him doesn’t make it past her lips, stroking in rhythm with every bob of her head. Ted whispers little praises between groans, and Rebecca watches the way his pecs flex and feels the way his thumb presses in a little harder to her cheek every so often before he realizes and eases back off.
The puddle in her underwear grows a little at every sound he makes, and every time she gets another taste of precome leaking onto her tongue. He keeps his hand on her jaw, not pushing or pulling or guiding, just resting there. She doesn’t know if it’s to comfort him or her more.
She keeps it slow enough to drive him out of his mind, but not quite enough to pull him over the edge, and he loves every second of it.
He loves her looking up at him just as desperately as he’s looking down at her. He loves brushing the spit from the corner of her mouth and telling her how good she feels. He loves when her moans send shockwaves through him.
She loves the taste of him. The stretch of her lips and how she has to work just a little harder than normal to keep her mouth open wide enough to take him. She loves his little whimpers and moans and how hard he’s working to let her do it at her own pace, but she also loves the occasional jerk of his hips that shows her just how desperate he is.
She pulls off him with a wet pop and keeps her hand working him slowly as she catches her breath.
“You’re perfect,” he mutters, wiping her spit off her chin with the pad of her thumb. She’s about to take him back into her mouth when he stops her, cupping her chin and tugging her with a gentle but clear indication for her to stand up.
She gets to her feet, and his lips are on hers, his tongue against hers, and his hands on her waist before they’re slipping under her waistband to grab her ass.
“Need you, sweetheart,” he mutters between hungry kisses.
“I need you,” she whispers back.
He kisses her one more time before he spins her around, and she braces herself on the counter as he tugs her underwear and pants down in one go. She’s expecting to feel his cock against her, but instead, he drops to her knees, and she moans, head dropping between her shoulders as his tongue presses into her cunt.
He has one hand on each cheek, keeping her spread for him to lap at her like a starving man, moaning like she’s the last meal he’ll ever eat.
“Fuck Ted–” she chokes out as she presses back against him, forcing his tongue deeper as she clenches around it.
His fingers dig into her ass as she does, and he doesn’t care in the slightest that he can hardly breathe. She’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.
When he does pull back to breathe, she can feel her arousal leaking down over her clit, his breath hot and heavy against her.
“Fuck you taste good. Think I’m already addicted,” he whispers between a few sloppy kisses to the backs of her thighs.
She doesn’t have a chance to let him know how good he feels, because his tongue is flicking over her clit now, and any sound that would bear even a passing resemblance to a word is forced out of her as a strangled moan instead.
He moans, nose pressing into her when she reaches back and pulls him in harder. Her sounds turn to gasps, turn to choked silence as her mouth hangs open, and she comes undone for him again.
Her circles his tongue gently around her clit to ease her down from her climax before it's inside her again, desperate to taste every bit of her it can find. He’s almost louder than she is just from tasting her.
He peppers her thighs and ass with wet kisses as she tries to regain a little composure and take just one proper breath. He stands up and leans over her, kissing the side of her neck. “Okay, Rebecca?” he whispers.
She gives him a nod with a little breathless laugh before she turns her head enough to smile at him.
“You’re a very talented man,” she says, and he grins.
“Why, thank you,” he replies with a little kiss.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” she asks with another little kiss of her own.
“Is that what the lady wants?” he teases, rolling his hips forward so his cock glides through her slick lips, making both their breath hitch.
“It is.” She smiles back at him.
“Then yes, ma’am.”
He presses one last soft, lingering kiss to her lips before he straightens up behind her. He pushes her blouse up her back, smoothing his palm over the soft skin before placing one hand on her waist, the other on the base of his cock. He presses the head against her, not pushing in, but enough to start to stretch, and she exhales slowly.
“Good, baby?” he asks, gently rubbing his thumb over her hip.
“Yes. Please, Ted.”
“I’ve got you.”
They exhale slowly together in sync with the slow press of his cock, groaning when he bottoms out.
“Christ, Rebecca,” he whispers. His now free hand coming up to smooth over her back. He doesn’t move yet, which she’s very grateful for, taking slow breaths as she adjusts to the size of him. He’s perfect. She loves knowing he’s deeper than anyone else has ever been.
He’s always completely lost in the feeling of her. Tight, wet, hot, and all for him. He keeps rubbing her back gently, trying to steady his own breath as much as hers.
“Can you look up for me, Reebcca? I wanna see you,” he asks softly.
Rebecca nods and lifts her head up to meet his gaze in the mirror, and he smiles at her. The same way he does when he spots her across a room. Although usually he’s not struggling to breathe, and his cock isn’t inside her like it is now. She likes his smile even more like this.
“You look so beautiful,” he whispers, leaning down to press his lips against her neck. “You okay?”
She nods and smiles back at him, taking a few more deep breaths because she’s pretty positive he’ll be fucking them out of her in a moment.
He doesn’t right away. He starts slow, pulling almost all the way out before gently sliding back into her with a moan, fingers tightening on her waist. It’s no less intense than if he were slamming into her right now, in fact, it’s almost more overwhelming.
The slow stretch, the way she tightens around him when his hips press flush against her ass. How utterly alive he feels inside her. Every twitch, every heartbeat coursing through her as if they were her own. The sight of him in the mirror, watching each other's every reaction. The flutter of his eyelids, the way she bites her lip when he presses especially deep. How devoted he looks to her already, an almost constant stream of praise and worship falling from his lips. How gone she is for him, keeping her gaze locked on his even when her cunt clenches when he hits that sweet spot, and her eyes threaten to clamp shut.
His grip tightens on her waist as he tries to keep it slow, but god is it getting hard to do, and she needs it too.
“Ted,” she moans. “More.”
He doesn’t have it in him to answer or to double-check; he just nods and picks up the pace.
He fucks the breath out of her now.
One hand at her shoulder, gripping her so tight their flesh threatens to fuse together, and Rebecca wishes it would. His other in the hollow of her waist, skin forming around his fingers as the sound of skin slapping skin fills the air.
It’s the first time he’s dropped his gaze from hers in the mirror, but he’s entranced with the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping cunt. Her arousal coating it in a beautiful sheen before he fucks it back into her. And then again. Harder. Deeper. More desperately.
The sight of him in the reflection is almost overwhelming enough. Hair hanging down over his forehead, where a vein Rebecca has never seen before has appeared. His neck taught from his clenched jaw that turns his groans into grunts when he’s not telling her how fuckin’ good she feels.
The feel of him is overwhelming. If she didn’t know Ted, she’d think he was genuinely trying to split her in two right now. She makes it through about half an inhale before it’s thrust back out of her with a gasp. She sees stars every time his balls hit her clit, and if he weren’t pulling her back into every snap of his hips, her head would’ve hit the mirror at least several dozen times by now.
Her head falls between her shoulders with a whimper. Since when does she whimper?
“No, no,” Ted whines. “C’mon, sweetheart. Wanna see you.”
Her knuckles are white from gripping the counter, and she can’t find it in herself to lift her head, which just won’t do for Ted.
His hand slides from her shoulder up to her neck, thumb and index finding each corner of her jaw, tilting her head back until her eyes meet his again.
“That’s it,” he moans. “So fuckin’ perfect.”
He’s careful to keep the pressure off her throat as he holds her in place; she’s having enough trouble breathing from his cock slamming into her as it is.
Rebecca feels like every inch of her skin is on fire as she clenches around him again, ripping a sound straight from Ted’s chest, the head of his cock catching her just right with every thrust.
“God baby,” he pants. “Can you come just from my cock?”
She never has, but she doesn’t doubt that she’s about to. She chokes out something that’s intended as a yes but sounds more like a y-uhh-fuck.
“Fuck. C’mon baby. I’m close, need you to come for me.” Not just want. Need.
Ted slows down just a little, not wanting to send himself over the edge before Rebecca finishes again, and the drag of his cock against her walls feels even better.
Her mouth drops open, but nothing comes out, and Ted gives her a shaky smile as he adds a little grind of his hips at the bottom of each thrust that puts the perfect pressure on her clit.
“T-Ted,” she manages, more breath than sound.
“C’mon, Rebecca,” he pleads, as desperate for it as she is.
He flattens a hand on the small of her back, forcing her to arch, and the shift in angle is all it takes.
His cock slides into her again, and she tightens around him like a vice as she comes, his hips jerking forward to keep her upright as her thighs shake.
“Fuck! Fuck that’s it,” Ted struggles through the praise he’s so desperate to give her as he feels himself coming undone. The tightness and wet heat of her is just unbearably good.
He only barely pulls out in time, coating her cunt with his sweet release before he slides his cock over the top of her ass, a few more pulses dribbling out as he moans, head tipped back. Utterly and completely gone.
His hand loosens on her jaw and smooths down over her shoulder as they both pant, neither one of them bothering to even try at a word right now. Ted just gently rubs her back, still gently rutting into her, body sagging a little more with each breath.
“Fucking hell.” Is all Rebecca says, shaking her head at the relief of finally having Ted and at the pure bliss of a proper shag.
“Yeah.” Ted lets out a contented sigh, smiling at her with hooded eyes as he returns to earth. Or, the plane at least. He looks down at the beautiful mess that is Rebecca’s glistening pussy as if he’s just now realizing what exactly just happened. “Shoot, sorry I kinda made a mess.”
Rebecca chuckles at how quickly he is to apologize for something she loves so much. She can feel the mix of their orgasms threatening to drip down between her feet, and it’s the most glorious thing she’s felt. Well, right after the feeling of his cock inside her. Actually, scratch that too, right after that and how it feels to hear him say I love you.
“That’s at least half me,” she chuckles.
“Yeah,” Ted says with a little laugh. “Gosh, you’re incredible.”
He keeps a hand on her waist as he looks around the space for something to clean her up.
“We’re lucky you fly in style,” he jokes. She chuckles as he reaches for a little hand towel on a shelf beside the sink before leaning over her to damp it with warm water. He presses his lips to her shoulder as he does.
She lets out a low, satisfied hum as he gently glides the warm cloth over her, careful not to press too hard against her still very sensitive clit, which he’d acquainted himself quite nicely with today.
“Okay?” he asks gently as he wipes off the little bit of his release on the small of her back before he quickly cleans his own cock.
“Very.” Rebecca smiles and straightens up, surprised to find her knees are working well enough to do so right now.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as she turns to face him. “And I love you so much. And I can’t believe I never told you that.”
He wraps his arms around her and kisses her softly, holding her there with no intentions of letting go. Maybe ever.
She pulls back only to nuzzle into the side of his neck, where she presses a light kiss.
“I love you, Ted,” she mutters. The breath of her words is hot against him and goes straight to her chest. “I have for longer than I realize, I think.”
Ted smiles and kisses her temple before gently carding his fingers through her hair.
They hold each other until a light jostle of the plane has Ted reaching a hand out to catch them on the counter.
“Why don’t we go.” A soft kiss. “Get comfy with our seatbelts securely fastened.” Another kiss, and he pulls back with a gentle smile, thumb stroking her cheek.
“I could be persuaded into that.” Rebecca smiles as she presses her lips to his again.
Ted’s lips curl against hers, and he doesn’t let her pull away for a moment or two. Or three. Probably more.
He kisses her cheek before he drops to his knees to grab her pants and underwear, holding them open for her to step into.
“Ted, I appreciate you being an absolute gentleman, but I’m not putting those back on,” Rebecca says, chuckling as she looks down at her panties that are all but soaked through.
“Fair enough.” Ted smiles and kisses just above her knee before reaching for her trousers instead.
She holds his shoulder for balance as he pulls them up, staying on the floor as he zips up the fly and does up the button, and presses another kiss to her stomach just above the waistband before he gets back to his feet.
He pouts. Actually pouts when Rebecca scoops her tits back into her bra.
“Oh my god, you’re dramatic,” Rebecca chuckles as she starts to button up her blouse.
“They’re really perfect,” Ted says, his frown fighting a losing battle against the twinkle in his eye as he reaches down to pull up his boxers and khakis.
“And I’m sure they’ll still look quite similar next time you see them.”
Ted grins, as though it’s some surprise to him that there will be a next time. As though they aren’t already both fully committed to the idea that there will never be anyone else for either of them.
“You’re also very easy to please.” She smiles and helps him do up his belt buckle.
“Just gotta savour every moment till you realize you are way outta my league,” Ted chuckles, pulling his shirt on. “Didn’t even know my punches could reach that high, actually.”
“Hey,” Rebecca says. She knows he’s kidding, but it doesn’t make her want to be any less gentle. “You, Ted Lasso, are a very handsome man, and I am a very lucky lady.”
She smiles and kisses him, and he hums softly against her lips.
“Thank you,” he mutters, knowing there’s no point in trying to argue or get in a complement battle with her right now, even though he really wants to. “Okay, let's go. You’re about to discover that I’m very cuddly.”
“That doesn’t surprise me in the slightest.”
Rebecca grins as he just about drags her back out into the cabin, and she grins wider when he does actually drag her down onto the couch.
“I love you,” they whisper together as they bury their faces in the crooks of each other's necks.
It’s funny to them that the thing that they had struggled for so long to even think about saying so quickly became the easiest thing to say in the world.