[ That bit of space offers Grell the opportunity to shimmy her shirt off her shoulders, lifting one after the other off the bed, just enough to slide her arms free of its sleeves. Discarding it off to the side somewhere, she's more intent on watching William than keeping track of where her clothes are going off to.
Her wounds have all healed for the most part, the most prominent one over her chest now faded to a faint scar. She's pleased that his focus is elsewhere, no longer overly concerned about being delicate about the area.
William's body, however, is perfect. Watching the way his muscles move as he completes the most simple task is enough to make her sigh with bliss. ]
Mn, I'm a lucky girl. [ She purrs, running her hands up and along his arms as he fusses with her belt. ]
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Her wounds have all healed for the most part, the most prominent one over her chest now faded to a faint scar. She's pleased that his focus is elsewhere, no longer overly concerned about being delicate about the area.
William's body, however, is perfect. Watching the way his muscles move as he completes the most simple task is enough to make her sigh with bliss. ]
Mn, I'm a lucky girl. [ She purrs, running her hands up and along his arms as he fusses with her belt. ]