thedispatch | Forgiven

[ Grell gives the smallest huff at his hesitance, but she know why he's doing it-- and so, she lifts her hips to rest atop his thighs, pressing their cocks together so that she may stroke them in tandem. Meanwhile, she reaches out to snatch a pillow, sliding it beneath the small of her back. ]

There. I'll be fine, you see?

[ Satisfied that she isn't whining at him, he sits up, giving him a wonderful view of her body. It's not the sort of body he ever envisioned himself being attracted to, but he supposes that proves even more that Grell means a lot to him.

Running his hands down her thighs, he hoists them up to drape her ankles over his shoulders. A few more long strokes and he's taking his cock back in his own hand. With her propped up as she is, it gives him the perfect angle to enter her, sliding all the way in with zero hesitation. All the while he watches her face, eyes locked on hers, eager to see the expression. ]

[ The colour returns to Grell's cheeks, as he takes the opportunity to admire her body. Breath wavering, her hands pet the back of his palms - and it hitches, once he lifts her legs to prop at his shoulders.

Licking her lips, she anticipates his next move by draping her arms over her head, nice and pretty-- but once he enter her, her hands are grasping at the covers again, back arching with a gasping moan that drawls into one of elation. ]

Nn.. Will...

[ Now fully encased, William grips her behind the knees. He holds her legs steady as he returns to the pace he'd left off with. No build up, no slow progression of his thrusts, just unrelenting speed and force. She is a super natural being, of course, so he knows her body can take it. ]

Is this what you'd hoped for all these years.

[ Without the mattress to muffle her moans, he wants to see just how much she can contain them on her own. Or perhaps he wants to hear them more. ]

[ The redhead is forced to clamp a hand over her mouth, as William suddenly and relentlessly drives into her. Immediately, she's reduced to to whimpering moans, her other hand finding it way to her locks, fingers winding into them.

Somehow, she still manages to nod! ]

[ Whether it's the sight of her or the whimpering, William's not sure, but it's got his cock throbbing with pleasure again. His eyes shut, hoping to cancel out one of the senses as he continues the rhythm of his hips. Though, despite the force of his thrusts, she's remained tight around his cock.

He won't cum though. Not yet. He wants to hear her scream, see the look of pure ecstasy on her face, feel her body tremble. ]

[ Chest heaving, her hand blindly grope to find William's knees -- any part of him to hold onto, really. She's biting at her lip again, fighting the urge to call out, but her resolution is drawing thin-- it's all too much.

Feeling herself begin to teeter along that edge, she begins to slip - a louder whimper, a free moan, a calling cry - until she's entirely lost herself and ready to spill over. ]

[ It may have seemed like William was giving her all his body had to offer, but with her so close to cumming, he quickly readjusts his angle, grips her tightly by the hips and pulls her against him as he thrusts. He wants this orgasm to be more than she'd ever fantasized. He wants to make it real for her, to make it worth a century of waiting. ]

[ Like so, William very quickly coaxes her to orgasm. The passion builds rapidly and aggressively, causing her hips to spasm, back arching against the hold her has her in. She slides against the comforter, hands pressing over her eyes as she scremas out his name-- and the pleasure washes over her so immensely that she finds herself gasping for breath! ]

[ Entirely pleased with her final moments, William allows her to ride out the final waves of pleasure before slowing to a slower, more intimate pace. It allows him to feel every inch of her as he pulls back and reenters. His orgasm comes in waves, his fingers tightening their hold on her as he rides it out to completion. Finally, he lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and looks down at her, an uncommonly pleased expression on his face.

Pulling himself from her, he leans down, taking her in a deep kiss. ]

[ Body alight with sensation, her thighs tremor with every movement, quiet gasping sounds spilling from her parted lips. Grell rocks her hips with him, whimpering every time he nearly pulls himself free from her. Her lids are heavy, almost tired, and glistening as she looks at him - her gaze holds nothing but admiration for him. Her hands pet along his thighs. ]

Will... [ She near whispers, welcoming his kiss by gently cupping his cheeks. ]

[ As their lips part, he raises himself up again. A moment that's surely too short for Grell. But, he lays her legs back onto the mattress and, instead, finds a spot next to her. ]

Go clean yourself up. I need some rest after that.

[ On his back, he looks up to the ceiling, running the whole weekend through his head. He's also idly wondering if he should bother dressing himself or just climb under the covers nude. ]

[ Grell rolls over to briefly rest her cheek at his shoulder, breath carrying an amused scoff. She's still reeling, so she needs a moment! ]

Indeed, you were quite diligent. I'd say it's well deserved.

[ But perhaps she is a hot mess, and if she stays at his side for too long, she'll find it even more difficult to get up! So, with a heavy sigh, she pushes herself up-- and now, all the aches she'd been ignoring start to kick in! She'll need to make that water extra warm. ]

I won't be too long, my love. Try not to fall asleep without me. [ She leans in to place a kiss upon his lips, before excusing herself! ]

I won't make any promises.

[ Partially surprised that she didn't heckle him to join her, he slips beneath the covers. Nude it shall be! If he'd thought her bed was comfortable earlier, now it's even more so - shall he dare say it's heavenly? Odd that he's finding this more blissful than what is believed to be the most divine place.

When she returns, he won't quite have drifted off fully, and his eyes blink open to see her join him. ]

[ Grell herself is only clothed in a towel, as she leans in to nuzzle her nose to his. ]

Would you like for me to give you a bath before you fully fall asleep, Will? [ A little grin. ] It will allow me to extend on that everything I've dreamt of doing to you business, and allow YOU to be spoiled once this week.

I'm comfortable.

[ It's not a no, but it is a protest. Though, all he managed to do was locate some tissues and wipe himself clean-ish. He supposes that he should get a bit cleaner than that. ]

[ With a chuckle, she rubs along his arms, through the blankets. ]

Come now, I'll make certain that you're far more comfortable.

[ He gives her a look but reluctantly climbs out of bed. ]

If you have something that doesn't smell exclusively of flowers, that would be appreciated.

[ He follows her along to the bathroom, thankful he didn't bother getting dressed. ]

[ She reaches back to take his hand, shamelessly looking him over with an approving cant of her brows. ]

I do have a warmer patchouli and lavender scent, for those moody days... How does that sound?

[ She's already refilled the tub for him and laid out a fresh towel for herself to kneel on. It seems that she wasn't about to take no for an answer! ]

Are you saying I'm moody?

[ That, in itself, is providing the answer to his question. Still, he climbs into the tub, the water being just hot enough that he hums pleasantly. ]

Honestly, I've never had someone else bathe me. Aside from being a child, of course.

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[ Settling down behind him, Grell takes up a washcloth. Leaning in to dip it into the water, she places a gentle kiss at the base of his neck. ]

Mn, I'm happy to be your first~

[ Pouring some of the liquid soap atop the dampened cloth, she takes her time lathering it up well, before starting where she'd just placed her lips, taking care to wash his neck well and gently, before working down his shoulders. ]

It is a bit odd.

[ Odd but relaxing. As she moves the cloth over his chest, he leans back in the basin, closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth of the water. He's quiet for awhile until a random thought pops into his mind. ]

Have you been with anyone else since becoming a reaper?

[ Taken back by the question, Grell is silent for a moment. She reaches into the water to take one of his hands, washing down his arm before taking care in washing it. ]

I have. I found someone, every now and then, to stave off the loneliness. And then, there was Angelina.

Ah yes, how could I have forgotten that headache?

[ He helps, lifting his arm to allow her to clean it. ]

Considering how that ended, I'm surprised you are so willing to accept the caring side I've been showing lately.

[ Though she chuckles, Grell doesn't seem all that amused. ]

Yes, well.

[ She dips his arm, before trading it off for his other. ]

It wasn't just that. She'd decided to give up everything, in that moment.

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