William T. Spears (
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Forgiven
[ No one questioned anything when William suddenly left his office that morning. "I've been called to a meeting" was all the information he gave the rest of Dispatch. To them, it wasn't surprising, seeing as he was the head of the department. For William, however, the summoning came with zero notice. As he made his way to the upper managements' offices, all he could wonder was what issue his subordinates caused that he'd have to clean up after, this time.
It wasn't until lunch break that William returned to Dispatch. The others expected they'd get reprimanded for something, but William remained quiet, his face expressionless as he closed the door to his office. ]
It wasn't until lunch break that William returned to Dispatch. The others expected they'd get reprimanded for something, but William remained quiet, his face expressionless as he closed the door to his office. ]
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[ Or maybe he wouldn't-- but she would!!
Looking back to catch a peek at William being all huffy, her lips twitch into a smile. ]
I'll be quick - but if you still fall asleep, don't complain if I push you over to cuddle some more.
[ She's calling back over her shoulder, as she starts up the water. Peeling off her lashes, she reaches for the oil to make quick work of her eye makeup. ]
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[ He calls back, though he pulls back the covers enough so he can see her in the bathroom. There's mild curiosity into this whole routine she goes through. ]
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How sensitive of you!
[ Once massaging the oil around her eyes, she reaches down to splash some of the warmed water on her skin. She's then feeling around for the face wash, to disperse between her palms and rub around her skin, rinsing once more before shutting it off. Finally, she turns to the towel to pat her face dry... but she isn't quite done yet! On her way back, she stops at the vanity to make a quick job of her skin care routine! ]
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I'm saying that you look just fine regardless of how your makeup is.
[ But he knows she's not going to give up the pampering so he curls up more, attempting to relax. ]
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Getting uo to cross over to the bed, she lifts the edge of the blankets to crawl underneath, nuzzling at him in search of another kiss. ]
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I didn't expect you'd change your mind.
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[ With another kiss, she lingers close, peering up at him. Even if his image is a little fuzzy, it's still intoxicating to be able to look at him like this. ]
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[ But she must know he didn't say it just to get her into bed. He's probably the most honest man there is. ]
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Oh reaaallyyy~? What else would you say♥?
[ The redhead chuckles, guiding her fingertips up and along his spine, and ever so lightly raking her nails down his back. ]
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Back then? I may have been hard pressed to think of something.
[ At least he's also learning to flirt a bit. ]
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So much for that idea, then. [ But then she's kissing the area with a loving hum. ] What about now?
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If I tell you everything now, you'll have nothing to look forward to.
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I suppose.
[ At least she's gone back to massaging at his back, so she seems to be past the subject! ]
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You know, I may already be willing to admit I'm happy.
[ His eyes close and he breathes out slowly. ]
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Really~? [ Cuddling under his chin, she slides her other arm under his middle to hold him close. ] I don't think you know how happy that makes me--!
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I want to thank you, Grell.
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After everything, you're thanking me... [ An amused breath shakes her shoulders. ] I love you, Will.
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[ His grip loosens but his arms still remain fully around her. She's so warm against him, her skin so smooth and soft. The smell of her hair right beneath his chin has it's own calming presence to it.
He'd felt a great sense of relief upon entering heaven. Even more so when his ex had told him he wasn't at fault. But somehow, this moment feels like a final stage. He can't ever remember a time when he felt so at ease. Before Grell speaks, he idly wonders if any of this is even real. ]
I know you do. [ There's a beat when everything runs through his mind again and he lets out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. ] I love you, as well.
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But, no. After everything that's happened, all that they've now shared, and the honesty he's afforded her just before--... Her heart pounds in her ears, her cheeks become warm, and her eyes misty. ]
William...
[ Rolling onto him, partly squealing with excitement and half sobbing with joy, she steals his mouth in a kiss. Long, lingering - lips parting to embrace his once and again. This is the happiest she's ever been, she thinks. ]
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The warmth he feels in his chest can't only be attributed to her body and the thick blankets cocooning them. It's seeing her so genuinely happy. ]
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This is the third time she's cried in his presence, and she dearly hopes it won't become a habit. It still feels quite unusual to her. ]
Goodness, how am I meant to let you sleep now...
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[ He breaks their contact just for a moment, reaching to the bed stand to fetch some tissues. Her tears are carefully patted away, as best as he's able in the low light of the room. ]
Perhaps it is a good thing you removed your eye makeup. It'd be a right mess to clean up, at this point.
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Your timing has been quite good where that's concerned... You truly are my hero.
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[ When she returns his hand, he'll discard the tissues and carefully roll them back over to their sides, finding that much more comfortable in the moment. ]
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Well, it certainly would have been preferable for you to come to your senses sooner... [ There's a lopsided smile, at that. ] You can't continue to beat yourself up about it, though. If you hadn't been prepared to accept happiness, we'd have only torn ourselves to pieces.
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