Forgiven

[death_glare]

[ 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. ]

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[death_glare]

I should have you apologize to the current head of Dispatch. I'm sure you put him though quite a bit.

[ Not that he cares about the man or his feelings, but it would be amusing to watch. But for now, his eyelids are growing heavy. Tonight was extra exhausting, after all, having held her up nearly the entire time. ]

[untodeath]

He actually came back?

[ The redhead scoffs-- but then she catches the sleepiness in his tone, ans the droop of lids over his vibrant eyes. With a small crooked smile, she leans in to peck his lips. ]

But we can speak of that tomorrow.

[death_glare]

If only because you were no longer there. Knox has been by himself, otherwise.

[ The tiny peck gets him to quiet up about it, though. Much like earlier, he pulls Grell tight against him, enjoying scent of her hair and touch of her bare skin against his own. ]

[untodeath]

[ That gets her to quiet, as well. Not only the snuggling-- mentioning that Ronald had been by himself gets her to think a bit. She may actually feel guilty for that. At least he's likely been given a pay raise, on top of the overtime pay...

Shaking her head, she nuzzles under his chin, relaxing with a long sigh. ]

Dream sweetly, my love.

[death_glare]

Hm.

[ His way of wishing her a good night's sleep, as well. That night is most certainly the best night's sleep William's ever experienced. And he never thought that it would be with Grell curled up beside him. Upon waking, all he finds himself wanting to do is stay there, warm and happy. If it weren't for Grell needing to work today, he'd have gladly let her sleep in with him.

Alas. With a pat to her back he speaks her name just loud enough to rouse her from her slumber. ]

Grell...

[untodeath]

[ Cheek pressed to his shoulder, her mouth hangs open just so, positively deep in slumber. The pat only barely rouses her -- but it's William speaking her name that has the reaper's lashes fluttering. With a sigh of protest, she turns her face to press into his skin. ]

Nnn...

[death_glare]

[ Taking that as her being awake enough to make sense of his words, he attempts to get her to let go of him. ]

Get up. We both need to bathe before your shift.

[ Hopefully the implication of a shower together will counteract any ill feelings from mentioning work. ]

[untodeath]

[ Indeed, it's quite successful-- though it takes a moment for the gears to start whirring. She pulls back to rub at an eye while her mind pieces that together. ]

Together? [ You know, just to be sure. ]

[death_glare]

[ He's about to reply with, 'it will be quicker that way' but realizes that, most likely, won't be the case. Still, the idea is appealing. Especially after the bath she gave him the previous evening. ]

We can, yes.

[untodeath]

[ With a tired-but-happy little croon, she pulls herself up to give him a kiss! ]

Okay, I'm up♥.

[death_glare]

I thought that would work.

[ He accepts the kiss before sitting up and pulling the blanket off them both. Though he's fully rested and relaxed, the need for a bath is quite apparent. Without another word, he rises and heads straight to the bathroom to run the water. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell scoots after him, reaching for her glasses at the bedside table. Sliding them on, she follows after with a yawn. Blearily looking at herself in the mirror, the bandages around her chest catch her attention first. She pulls them loose to inspect her wound-- which looks rather phenomenal, really. The redness has subsided, the skin appears mended... and so, with a hum, she reaches for her grooming scissors! ]

[death_glare]

Shower or bath?

[ Testing the water temperature with his hand, he looks back to see her removing the bandages. Her response seems to indicate the wound is healing well. Unconvinced, he approaches and shifts her with a firm grasp of her hip to get a better look. ]

That healed rather quickly.

[untodeath]

[ Grell's having a time deciding between the two-- the distraction leaves her breathing sharply, taken by surprise when he whirls her!! There's a delighted giggle upon exhale, though. Having his genuine concern feels... quite nice, actually! ]

See~? I told you, that rest did wonders.

[ With those scissors in hand, she snips at the air idly, an upturned brow quirked. ]

Would you like to help me remove them?

[death_glare]

Your body took quite a bit before that, though. Honestly, I'm surprised the stitching didn't pop on its own.

[ He looks to the scissors in hand before inspecting the area around the stitches to see if it's wise to do so. Pleased with what he sees, he holds his hand out for the pair. ]

Give me them. They should come out easy enough.

[untodeath]

Well, I wasn't sleeping. Or taking care at all, really. I'm not entirely surprised.

[ Grell IS surprised that he's agreed to the idea of removing the stitches, however! She'd somehow expected him to fuss about it.

Biting at her lip excitedly, she carefully turns the scissor in hand to give them over. ]

[death_glare]

[ The scissors are taken as he touches around where the first knot is located. ]

I was referring to last night. And the night beforehand.

[ His eyes shift up to hers for a brief moment before the first stitch is quickly snipped. Then with a powerful yank to the thread, it's pulled free from her skin. There's barely a moment to process any pain that may have caused before he's on to the second one. ]

[untodeath]

--Oh.

[ The redhead's laughter is cut short, biting her breath as she presses her eyes and grasps at the counter's edge. By the second, her breath is hitching. ]

This... Is much more fun than the doctor's office.

[death_glare]

Honestly, only you would find this fun.

[ Shaking his head, he continues on. The sharp contract between the gentle touch he'd given to her prior to starting, and the blatant ignoring of any pain she may be feeling, most certainly makes it even more appealing to her. There are quite a few stitches, after all, and he'd like to bathe before the hot water's all used up. ]

I could have removed these all at once if I still had my scythe.

[ Never mind that the wound was caused by a death scythe, to begin with! ]

[untodeath]

[ This time, her snerk lulls into a quiet hiss. That one, in particular, really hit a nerve! At this rate, there will be no denying how much she's enjoying it. ]

You're doing-- just fine. In fact.. [ Another hold of her breath, before releasing it shakily. ] ... I might mistake you for enjoying it, as well..

[death_glare]

[ His only response to that is to give her a piercing glare while he pulls sharply on the final stitch. The threads are quickly brushed off into the bin before he gives her a firm slap on her upper thigh. ]

Get in the tub. We're taking a bath.

[untodeath]

[ The pull earns a pained little hum - and the smack, a sharp inhale, as her teeth drag over her bottom lip. ]

Happily.

[ As Grell passes, her hand trails along low on his middle. She's sitting herself on the basin's edge to test the temperature, and seemingly satisfied, shuts off the faucet. Dipping in her feet, she breathes a content sigh while sliding herself down into the pleasantly warm water.

[death_glare]

[ It's not the biggest of bathtubs, probably why Grell wanted him to mention a larger tub when he went to inquire about a new flat for them to share. But, the close quarters is hardly something to complain about as William climbs in after her. Choosing to scoot her forward and take the place behind her, he slides each of his legs along her sides until he's able to lean comfortably against the slanted back of the tub. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell giggles as she's scooted forward, but is happy to accommodate-- especially once she's able to settle against him. Her hands trail up and over his knees with a croon. ]

Mn, I'd be quite content to start every morning this way.

[death_glare]

I may have to agree. Though, this seems like it may be better as a way to relax before bedtime.

[ Scooping up some water, the funnels it over her back. Thankfully her shorter hair allows him to rather than having a lap full of her red locks. ]

Choose a soap and I will wash your back.

[ Glancing at all the bottles again, he's not making that decision. ]