thedispatch | Forgiven

[ His breath steadying, he plants a kiss to her shoulder before finally pulling back. The tub is fully drained now, but the floor is another matter entirely. Even though they'll be moving soon, he audibly huffs at the mess. ]

You should get ready, now.

[ Smiling, she hums happily at his display of affection. ]

I'll need to clean myself up, first. [ And immediately realising what he's huffing over, leans a bit over the tub to look - despite the fact that she won't exactly see the mess without her glasses. ] And perhaps put down some towels...

[ Stepping out of the tub, his nose scrunches up slightly at the cold water hitting his warmed feet. ]

Do you have enough?

[ He's asking despite already making his way to the linen closet to grab what he can. ]

Oh yes.

[ Turning on the water once more, her voice raises to carry over it. ]

I had quite a bit of hair, and little time to do laundry. So, there should be plenty.

[ Wow, that certainly is a lot of towels. And unsurprisingly, they are all deep, blood red. He grabs three of the larger ones and walks back over to begin draping them across the floor. ]

I may have to do our laundry after lunch. I don't believe I have any outfits left.

That's really all you had?

[ Grell seems a bit perplexed by this, brows furrowing while she busies herself with washing down her abdomen and thighs-- and then, back up to her more intimate areas. ]

Yes. I don't own nearly as much as you do.

[ He looks to her, with the intention of giving her a glare, but instead just focuses on her washing herself. ]

[ Good timing on his part, as she inserts her fingers into herself to scoop out his cum. Her breath becomes more shallow, free hand gripping at the tub's edge. ]

You-- should have more than three day's worth.

[ It's an interesting sight, to be sure. One many might find off putting. But, for some reason, William's enticed by it. ]

I wasn't given much time to prepare for coming here.

[ Thank goodness. He is responsible for it, after all!

With him watching so intently, Grell works more diligently than she otherwise might. She fingers herself slowly, deeply-- but it's only heating her back up, and they certainly don't have time for that..! ]

We will just-... have to fix that this weekend.

[ Realizing they really shouldn't think of going at it again, just now, William gaze shifts back to her eyes. It's only for a moment, then he's refocusing on the task at hand. There's plenty of time for that later, after all.

The mess on the floor having been dealt with, for the moment, William moves to dry himself off, instead. A quick rub down and he's knotting the oversized towel around his waist. He checks his face in the slightly fogged mirror, noting how obvious it's become that he hasn't shaved in a few days. ]

I take it you have a razor?

[ With a pout, Grell huffs! Even if his logic isn't wrong, and not unlike what she'd been thinking moments before, she still doesn't enjoy that he could divert his attention so easily.

She just opts to finish up, washing her hands and shutting off the water. ]

I might.

[ Though vaguely snippy, she really can't deny him. ]

Top cabinet drawer.

[ He opens it up, finding the blade and shaving cream. ]

Don't pull that tone with me. You've gotten far more from me in three days than I'm used to.

[ Lathering up his face, he carefully drags the blade across his jaw line. He never thought he had the ability to pull off a beard. And seeing himself with noticeable stubble again really solidified that thought. ]

[ Sitting herself on the edge ofthe tub, she pulls a clean towel off of the rack for herself. It's immediately draped over her head to ruffle her damp hair. ]

You just ignored my efforts to be sexy for you! You absolutely will get a tone!

[ Though that might sound a little silly under the flapping of that towel.. ]

I did watch some. [ A huff at her accusation. ] You can continue for me this evening. We can't run the risk of you being late.

[ A few more swipes of the razor and he's leaning over the sink to wash the remains of the soap from his face. ]

[ William sounds a bit like he's trying to appease a child-- something that gets Grell to give a humoured roll of her eyes.

Leaving the towel draped over her shoulders, she carefully stands to tread over the towels, where she can find William standing at the sink. Draping her arms about his waist, she kisses his freshly smooth cheek. ]

Perhaps you can show off for me, instead.

[ And slipping away to stand beside him at the sink, she playfully nudges him aside with her hip, so that she might take up the razor, herself! ]

Shame you had to get rid of that stubble... I think I love a bit of that rugged flair on you. [ Despite what William apparently thinks! ]

[ He's gonna reply to her first comment when he's given that playful bump of her hip. Instead he gives her an eye roll of his own back at her. ]

Honestly? I don't think it suits me, even in the least.

Really?

[ She sounds surprised! Though her voice is a bit muffled, while she lathers up cream over her skin. ]

The mussed hair, the muscle-- I think it all goes quite lovely.

[ As for her own... Well, it's a bit difficult to see at its current state, thin and fair, but she abhors it nonetheless. Stubble isn't very feminine, after all. ]

Well, it certainly doesn't match my personality. I'm hardly a [ He has to think on the word. ] rugged person. Especially what with being an angel, now.

[ It is rather odd seeing Grell shave. Though he's never quite looked at her as a woman, he's never seen her with facial hair. Something he didn't really think on until now. ]

[ Grell hums in consideration to his words, as she runs the razor across her skin. ]

I wouldn't call you a typical angel, all considered.

What do you consider an angel to be, then?

[ He's moved on to taming that messy hair of his. It had gotten even worse after trying to ruffle it dry with one of the towels. ]

[ Grell hasn't even bothered with her hair yet, but it's rather wild after towel drying, as well! She chuckles while making quick work of her shave, flicking the razor's buildup into the sink as she goes. ]

Well, you're not exactly marketed as the sexual sort, first of all. I needn't remind you what we've been up to the past couple days.

No, you needn't. Though I have zero doubt that you will, regardless.

[ He turns on the faucet, helping the shaving cream clean out before it gets to be too much of a mess. ]

In truth, I don't think many of us change all that much. It seems to be that you become more aware and accepting. Able to be at peace with things that previously caused you to suffer. You start to understand what is really important to you.

[ The small gesture gets her to smile-- and it's just in time for her to rinse the blade clean, too! With a good shake, she sets it aside, so that she may rinse her face, instead. Still, she listens.

Using her towel to pat her face dry, she hums. ]

Hm. I may find that difficult to imagine, but-- I'm certainly thankful for it.

[ Turning to him, now feeling less unkempt, she reaches to brush his cheek with a fond smile. ]

It certainly helped with this.

[ Referring to the two of them and the state of their new relationship. He takes her hand from his cheek, holding it firmly while he leans in to give her a brief kiss. Then he's off to the bedroom to dress himself, without another word. ]

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