thedispatch | Forgiven

Good.

[ A final word and kiss against his ear and he's pushing himself up to look down on her. His gaze drifts down her body, settling on her belt. It's carefully removed, set aside, then her slacks are slowly undone, button by button. ]

[ 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. ]

[ Belt finally gone, William lifts Grell's legs up in front of him, sliding her slacks off with a slow trail of his hands along her thighs. That garment tossed aside, as well, he continues his attention to her legs, perching one upon a shoulder while he kisses down the length of the other's calf. His teeth nip at the back of her knee, then tease along the sensitive skin of her thigh. ]

I suppose you are, considering how few I've chosen to be intimate with.

[ Grell's head relaxes back, lips parted as her breath steadily becomes more heated. Ah, that nip to the back of her knee, in particular, draws a moan, muscle tensing briefly-- soothed into sweet sighs as he works his way down her thigh. ]

Mn, selfish as it may be, I do cherish that fact. Keeping you to myself.

You wouldn't fancy a third in our relationship?

[ He's somewhat teasing, but also curious of her reply. And while he waits for it, he'll return to that sensitive area of her knee - planting kisses and suckling briefly at the skin. ]

[ With a sharp breath, her back arches just so. ]

A third--? [ Idly, her hands over her hips. ] I don't think I fancy anyone else enough for a relationship... but if you mean to play, I'm not entirely against the idea, I suppose. [ A hum, teeth scraping over her lower lip. ] I don't know how jealous I'd be...

Honestly, I'd prefer you get the extra attention than me.

[ Pushing her legs forward by the knees, he leans over her just enough to kiss her firmly. ]

But, as far as being committed goes, you're mine, alone.

[ The redhead is eager to accept the kiss, hands framing his chin as she hungrily reciprocates with one of her own. ]

Body and soul, darling. [ She runs her hands up to play with his hair, as she's rather limited to how she touches him in this position, but will take every opportunity, regardless. ] Did you have someone in mind?

[ The fingers in his hair get a decent groan out of him, and he accompanies it with a gratuitous grind of his hips against her rear. ]

Not particularly. Perhaps one of the men you've hooked up with previously?

[ He can't quite think who would be crazy enough, besides himself, to let Grell that close. ]

[ She moans softly, fingers winding into the short raven locks. ]

Hardly an option, I'm afraid. [ If he catches her drift. ]

Mortals, then, I presume?

[ Liking the noise he's coaxed from her, he repeats the movement, making sure she can feel how hard he's become under those trousers. ]

[ Humming an affirmative, it all too quickly drawls into another groan. Her hands falls to his shoulders, fingers pressing into them. ]

Weak, insignificant men.

I'm surprised you'd allow such men so close to you. You must have grown bored of them fairly quickly.

[ There's another kiss granted to her before he rights himself. But, his hand quickly finds its way into her panties, stroking her length briefly before rubbing teasingly around her entrance. ]

[ Licking over her lips longingly, the sounds he evokes are a mixture of satisfaction and need. Good as it is, his cock would feel so much better. ]

Of course-- but I only needed them for one thing, didn't I?

[ Now that she's able, she cranes into his touch, nails scraping along her own hips. ]

[ With two fingers sliding deep into her, he slowly lifts one of her legs over to join the other. Then gripping them both tight at the ankles, eases her back down onto the mattress so her hips are tilted to the side.

Her positioned how he'd like, he pumps his fingers into her, undoing the closure to his pants with the other hand. His cock is pulled free, and he strokes himself in time. ]

How did they compare?

[ Lips parting, the reaper inhales with a pleasured gasp, leading into a groan as he repositions her. Hands trailing up her torso, she pushes her fingers through her hair. ]

They didn't, my love.

If I'm making you moan just by shifting you about, then I can't imagine they did.

[ Granted, he's doing a bit more than that, right now, but he'd gotten her to be vocal long before his fingers began to explore. But now, he climbs upon the bed and leans over on one hand to indulge her in a deep kiss. Slowly his fingers still before leaving her completely, instead moving to guide his cock. Another kiss and he's pressing himself in, decidedly less forceful than their previous times. ]

[ Grell relaxes her arms to drape over his shoulders, mewling faintly into his lips at the loss of sensation, though pacified by the display of affection. She briefly breaks away as he enters her, however, head falling back as her arms tighten about his shoulders. ]

Will--

[ Shifting to crane in closer, she's content to drown her whimpers in their kisses - longer draws of the lips, slower passes of the tongue, more heated. ]

[ And for the moment, William's content to stay just as they are. Fully encased by her warm body, feeling the subtle tightening of her muscles with each kiss they share. Dare he say just basking in that quiet, steady moment is of equal pleasure to the intensity of the previous nights. ]

...I love you, Grell.

[ Never would she have expected to enjoy 'making love'. It was an idea she'd given up on, before she'd even passed over into this life - purely fiction, and a terribly cliche one, at that; however, as she's discovered it, this may be what she's craved all along. All of the love and attention she's pined for from William, and more.

That isn't to say that she'll change her ways entirely. Not in the least.

As her muscles adjust to the sensation, she quiets to content sighs between them. ]

And I love you. So very much.

[ Shifting to pet her fingers over his hair, she closes her eyes to nuzzle against him, forehead rested to his. ]

[ Ever so gently, William's hips begin to move. The pace is slow and rhythmic. Each quiet moan and sigh Grell makes, mirrored by a deep breath of his own. His eyes remain on hers, violet pupils almost seeming to glow brighter as he thrusts. ]

I hope to tell you that more often. [ A soft kiss. ] Though, I doubt you'll ever forget the first time.

[ And, the noisy thing that she is, she certainly does just that; this time, however, might be a bit more genuine, in a way. Deeper, softer. ]

Of course I won't. [ It's a bit more difficult to do this way, but she adjusts the rock of her hips. Tightens her muscles in tandem with his own movements. ] But I-- certainly won't protest to... hearing it as much as possible.

I don't want to spoil you too much.

[ Though he's been doing so for each day he's been back. Finally, he sits up, one hand gripping at her ass, while the other firmly takes her by the thigh. His thrusts intensify, but just enough to take the sensation a step higher. A deep thrust, then a slow retract, letting her feel how much she's truly taking in. ]

[ As he pulls away, her hands trail down his arms, settling over the back of his palms, to hold. Watching him intently, affection in her eyes, her lashes flutter as her sighs carry sweet moans. ]

More like-- sustain me, I think.

[ His own eyes close, for a moment, as he heaves a heavy groan. This slowed pace seems to be doing him in far more than Grell, at least it seems. With the next thrust, he lingers inside her, his own thighs twitching ever so slightly. Brows furrowing, he swallows hard, attempting to gather himself. ]

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