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. ]

Comments

[death_glare]

[ A moment later, a short but neatly written list appears in his hand. He holds it out for her to take and inspect. ]

Obviously, I was unsure of what you'd like to have.

[untodeath]

[ Of course he'd had one written. She knew it. With a wholly amused grin, she accepts the paper to look over. ]

Well, I typically survive off of raw foods and premade meals, so. Perhaps some preserves, smoked salmon... That sort of thing.

[death_glare]

[ He'll snatch the list back and, producing a pen, make these new additions. Along with her suggestions, he jots a few ingredients for some meals he may cook up for them. ]

I do not mind cooking, on occasion.

[untodeath]

[ At the extra additions, she curiously peeks over-- and her fingertips touch to her lips with girlish glee. ]

I hardly think you'll be up to cook me breakfast, though, my love. Not with your airtight schedule of sleeping in!

[death_glare]

You will just have to fend for yourself in the mornings.

[ Yes, he is going to adhere to that schedule as closely as possible. ]

[untodeath]

Still... [ Nibbling at her lower lip, she brushes her shoulder to his, cheeks rosy. ] Cooking for me at all-- it's really the sweetest♥!

[death_glare]

I'll expect you to return the favor by cleaning up the kitchen afterwards.

[untodeath]

[ She shoots him a look. albeit good-natured. ]

Well, I can say that I'm a professional with that sort of thing, now. [ Seeing a stall that displays some of the items they need, she grasps at the cuff of William's sleeve to lead him to it. ] It will give me a chance to play housewife, in any case♥.

[death_glare]

[ William does a bit of an eye roll and shakes his head as he follows her towards the vendor's booth. ]

We are not married. [ Not that stating such is gonna stop her from fantasizing the idea. ] You haven't been gossiping around about us, have you?

[untodeath]

[ Grell points out the items she'd like, ignoring that first comment entirely! Once she has it all bagged and paid for, she pushes it into William's arms. ]

I told you, I haven't talked to anyone. Silly man. Don't tell me you're suddenly embarrassed.

[death_glare]

I'm not embarrassed. It's just none of their business.

[ His hand almost moves to adjust his frames before he catches himself, instead focusing on the bag he suddenly finds in his arms. ]

[untodeath]

[ It's a very daring move, but she cups a hand to his cheek, leaning in to peck his lips. ]

You're the one that told our superiors.

[death_glare]

[ There's no reciprocation on that kiss. He's too busy grumping. ]

That was strictly so we could be assigned to a larger flat.

[untodeath]

[ Hey, he could have shoved her away, or complained about the public display, so she's okay with that. In fact, it might be a little cute. ]

You could've told them that it wasn't any of their business. They might've assumed I needed ongoing supervision, or something like that, even if it is a bit obvious. [ Chuckling, she holds onto his elbow to move them on. ]

[death_glare]

Asking for a two bedroom flat with one king size bed is more than a bit obvious.

[ He holds back just to get his argument out, but ultimately follows her along. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell can't help but laugh. ]

Alright, I'll give you that.

[death_glare]

[ Have a sigh to combat that laugh. ]

Honestly, I think they were relieved to hear so. They still seemed to think I might decide to return to Heaven, at some point.

[untodeath]

[ That thought causes her smile to fade entirely, replaced by a small frown. She huffs. ]

They should hope not, for it that's what they think, there really wouldn't be anything holding me back. Bastards.

[death_glare]

Calm yourself, I'm not going to leave. Not without bringing you along.

[ There's a short exhale through his nose, almost as if he laughed at the absurdity of Grell ascending to Heaven. If only the slightest. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell's lips pucker into a pout somewhat, but after glancing at William, the corner of her lips pluck into a smile once more. ]

That was almost sweet.

[death_glare]

It's simply the truth.

[ There's a short shove with his elbow. ]

Where is this shop, anyway?

[untodeath]

[ There it is-- her heart is fluttering again! At least the jab - and the yelp that ensues from it - is enough to insert some 'normalcy' into the situation and keep her on track. ]

We're here, silly. [ Rounding the corner to the next street, she gestures to the open market-- although the vendors are much more sparse this late in the evening. Looping an arm into his elbow, she seems more excited, now that their grocery trip has begun, and thus, is nearer to ending.

Once their bag has been filled and list depleted, they teleport back home. Grell stands on toe to reach into the bag and grab what she can, to start putting away the perishables. ]

So, what shall we make tonight~?

[death_glare]

Beef Wellington.

[ As he states it, his hand rests atop hers, stopping her from moving the steak to the ice box. ]

It will take a bit of time but it should be quite good once finished.

[untodeath]

[ With a purring hum, she pauses indeed, instead leaning in close. ]

Mn, fancy~♥

[ And she briefly kisses him, lingering for just a moment longer. ]

We've got a few things to satiate our appetites, in the meanwhile...

[death_glare]

Go unpack our other purchases. I will get this in the oven. Then we will have a bit of time to relax.

[ There's quite a bit of prep work to do. And William is left searching the kitchen for various tools. But eventually he's at the point of sliding the pastry wrapped steaks in the oven. ]