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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[untodeath]

[ With a raise of her brows, Grell hums, nodding solemnly in agreement. William's surprisingly cool response to the idea has her squeezing his hand fondly, though!

The latter comment earns a curious gaze. ]

Hmn... I suppose that brings me to my next question for you...

[ Now she'll take her turn at an awkward drink of wine-- albeit a gulp, in comparison. With a sigh, she licks over her lips. ]

Assuming it's possible, would you have issue with me giving up slacks, in favour of a skirt? That is, becoming a woman.

[death_glare]

[ That has him pausing, brow furrowing once more. There's a long bit of silence before he takes the punishment of sipping more wine. ]

Actually, I'd been meaning to ask why that is something you desire. [ Sip. ] I can't even begin to claim that I understand it, but I can't see it making too much of a difference. Aside from the obvious physical ones.

You'd be just as irritating as ever, I'm certain.

[untodeath]

[ Watching him carefully, Grell keeps her glass close to her lips, swirling its contents absently. Perhaps to distract from the way she chews at her lip slightly. ]

The simplest way to describe it, I suppose, would be that my soul wasn't meant for this body. I've never felt at home in it, and it shall never give me what I desire from it... [ She shrugs, gaze drifting off. ] Even if I were to take the steps to transition now, the latter would never change-- but I hope that science may progress in that area, in time.

[death_glare]

You have a great deal of confidence for not feeling at home in your body, as you put it. That's one of your most attractive traits.

[ He replaces his near empty glass on the table and glances towards the kitchen, trying to recall if she'd picked up two bottles. ]

You must know I'm attracted to the female body, as well.
Exclusively, I'd thought, until now. Though, perhaps it's merely you that I like, not whatever body is housing you. [ He pauses to think on it a moment, before nodding. ]

[untodeath]

[ She's a bit torn by the compliment, and she looks it, brows briefly furrowing and lips shifting. ]

I've-- attempted to make the best of it, over the years. It took some time, learning to embrace who I am, as a whole... These days, I believe my confidence is-- mostly genuine.

[ But, ultimately, she reconsiders his last statement with a lopsided smile. Slightly flustered, even. ]

But that's... more reassuring than I could ever express, you know. Hearing that.

[death_glare]

Perhaps we should have had this conversation long ago.

[ Though, that fault's on his end, never letting anyone in. ]

Did you get more wine?

[ He's feeling surprisingly sober, despite them going through one bottle already. ]

[untodeath]

[ To answer his question, Grell simply rises from her seat to retrieve it, tucked away beside one of the cabinets. On her way back to the table, she brushes her hair through the back of his hair, down to embrace his neck whilst she leans in to kiss him. ]

Glad you enjoy it, my love.

[ Standing herself upright, she uncorks the bottle, nodding toward his glass to have him offer it up, so that she may pour him some more wine. ]

[death_glare]

[ The pause before he offers his glass is used to take her in a second kiss. He breathes out a comfortable sigh, enjoying the feeling of her fingers in his hair. ]

It's surprisingly good, though a bit meek. I can't say I feel very tipsy yet, at all.

[untodeath]

[ Grell smiles against his lips, lingering close before she must pull away to continue their meal! ]

Oh yes, this isn't your hard liquor, Mr. Whiskey. [ She chuckles, slipping back into her seat. ] Which is an option, if this bottle doesn't do it for you.

[death_glare]

It's gin.

[ He corrects her, even though the nickname gets him the frown. ]

And I think I will give the wine a second chance. Considering the vast price difference, and all.

[ Another larger sip and he's returning to his plate, scooping up the last bits of potatoes with a bit of the meat. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell giggles into her glass, busying herself with another gulp, before she sets to finishing her plate, as well. ]

Oh~, now you can be a proper sophisticate, not unlike myself.

[death_glare]

There's no sense in wasting it.

[ And apparently no sense in saving any for tomorrow. ]

I believe it's your turn to ask a question. If you'd like to continue.

[untodeath]

[ Grinning at him knowingly, she picks up her napkin to press over her lips. ]

Your last question related to mine, but-- I'll let it slide.

[ With a wink, she leans back while taking up her glass. Raising one leg to cross over the other, she instead decides to play her ankle up along his inner thigh. ]

Before me, what's the most daring think you've done in the name of sexual gratification?

[death_glare]

There was nothing stated against doing so. If anything, it makes more sense to ask related questions.

[ Having to stop and think has him taking another larger sip. His sexual relationship with Christine was vastly less intense than the one he and Grell now share. ]

I suppose a display of public affection that was a bit beyond what's socially acceptable. Nothing you would probably consider to be daring, though.

[untodeath]

[ With a single quirked brow, Grell's fingers brush beneath her chin with intrigue. ]

Oh, by Eighteen Century standards? Did you take a glance at her ankles?

[death_glare]

[ He sighs, shaking his head. Not so much at her sarcastic comment, but more at how true the statement is. It just makes it more and more obvious how much further the supernatural world has come. ]

We had the pleasure of an empty boxcar traveling to southern Wales, where her mother lived. At least for a short while. Another group of passengers did interrupt us, eventually, which left her quite mortified.

[untodeath]

[ Grell's brows raise, a hand hovers before her mouth as she abruptly laughs. ]

That was just a tad beyond socially acceptable?

[ Humming, she relaxes to take a drink of her wine. ]

Mn, rather sexy, either way. I'm impressed.

[death_glare]

We didn't go that far with it. And besides, she initiated it. She shouldn't have been so surprised with someone caught us.

[ He can only imagine she's watching from above and is thoroughly embarrassed that he told someone. ]

[untodeath]

Ooh~ [ A chuckle. ] You do like the adventurous sort, don't you? I can't wait to see what you'll let me get away with ♥.

[ And she plants that foot on the seat between his legs. ]

Your turn.

[death_glare]

You've gotten away with quite a bit already.

[ He sips again, humming briefly. Finally, he's feeling a buzz. It gets him to lift that foot up into his lap, running his palm along her calf. ]

Are you going to give me that massage you promised?

[untodeath]

[ With a purring chuckle, she's visibly guilty and delighted to be so. His touch has breathing in, slow and sensual. ]

I'd never go back on my word to you, my darling. Meet me in the bedroom?

[death_glare]

Had I'd known that I would have gotten you to promise far more to me.

[ Like doing her paperwork properly. Arriving to work on time. You know, that sort of boring thing.

But he's nodding, taking a moment to place their empty plate in the sink before heading to the bedroom. His shirt is unbuttoned and draped over the chair at her vanity, then he climbs atop the bed, lying face down to give her access to his smooth, muscular back. ]

[untodeath]

I'm not certain that you realise what incentives that may have required.

[ With a chuckle, Grell assists by setting them up to soak with the pans. ]

Right behind you, darling♥.

[ She'll take a few moments to grab some goodies; the remainder of their wine, a pitcher of ice water, spare glasses, and a bowl of fresh fruit selected from their evening's grocery run. Presented on a cute platter she's stored for the simple fact that it looked nice, she sets it on the bedside table. ]

Mn, you'll need to dress down more than that for a proper massage, you know!

[death_glare]

[ Having gotten fairly comfortable, he makes a face at having to get up once more and remove the remainder of his clothing. Finally nude, he plucks a strawberry from the offered plate before laying back atop the covers. ]

Honestly, I don't know why I assumed that my shirt would be enough.

[untodeath]

[ Opening the stand's drawer, it's been sorted to harbour many of the goodies they'd purchased, including the warming oil. Turning to climb onto the bed after him, she's already poured some into an open palm, leaving the bottle accessible at the bedside so that she might work the product between her hands. ]

With a body like yours, it never will be!

[ Shifting to straddle his ass, she begins by running her hands along the back of his shoulders, up his neck, and back down to the small of his waist. They return to his shoulders, next, where her fingers begin to work into the skin, kneading at the muscles there and along his neck. ]

Have you never received a massage before?