thedispatch | Forgiven

[ 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?

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.

[ 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?

[ 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.

[ 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.

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. ]

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.

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?

[ 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?

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. ]

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!

[ 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.

[ 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?

[ As she rubs the oil over his skin, he hums pleasantly, feeling it slowly warming beneath her touch. He may no longer feel the aches and pains of long shifts and stress headaches, but that isn't to say the way her fingers massage his shoulders isn't truly amazing. ]

I have. Though I won't say who. As you're liable to confront them on the matter.

[ That has her hands faltering. ]

You could've just said yes, and I'd have assumed it was professional-- but that sounds problematic.

[ HUFF. ]

Either way, such implies that I know them, and our list of mutual contacts is rather slim.

Don't go interrogating the entire London division.

[ Though the calmness of his tone sounds anything but commanding. ]

They weren't full body massages, anyway, so there's little to fuss over.

[ With a hum, she tentatively begins to massage down his upper back. ]

It was Alan, wasn't it.

[ He could just lie, but that's not the William we know and love. ]

It was not him, no.

[ Well, she can't decide whether that's a good thing, or whether it would've been less concerning considering Alan's 'connection' with his 'partner'.

Lips pursed in contemplation, she's quite focused as she works the pad of her thumbs along his spine. ]

--Ronald?

Knox would never devote any of his spare time to helping me relax, I assure you.

[ There's an approving grunt as her thumbs run over a particular spot at the center of his back. ]

[ Oh, what's she found, now? With a little smirk, she rises herself up onto her knees to shift a bit lower over his hips, so that she may properly focus on massaging the area. ]

Was it a woman?

I already told you I am not telling you who it was.

[ An obvious yes. The grunt shifts to a long groan, signaling she's got the perfect spot. ]

I see... I seem to recall you telling me that you haven't been intimate since your wife.

[ And leaning her weight in, she applies just the right pressure, fingers working slowly and purposefully, while muttering into his ear. ]

Did you lie to me?

[ There's a surprisingly audible crack as she presses down more firmly. ]

It wasn't intimate. It was a simple shoulder massage.

--Oh.

[ That snap gets her to chuckle in the most satisfied way. That must have felt fantastic. She soothingly runs her palms over the spot, newly released of its pressure. ]

You must understand my scepticism. A proper woman giving a man - who vehemently protected his personal space, mind you - a shoulder massage... Hm.

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