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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[death_glare]

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. ]

[untodeath]

[ 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?

[death_glare]

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. ]

[untodeath]

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?

[death_glare]

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

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

[untodeath]

--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.

[death_glare]

If you feel you need to look at it that way, then so be it. But that doesn't mean I was.

[ It did feel wonderful, and part of him is regretting not letting Grell do this for him before. She's quite good at relieving the tension she ultimately caused! ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell sighs heavily, though that doesn't keep her from moving down to his lower back. ]

I know very well that it's impossible for you to lie, Will. [ She works into the dips of his hips. ] She certainly wanted to fuck you. [ And as tempting as it is to more right down to his ass, she instead massages up and along his sides. ] And she'll never have the chance. What a shame.

[death_glare]

No, she won't.

[ He won't argue whether or not the woman was after that, all along, as it doesn't matter now, anyway. As Grell's fingers trail up his sides, his body betrays him in giving a shudder from the tickling touch. ]

[untodeath]

[ The redhead's giggle drawls into a croon. ]

You're ticklish. Cute.

[ And, briefly, she drags her nails down his ribs and waist with a feather-light touch-- and if he refrains from bucking her off his back, she'll reward him by granting him mercy and massaging down his arms, instead. ]

[death_glare]

Stop it.

[ He hasn't thrown her off, but he may do so if she keeps that up! Instead his muscles tense back up, stiffening his posture back to normal. ]

[untodeath]

Ooh, don't do that.

[ With the smallest huff, she leans in once more, to nuzzle into his locks along his ear, and up to kiss his temple. ]

I'll be a good girl, now. [ Her voice is almost soft, reassuring, as she kneads down his arms, until her palms slide into his. Even his hands won't go without her attention, thumbs drawing circles around the pads of his hands with equally firm and careful pressure. ]

[death_glare]

An empty promise, I'm certain.

[ He wills himself to relax his muscles again, focusing on where her fingers press against the skin of his arms and hands. ]

[untodeath]

Only if you want it to be. [ Her voice lowers to a hush, tone low and rolling as she mutters into his ear. And now that his arms have been thoroughly attended to, she glides her hands up and along them, over the expanse of the skin she's already worked, and back down to his waist. Her hands knead his hips, thumbs rolling over the muscle of his ass. ]

[death_glare]

It might be interesting to see just how long you can keep true to that.

[ Interesting, but ultimately boring! His muscles tense just briefly as her hands begin kneading at his rear, but soon they're succumbing to her touch, as well. There's another grunt of approval, one he may not have intended to sound. ]

[untodeath]

[ She hums with a pouty sort of tone. ]

I suppose that depends on one's definition of interesting.

[ Yes, she'll fully work out those muscles - and once she's finished with his hips, she slides the heel of her palms over the expanse of his bottom to get all the little spots she may have missed! ]

[death_glare]

Seeing you act as a demure young lady-- [ He pauses briefly at his sudden use of a female term. ] --it would be rather entertaining, I believe.

[ The muscles of his ass tighten and relax as she massages it. This may be his first experience with a butt massage, but he can't say he dislikes it! ]

[untodeath]

[ Oh, she sees what he did there. The effort is simply appreciated, having the redhead draw a breath with a smile - and though William cannot see it, he undoubtedly knows. It also has her grabbing at the meat of his ass tantalisingly-- until the remainder of his sentence registers. ]

You know very well that I wouldn't oppose a bit of roleplay♥. Is that really what you want?

[ Her voice becomes softer, meeker, as her hold lessens whilst carefully moving down to his legs. ]

Would-- would it be alright if I were to continue? Like this?

[ Even her touch is lighter, albeit soothing. ]

[death_glare]

[ The sound of her voice, her gentler touch, it's all so different than he's been used to for so long. And it's certainly intriguing. He clears his throat slightly, moving his arms up to fold comfortably in front of him. ]

That would be acceptable, yes.

[untodeath]

[ Biting at her lip, she resists the urge to grin, pleased by the response thus far. Instead, she drags her teeth over that pout, sensual. Even if he might not see that, either. It's the principal of staying in character!

Slowly working down toward his feet, she shifts carefully on the mattress to accommodate. ]

How's is it? Does it suit you, darling?

[death_glare]

[ He hums, pleased. ]

You've become quite skilled with your hands. I'm impressed.

[untodeath]

[ Exhaling, hints of a joyful laugh carry on her breath. ]

Thank you. I must admit, pleasing you is what makes me happy...

[ She's just as diligent at massaging her thumbs along the soles of his feet, palms pressing along their outer arch. ]

[death_glare]

[ Though she may not be finished with his feet, he pushes him self up, turning to his side to look back at her. It's one thing to hear her suddenly sweet and shy voice, but he's curious how she can make it match her mannerisms. ]

I'd like to see the smile I bring to you.

[untodeath]

[ Grell sits back on her heels, hands briefly fidgeting before resting over her knees. Her averted gaze rises to meet his briefly, and with an airy chuckle, her sweet little smile widens into something more genuine, eyes warm and cheeks rosy. ]

You're teasing me...

[death_glare]

[ He pushes himself up further, sitting tall beside her. With a brief brush of his fingers, he's moving her shortened locks aside so he can cup her cheek. ]

You don't seem adverse to it.