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]

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.

[untodeath]

[ She watches the course of his hand, lips parting as it embraces her skin. Shyly, she rests her hand over his wrist, gaze finally resting on his with confidence, and she looks positively lovestruck. ]

I couldn't ever bring myself to refuse you, William. I love everything you do.

[death_glare]

Hearing that brings me happiness, as well.

[ Seems he's playing along just as much. Toning down his stoic side and attempting to be romantic. He's not quite sure if he's doing a good job of it, but she hasn't bust out laughing at him, so he must be doing something right.

Slowly, his hand guides her face closer towards his own, until their lips meet in a soft, lingering kiss. ]

[untodeath]

[ Drawing a soft breath, her arms raise to encircle his neck. Receiving his kiss, she lacks the usual forcefulness in its return, seemingly weak in his embrace! Only when their lips part does she mutter his name, hand wandering along the line of his jaw, until they find his lips, fingertips gingerly touching his mouth. ]

[death_glare]

[ They'd made love only days before, but somehow this feels even more intimate. William continues to run his fingers through her hair. The soft uttering of his name sends a surprising surge through his body and he coaxes her into another, more passionate kiss. ]

[untodeath]

[ The sound Grell makes is the slightest hum; breathy, wanton, weak. Her hand lowers to rest at his bare collar, her body craning against his just so. ]

[death_glare]

[ The harness she's wearing certainly doesn't fit the timid girl she's portraying, but William still takes a hold of one of the straps of leather that hugs her rear. The leverage allows him to draw her up into his lap. ]

Don't be nervous, but I'd like you to take a bit of control tonight.

[untodeath]

[ Goodness, that hold on her harness already excites her. Makes her want to purr and rake her nails along his shoulders.

But, no, that would not play well to the character-- and so, with a breathy sigh, she lowers herself into his lap, looking over him unsurely, but not without attraction. ]

Take control? [ Shifting her hands to rest at his shoulders, she peeks up at him with her chin lowered. ] What would you have me do?

[death_glare]

If I dictated your actions, that would hardly leave you in control.

[ Letting go of her harness, he slides his hands up to rest at her waist. They massage there, lightly, attempting to calm any nervousness she may be feeling. ]

[untodeath]

[ That feels good. So good. It has her lashes lowering in bliss, hips tilting as she cranes into the touch. ]

Mm. [ A lazy little nod. ] That doesn't sound too difficult then, I suppose.. and it would make you happy.

[death_glare]

It would.

[ His hands roam up her back, continuing to gently massage her muscles through her lacy undergarment. Whether she'd like to keep it on, he will leave up to her this time. Though he wouldn't be opposed to either. ]

[untodeath]

[ Ah, she didn't even realize that her muscles were tense. Perhaps it's from her posture while sweeping and mopping-- or are they this way because of her psychological disposition? ]

So I... just do whatever I'd like, then?

[ Regardless, she is melting into his touch, head tilting back with a sweet sigh. ]

Or do you mean-- that I should take you?

[death_glare]

[ Slowly he can feel her trying to relax those muscles. And given the sigh she lets out, he knows the kneading of his fingers must be helping.

Her last inquiry has him pausing momentarily, though. ]

I'm not certain I'm open for that, just yet.

[ Catching himself and his own hesitation, he resumes pressing small circles against the muscles of her shoulders. ]

I want you to tell me just what you'd like me to do to you. Move my hands where you'd like them. Tell me where to kiss you. Show me just what your body wants from me.

[untodeath]

[ Ah, she certainly got him there, and has to resist the temptation to laugh! In fact, she dashes her tongue over her lips to conceal to twinge of muscle in her cheeks. Makes it into a mental preparation of sorts, as she sits herself up a bit taller with a nod and resolute breath. ]

... Higher. Please.

[death_glare]

[ Even if she doesn't laugh, he knows she must be holding one back. But where he'd normally smack her upside the head and tell her to shut up, instead he does as instructed. Palms slide up along her spine, pausing as they reach the base of her neck, there they knead the normally tense muscles flanking either side. ]

Here?