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]

[ The reaper's gaze ventures toward the ceiling as she mulls that over. ]

Oh, that's a rare one. Certainly the first since we've been together.

[ Raising both her hands above her head, arching her back just so, she takes on a more submissive pose! ]

You know I refer to be dominated.

[death_glare]

[ He reluctantly pushes himself up, but gives her submissive little pose a good look over. ]

Yes, you've made that undeniably clear over the years.

[ Though, her phrasing makes him slightly curious. ]

What are these more common dreams?

[untodeath]

[ He definitely didn't need to push himself up for that one, but she appreciates the gesture, surely. Gets a self-satisfied little grin out of her. ]

Mmn, well... Some are terribly predictable. Snogging on your desk, for example. Others, to strange to decipher-- as was last night's.

[ Yeah, as if any of THAT would ever happen.

She relaxes to drape her arm back around him. ]

I think my favourite might've been defeating Sebaby together rather brutally-- and then found ourselves unable to keep our hands off one another! [ Oh, she's blushing even now. ] I couldn't stop thinking about it. I had to excuse myself for some relief halfway through my following shift!

[death_glare]

Stop calling that vile demon by your ridiculous pet names.

[ It's unclear whether he's saying this out of jealousy or disgust. Still, he sits up further with a huff, leaning against the headboard and pulling the covers up to over his lap. ]

Are you telling me you pleasured yourself while you were on the clock?

[untodeath]

[ Grell wants to believe it's jealousy, and she rather likes it. Rolling over, she settles onto his lap, arms draped comfortably about his hips. ]

I am. Does that upset you? Sir?

[death_glare]

[ His face certainly conveys his irritation. With a balled fist he gives her a good smack atop her head. ]

Honestly, you're fortunate that I am no longer your boss.

[untodeath]

[ Grell yelps, cheek pressed to his thigh with a might pout! ]

Honestly, most husbands would find something of the sort to be enticing...

[ A little huff, as she moves a hand to rub at the top of her head - though a smirk quickly settles back onto her lips. She still likes it. ]

[death_glare]

Having to work overtime due to your perverted mind is not enticing to me, in the least.

[ Overtime, William's biggest turn-off.

Though, he does fail to negate her use of the title of husband for him. ]

[untodeath]

[ IT doesn't go unnoticed, ad the reaper's lips part into a might grin because of it! Her hands wander up and along his hips affectionately. ]

Perhaps it's you that is fortunate not to be my boss any longer.

[death_glare]

Honestly, I've thought that on many occasions, already.

[ He watches her hands as they move, then gives her a stern look. ]

Are we going shopping or not. It's certainly isn't going to happen if we continue with this all day.

[untodeath]

[ A soft huff shakes her shoulders, though she merely quirks a brow at him. ]

Tired of me already? [ She rolls over to push the blankets aside, sitting herself up and swing her legs over the side of the bed. Excepts she's still a bit too drowsy to get up just yet-- and so, she flops onto her side with a harrumph. ]

[death_glare]

[ While he was referring to sex, he certainly could tolerate more nap time. That's something he needs to catch up on, as well. Thus, he stays put despite his own complaint. ]

Do you realise how many times we've slept together already?

[untodeath]

[ Grell stays silent for a moment, before peeking over her shoulder. ]

It all blends together, really.

[death_glare]

Then you should be satisfied for a long while.

[ As if he doesn't know they'll be right back at it before the night's through. ]

[untodeath]

It isn't a matter of whether you've satisfied me - as you surely have - but, rather, I...

[ She pushes herself back up with a sigh. ]

What can I say, I'm a glutton for your affections.

[death_glare]

I'm spoiling you then.

[ Assuming she'll need more time to get ready than he will, he makes to nestle back down for a bit longer. ]

[untodeath]

[ Hands on her hips, the redhead turns to give him a look... despite the fact that she's still half-hard from their dream escapades. It's the urgency for a sassy response that's the important thing here! ]

Now, that is an idea that we can revisit in another century - but, until then, I would consider it making up for lost time!

[death_glare]

We'll see. Now, go get ready.

[ Curled up comfortably on his side, William pulls the blanket up to his chin. The position allows him to have a nice view of Grell as she gets ready. ]

[untodeath]

[ With a puff, she sets about doing just that-- and catches a glimpse of her reflection, on the way to the closet. With a double-take, she digs her hands into her hair, slumping with a long groan. ]

This is going to take some work.

[death_glare]

What are you complaining about? I just washed it for you.

[ Only William could sound grumpy while bundled up in blankets. ]

[untodeath]

What, are you not seeing this?

[ Plopping down into the chair before her vanity, she immediately reaches for the hair products! ]

[death_glare]

I am and it looks perfectly fine.

[untodeath]

[ For just a beat, she pauses to glance at him endearingly. ]

I see you're learning to humour me.

[ She's still applying that hair oil!! Though perhaps not as feverishly. ]

[death_glare]

That would imply that I'm lying.

[ With a sigh, he turns his face into the pillow, slightly. ]

[untodeath]

[ That sigh, coupled with its gesture, leads her to think that she's upset him in some way. Lowering her arms, she tilts her head. ]

Now, I know better than to accuse you of that. What is it?