Forgiven

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[ 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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[ William rests his forehead atop her shoulder, his breathing slowly steadying. Once Grell's body has relaxed, as well, is when he finally pulls free of her. He could retract his wings now, as well, but the attention she's giving them feels exceptionally soothing after such an intense experience. ]

Let's return to bed.

[untodeath]

[ With a numb sort of nod, she closes her eyes, using what focus she has to teleport them back home. They're standing beside the bed, this time, as she wouldn't wish to topple onto his wings in any way.

Weakly, she leans a knee against the bed, so that she might pull up her trousers - and then, allows herself to topple against it with a groan not unlike the one she'd given moments before, when he pulled himself free of her. ]

That was... [ Her vaguely hoarse and thoroughly exhausted sigh should say it all, really! ]

[death_glare]

[ Done with their job for the evening, William's wings retract before vanishing completely. As his body went through far less than hers had, he takes it upon himself to collect their sleep ware, letting her rest. It's the bare minimum - new panties and a camisole for her, briefs and his usual sleep bottoms for himself, the later of which is quickly decided against. With a gentleness that greatly contrasts every other moment of the evening, he removes her clothes, cleaning her up before redressing her. It's all done with the utmost care, down to wiping the blood from her already healing hands. ]

[untodeath]

[ Watching him all the while, Grell's eyes hold the utmost fondness. Tired though she may be, she's utterly content. Not only had he pleasured her as no one else could, the release far bypassed the typical orgasm for her. She feels more at ease.

The softness of his touch as he cleans her hands particularly leaves the reaper breathing a quiet, content sigh. Trailing the back of her knuckles along his cheek, she smiles. ]

I love you.

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It took you some time to return the sentiment.

[ A bit of a hypocritical thing to say, but there's no real irritation behind it, just mild teasing. Setting the dirtied cloth on the nightstand, he shifts her well enough to climb under the covers with him. The bedding has never felt more plush, he thinks as he turns to his side to face her. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell certainly thinks as much, determining by her wry little grin. Shaking her head, she determinedly shifts about to get as close as she can, tucking herself beneath his chin. No amount of exhaustion would ever prevent her from clinging to him, apparently. ]

Some things don't need to be said. [ She quips, very matter-of-fact. ] Doesn't mean that I won't remind you more than is necessary-- but! Even so!

[death_glare]

Then you won't complain if I keep the rest of my declarations of love to myself.

[ Better said with actions, it seems. He wraps his arms about her shoulders, holding her in the little cocoon his body makes around her. With a yawn he rests his chin atop her head. ]

[untodeath]

False! [ She declares, partly muffled against him - and she sounds positively delighted by it. ] I prefer that you spoil me♥.

[death_glare]

Honestly, I'd be concerned if you felt otherwise.

[ Though he's sure Grell is thoroughly exhausted, he's much content to just lay here and talk. If she does drift off, he'll lay with her until he's certain he won't wake her by moving. ]

[untodeath]

Mn, you know me too well.

[ Her speech drawls into a yawn there, at the end. Despite how much she tried to resist it, the reaper caught his yawn! It certainly doesn't help that she's enveloped in his warmth, though. ]

It makes me feel a bit guilty, I confess, because you've been surprising me every day...

[ She certainly sounds tired, but she seems to be stubbornly hanging on! ]

[death_glare]

It is nice to know that I'm doing things right, for a change.

[ Would she really turn down any attention he gave her, though? ]

You can sleep if you wish.

[untodeath]

[ Absolutely not. ]

Mm-hm~♡. But I'm fine, really. I like this.

[ Doesn't mean she won't nuzzle against his collar groggily. ]

[death_glare]

Perhaps I went easy on you, then.

[ He idly runs his fingers along her spine, thinking through the day. ]

[untodeath]

[ Ah, now, that touch gets her speech to slow down to a sleepy slur. ]

By all means, my darling, do your worst...

[death_glare]

[ After a moment's thought, he poses a question. ]

Which do you prefer?

[ Referring to their sex, something he assumes she'll surmise. ]

[untodeath]

[ William will feel her lashes flutter against his neck as she gives a hard blink. ]

Which of what? [ But almost as soon as that's out-- ] Oh.

[ Breathing in deeply, a deeply contemplative hum carries on her exhale. ]

I don't know that I could choose, as one could not exclusively survive on neither food nor drink...

[death_glare]

It's not a definitive choice over what the rest of our intimate moments will consist of.

[ He huffs, slightly miffed that she couldn't just answer the question simply. ]

Fine. What aspects of either do you enjoy most?

[untodeath]

[ His annoyance only makes her snerk with a lazy smile, eyes closing as she rests her brow against his neck. ]

Mm.. I enjoy the release that a good, hard fuck brings; I feel lighter, somehow. [ A short yawn. ] Mn, but.. making love with you is so.... deeply connected, I suppose. There's really no way to say it without being tragically cliche.

[death_glare]

Cliche or not, I would say I prefer the later.

[ As had happened to her earlier, he now catches that yawn. ]

[untodeath]

Mm. [ Her smile twinges wider. ] I didn't say that the act itself is. I may have, before you came along, but no longer.

[death_glare]

I didn't think I'd be able to show you anything new. You being far more open sexually than myself.

[untodeath]

Shameless, is more like it.

[ A chuckle. And another yawn! Which gets a groan out of her soon after, as it's inescapable at this point. ]

I'm quite happy that you did, really.

[death_glare]

Were you afraid I'd bore you in bed?

[ Most people would probably think the stuffy, boring man would be! ]

[untodeath]

[ She laughs, short and low. ]

With how explosive your anger was? No. I suspected you were a repressed deviant, and I was quite right, I think... [ A pleased little hum. ] Atill, you exceeded my expectations. Tonight especially.

[death_glare]

I cannot argue with you on that. You will have to tell me of other dreams you had.

[ His grip tightens around her just so. ]

I truly hope the other portion of that one will present itself.