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]

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.

[untodeath]

Oh, happily.

[ Humming with content, she tucks her hands beneath his shirt, to pet along his bare chest. ]

I'd fantasized that you could harness such a thirst, yes, but actually seeing it-- ah. I'm deeply obsessed, Will. You must believe me, my enthusiasm is only. Curbed by exhaustion... [ It seems that her thought process is becoming just the slightest bit jumbled, as such bliss tugs her into the comfort of rest. ]

[death_glare]

Sleep, then. Thankfully you aren't expected at work tomorrow.

[ Of course he had to throw that in there. ]

[untodeath]

Yes.. thank...fully.... [ Heaving a sleepy sigh, then, she's dead to the world purgatory. At least, for a few hours, until she stirs - and blearily reaches up to feel for her eye, on which half a false lash has popped. She softly grumbles, sitting up to peel them! ]

[death_glare]

[ When she's done fussing with her mussed eye make up, she'll notice that William is no longer snuggled up in bed. He'd dozed off for a bit, too, but when he woke, he carefully left the bed as to not wake her. He's now in the kitchen, seated at the table with a cup of tea. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell's upturned brow presses further with concern, as she tentatively pats the empty space beside her. Recalling her dreams meshing with the waking world, she's concerned that perhaps she's lost her tether to reality once more.

Except that, once she leans forward to pull herself out of bed and off of the soft support of the bed, her hips prove to be astoundingly sore. She certainly couldn't imagine that sort of pain!

With a pathetic sound, she cups her bottom whilst turning for the door.

Wait. No. Glasses. And a makeup wipe.

Moments later, Grell toddles into the kitchen, rubbing at an eye with her wipe. ]

You've crippled me. [ She grabs onto the back of a seat to walk herself around it and lower herself down, wincing upon sitting. ] Nn. Did you make yourself anything?

[ Aside from his tea, which she's reaching for to steal a sip! ]

[death_glare]

[ He's about to comment on her apparent pain when she swipes his tea cup from him. He frowns at her the entire time she sips from the cup, then looks down into it, as if offended by the amount she consumed. ]

The kettle is still on, I would have made you your own.

[ But now, it seems, he must make himself another cup instead! ]

There are some tea sandwiches in the icebox. Unless you'd rather eat mine.

[ Not that the sandwiches are labelled specifically for either of them, but it's the principle of it all! ]