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]

You bring it upon yourself.

[ But he returns the kiss, regardless. Then, shooing her off to eat her meal, he takes his own seat back. ]

You were saying something about me crippling you?

[ William opts for the sweeter sandwich first, of course! ]

[untodeath]

[ By the questioning look she gives him, it's clear that she can't see how! But, whatever, she got her kiss and she would rather stuff food in her mouth than inquire about it. In contrast, she goes for the ham first, figuring the meat will be more filling.

And, indeed, her mouth is full with half a sandwich when he questions her, leaving Grell to just pointedly hum in affirmation and nod enthusiastically! ]

[death_glare]

[ Such just gets William to do the opposite, shake his head and sigh. ]

It shouldn't be affecting you that badly. You heal quickly enough.

[untodeath]

[ Grell reaches for her tea, helping her gulp it down. ]

Try explaining that to my ass, darling.

[ A corner of her mouth plucks into a smirk. ]

Worth it, though.

[death_glare]

Perhaps we will take a few days off, so to speak.

[ He nods in approval of his own triumph over the meal he prepared. ]

[untodeath]

[ Okay, William has already tried that one, and the look that she gives him conveys that she isn't about to fall for it this time! She scoffs in entertainment once more. ]

Yes, well, based on our track record thus far, I don't forsee that holding up. [ Said just before she shoves the last bite of tasty ham sammich into her mouth! ]

[death_glare]

I don't want to hear about any drop in your performance at work on Monday, then. Crippled, as you put it, or not, you'll have only yourself to blame if we continue on as we have been.

[ Not eating nearly as quickly as his partner, William sips slowly at his tea. ]

[untodeath]

[ Well, now that she's finished her sandwich off, it seems that she may slow down herself, taking a long sip of tea and heaving a happy sigh. ]

William, my love, you are too much. [ Shaking her head. She reaches out to pet down his jawline and beneath his chin, to fold there fondly. ] If I'm to maintain some semblance of sanity, we should pretend that job doesn't exist until my alarm rings Monday morning. [ Sigh! ] Perhaps taking some reminder of home there with me wouldn't be so bad, in any case!

[death_glare]

[ He seems to hold some sense of agreement on her first comment. ]

Perhaps I should have pretended that the entire time. In any case, I wouldn't mind a day of simple relaxation.

[untodeath]

It's settled then.

[ Tapping that chin with a satisfied little smile, she shifts to take another sip of tea. Seems she really enjoys what he's made! ]

We've the rest of the night, anyway. Tomorrow was reserved for moving things over into the new flat, hmn? [ A chuckle. ] At the very least, we could see to it that our new bath is in order.

[death_glare]

Ah, yes. I believe they are giving us the next week to fully move and have all the paperwork in order.

[ He pauses to enjoy a bit of his next sandwich. ]

I am looking forward to that larger bath, though.

[untodeath]

It would be a lovely way to reward ourselves for our efforts, don't you think?

[ Following suit, she bites into her little jam sandwich, and closes her eyes with a delighted breath. Oh yes, that hits the spot. ]

[death_glare]

[ There's a nod and a hum as he swallows down what he'd been eating. ]

What of the rest of tonight, then?

[untodeath]

A good question! [ Licking over her lips, she props a cheek atop her wrist. ] What would you like?

[death_glare]

I already said to relax.

[ Pay attention to his vague ideas, Grell! ]

[untodeath]

[ A LOOK. ]

Aand... [ A roll of the wrist. ] What does that entail? Hmn? Or are you going to chance that my not boring ideas shall be sufficient for your needs?

[death_glare]

[ He'll shoot that look right back at her. ]

Fine. Why don't we light the fireplace and relax in the sitting room.

[untodeath]

[ Her expression eases into an endeared little smile. ]

We'll need to gather a few blankets to make that couch acceptable for cuddles, but I like it.

[death_glare]

Yes, I recall sleeping on it. We'll need to replace that, at some point.

[ As they finish their food, William collects the plates, giving them a quick scrub before setting them aside to dry. ]

I will refill our tea if you'll ready the couch.

[untodeath]

[ Grell bats her lashes at him, humming appreciatively into her tea, as he takes her plate. ]

It was merely for aesthetic before you came along.

[ Ah, but earning more of William's tea has her excitedly finishing hers off, to leave the cup for him. ]

I'll do what I can, darling!

[ And with that, she teleports off - because walking is not the most favorable alternative, at present!

Once William makes his way to the sitting room, he'll find that she's layered her fluffiest blankets over the couch and topped it with a spare quilt, grabbed their pillows from the bed, and left a throw for them to share. There also appears to be a stack of books on the coffee table, and though she's mainly collected books of sonnets and eulogies, there's a murder mystery or two in the mix.

Easing herself onto the couch with a dissatisfied tick of her tongue, she pushes her hands into the added layers of cushioning whilst muttering to herself. ]

[death_glare]

[ Two cups of tea in hand, William rounds the side of the couch, fairly surprised with how many blankets she had in the tiny flat. ]

Is there an issue?

[ He opts to set her tea on the side table since she doesn't seem to have settled enough to take it from him. ]

[untodeath]

It's better, but I suppose one can only do so much to add comfort to a rock.

[ Her face softens looking up at him, though. ]

Everything should be at the fireplace, love.

[death_glare]

Would setting the blankets up on the floor prove better?

[ That says a lot for how uncomfortable the couch really is. He leaves his tea beside Grell's, moving to the fireplace to set some logs on the hearth. They're lit, the fire's glow setting a cozy mood to the room. ]

[untodeath]

[ With a blink, the readhead's teeth press into her lip with a grin! ]

I think it would, now that you mention it. Much better.

[ It also seems terribly romantic! So, of course, she's keen to pull up all of her work and drag it onto the floor! ]

[death_glare]

[ He stands there watching as Grell puts in great effort to set the cushioning up just right. And once it seems she's satisfied, he takes a seat next to her. She's done quite well, as he only adjusts the pillow behind himself once. ]

Grab the tea before you get comfortable.