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]

Your hair is perfectly fine the way it is.

[ He knows that's not an argument he's going to win, so he leaves his opinion at that. His eyes scan the ceiling, thinking over her question. ]

I've never really done much for the holiday. Even on the rare occasions I was able to take off.

[ It sounds really sad now that he thinks on it. The office party was the only thing he had, and even that involved the others practically dragging him to it. ]

[untodeath]

[ Thankfully for William, he's changed the subject, and all that she manages is a disagreeing tick of the tongue, before she's distracted! ]

Mm, well, based on your social activities, I guessed as much... [ A quirk of the mouth, as she holds him a bit tighter. ] In truth, darling, I wasn't any less lonely. We'll be changing that.

[death_glare]

Just don't go coating the entire ceiling in mistletoe, again.

[ That was a holiday season to remember, for certain. Having to spend his entire morning clipping the plants down with his scythe while she pouted. ]

[untodeath]

[ Recounting that memory, she looks up at him with a gasp-- and then, an amused scoff! ]

All that effort, and you couldn't afford me one kiss! Not one peck on the cheek! [ A laugh. ] Looking at us now, you shouldn't have to worry this year~♥.

[death_glare]

It will be nice just to spend it with someone, again.

[ The cuddling, the warmth of the fire. You could tell him it's Christmas Eve now and he may very well believe you. He's quite happy in this moment. ]

[untodeath]

Not just any someone.

[ Shifting herself up just so, she leans over his chest to kiss him. Passionately lingering. ]

[death_glare]

To spend it with you.

[ He corrects himself as their lips linger only a breath away. ]

[untodeath]

[ Pleased, she contently takes his lips in a slow kiss. Slinking her arms over his shoulders, she is keen on lavishing him with many more, should he be receptive to it. ]

[death_glare]

[ And he is, letting her kiss him as she wishes. It isn't until she's seemingly satisfied that he shifts in an attempt to sit up, once more. ]

[untodeath]

[ Oh, Grell would be happy to continue on for a while longer-- if not for her tendency to fidget. She's shifting to become more comfortable, and potentially demand more of his attention - but as he moves, she curiously allows him to do as he pleases, humming inquisitively. ]

[death_glare]

The fire needs another log.

[ It's dwindle down quite a bit, the glow it emits to the room slowly dimming. ]

Unless you'd rather head back to bed.

[untodeath]

[ William seemed so content, how could she say no? She chuckles, gesturing for the man to help himself. ]

When we're having such a good time♥?

[ In the meanwhile, she's going to streeetch out to grab that box of biscuits, and enjoy one with her tea. It might be tepid now, but no less tasty! ]

[death_glare]

It was merely a suggestion.

[ He pushes himself up from the floor, moving across the room to toss in another log. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell intently watches as the flames crawl into the dry wood and set it ablaze. ]

Mn, were you tired, my darling? [ She offers up a biscuit to tempt him back! ]

[death_glare]

[ He gladly takes it as he sits back down beside her. He crosses his legs under himself, leaning heavily against the base of the couch. ]

A bit. I only napped for a bit when we first arrived home.

[untodeath]

Oh... [ Downing the rest of her tea to wash down her last back, she seems to be mulling over that quite thoroughly! It isn't that she can't believe he's tired, but rather, that he wouldn't push her away and be more adamant about seeking rest. In contrast, he seems to be hesitant in doing so! ]

Are-- you alright? You're not usually so... [ Withholding? Tepid? Her eyes wander in thought--

Ah, but then her face lights with discovery and she sits taller! Just as quickly, she seems to become melty, body curling inward, hands balled beneath her chin, and expression entirely endeared. ]

Ooh... You care about what I want....♡♡♡!!

[death_glare]

[ He seems a bit peeved that she just figured that out. ]

Is that not the entire reason I returned? Honestly.

[untodeath]

[ She crawls over to him, quite cheerful! ]

Many can love and make sacrifices and still remain entirely selfish, you know?

[ Crawling to straddle his lap so that she may comfortably settle her arms atop his shoulders, she affectionately digs her hands into his hair. ]

Once the fire settles, we'll go to bed♡.

[death_glare]

Can they? Is a sacrifice not a selfless act all its own?

[ Now that he's thinking on it, he realises that giving up Heaven for Grell may have been the only sacrifice he's made. He settles his hands on her hips, squeezing and massaging them gently. A caring touch in contrast to the lustful ones earlier that evening. ]

[untodeath]

Oh, yes. It could be for many reasons. To ease guilt, save face, satiate one's own ego...

[ The touch has her lids drooping, lips barely parting with a sweet sigh. It feels truly amazing - his touch, and to be loved in such a way. ]

Forgive me, my love. I'd thought that you'd merely felt-- responsible, and perhaps pressed to take what was a quickly fleeting chance. Not that I loved you any less for it, mind!

[death_glare]

I did feel responsible. But I didn't return merely to apologise and make myself feel better about how I'd treated the three of you. I wanted to see you truly happy, and allow myself to be, as well.

[ His fingers pause briefly in their slow circular motions. ]

I suppose that is selfish, in a sense.

[untodeath]

As love itself can be.

[ Having been idly threading her fingers through his hair, she stops to hold herself still, gazing into his eyes while she takes in the moment. ]

It mas an ignorant assumption.

[death_glare]

[ He hums, nodding slightly at her first comment. ]

Then I will make the selfish request that you continue playing with my hair.

[untodeath]

[ She happily obliges, nails carefully raking against his scalp as she leans in to chuckle against his lips. ]

For the record, I do enjoy a selfish lover. [ And there's a kiss. ]

[death_glare]

I will keep that in mind.

[ As their kiss parts, he resumes massaging her, increasing the pressure just enough to thread that line between comfort and enjoyable pain - which is probably still to gentle for Grell! ]