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. ]

Comments

[untodeath]

Blind?

[ Grell tilts her head, clearly more confused by this. ]

If anything, you're the only one who can make me see more clearly.

[death_glare]

I realize that now.

[ Finishing up, he sets the wrapper off to the side. ]

[untodeath]

[ With a content hum, she gives his hand a squeeze. ]

Well, I'm glad for that.

[ Grell fidgets with her juice bottle a bit before she sets to guzzling it. It would be nice to hear some reassurance that he cares for her in the same way, rather than having returned under some sense of guilt-- but she knows quite well that he isn't one to push. She doesn't want to lose the progress they've made-- so, she bites her tongue! ]

[death_glare]

Good.

[ He continues to hold her hand, subconsciously squeezing back. ]

Did you want to sleep more or are you too awake now that we've eaten?

[untodeath]

[ Okay, so that brings back a hint of a smile! ]

Mn, I could go either way, really. [ She leans over to rest her shoulder against his once more, turning her chin to press against her own, so that she might bat her lashes up at him! ] If you have anything in mind.

[death_glare]

Nothing aside from grocery shopping, but that will have to wait until morning.

[ The batting of her lashes doesn't seem to have any effect on him. Unless you count that he's still holding tight to her hand. ]

[untodeath]

[ Breathing a chuckle, Grell shakes her head. ]

Well then... Cuddling it is! [ A beat, as her gaze drifts. ] If you're still up to it, anyway.

[death_glare]

I am alright with it.

[ And he lets go of her hand, readjusting the pillows again before settling down, on his side, this time. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell excitedly disposes of her bottle at the bedside table, so that she may flop back onto the bed-- an action she quickly regrets, biting back a groan.

But she perseveres, wiggling up beside William. For a moment, she hesitates, uncertain of whether she should face him, or spoon with him! She hums, opting to face him for now, tucking a hand under the pillow, and drape the other across his middle. ]

Mm♥

[death_glare]

Be careful or you'll take too long to heal.

[ Only William would scold you while also pulling you into his arms. Which is what he's doing, right now. Arm around her middle, as well, he pulls her close enough that if they moved just slightly closer, their lips would meet. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell flushes happily, lashes lowering as she brushes the tips of their noses together in an eskimo kiss, chuckling. ]

Yes, sir~♥

[death_glare]

[ William can't help but scrunch up his nose and pull his face back slightly. That's probably the first eskimo kiss he's gotten. ]

[untodeath]

[ Again, Grell finds herself laughing! ]

What, you don't like eskimo kisses?

[ Resting her cheek against the pillow, she's content to just gaze at him fondly. ]

What of butterfly kisses, then?

[death_glare]

What does our noses touching have to do with eskimos? Or butterflies?

[ He'll momentarily remove his arm from around her waist, just to rub at his nose. ]

[untodeath]

You know... rubbing noses to keep warm, and show affection... Eskimo kisses.

[ Reaching out to gently wrap her hand around his palm, she coaxes it away so that she may lean in quite close. ]

And butterfly kisses... [ She flutters her lashes to brush against his cheek! ] Just caress your skin ever so fondly~

[death_glare]

[ He stiffens, but doesn't pull back this time. ]

Those seem rather tame for you.

[untodeath]

Is that-- a complaint?

[ She peeks up at him, pulling back to lay as they were before. ]

I would happily partake in a good, old-fashioned kiss on the mouth-- however, I was hoping that the gentleman might initiate, this time!

[death_glare]

I am trying to decide if that's a wise move to make.

[ Just gonna let her process the fact that he's considering kissing her. ]

[untodeath]

[ Oh, she catches that immediately, quite obvious by the way her breath flutters! ]

You'll really continue to be so stubborn, after everything you've done to return to me?

[ Come on, how much more can she say without blatantly stating that she KNOWS they have something, Will! ]

[death_glare]

[ It's true. He cares about her and her well-being enough to give up paradise. He's held her while she cried and now lays beside her in bed to make certain she sleeps soundly.

With a soft sigh he leans in, taking her lips in a hard, yet intimate kiss. ]

[untodeath]

[ Even if she'd insisted on it, Grell still gasps softly when he claims her lips. This is the moment she's been pining after for so long, her breath wavers with revelry, her hand twisting into the fabrics of his shirt to pull him closer.

He doesn't need to say anything, after all.

Tilting her head into his kiss, she croons ever so softly. Slips the arm nestled beneath the pillows over and around his shoulders. Unless he pulls away, she'll press herself against him. ]

[death_glare]

[ The kiss quickly goes from firm to deeper and more passionate as his lips part. His tongue shows no hesitance in meeting with hers, exploring it as the one kiss blends into more.

Perhaps it's just William's straight forward and dominant manner, but it feels as though all the desire he'd harbored for her wants to pour out at once. ]

[untodeath]

[ That's certainly more than she'd expected-- which is the last thought that soundly drifts through her mind, before she loses herself wholly in his affections. It's a welcome thing, to drown under him, immersed in his scent and taste. Nothing else matters.

Tongue dancing around his, she breathes a moan into his mouth as she leans back, to pull his weight onto her. If dominance is what he desires, she'll allow him just that. ]

[death_glare]

[ As she moves, he follows, barely letting their bodies separate. A knee pushes her thighs
apart and he quickly settles himself between them. After another bout of kisses, he pushing himself up to kneeling. His eyes lock with hers before drifting down her torso to rest on the spot where her bandages lay hidden beneath her camisole. It's obvious he's still worried that she won't heal properly. Scythe inflicted wounds are not easily overcome, even by reapers themselves. ]

We shouldn't put too much pressure on it.

[untodeath]

[ Grell's chest rises and falls with heated breaths, beneath his touch. Slipping a hand over William's, she'll thread her fingers between his, to hold. ]

That hardly matters to me, right now. I assure you, I'm fine...

[ Her eyes search the blurred shapes of his face, wishing that she could see him properly. She, herself, is flushed; her lashes heavy over glistening eyes. It isn't just desire that they hold, but a desperation. ]