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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[untodeath]

[ A chuckle on her breath, she takes his hand to kiss its knuckles. ]

Your timing has been quite good where that's concerned... You truly are my hero.

[death_glare]

I don't know if I would call myself that. I caused most, if not all of this from the start.

[ When she returns his hand, he'll discard the tissues and carefully roll them back over to their sides, finding that much more comfortable in the moment. ]

[untodeath]

[ With a content hum, Grell settles herself onto the pillow beside him, gazing on with nothing but fondness in her eyes. ]

Well, it certainly would have been preferable for you to come to your senses sooner... [ There's a lopsided smile, at that. ] You can't continue to beat yourself up about it, though. If you hadn't been prepared to accept happiness, we'd have only torn ourselves to pieces.

[death_glare]

Honestly, if I had known kicking you back would have caused so many headaches, I would have rethought my actions.

[ He doesn't sound nearly as irritated as he has in the past. In fact, there's barely any coarseness to his words, at all. He raises a hand, idly playing with the short red hairs that only just touch her shoulders now. With his own hair a mess they must look like kids again. ]

[untodeath]

[ It feels nice, having him play with her hair; reassuring, especially when she's so down about its state. She's never once thought badly about the way his hair hangs when unstyled, though. In fact, she rather loves it, seeing him a bit more ruggedly handsome, and certainly reminiscent of past times.

Her hands absently play over his chest, in turn. ]

It's hard to imagine that I ever got away with pushing you around, now! Could you even imagine where we'd be, if you'd continued to let me get away with it?

[death_glare]

I'm certain I wouldn't have been head of Dispatch. And from what I've heard, no one else would have wanted the job with you on board as an agent.

[ Oh Management told him all about his replacement once he was gone. He'd only shook his head, a mixture of wondering who would be so foolish as to take it and why no one else could figure out how to deal with her. It's so natural for him, after all. ]

[untodeath]

Hm! [ Her gaze wanders, a hand finding its way to rest at her lips. ] I could have single-handedly been the death of the London division!

[ But, on a more serious note, her eye meet his once more. ]

No one would have been a suitable replacement, in any case.

[death_glare]

I should have you apologize to the current head of Dispatch. I'm sure you put him though quite a bit.

[ Not that he cares about the man or his feelings, but it would be amusing to watch. But for now, his eyelids are growing heavy. Tonight was extra exhausting, after all, having held her up nearly the entire time. ]

[untodeath]

He actually came back?

[ The redhead scoffs-- but then she catches the sleepiness in his tone, ans the droop of lids over his vibrant eyes. With a small crooked smile, she leans in to peck his lips. ]

But we can speak of that tomorrow.

[death_glare]

If only because you were no longer there. Knox has been by himself, otherwise.

[ The tiny peck gets him to quiet up about it, though. Much like earlier, he pulls Grell tight against him, enjoying scent of her hair and touch of her bare skin against his own. ]

[untodeath]

[ That gets her to quiet, as well. Not only the snuggling-- mentioning that Ronald had been by himself gets her to think a bit. She may actually feel guilty for that. At least he's likely been given a pay raise, on top of the overtime pay...

Shaking her head, she nuzzles under his chin, relaxing with a long sigh. ]

Dream sweetly, my love.

[death_glare]

Hm.

[ His way of wishing her a good night's sleep, as well. That night is most certainly the best night's sleep William's ever experienced. And he never thought that it would be with Grell curled up beside him. Upon waking, all he finds himself wanting to do is stay there, warm and happy. If it weren't for Grell needing to work today, he'd have gladly let her sleep in with him.

Alas. With a pat to her back he speaks her name just loud enough to rouse her from her slumber. ]

Grell...

[untodeath]

[ Cheek pressed to his shoulder, her mouth hangs open just so, positively deep in slumber. The pat only barely rouses her -- but it's William speaking her name that has the reaper's lashes fluttering. With a sigh of protest, she turns her face to press into his skin. ]

Nnn...

[death_glare]

[ Taking that as her being awake enough to make sense of his words, he attempts to get her to let go of him. ]

Get up. We both need to bathe before your shift.

[ Hopefully the implication of a shower together will counteract any ill feelings from mentioning work. ]

[untodeath]

[ Indeed, it's quite successful-- though it takes a moment for the gears to start whirring. She pulls back to rub at an eye while her mind pieces that together. ]

Together? [ You know, just to be sure. ]

[death_glare]

[ He's about to reply with, 'it will be quicker that way' but realizes that, most likely, won't be the case. Still, the idea is appealing. Especially after the bath she gave him the previous evening. ]

We can, yes.

[untodeath]

[ With a tired-but-happy little croon, she pulls herself up to give him a kiss! ]

Okay, I'm up♥.

[death_glare]

I thought that would work.

[ He accepts the kiss before sitting up and pulling the blanket off them both. Though he's fully rested and relaxed, the need for a bath is quite apparent. Without another word, he rises and heads straight to the bathroom to run the water. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell scoots after him, reaching for her glasses at the bedside table. Sliding them on, she follows after with a yawn. Blearily looking at herself in the mirror, the bandages around her chest catch her attention first. She pulls them loose to inspect her wound-- which looks rather phenomenal, really. The redness has subsided, the skin appears mended... and so, with a hum, she reaches for her grooming scissors! ]

[death_glare]

Shower or bath?

[ Testing the water temperature with his hand, he looks back to see her removing the bandages. Her response seems to indicate the wound is healing well. Unconvinced, he approaches and shifts her with a firm grasp of her hip to get a better look. ]

That healed rather quickly.

[untodeath]

[ Grell's having a time deciding between the two-- the distraction leaves her breathing sharply, taken by surprise when he whirls her!! There's a delighted giggle upon exhale, though. Having his genuine concern feels... quite nice, actually! ]

See~? I told you, that rest did wonders.

[ With those scissors in hand, she snips at the air idly, an upturned brow quirked. ]

Would you like to help me remove them?

[death_glare]

Your body took quite a bit before that, though. Honestly, I'm surprised the stitching didn't pop on its own.

[ He looks to the scissors in hand before inspecting the area around the stitches to see if it's wise to do so. Pleased with what he sees, he holds his hand out for the pair. ]

Give me them. They should come out easy enough.

[untodeath]

Well, I wasn't sleeping. Or taking care at all, really. I'm not entirely surprised.

[ Grell IS surprised that he's agreed to the idea of removing the stitches, however! She'd somehow expected him to fuss about it.

Biting at her lip excitedly, she carefully turns the scissor in hand to give them over. ]

[death_glare]

[ The scissors are taken as he touches around where the first knot is located. ]

I was referring to last night. And the night beforehand.

[ His eyes shift up to hers for a brief moment before the first stitch is quickly snipped. Then with a powerful yank to the thread, it's pulled free from her skin. There's barely a moment to process any pain that may have caused before he's on to the second one. ]

[untodeath]

--Oh.

[ The redhead's laughter is cut short, biting her breath as she presses her eyes and grasps at the counter's edge. By the second, her breath is hitching. ]

This... Is much more fun than the doctor's office.