thedispatch | Forgiven

[ Though his appeasement and continued affections draw a sweetened breath from her, between the passes of his lips, the restricted access makes her rather impatient. In that way, his patience rewards him, as she'll find her hands wandering back to the front of his shirt, to tug its buttons free, while mewling blissfully as their tongue entangle. ]

[ Once she's finally done away with all those closures, William's quick to pull his arms free, one at a time. The shirt joins his tie and is instantly forgotten. William pauses their kisses for the briefest moment, if only to give her an order. ]

Remove yours, as well.

[ Grell has already busied herself with running her palms over his bare collar and shoulders, kneading at them needily whilst licking over her rosy lips. Being forced to stop earns something of a pout, but she's happy enough to comply, neck stretching back to rest her head and watch him beneath her heavy dark lashes. ]

I don't know what it is, but-- each time just become more exciting than the last with you...

You won't grow bored of me, then?

[ It's almost said as a command not to. He'd certainly be irritated if she suddenly lost interest. Perhaps a bit heartbroken, too. But he'd most likely keep that buried behind all his seriousness.

He remains propped up on his hands, leaving her enough room to fidget out of her shirt. ]

[ Grell's head tilts just so, though perhaps unnoticeable as she arches her back to pull her shirt free from her trousers. ]

Is that what you think?

No. Honestly, I'm positive you won't.

[ There's the smallest sigh as his eye briefly look to the side. ]

Though, I suppose one can't fully escape pessimistic thoughts. Especially considering what we've all gone through.

[ With a speculative hum, Grell momentarily forgoes her task, in favour of cupping William's cheeks, pulling him just slightly closer to command his attention. ]

And let that be all that it is. [ She presses a kiss to his lips, briefly. ] No one else has ever made me feel quite like this... I'm better with you.

I should have remembered my own feelings of being jilted before I did the same to you.

[ Though His voice carries little emotion, the mere fact that he's speaking such words conveys it all. He leans down to give her another kiss, this one with more honest emotion than the ones that they'd just shared moments before. ]

[ Grell doesn't doubt the sincerity in his words, as this isn't the first time he's apologised for it; apparently, he harbours guilt for his actions.

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she hums softly into their kisses. ]

Just-- promise me you... won't leave... and I swear to you, my devotion will not waver. [ She near whispers between. ]

I promise.

[ He responds, voice not nearly as hushed as hers. Then he lowers himself to his forearms, letting their chests meet as he kisses her. Even through what remains of the buttoned blouse, William can feel the heat of her skin. He groans slightly at the simple sensation and moves his lips from her own, down along her jaw line. ]

I won't leave and I won't set you aside, either.

[ Eyes fluttering to a close, she tilts her head back just so, to allow him to do whatever he pleases. As it is, those simple kisses already have her echoing his sound of pleasure. ]

Mn♥, you're more than I could've hoped for, Will... I love you.

[ This time, his response to her declaration of love is to trail those kisses, slowly, along her neck. One hand threads its fingers into her hair, keeping her head in place with surprisingly less force than usual. He kisses at her ear lobe, finally speaking against it. ]

I trust you won't be disappointed if I make love to you instead, this time.

[ Breath shuddering, her nails gently trail along the back of his shoulders. ]

Disappointed? No... [ She nuzzles against the arm that keeps her where he wishes. ] You'll be my first, in that way, I think.

Good.

[ A final word and kiss against his ear and he's pushing himself up to look down on her. His gaze drifts down her body, settling on her belt. It's carefully removed, set aside, then her slacks are slowly undone, button by button. ]

[ That bit of space offers Grell the opportunity to shimmy her shirt off her shoulders, lifting one after the other off the bed, just enough to slide her arms free of its sleeves. Discarding it off to the side somewhere, she's more intent on watching William than keeping track of where her clothes are going off to.

Her wounds have all healed for the most part, the most prominent one over her chest now faded to a faint scar. She's pleased that his focus is elsewhere, no longer overly concerned about being delicate about the area.

William's body, however, is perfect. Watching the way his muscles move as he completes the most simple task is enough to make her sigh with bliss. ]

Mn, I'm a lucky girl. [ She purrs, running her hands up and along his arms as he fusses with her belt. ]

[ Belt finally gone, William lifts Grell's legs up in front of him, sliding her slacks off with a slow trail of his hands along her thighs. That garment tossed aside, as well, he continues his attention to her legs, perching one upon a shoulder while he kisses down the length of the other's calf. His teeth nip at the back of her knee, then tease along the sensitive skin of her thigh. ]

I suppose you are, considering how few I've chosen to be intimate with.

[ Grell's head relaxes back, lips parted as her breath steadily becomes more heated. Ah, that nip to the back of her knee, in particular, draws a moan, muscle tensing briefly-- soothed into sweet sighs as he works his way down her thigh. ]

Mn, selfish as it may be, I do cherish that fact. Keeping you to myself.

You wouldn't fancy a third in our relationship?

[ He's somewhat teasing, but also curious of her reply. And while he waits for it, he'll return to that sensitive area of her knee - planting kisses and suckling briefly at the skin. ]

[ With a sharp breath, her back arches just so. ]

A third--? [ Idly, her hands over her hips. ] I don't think I fancy anyone else enough for a relationship... but if you mean to play, I'm not entirely against the idea, I suppose. [ A hum, teeth scraping over her lower lip. ] I don't know how jealous I'd be...

Honestly, I'd prefer you get the extra attention than me.

[ Pushing her legs forward by the knees, he leans over her just enough to kiss her firmly. ]

But, as far as being committed goes, you're mine, alone.

[ The redhead is eager to accept the kiss, hands framing his chin as she hungrily reciprocates with one of her own. ]

Body and soul, darling. [ She runs her hands up to play with his hair, as she's rather limited to how she touches him in this position, but will take every opportunity, regardless. ] Did you have someone in mind?

[ The fingers in his hair get a decent groan out of him, and he accompanies it with a gratuitous grind of his hips against her rear. ]

Not particularly. Perhaps one of the men you've hooked up with previously?

[ He can't quite think who would be crazy enough, besides himself, to let Grell that close. ]

[ She moans softly, fingers winding into the short raven locks. ]

Hardly an option, I'm afraid. [ If he catches her drift. ]

Mortals, then, I presume?

[ Liking the noise he's coaxed from her, he repeats the movement, making sure she can feel how hard he's become under those trousers. ]

[ Humming an affirmative, it all too quickly drawls into another groan. Her hands falls to his shoulders, fingers pressing into them. ]

Weak, insignificant men.

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