thedispatch | Forgiven

[ Silent through the whole ordeal between Grell and the worker, he finally speaks up as he makes certain the curtain is pulled shut behind them. ]

You're set on that one, I see.

[ There's a cushioned bench along the side of the stall and William takes a seat, crossing his legs as he waits for her to dress herself. ]

[ Chuckling, she sets about removing her coat, draping it across the end of the bench, beside him. ]

It will go quite nicely, I think.

[ Pulling her arms free of her bodysuit, she bends over to work it down her boots and step out of. ]

You'll see. ♡

[ The bodysuit is tossed into hammerspace, and she wiggles into the plunging black v-neck one he'd chosen, instead. After a bit of adjusting, she stands herself upright in front of the mirror, turning around to peek at the back. ]

Pleased with your selection~?

Quite pleased.

[ He leans forward slightly, feeling the material between his fingers. Close enough to touch, but not quite enough to touch her.

You look rather beautiful in lace. Black lace, at that.

[ It does contrast quite nicely with her milky skin-- and the lace is of surprisingly good quality; soft and nearly smooth to the touch.

Speaking of touch, she watches him intently, arms rising to idly play her fingertips along the flicks of her hair. For him to call her beautiful, for any reason, gets the reaper to flush. ]

Let's see how you feel about leather. [ She nods to the garment he's kept with him. ]

[ The blush is noted, but not commented on. Instead, he removes the leather straps from the clasps on its hanger and dangles it between his two hands. He's certainly curious as to just where each belt and loop is supposed to go. At the moment, it looks like a mere jumble which he doesn't have the patience to figure out. ]

If you can decipher this I'm sure I'll be pleased.

[ With a chuckle, she reaches out to take it. She opens the buckle meant for the waist and leans over to step into the garters, shifting it up and over her hips. Ensuring that the closure is nice and snug, she shoots him a glance to gauge his reaction whilst she adjusts the remaining straps to size. ]

Now do you see?

[ She turns about to see for herself, fingers running beneath the straps contouring the bottom of her ass. ]

Ah.

[ As each strap tightens snugly around the correct curve of her body, William nods approvingly. Then glancing down at the cuffs beside him, his eyes narrow. Yes, it's rather apparent that he fully understands now. Especially so when he's standing to pull her hands back behind her, calmly clasping the restraint around one wrist, then the next. ]

I understand quite well now.

[ Breathing a content little sound, her tongue dashes along her lips. That intense look-- the calm but commanding movements. The entire situation has been a turn-on, but now she can certainly feel her blood rushing hot through her veins. ]

I knew you would♥.

[ Ah, and she can watch him in the mirror, now. Even better. ]

[ The second cuff is tightened with a sharp tug of the strap. ]

I'm inclined to latch these cuffs up on that hook.

[ His serious eyes shift from his work to the metal hook on the wall, meant for hanging all the clothes you intend to try on from. ]

Then I could browse the rest of the shop in peace.

[ The tug earns a groan beneath her breath, as it's quite tight, but oh so lovely. ]

You intend to surprise me with your selection, then? I do hope you'll know where to start.

Perhaps that is the only thing keeping me from doing so.

[ Instead, he shifts her around by her waist, getting her to face him. Once again, his eyes wander over every curve of her body, every ruffle of lace contrasted by each sharp line of leather. ]

I'd prefer to see exactly what you've got in mind.

[ Grell peers up at him beneath heavy lashes, a wicked little grin on her lips. She gives the shackles a sharp tug-- albeit with a fraction of their potential strength, but it's enough to get the metal to clank and leather to creak. ]

Oh, I've got a few things...

[ His own eyes narrow at the sight. He's half a mind to port them home now and take full advantage of her already being bound. But there may be more things they can put to use if he's patient. A bit reluctantly, he undoes her cuffs, leaving her free to redress. ]

They better be worth the wait.

[ She loosens them to slip her hands free, rolling her wrists idly-- and then clasps them together, before handing them to William. There's a confident tick of her brow when she responds. ]

Oh, I. sure of it.

[ The reaper picks up her coat, putting it on right over her new garments, harness included. ]

[ Just as Grell had done earlier, William removes the tag that hangs from the cuffs and holds it out to the employee, a silent command for him to add it to the other. The man opens his mouth the explain the store rules on wearing garments out, but is promptly ignored as William follows Grell along. ]

[ Feeling that it must be fairly obvious by now, she figures that William wont mind her taking his hand to halt him! ]

Hold on, darling, I found something for you, too! [ She gestures to that other mysterious garment she'd taken in with them, still up on its hanger. Remove your coat, darling♥?

[ Brow furrowing, William slowly removes his coat, an action that requires their hand holding to end just seconds after it began. ]

Do we need to return to the dressing room?

[ He's certainly not removing anything further without doing so. ]

[ Humming an affirmative, she nudges him back inside, to tug the curtain closed behind them. ]

If only to keep you to myself.

[ With a wink, she's already unfastening the garment, rounding to stand behind him. Slinging the straps over his shoulders, she reaches around to buckle it over his chest, and down to connect it to his trousers. ]

Mm♥. What do you think?

Not much different than suspenders, honestly.

[ Though he realizes it isn't meant to be worn over his clothing. He hums briefly. The garment doesn't do much for him, but he can see how Grell would like it. ]

I don't mind wearing for you. In the bedroom only.

[ Hands settling on his hips, she rests her chin on his shoulder while they both look into the mirror. ]

They're much sexier, though, aren't they? Even a bit fashionable, though risque~

[ Her hands wander up and along his stomach admiringly. ]

But what would make you feel sexy?

[ It takes him a bit to answer, his face even suggesting that he's perplexed by the question. ]

I've never thought of myself in such a way. So I honestly can't say.

[ Lips parted, Grell very nearly gasps. ]

You must be joking--

[ Standing upright, she closes her eyes, holding up a hand to stop herself for just a moment. ]

Okay, so, why don't you tell me what makes you feel like the best version of yourself, then? As in, you know, physically. What gives your confidence.

Having control over myself and situations I'm presented with.

[ Though, she asked for something physical, so he pauses, thinking how to translate the feeling into something visual. ]

Perhaps my posture or my hair being well kept.

[ The former response might not be what she asked for, but it does earn a lopsided smirk. It's not at all a surprise to her, and something she finds quite attractive, as well. Obviously. ]

Well, those qualities don't require any clothing at all. Not that I'm complaining~

[ He heaves a heavy sigh. ]

What were you hoping I'd say, then?

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