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]

[ Okay, now the tears have begun to roll down her cheeks. It feels as though an immense pressure has been released, but it isn't like the first time. It's gentle, gradual, and warm. Thank God she isn't wailing, either. ]

You do make me better. [ Hic. ] In every way...

[death_glare]

I feel the same of you.

[ Here's where his eyes close as he takes in the moment. It truly is odd how something most associated with sadness can also express joy. It's almost soothing to hear the quiet sobs against his shoulder. Perhaps just knowing that the tears he's caused this time are nothing for either of them to feel ashamed of. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell nuzzles into his neck as she attempts to calm herself, and though it takes longer than she should care for, her sobs do lessen to soft sniffles and tremors upon her breath. Pulling back just so, she wets her hands to clean them of suds, so that she might wipe them over her face instead - and she leans in, them, to take William's lips in a kiss, silently expressing her gratitude. ]

[death_glare]

[ As they kiss, William's hand massage at her back, coaxing out any stray tears that were stubborn to fall. All of this romance, he's starting to enjoy it more than he'd ever expect to. What part of that is due to his angelic status now, he cannot say, but he has no desire to question it, either. ]

You've shown me so many other sides to you. I hope to see more.

[untodeath]

[ Indeed, he does coax a few more rolling tears. Shaky breaths sneak in between the embraces of their lips, as her hands cup his cheeks dearly. When they finally part, she rests her forehead to his, eyes closed. ]

You're far more accepting than I ever would have imagined... [ She breathes a chuckle, at that. ]

[death_glare]

Of some things.

[ Certainly not her causing trouble! ]

Though, I never showed much to anyone, so I suppose I can understand that.

[untodeath]

[ She opens her eyes to peek up into his, smiling fondly. ]

Well. Neither did I, apparently. [ Her lids lower once more, only to briefly nuzzle at him. ] In any case, I understand... Somehow, I fall in love with you a little more every day, when I thought I couldn't possible have any more to give.

[death_glare]

I believe that's part of being in love.

[ His hands have reached the nape of her neck where he idly plays with the wet strands of hair that brush against her shoulders. ]

[untodeath]

Mn. [ Nestled completely against him now, she breathes a relaxed sigh. ]

Yes, I suppose I've read of such things.

[death_glare]

[ He's quiet for a spell, only giving an hum of acknowledgement to her last statement. The water is slowly losing its warmth, but he's still content to lay here, with her perched in his arms. It's so nice, in fact, that he feels he might slip back off to sleep if he isn't careful. ]

[untodeath]

[ It is incredibly comfortable, and she can feel herself begin to drift as well-- which is precisely when she realises that it's time to draw their bath to an end! Pruned skin is NEVER cute. ]

Darling. [ Her voice is almost quiet and gentle - almost - as she pulls back to look at him, running a hand up through his hair and kissing his temple. ] Why don't we finish up here, mm? I'll wash you.

[ She says, reaching to grab one of the available washcloths to dip into the bathwater. ]

[death_glare]

[ There's a sharp inhale as he rouses from the nap he'd fallen into. He blinks a few times, getting reacquainted with where he is. ]

Ah. Yes, that would be good.

[untodeath]

[ It isn't long before she has him all neat and tidy, and coaxed him into doing the same for her. Once they've set the bath to drain, she drapes a towel over William's head playfully, before setting to drying herself off. Before he can worry about clothing, she takes his hand then, leading him back to bed without a word. Because a little nap really wouldn't hurt, at this point, right? ]

[death_glare]

[ Of course, his first thought is that she's already dragging him over for another romp in the sack. He's about to argue that they should have done so before bathing, but then she's pulling him under the blankets and nuzzling against him affectionately. ]

And you were angry with me earlier for wanting to sleep later.

[untodeath]

You were the angry one.

[ She mutters against his lips, before taking them in a kiss. The blankets are still a bit warm, but it's the heat of his body that's so comforting. All she wishes to do is indulge in it further. ]

[death_glare]

[ All he gets out is a huff, as he's quickly silenced by her lips on his. The affection, the warmth, it all has his eyes drifting shut. As he'd been earlier, before Grell had rudely awakened him, William buries himself by the crook of her neck. ]

I will attempt not to snore, this time.

[untodeath]

[ Resting her cheek atop his head, Grell breaths a long, satisfied sigh while closing her eyes. ]

Much appreciated.

[death_glare]

[ And he's good on his word. No snoring. Just calm, even breaths against her neck. As he drifts off, he idly thinks just now nice she smells, and gives a satisfied hum. ]

[untodeath]

[ The next Grell wakes, the room is all too bright - it's the only thing that keeps her grounded as she drifts in and out of consciousness, but otherwise, it's not entirely welcome! She's all too comfortable and doesn't want to move. Blearily, she reaches out to pat around for her glasses, and improperly slips them on to take a squinting look at the time. Just past noon.

With a whiny little groan, she nestles back as she was, reaching a hand up to dig into her hair... Which has dried positively wildly during their slumber. ]

Mn... Will...

[death_glare]

[ A grunt sounds from against her chest, but William's hardly making any effort to move, or even open his eyes! ]

...what?

[ He doesn't sound eager to know, at all. ]

[untodeath]

[ Ah, yes, that's her William. This is reality. ]

Love you. [ Her voice is partly muffled, as she grabs his unused pillow to lay over her face. She doesn't exactly want to move, either... She feels as though she could just sleep for eternity! She hasn't overslept in a lifetime. ]

[death_glare]

[ William simply grumbles and turns his face fully into her shoulder. ]

[untodeath]

I also... [ YAWN. ] Dreamt that we were abducted to some station. In space.

[ Now that she's struggling to recall it, her brow is knit deeply in thought. ]

We had to complete sexual acts for currency-- no... They were on a bingo card...?

[death_glare]

[ There's a decent pause before William lifts his head. ]

What are you on about? That's absurd.

[untodeath]

[ She pushes that pillow away to give him a look that matches his incredulity! ]

We got in tiff, and you went off to have a fling with some American captain, but we then had some-- interesting hate sex on the beach. You sucked me off, and frotted a bit, but went back to my room for a proper romp. You, to me-- and then me, to you...

[ She stares off at that last bit, realising how surprisingly hot that is. ]

Later, we shared opiates and got personal in public.