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]

Oh, goodness, no. I anticipate that I'll need to wait at least another hundred years... [ A heavy sigh! ] But it makes little sense to do it unless I'll have what matters most.

[death_glare]

[ Seemingly confused as to what that refers to, William gives her a questioning frown. ]

[untodeath]

[ The silence prompts Grell to glance his way, and she merely blink at him for a moment, as though it should be completely obvious! ]

The ability to carry child, silly.

[death_glare]

[ Ah, he should have known, yes. ]

The parts, so to speak, mean nothing if you can't bear children as a reaper. Unless you can overcome that somehow, then you may as well remain as you are.

[untodeath]

[ Ah, yes. How to overcome that, indeed. Grell's gaze lowers, her grip upon his hand weaker. ]

Mm. But. I've got to keep hope.

[death_glare]

[ He regrips her hand tighter. ]

Don't you dare go making a deal with a demon over this.

[ And he sounds SO serious. ]

[untodeath]

[ With a half-hearted chuckle, her hand curls in his with the faintest effort of a squeeze. ]

Please, Will. You must give me more credit than that.

[death_glare]

Good. Though I'm certain you'd love that brat Phantomhive's demon and myself fighting over you.

[ He automatically regrets saying so, as the idea already puts a horrid taste in his mouth. ]

[untodeath]

[ After a moment of absolute silence, in which the image plays through her mind, she inhales a long and drawn out gasp. ]

Ooooooooohhh--! Angel versus demon in the world of man, fighting over the fate of a condemned woman carrying innocent life!

[ Her free hand sweeps dramatically into the empty air above them! Clearly, that's lifted her spirits. ]

[death_glare]

[ William pinches the bridge of his nose before rubbing his fingers over his forehead and temples. ]

Must you?

[untodeath]

[ Crooning with amusement, Grell rolls onto her side to face him, hand tucking beneath his arm to hug it against her chest, and mouth nestled against his shoulder. ]

Truly? I'd much rather assist you in shredding him into glistening red ribbons♥.

[death_glare]

[ She'll get a side-eye. ]

Like that dream you pleasured yourself to?

[untodeath]

[ Her lips split into a piercing grin. ]

Precisely.

[death_glare]

[ His eyes turn away, looking up to the ceiling instead. ]

I suppose I wouldn't be opposed to that. Especially now, being an angel.

[untodeath]

Really~?

[ Licking over her lips, she pushes herself up to crawl over him, straddling her hips while liking down at him with excitement in multiple forms! ]

I hope you aren't just teasing.

[death_glare]

No. Obviously there's a different demon I'd rather take out, but I have no issue banishing any of them. The issue comes with the difficulty.

[ Though it's obvious she's interested in doing something other than demon slaying, at the moment. Acknowledging that, he runs his hands up her thighs, settling them just below her waist. ]

[untodeath]

[ William's touch illicit sweet sighs, and she shifts her weight to run her hands over the expanse of his chest. ]

We'll just have to get better, then, won't we?

[death_glare]

Seems so.

[ As she leans closer, his hands up and around, cupping her ass and forcing her to slowly rock her hips against him. ]

[untodeath]

[ Breath rolling from her lips like honey, her hands tug at the breast of his shirt, popping its buttons. Just as well, after the new wardrobe they've purchased him.

With a wicked little grin, she rolls her hips back, leaning in to tease her lips over his, allowing any complaints he might have, only to shush them partway through by delving her tongue down to dash over his. ]

[death_glare]

[ The shirt is ignored, as if the final bit of his time as a reaper is being stripped clean from him. Between teasing kisses, William manages to get a thought out. ]

Tell me more about this dream of yours. In detail.

[untodeath]

[ Humming thoughtfully, she takes her time drawing the details up in her mind. All the while, she ghosts her lips down his jaw and down the dip of his neck. ]

I believe you had come to scold me for playing on the job-- and I'd asked why you couldn't just assist and be rid of the demon once and for all...

[death_glare]

[ Pleased with where her lips have wandered, he cranes his neck to allow her more access. ]

How easy was it to get me to play along?

[untodeath]

[ Ah, she likes that, and rewards him by running her tongue up the length of his neck, from collar to ear. Meanwhile, her hands trace along the contour of his pectorals, teasingly avoiding their nipples just so. ]

Oh, not very! I had to dodge your scolding, and while we were distracted, he took the opportunity to pounce. You caught his hand with your scythe, more annoyed that he had interrupted-- and that is when I sawed him through the thigh... and there he was, dangling between our scythes like a piece of meat...

[death_glare]

[ William gives out a pleased groan. Whether because of the attention she's paying to his neck, the avoidance of his sensitive nipples or the idea of disposing of a demon isn't clear. Perhaps all three. ]

I don't sound like I enjoyed it nearly enough.

[ Somewhere in the back of his mind there's a part of him that knows all sense of self control would vanish if he were given a chance at the one who'd taken his daughter. He idly wonders if Grell dreamed this up as well. ]

[untodeath]

Oh, but we weren't done with him, not yet.

[ Leaving his mind to wander for the time being, she grazes her teeth over the skin of his neck only lightly enough to thread along its surface, then suckling at the superficial scrapes with great care.

In contrast to the gentle, lulling pleasure her mouth provides, she takes the sensitive flesh at the peaks of his chest into her hold, at last, to pinch. ]