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

[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. ]

[death_glare]

[ Quite distracted from her statement, at the moment, William lets out a slow exhale at the way her tongue swirls against his neck. But with the tweak to his nipples his breath hitches, this time exhaling shakily and with a slight groan. He'd never known that area was so sensitive on him till Grell came along! ]

How much blood was there?

[ He can't recall if she'd mentioned it in her brief description earlier, but he's certain it must have played a vital role, if it'd gotten her so bothered. ]

[untodeath]

[ If he wants her to speak, she won't be able to spoil him with her mouth - and so, naturally, she'll roll her hips to grind more firmly against him. At last, between the layers of their slacks, she can really feel him, and it gets her to groan, in turn.

Of course, the mental imagery of such carnage helps, too. ]

Mn-- it was incredible. [ She pulls the bow about her neck loose, popping the buttons of her collar open. ] Attempting to free himself, the demon only made his wounds worse. I shredded his leg clean off, you pierced his gut-- perhaps we could have stopped there, but we didn't. Not until the form was unrecognizable, our uniforms soaked through. Everything that beautiful, glistening, red.

[death_glare]

[ The firmness of his cock is certainly evident through the thin fabric of his trousers, and Grell's grinding of her own against it only help to harden him further. That, and the lustful way she's describing the carnage of the scene. Envisioning the demonic beast completely vanquished by their hands feeds that desire for vengeance that has been festering inside him for a century. But he never thought he'd find the action erotic, as well.

At each emphasised word, he finds his hand groping at her body. They feel their way up her middle, helping to unbutton along the way. ]

Did I say anything to you?

[untodeath]

You'd grumbled that demons were filthy, even in death. [ Her breath shudders, lids falling. ] And you, you said, looking at me, are no better. You approached me with what I thought was contempt, backed me against cold brick. I was ripe with lust, and that only made me hungrier.

[ Her fingers hook into his belt, hastily undoing its fastenings. ]

It was then that you asked if I was disappointed that my plaything was ruined... and I told you that I couldn't possibly be, for what had progressed was far better than I'd ever imagined.

[death_glare]

[ He shouldn't be surprised by how perfectly her dream portrayed him. After all the time they've know one another, it only made sense. But he almost finds himself mouthing the exact words. With that, he doesn't need to ask what happens next. ]

Bring us to that roof top. Now.

[ There may not be blood or vengeance, but they can't deny the lust is any less intense at the moment. Perhaps at least the final act of the dream can become reality, for now. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell had assumed that her partner had been humouring her in favour of a good time and some release-- and yet, his curiosity seems so genuine. His response to the fantasy surprisingly intense. If she were to spark his bloodlust, nothing would stop them.

But she would never deny him! Without another word, she grips onto his collar to pull him nearer, leaning down to take him in a passionate kiss - and in doing so, teleports them to the rooftop from that glorious dream of hers. The city is still bustling below, the sky barely illuminated by the light of the sun below the horizon, and the moon hung low in the sky. ]

[death_glare]

[ Suddenly teleporting from a laying down position to an upright one could be disorientating, but William barely stumbles. He uses the momentum to do just as he had in her dream, push her hard up against the brick chimney of the townhouse. Their lips are still locked in the intense kiss, his hands now holding her shoulders firmly in place. ]

[untodeath]

[ The reaper gasps between their lips, and with the force of impact pulsating through her body, she relents with a pleasured groan. Her hands grasp at his shirt in handfuls as her knees weaken just so. Already, it's bliss. ]

[death_glare]

[ His grip on her shoulders not lessening, even the slightest, he holds her steady as he forces her legs apart with a knee. The leg is lifted, grinding his thigh quite forcefully against the bulge growing in her pants. The kiss is broken and his lips move to her ear. Though he's close, he doesn't whisper, instead speaking with a commanding tone. ]

If I find the demon that took my daughter from me, you will help me erase any trace of her.

[untodeath]

Yes. [ She breathlessly utters, rocking her hips forward to press flush against his. ] But not without making her suffer.

[ Head lulling back to rest against the harsh stone, her lashes are heavy over her eyes, hazy with lust, and her grin crooked. ]

Slowly. Thoroughly. Cut out that lying tongue, slit her greedy stomach, crack her open in search of her black heart...

[death_glare]

[ William had spent so long depressed, blaming himself for everything that had happened. He never hid his disgust for demons, but the idea of taking out the very source of all his misery may very well have never came to mind. Whether it was the work or depression is unclear, but with both behind him, he's feeling that desire for vengeance bubbling up inside him. And every one of Grell's words fuels it. ]

I love you.

[ Spoken forcefully but perhaps with more sincerity than when he'd first uttered it. He follows it up with a hard, passionate kiss, his hands releasing her, only to do away with her slacks. They're undone and pulled down just enough to expose her to the cold evening's air. ]

[untodeath]

[ It's with a wanton groan that she accepts his kiss, hands trailing over his shoulders and along his neck, digging into his hair. Content though she may be, the sensation shock leaves her gasping sharply. ]

Mn, show me. [ She growls her words between their mouths. ]

[death_glare]

[ Though he loves how it feels when she grips his hair, he removes her hands, and quickly spins her around to push her front up against the wall. As she'd already undone his pants, he quickly frees himself. His cock presses between her cheeks, teasing but not yet entering her.

Once more, he speaks against her ear. ]

Do not hold back your cries. I want to hear every filthy sound from you.

[ He emphasises the word, mimicking himself from her dream. ]

[untodeath]

[ Hands reflexively pressed against the brick to protect her face, her cheek rests against the back of a palm. Her chest heaves, lashes fluttering as he teases her - she even rocks her hips back hungrily to rock her ass along the length of his cock. ]

Happily, darling.

[ What an attentive lover he is, she's far too lucky, she thinks!! ]

[death_glare]

[ One hand keeps her hips moving back against him. The other wraps over her mouth, two fingers entering and sliding along to gather her saliva for lubrication. Once he's satisfied with the amount, it's quickly slicked over his cock. As has become the method for the week, it's a deep, sharp entry. Every inch of him encased with one thrust of his hips.