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William dropped down from his horse. It had been a long ride - from London straight down to the southern coast of England. But he'd barely stopped, only doing so when his horse refused to go further without rest and water. But each time, William did little more than tap his foot anxiously, trying to focus on anything but his thoughts of what happened the day before.

But now that he'd arrived, there was nothing else to distract him. The horse was forgotten as he walked towards where the English Channel extended out to what seemed like eternity. With the thick fog of the early morning, there was no telling just what was out there. William's breath was shaky as his gaze then drifted down. Beachy Head, a beautiful site for some, with the tall cliff towering over the shore line below. But for him, this day, it was his enemy - or perhaps his closes friend. Whichever the case, he was terrified.

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I should make you put your stockings back on.

[ Perhaps he warming her up, but he feels as though she's taking the warmth from him entirely! He even gives a shiver! ]

[ Oh dear. That gets a frown out of her. ]

I'm sorry, darling. I certainly could...

[ There's a moment of hesitation, once she trails off-- but someone has to get things rolling...! ]

O-or we could try something else.

Such as what?

[ He sounds honestly clueless. ]

I believe I took out all the blankets I had stored.

[ Grell cannot believe that he hadn't caught that, and her expression surely says as much. Licking over her lips, she musters up the courage to nuzzle the tip of her nose beneath his jawline, placing a kiss just beneath his ear. ]

Shall I show you?

[ That gets him to shiver in an entirely different way! And it helps to clear up just what she was hinting at. ]

Ah. I believe I would be okay with that.

[ That reaction earns a flicker of a smile, as she shifts, hiking her gown up enough that she can comfortably straddle him. Her torso lays gingerly atop his, as she ghosts her lips over his with a kiss. ]

Are you sure?

Yes. I haven't pushed you off of me, have I?

[ Despite there being barely any space between their lips, he's still speaking at his usual volume. But his hands have settled around her, hands meeting at the small of her back. ]

[ Somehow, that awkwardness is just endearingly amusing, and she appreciates the entertainment. She's nearly grinning against his lips. ]

Fair point.

[ Her palms run up his arms, over his shoulders, and up along his neck until they settle on his cheeks. She kisses him again, passionately drawn out - places a peck on his chin as she tilts his head back to trail more down his neck. ]

[ Seems shuddering is all he's capable of, this evening. That spot on his neck is apparently very sensitive, but he's certainly not complaining. Just a heavy, shaky breath before he awkwardly clears his throat to regain some composure. ]

[ Thankfully, Grell doesn't plan to torture his ego by focusing on that spot - though she'll certainly remember it for later; instead, she combs her fingers up into his hair and around his ears, lips continuing to pepper his collar and chest with kisses. ]

[ While Grell is showing little hesitation to touch every part of his exposed skin, William's hands are being fairly respectful. They remain over her gown, trailing up and down her spine with a firm touch. ]

[ The redhead doesn't think much of it, currently. She assumes he's merely distracted, perhaps even unsure of how to proceed. In fact, she's impressed that she has the courage to be this forward, herself-- but she adores the idea of spoiling him, even if it couldn't compare to all he has done for her.

Ah, and so, she finds herself swathing her tongue about one of his nipples. She imagines he hasn't experienced that before. ]

[ Certainly a new experience. Such is made obvious by the sharp inhale that sounds. He couldn't say his nipples are particularly sensitive, but the action was so unexpected that it caught him off guard. ]

[ Hm, surprise, but no indications of pleasure. She'll leave it be with a kiss.

Sitting back just so, she reaches back to take his hands. Placing his palms on her knees, she guides them up along her thighs, pushing her gown as they go. ]

What could I do to please you, darling?

Ah.

[ He watches as his hands are slowly slid up her thighs. ]

Honestly, I have very little experience with this. I will admit to being a tad nervous.

[ He doesn't want to say that part of it is because of her male form. That could be misinterpreted and he'd rather not make her uncomfortable when she's suddenly gained so much confidence. ]

[ The response is a gentle hum of understanding - but even so, she doesn't halt their hands, just draw them along more slowly. ]

We could wait, if you'd like.

[ To be especially sure, she rides his hands over her hips, and down to grab her ass with a squeeze. With all that fabric draping, it still hides her most intimate areas, though. There isn't too much to take in at once, at least.

Her face is nearly too warm to handle, her chin tips down with a press of her lips. ]

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I would rather we take things slow.

[ He follows her silent instruction to grip at her behind, regardless. ]

A bit of a snog before bed.

[ With a nod, she leans in to softly kiss his lips. ]

I'm sorry. Though I wanted to see you content, I'd somehow forgotten that you aren't like the other men I've known.

[ She shifts to move off his lap, though she pulls at his hip, requesting he roll onto his side to face her. ]

Your heart is genuine.

[ And she certainly approves, if the nuzzle that she gives him says anything! ]

[ He follows suit, rolling to his side and allowing his arm to drape over waist. ]

You've been used in the past, I take it.

[ With a regretful little noise, she realises that she may have said the wrong thing. Talking about other men in bed, how inappropriate!! Her brows knit fretfully. ]

I'm sorry, that was--... ah... I've really made a mess of things...

You've done nothing of the sort.

[ His brow knits together and he blinks, a bit perplexed. ]

If anything, I feel as though I've disappointed you with wanting to wait.

[ Well, now she's confused. ]

So I wasn't making you uncomfortable by being so forward...? Or--

[ A small right of relief, though it may come across as a huff! ]

You couldn't disappoint me, Will

[ William takes a thoughtful breath before shaking his head. ]

Let's take a moment to discuss just what we're both expecting from this relationship. Since we seem to be confusing one another.

[ A tilt of the head. ]

Ah... alright, you first, then...

You already know that I will stay by your side and protect you from being hurt anymore. I want you to be happy, and I realise now that opening up myself to you will do that. It will help me, too.

[ He pauses for a moment, thinking those words over. ]

Showing emotion is not something I'm very good at, but it seems to come so much more naturally with you. I want that to continue. I want to see you smile everyday when I wake up beside you.

[ Oh gosh, now he's sounding mushy. He clears his throat, awkwardly. ]

See. That's precisely what I'm speaking of. Honestly, I can't recall ever saying something so romantic until now.