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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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Then there's no more confusion to be had. We both desire the same.

[ As she's already so close, he barely has to lean in to touch his lips to hers. Short but soft kisses ensue, every so often one being accompanied by a content hum. ]

[ Ah, this is much simpler, yet it feels like so much more! Those soft embraces of their lips have her relaxing wholly in his arms, and while the first hum earns something of a giggle, she finds herself doing the same not long after, amongst sweetened sighs. Soon, she begins to play her hands along his cheeks and through his hair. ]

[ Eventually, William pulls back from their kisses just long enough to speak. ]

I never thought this would be the case, but I quite like it when you play with my hair.

[ Leaning forward, she's smiling, chuckling against his lips while making a point of combing her fingers through his locks all the more. ]

Because you're so particular about it? Don't think I haven't noticed.

I have to look professional for my job. I can't go into work with my hair mussed.

[ Defending himself while they're in this intimate embrace just proves Grell's point more. ]

We'll just have to wait until I welcome you home then.

[ Raking her nails along the hair at the nape of his neck, she pecks him lovingly, amusement on her breath! ]

I may agree to that.

[ If it will keep him in this relaxed mood, he certainly won't object. ]

Mm, I hope so.

[ Smooch! ]

As long as it should please you, I'll see to it that our time together is never wasted.

I don't believe any of it has been, thus far.

[ He allows her to kiss him with her gentle pecks, meanwhile his fingers have begun to idly play with the longer strands of her hair, as well. ]

Certainly not.

[ Sighing a gentle vein against his lips, she just about melts under his touch. After having her hair pinned meticulously against her scalp all day, it feels like a bit of heaven. ]

You enjoy that, as well?

[ Not very surprised by the fact, he's more curious on the matter. Rubbing at one's scalp seems like it'd be far more appealing than merely toying with the delicate ends. Still, he threads his fingers through a larger portion of it, amazed by just how soft the red strands are. ]

[ Humming an affirmation, her lashes flutter to a close, her own fingers stalling. ]

It's-- a bit like someone whispering in your ear, I suppose...

[ She won't see, but he'll nod his head in understanding. ]

If I were to whisper something to you, what would you hope to hear?

[ Lips swinging into a smile, there's a breath of amusement at that. ]

Your affections for me, of course.

[ William's arm slips out from around her, moving up against her cheek. There, his fingers wind their way into her hair, brushing it away from her ear. He leans in, speaking in a hushed voice he never realised he had until now. ]

You are more important to me than anything else in my life. [ A pause. ] I love you.

[ The way he treats her hair has Grell drawing a breath - falling with a sweetened sigh as his breath washes over her ear. Her fingers twitch, her chest shudders. ]

Will...

[ Her voice is thick with emotion - as though she might cry with bliss. ]

And you, mine. I love you, too. I love you so very much...

I know you've said it before, but it's still wonderful to hear.

[ He looks her in the eyes before taking her in a more intense kiss. ]

[ Wrapping her arms about his neck, she gently pulls him tighter against her, bodies flush. Humming quietly into their kiss, she is quite hesitant to part her lips too very much, but even so, she'll dart her tongue out to meet his. She'll do anything he wants, really. ]

[ After a good deal of kissing he parts just enough to speak. ]

Perhaps we could simply sleep nude for tonight. As we've been so together before, it shouldn't make me any more nervous.

[ Breath a bit heated, she looks into his gaze but a moment before nodding. ]

Perhaps it would please you to assist me?

Very well.

[ Finding his way out of her grasp, he shifts the blankets from them. There isn't much to remove, as she's simply in a sleeping gown, but he makes certain to carefully pull it over her head, tossing it to the floor. ]

[ Grell shifts about to help the process along; raising her hips, arching her back, raising her arms above her head. Once bare to him, she eases back into the pillows, gaze flickering away with shyness. After all, he's hot her partly rigid this time.

Even so, her hands manage to find his hips, fingertips toying under the waistband just so, as they hesitate before the fastenings. ]

Shall I...?

If you would.

[ Where he was fairly polite with where he'd looked during their bath yesterday, tonight he takes in the sight of her. Of course he's seen a male body nearly everyday - being one himself - but hers is quite a bit different. Toned, but oddly delicate, as if her true feminine form was trying to make itself seen. ]

[ His curiosity is encouraging, certainly - her lithe fingers make easy work of the fly, though she doesn't rush it, so as not to seem too eager. She must push herself up, to lean in and shimmy the slacks off his hips; her gaze meets his, falls on his lips wantonly, but quickly returns to the task at hand. Of course, she's quite curious, herself. ]

[ Being that he's laying down, the process of removing his pants is a bit less smooth than it could be. William has to assist in shimmying his hips about to get them down, and lifting his legs a bit awkwardly to slide them off fully. ]

Perhaps I should have stood.

[ It's done now though, and that's what matters. Though, unlike Grell, he's yet to stiffen, at all. ]