thedispatch | (no subject)

[ Grell pauses, leaning back in their embrace to shoot him an affronted look! ]

Clingy?

Yes. You have intimacy on your mind every moment of the day, it seems. Night, as well. But as I said, I am not complaining. The affection is nice.

[ Blinking, she frowns. ]

I just wish to express my love to you. I never thought of it as such.... [ Still, the word choice isn't flattering, and she finds herself looking away with a huff. ]

Yes, I understand that.

[ He huffs in retort! ]

Are you angry with me, now?

[ Peeking back at him, there's the faintest glimmer of deviancy in her eye. ]

And if I were? What would you do about it?

[ His brow creases, not expecting that question, or the attitude it comes with. ]

What is that supposed to mean?

[ A sigh! ]

Make it up to me, silly.

Ah. I thought you were suggesting I be violent towards you as punishment, or some such.

[ Why he'd assumed as much is a surprise to him. ]

[ Grell parts her lips to speak, but for some reason, she hesitates to speak for a moment! Why is it that the suggestion is warming her cheeks. ]

Silly, indeed!

[ And yet..... ]

--is that something that interests you?

[ He, too, pauses before answering, his brow creasing as he thinks. ]

I never thought on it before. Though I wouldn't be opposed to rough sex, especially if it pleased you.

[ That flush might deepen, as she glances away. ]

I might be interested in exploring it... [ Shaking it off, she takes a breath! ] We've much to explore, in general, I suppose!

[ Oh he really does like that shyness. He gives a brief hum of agreement, then is roughly pulling her back against him. An intense kiss follows, his tongue not holding back in exploring her mouth. ]

[ Instinctively, she flinches with a sharp breath, but as a result, her hands come to rest on his chest, fingers twisting into his shirt. Still, she can't help but moan against his lips, a faint sort of mewl - and she certainly can't resist that kiss.

His tongue makes her breath flutter. There's a touch of anxiety around having her mouth explored, as she finds her teeth so distasteful... and yet, she knows that her loves and accepts every part of her. That feels even better than the intimacy they share in this moment.

That isn't to say that she isn't wholly eager to kiss him back. ]

[ Urging her back towards the bed, he guides them carefully onto the mattress, fearful the small bed may creak under their combined weight. Then he's crawling over her, breaking his kiss only briefly. Her lips are reclaimed once he's settled and a rather hungry sort of growl comes from somewhere he wasn't even aware he had. ]

[ Thankfully, Grell catches on and assists in this delicate operation - until he's over her, and she demandingly pulls at the lapels of his coat until their lips meet once more.

Oh, but that sound he makes has her groaning in turn, fingers hastily unbuttoning his collar! ]

[ He hushes her against her ear, despite making similar sounds, himself. While he's there, he plays some kisses down her neck, pausing to suckle on what he feels may be the most sensitive spots. ]

[ Heaving a shuddered sigh, Grell licks overs her lips before her teeth catch at the bottom one to bite back any more. Her fingers become clumsier as her hits the better spots, neck craning and lids lulling-- but still, she persists on, managing to open his shirt so that she might feel the skin of his stomach and chest. ]

[ With his shirt now open, William sits up, pulling it free from his chest and discarding it to the floor. His eyes trail down her body, stopping at the tie to her trousers. They pull the bow free, then waste little time shimming them down from her waist. ]

[ The redhead doesn't question it, raising her hips enough to allow William greater ease. A hand absently settles at her mouth, knuckles against her lips; she's apprehensive to see his reaction, lashes low over her heated cheeks. Whatever he has planned, though, she's clearly intrigued. ]

[ This isn't the first time he's seen her nude, but it is the first he's laid his hands against the bare flesh of her cock. His features have always been a bit hard to read, so his own apprehension is hidden quite well. The only indication is the second of hesitation his hand makes before the takes hold of her. ]

Tell me if you like it.

[ He wants to please her, after all. And if they aren't going to fully make love, this will have to suffice for now. ]

[ Following her faint nod, Grell exhales a heady sigh, eyes briefly closing. The first touch. It sends a wave of excitement and relief through her. ]

G-good so far...

[ He can't claim to have done this to himself often. In fact, it may have been mostly in his childhood, and quite a bit less in the past years. Still, he trusts Grell to guide him, should he be wrong in assuming what she might enjoy. The palm of his hand trails down her shaft, his fingers wrapping around it once he reaches the base. Then comes a series of slow pumps. He watches her face as his hand moves, hoping to see a pleased look upon her face. ]

[ With a quiet croon, her hips shift. A hand winds into the comforter beneath her, properly rustling the neatly made linens. Her upturned brows press, certainly vulnerable - and yet, recognisably pleasured, indeed. ]

Mn... You can explore, as well... If you want.

Should that not wait until we we're taking the next step?

[ His hand remains focused where it is, jerking Grell in slow strokes. ]

[ Grell's breath becomes hotter upon her lips, hips beginning to withe beneath him just so. ]

What's this, then?