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[ At the touch, William lets out a heavy breath, eyes blinking slowly as he focuses on the feeling. His own hand pauses a moment, moving to help Grell free him from his trousers. ]

[ At seeing him, Grell too heaves a heavy sigh. Until now, she didn't realise precisely how much she's wanted to please him. To see him desire her.

Delicately taking him in hand, she touches him from tip to base - and her other hand settles on his hip, to draw him closer and lay his cock atop hers. ]

[ With an approving hum, William follows her lead. He leans down over her, one hand resting beside her head while the other joins hers. Her hand is taken and her fingers guided around them both. ]

This is all so new to me. I will admit I'm still nervous.

[ He whispers beside her ear and he slowly strokes them along with her. ]

[ Grell watches him intently, cheeks warming as he takes initiative, lashes fluttering as his breath washes over her skin.

Licking over her lips, she gently rocks her hips to add to the friction. Just enough to get another sweetened breath out of her. ]

I would imagine that's normal. Perhaps, even, part of the fun.

[ Likewise, she speaks in hushed tones. Turns her head to nuzzle into him. ]

You best not laugh at me.

[ He somehow manages to have a serious tone in between the heavy breaths. Her movements are certainly aiding and he quickly finds himself matching them. ]

[ Wrapping her free arm about his shoulders, she rests her temple against his, teeth sinking into her lip with a stifled moan. ]

You'd have my permission to silence me.

[ He doesn't hesitate. His hand leaves them, instead roughly cupping her face and pressing a heated kiss against her lips. He doubts it will really silence either of them, but he also doesn't seem to care in this moment. ]

[ The treatment gets a whimper out of her - though, apparently, it's quite good; her hips buck lightly against his, her hand tightening just so to maintain her hold. And, of course, the kiss is met with equal enthusiasm, voice drawling into an airy mewl. ]

[ The sounds he's coaxing from her, as dangerous as they may be, are only helping to heat the moment up for him. He mimics Grell's movements, shifting his hips so he's grinding himself against her. The friction feels astoundingly good, so much so that William gets distracted from their kissing to focus on it. ]

[ The change of pace leaves her gasping, head lulling back so that she might dig a hand into her hair. ]

Mn-- Will... [ If they continue like this, she can see herself climaxing fairly quickly! ]

[ Luckily for her, William has no intention of stopping until they've both reached their pique. His breath is becoming more ragged with each grind, sweat quickly speckling his forehead and neck. ]

I...I love you, Grell..

[ Heavy-lidded, misty eyes drink in the sight of his features during all this. Her touch ventures to his hip, slipping beneath the fabric that's come untucked from his trousers, just wanting to be as close and intimate as possible. ]

I love you, too. [ Her voice is breathy and heated, drawling into another muttered repetition of those words. ] I love you--nn.

[ That hand soon withdraws to meet the other, wrapped about their cocks - upping the stimulation so so as they border so dangerously close. ]

[ The second hand pulls a shaky hiss from him and he shuts his eyes tight to keep his attention truly focused on the sensation. It's not much longer before he relents. Unable to keep his weight up any longer, he drops to his elbows, burying his face into Grell's neck with a deeper groan than he was hoping to make.

It's then that he realises they've make a terrible decision this evening. There's a heavy knock on the door, followed by an angry voice demanding to know what all the noise they're making in there is. William's breath suddenly halts, his eyes no longer having any issue with remaining open. ]

[ Ah. Just when her body had prepared to seize with pleasure, the unwelcome sound cause her body to jolt in an entirely different way - she jumps, chest painfully tight with panic.

Eyes dashing along the ceiling, she grasps onto her lover tightly... and just as quickly, she finds herself grounded. Just as much as she loves him, she knows that she would die before allowing any harm to come to him. ]

Will. [ Voice eerily steady as she whispers to him, she takes his shoulders. ]

We'll need to move together. While I open the door, you pull him inside and silence him. If there's more than one, dash behind me and grab the oil lamp.

[ Once he's up, she's already buttoning her trousers and rolling across the bed for her sword. ]

[ Likewise, William wants no harm to come to his lady. What would all his efforts have been for if he allows these men to try her for their own ignorant ideals?

He gives her a stern nod, hoping to reassure her despite her sudden calm demeanor. In truth, he's unsure how he'll silence the man. His shirt is hastily buttoned, as are his trousers. He's certain it's the most disheveled he's ever looked, but that's hardly important, at the moment.

Swallowing hard, he opens the door, quickly grabbing the man by his tunic and forcing him hard against the wall. As one arm pins him in place, the other hand clamps over his mouth, causing muffled shouts as the man flails. This certainly isn't enough, but it should give Grell a spot of time to grab what she needs and move. ]

[ William's unwavering demeanour certainly does provide her with more confidence - although, such a thing seems to be dangerous. Sweeping in to shut the door behind them, Grell unsheathes her sword and has it pressed to the man's neck in one fluid motion. ]

We could simply go. Silently. Take our things and leave the money. But would that be sensible?

Edited 2020-04-05 08:39 (UTC)

[ Even with a blade to his throat, the man has nothing but disgust showing on his face. He doesn't want them to have to take another life. Suddenly, though, there's other voices in the hallway. Perhaps the owner's wife, or the patrons in the adjacent room. Unable to do more than mumble, the man kicks his foot heavily against the wall, attempting to gain their attention. ]

Kill him.

[ The contempt in that man's eyes provokes a flash of annoyance behind Grell's - quickly shifting to outright anger as his physical rebuttal.

No sooner than William gives his demand does she jab the point of the sword into flesh, rupturing the arteries beneath. It's quick, deliberate-- and almost too easy. Still, her heart skips a beat. ]

Let us be swift, my love.

[ She'll need to mull over it later; for now, there are bags to grab! ]

[ William drops the man's limp body to the floor, paying no mind to the pool of blood that slowly spreads out from under it. He should probably feel some sort of remorse, but none comes. He's not certain if that's a good thing. ]

We will have to leave through the window.

[ Unless they wish to take out the entirety of the inn's housed. ]

[ Bag underarm, Grell pauses to glance back at the window. They're at the second level, of course, but it's still a safer option than confronting the remainder of the occupants. With a sigh, she nods. ]

It might be better if you climb down first, then. I don't know if I could catch the luggage.

[ Window opened, William carefully backs out of it. Aside from the window sill, there isn't anything else to grasp onto, so he has to risk the fall. He lands on his well enough, but the force doesn't do well for his knees, and he briefly stumbles back before catching himself on the building's side. The pain his brushed off, though. He needs to focus on getting her down safely. ]

Alright. [ He motions for her to send down their bags. ]

[ Of course, Grell couldn't resist looking after him, absolute worry etched into her features. Though he indicates that he's ready, she still waits a moment longer, to ensure that he stays steady on his knees. Thankfully, he seems to be alright enough, so she nods back - and carefully maneuvers the first back out the window to drop.

She holds her breath, but as soon as she sees that he's got it, she rushes for the second. ]

[ Once both bags have been caught, William glances towards the front of the building thinking he heard some voices from inside. Not wanting her to experience his own landing, he moves close to the wall, ready to ease her feet down to the ground. ]

Honestly, we need to hurry.

I'm trying.

[ Grell hastily half-whispers. Seeing him reach for her, she nibbles at her lip while turning herself to climb out the window backwards, attempting to use the side of the building to drop herself down smoothly. She's almost got it, but the toe of her shoe slips at the last moment, banging her knee on the siding. Her jaw clenches terribly to keep her curse to a hiss. ]

Ngh-- okay, I-- I'm letting go.

[ Wonderful, now she's hurt herself, as well. William braces himself, catching her fairly smoothly despite the jolt of pain it causes in his legs. He flinches but tries to remain strong for her sake. Gently placing her down, he scoops up the larger bag of the two. ]

Are you alright to run if we need to?

[ He's hoping they can manage to get the horses up and moving quickly enough, but there's no telling. ]