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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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[ Grell's expression wilts just so, hand falling to rest against his shoulder. ]

Truly, it won't be easy - but what is love, if it isn't worth fighting for? [ And, again, she glancing at him over the frames of her glasses. ] I've certainly been in love you all this time, and I don't see that changing.

[ Oh there's that glare that she hasn't gotten for a few hours. ]

If I'm going to attempt this, then you best not lose interest. I'd look a right fool.

[ Oh, and she'll lean back to sit upright, so that she can give him a properly indignant frown!! ]

Is that what you think would happen?! After everything--!

No, but I'm clarifying, regardless.

[ Her frown cannot possibly outrank his glare! ]

[ No, it truly can't. Her frown eases into a huffy little pout, body relaxing back against him. ]

Well, it won't.

[ She glances away. ]

I swear it.

Good. You will also need to have patience with me.

[ Maybe he should write up a contract. ]

[ The comment earns a look. Does she even have the patience for this now? ]

I could say the same of you. You aren't going to grow exhausted of me, are you?

As I said earlier, I could have had you transferred at any moment. Yet, here we still are.

[ A home of understanding. ]

Yes, but-- seeing one another beyond work is entirely different.

So long as you allow me to breathe on occasion, I think I will manage.

[ Cheeky bastard. It gets a smirk out of her. ]

I'll see what I can do, but no promises there.

[ Idly, she smooths her hands along the back if his hair a bit, to lace her fingers beneath his head. ]

Is that all, I hope? This reunion is far from romantic.

[ He huffs. ]

You're seated in my lap.

[ Seems William has forgotten what romantic entails. ]

Yet, you still haven't kissed me.

[ She turns her head away with a dramatic sigh! ]

[ He shakes his head at Grell's dramatics. ]

Always complaining.

[ But, for the first time - in this lifetime, at least - William kisses her. Far from the gentle, romantic kiss they shared that Christmas Eve, this one is all about reaper William; forceful as he pulls her lips close with a firm tug to her hair. ]

[ Such earns a surprise little squeak from her-- until he claims her lips. Immediately, she melts into him, with a blissful and breathy little moan. Tilting her head to kiss him back with full enthusiasm, her fingers thread into the hair at the base of his neck. Passionate, to say the least.

Many things have changed, but her attraction for him never diminished. (Save for those first weeks at the Academy, but we won't count those.) ]

[ There's a slight intake of breath and a short groan. Seems he forgot what it felt like to have his hair mussed, he'd been so adamant about keeping it neatly combed. ]

[ Such earns a wicked little grin against William's lips. That's right, having his hair played with was one of his favourite things, wasn't it? She's fairly confident that's he's deprived himself of such physical contact over the past century, as well.

Grell withdraws only long enough to remove her gloves, teeth catching the fabric at her fingertips to strip them bare. She gently takes to his hair once more, while removing the second just the same - and once her mouth is free to explore his again, her nails ever so delicately rake along his scalp. ]

[ He's all set to lay some rules about when it is and isn't appropriate to play with his hair, but then she's scratching his scalp with those manicured nails and it feels wonderful. William's eyes drift shut, content to sit here like this for a bit. ]

[ Grell's prepared to kiss him once more, but it appears that she's lulled the man into a stupor. Her parted lips curl into the most amused grin, as she's just discovered a super power in which she has no intention of using responsibly-- but, she also knows quite well that he doesn't ever allow himself to relax, and so, to ruin it with a laugh would be criminal.

Instead, she continues to massage his scalp, placing the most gentle kiss at the corner of his mouth. Another, at his jaw. Faintly nuzzling along his neck, she'll lay gradual kisses along what exposed flesh she may find there. ]

[ William's eyes open lazily, as if to check on what she's up to. But that's fairly obvious by the attention his neck is getting. This he seems to be okay with. Maybe even willing to make it a regular thing! He gives her a subtle hint of that by tightening his grip around her body and holding her close. ]

[ The squeeze has her glancing his way, and upon meeting his gaze, she straightens up to face him with that grin of hers. Leans in, to return that affection to his lips, chuckling against them before kissing them once, slow and heated. Her fingers wind into those shortened black locks with the faintest tug, as she does. ]

Mn, I love you, Will. I suppose I never stopped loving you.

[ His gaze drifts from her eyes downward, taking in the details of her face and hair. ]

I don't want to say it simply as an automated reply. If you will allow it to come from me in my own time, it will mean far more to both of us.

[ It's all come on so fast, his mind still needs to piece it all together. But the fact that he's reciprocating her touches and is willing to try opening up says a lot on its own. ]

[ Watching him, Grell's eyes warm with adoration. Her hand shift to play her fingertips along the sweep of his hairline, thumbs brushing at his temples.]

Ah, I can't say that I'm surprised. You've always been such a tease. [ A chuckle. ] Don't keep me waiting too long, my love.

Behave and you won't have to.

[ Thoroughly relaxed, all sense of sternness has left his voice. He may actually say it sooner than he expects, if this is to be how things are between them from now on. ]

[ A tick of the tongue, as she idly brushes the tip of her nose to his. ]

Well, now, that's just charging me with the impossible, isn't it?