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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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[ 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?

Hardly impossible. I would have thought so, before, but you were quite good at it while we were alive. Surprisingly.

[ He scrunches up his nose, defensively, and pushes her face back, gently for once. ]

Perhaps you can readopt some of those traits.

[ Wincing, she's prepared for the worst-- and yet, she's just left with a slightly smooshed face. Blinking that off, she pouts! ]

Much has happened since then.

[ William looks rather sceptical of that claim. ]

It's been rather uneventful, in my opinion.

[ Sitting back to regard him with a tilt of the head, her lips part with a lopsided grin. ]

To us, now, perhaps-- but those frail little mortals then committed various acts of murder in response to traumatic events, failed to save one another, and fail yet again to die. Couldn't even remember the worst bits, either, just knowing they were utterly twisted and alooone~

We experienced that all together, mind you. If I can make an attempt to show a softer side, once more, you can as well.

[ He contradicts himself with that stern glare returning. ]

Now, I wasn't implying otherwise.

[ Chuckling, she shrugs, and stretches her arms to rest over his shoulders. ]

But, yes, alright, fair point.

Good.

[ He's not sure how well she'll do with that goal, but he's curious to see.

He hums, a thought coming to him. ]

Do you still have your dress?

[ The first night he entered his flat here, he found his violin placed delicately on his bed. He'd never asked anyone else if something similar happened with them. ]

[ Grell blinks, and then, her expression darkens just so. ]

No... I have my mother's jewellery, but-- [ A frown. ] I'd assume they were fearful that I might remember something which they didn't intend for me to.

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[ He looks just as miffed. He should ask management for a refund. ]

This entire concept is absurd.

Yes, well, they'd best hope that I never learn of whomever made that decision.

[ But then, she's looking William's face over once more, and her own relaxes some. ]

Though, I suppose there are more valuable things to have. [ Grell utters, dashing a fingertip down his chin. ]