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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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You may think as much, but I'm questioning whether we should keep what we found out to ourselves. Management certainly won't want their absurd practice of altering records some become common knowledge.

[ Done with his thought, he trails his hands down her torso, rubbing along her thighs. ]

I do rather like how you look in dress pants, besides.

[ Ah-- what was he saying? William's touch effectively distracts her from anything but. Lashes fluttering, she breathes a heated little sigh. ]

Mn, keep touching me like that, and I'll wear anything you like...

[ Running down the tops of her thighs, his hands then trail back up along their bottom, reaching around to grip firmly at her ass. ]

You may have to return to your flat and pick out something sexy to wear to bed tonight.

[ Did he just invite her to spend the night? ]

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[ Hands kneading into his shoulders, teeth dragging over her lip, there's a little growl of a moan as she rolls her rear into his hold. ]

Gladly. My only qualm shall be to pry myself from your touch.

[ There's another firm squeeze before his fingers wind into the fabric of her dress shirt, untucking it with a rough tug. ]

What have you got on under these?

--Oh♥

[ The redhead gives a delightfully surprised chuckle, sitting herself up taller. Such makes it easier to slip her thumbs beneath the waistband of her slacks, pulling the fastenings up taunt ease of access. ]

I could tell you, but wouldn't that spoil the surprise?

I will wager a guess, then. Red lace.

[ The red is a surefire hit. The lace, well he's just hoping that's the case. The fastenings are opened, leaving him free to slide her slacks down just enough to find out. ]

[ Grell quirks a brow, for William will find that he's entirely correct. They're a beautiful, rich red embroidered onto a near-black burgundy mesh, with scalloped hem. Clearly not cheap. Very her. ]

Am I truly so predictable - or do you simply know me that well?

Predictable, most certainly. Though, that does mean I have been paying attention.

[ He takes in the detail of the embroidery, running his fingers along the scalloped edges. ]

[ Oh, she doesn't seem to like that word, but he certainly does well enough to deter any annoyance. The distraction of his touch helps more than a little. ]

I suppose I'll need to work on that. [ The muscles of her abdomen flutter a bit near the hips, earning a breathy little giggle. ] Would you like to see the rest-- or can you surmise that, as well?

I would think that all for under your work attire.

[ Perhaps she's not quite as predictable! ]

Whatever it may be, I highly doubt it is anything other than red.

Well, of course. It's cuter when it all matches.

[ Placing her hands upon his shoulders, she rises to back off of his lap, standing so that she may shimmy her trousers down her hips. Shame, that now her shirt conceals a better portion of her panties - but, now, he'll see that she has thigh garters suspending her over-the-knee hose. They're made of a matching soft lace, so as to remain discreet under her slacks. ]

There. See♥?

[ He'd been expecting her to unbutton her shirt and reveal a camisole or the like, so he's a bit perplexed when she decides to get out of his lap. Certainly she wouldn't do so unless it was a must. ]

You wear these each day?

[ He leans forward to graze his palm over where the lace accents her hose. Then his hand smooths around the back of her thigh, inching her closer to him. ]

[ With a hand returning to his shoulder, Grell leans in as close as she may, with pants still about her calves. It's a bit silly, and gets a giggle out of her, so she'll settle the knee he has into the couch beside him, reaching down remove the pantleg entirely. ]

No, certainly not each day. These are hardly practical on the field, so I save them for office days~.

Despite no one seeing them? Or have you been fraternising with a coworker on the clock?

[ It's hard to say if the anger attached to that is because she'd be breaking the rules or because it'd be with someone other than himself. ]

[ Now that she's kicked off the cumbersome garment altogether, she settles back into his lap. Though it really isn't difficult to imagine that William would be upset about disregarding rules, the potential that he could be jealous leaves her positively grinning. ]

No, my love, I haven't been fraternising. I wear it for me.

[ She cups his cheek, drawing the pad of her finger over his upper lip. ]

There's a certain power in feeling sexy.

[ Hearing her say that wipes that frown from his features. ]

You'd never felt so in our mortal life, had you? It is truly nice seeing you with such confidence.

[ Such heartfelt words coming from him, his old self must be breaking through. ]

[ Ah, what a sobering subject! Features easing into a mildly baffled blink, she gives his words a moment of thought. ]

Mn. [ A shake of the head. It's such a tender statement, though, that she can't help but smile a bit. Cupping his face with both hands, she leans in to rest her forehead to his. ]

Though I had to work through it on my own, in many ways, I believe it was you who ignited that spark.

[ A brief snicker. ]

Let's hope you don't regret it.

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[ He shakes his head in return. ]

I did find it attractive from the beginning, but not because it was inhibiting you. Perhaps there can be a bit of roleplay in the future.

[ Now's not that time, it seems, As his hands have found their way back to her rear! ]

[ Pulling back some to catch William's gaze, purr of a hum signals her approval. ]

Seems I'm not the only one who has gained some confidence♥.

[ Leaning in, her teeth just barely grazes his lip before claiming it with another lingering kiss. ]

[ As Grell leans back from their kiss, William acquires a questioning look. ]

Was I lacking before?

[ In a way he can understand, he hasn't much liked himself for a long time. But that was somehow balanced out by not caring about anyone else's opinion of him. ]

[ Tongue dashing between her lips with a slow roll, she gives him a endeared sort of grin. ]

You've fulfilled me in ways that no one else could compare - but you were never so kind to yourself. [ She tucks some of the hair she's mussed behind his ear. ] Lacking faith in yourself kept you from connecting to your desires for some time. Wouldn't you agree?

[ Without quite realizing it, William leans into that gentle touch at his ear. ]

I suppose that is true. Remembering how you helped me with that before, perhaps you can do so now, as well.

[ As she rolls her hips, William moves his grip to her hips, continuing the motion. ]

[ Head lulling back just so, she breathes a satisfied groan. ]

Mn, it would be my pleasure.

[ Gently taking hold of his chin, she leans in close to tease her lips over his as she speaks. ]

I don't know about you, but I can't bear to wait any longer... Take me bed♥.

[ With the memory of their final night together fresh in his mind, William shakes his head. ]

I told you, once we get to Paris.