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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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[ 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.

[ Pulling back some to look at William properly, confusion is clear in her features. ]

Paris-- really?

Was that not what I promised you?

[ He looks her in the eyes. ]

Honestly, I would like to keep one of my promises to you.

[ Though her eyes had softened, her brows immediately furrow as William puts himself down, however indirect. ]

Let us put a hold on that thought for a moment.

[ With a tilt of the head, she frowns! ]

Tell me, how many opportunities did you have to part ways with me? To live a simpler, secure life? And did you ever take them?

[ He briefly opens his mouth to answer but settles on a frustrated huff first. ]

No. I've remained by your side.

[ He can't argue that, but it's still not entirely what hed meant by hus promise to protext her. ]

Does this mean you'd rather I not take you to Paris?

[ Oh, and Grell is fully prepared to continue, but he effectively cuts her short. However irritated that makes her, the feeling is quickly deterred when she considers the question. ]

I didn't say that! [ Idly taking hold of his blazer's collar, her fingers run over its stitching. ] Does this mean we're running?

[ He can only assume that by running she means defecting. His hand reaches up giving her a good smack on the head. ]

No, we will take time off together.

[ Perhaps she should have expected that, but then again, hadn't he just vowed to be less violent? Not that she minds-- it just gets a very surprised yelp out of her! Slumping with a hand over the affliction, she sighs a defeated but slightly aroused sort of sound. ]

What, do you really think they'll go for such a thing?

[ Less violent, yes. But sometimes she just needs that smack. Still she has a point. ]

True. We could go now. If I recall your schedule, you have the overnight shift tomorrow.

[ Well, that snaps her right out of it. Sitting up a bit straighter, she blinks wide! ]

Now? Well, yes, I-- I suppose it would work...!

[ Undeniably excited, she's up on her knees over his lap, now! ]

Goodness, I'll need to change! Give me-- oh, I can't be too long-- half an hour, I suppose?

[ He's skeptical she'll be that quick. ]

Then get going.

[ This time she will get a smack on the ass to get her moving! ]

[ A sharp gasp escapes her before she's grinning, running a hand into William's hair-- she leans in to kiss him hungrily. Might need to remind her what she'd just decided on only seconds before! ]

[ Though he'd like to continue that kiss, he'd also like to have as much time in the city as they can. He stands from his seat on the couch, forcefully pushing her off of him in the process. ]

Go.

[ Grell falls strait back onto the coffee table. Sure, it may hurt her ass where it spills over the edge, it could've been worse; she winces, but her shoulders relax.

Until a split second after, when the legs on that side of the table snap, and she tumbles once more.

There, on the floor now, she spots her pants - and reaches out with a heavy arm to pick them up, before getting onto her feet. Rubbing at her bottom. ]

Well, my table's cuter, in any case. I'll bring it by later. [ And with a wink, she's gone! ]

[ William doesn't even get to remark on Grell's "suggestion" that she'll be moving in, before she's gone. Honestly, he'd should have seen that coming. With a heavy sigh at the state of his coffee table he heads to his room to pack a few items. The brief pause from Grell will also give him a chance to process this whole day some more. ]

[ Of course, Grell is running late, but she does manage to keep it just shy of fifteen minutes! Knuckles rapping at his door, he'll see that she's simply swaying on her feet with excitement.

Also, that she's changed into something notably more flamboyant; a long red blazer with fine brocade detail, a ruffled collar, and trousers a matching crimson. Additionally, she's smoked out her eye makeup just enough. ]

Apologies, my love. It pained me to be away from you so long.

[ William too has changed, as his casual home attire wasn't sophisticated enough to walk the Paris streets in. It's similar enough to his usual work attire, but with a jacket that fits in more naturally to the style of the time period. Normally he wouldn't care if he blended in or not, but he hasn't had much reason to wear the garment, and in truth he's rather fond of it. ]

Quicker than I'd expected.

[ Arm slinking about her waist, he whisks them off, appearing outside a rather luxurious looking hotel. He'd attended quite a few conferences in the city, and this particular one was to his liking. ]

[ The redhead drapes her arms atop his shoulder with an approving purr, a hand brushing over the material of his jacket, knuckles then trailing up along his collar and neck.

It's then that Grell finds herself before the gorgeous hotel. ]

Oh♥.

[ Taking in the sight of it, her eyes simply sparkle under the warm lights filtering from its large, pristine windows. It lasts but a moment before she sends him a coy glance. ]

Straight to the point. I like that.

There is no sense in wasting time.

[ And for the first time in this afterlife, he's holding the door open for her! The room they've been given is just as luxurious. Fine bedding, complementary wine, a gorgeous view of the city and an extra large bathtub, perfect for two. One might think they've been given the honeymoon suite. ]

[ With a croon, the redhead nearly bounces over to the windows to drink in the marvelous view. Of course, the room is just as nice, and so her attention immediately snaps back - right to the best of it. The company. ]

Oh, Will~ [ Gasping his name, she returns to him, reaching out her hands for his. ] It's just perfect.

[ He nods, letting her take his hands. ]

Simply arriving in the plaza gave me an immense sense of relief.

[ That has her features softening. Looking down, she brushes her thumbs over the back of his palms, stepping in close. ]

The worst is over now, isn't it? This is a new chapter of our lives.

[ This moment, it feels all too similar to the night he confessed to her. Those emotions suddenly a part of him again, he has to take a steadying breath. But then he's leaning in to take her lips in a forceful, yet exceptionally meaningful kiss. ]