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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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[ 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. ]

[ Though it takes her a bit by surprise, Grell melts into his kiss all too quickly. Relaxes in his hold, so that he supports her, in favor of cupping his face as she reciprocates.

Everything feels so different, now-- and yet, similar, all the same. A part of her that had been missing for a hundred years has awoken, at last, and she finally feels whole again. ]

[ Where he'd previously felt nervous and unsure about intimacy with Grell, now those fears have all but vanished. The decades they've spent along side one another, now merged with all the memories of their intimate mortal life; it's made him so comfortable in this moment.

His kisses continue, one blending into the next until he finally parts for a breath. ]

How did you envision this moment?

[ It takes moment for her to focus on the question, but a breath laugh follows. ]

Nothing like this. I thought we'd be exhausted, filthy from the ferry, and still too paranoid to stay anywhere that wasn't some seedy little inn. Perhaps we'd get a chance to bathe, and make our way back to the room. Huddle before the fire. But we'd still have been happy, because we were together.

[ He hums in agreement to her final statement. He removes her hands from his face, using the grip on them to pull her along to the expansive bathroom. ]

We may as well take advantage of this bathtub while we have the option. It's been quite sometime since we've shared one.

Mm, that sounds lovely.

[ Hands giving his a squeeze, she can't help but laugh again. ]

Look at us, all gussied up for a whole of ten minutes.

[ She leans him to peck his lips once more. ]

Still worth it.

Honestly, did you expect our clothes to stay on long?

[ The tub is set to fill and steam quickly starts to heat up the room. William begins to unbutton his shirt, but his eyes have firmly remained on Grell, apparently curious if she changed what's under her garments, as well. ]

Well, you know-- [ Gaze drifting off, she's clearly amused at herself and her own lack of proper judgement. ] I hadn't any idea whether you were planning to do some sight-seeing, or dining...

[ Now that she's rid herself of her coat and undone her collar, she's also begun to unbutton her blouse. Teasingly, she's faced away from him, but that won't stop him from seeing her reflection in the mirror.

Glancing back to him, she smirks. ]

Although, frankly, we've plenty of time for that sort of thing later. An eternity, you know.

[ Ah, and there it is - a glimpse of an underbust corset. She soon tosses her shirt aside to work on her trousers, and he'll soon find that she's paired it with a proper pair of garters and stockings. These panties are more of a low-cut brief - but the lace is almost entirely sheer. They're also black, with red detail - perhaps picked because it won't be so entirely unexpected, given their previous conversation. ]

So you do own something other than red.

[ With only his shirt removed, William comes up behind Grell to inspect her new lingerie. Fingers trace down the ribbing of her corset before inspecting the satin ribbon lacing the back. ]