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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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[ Humming an affirmative, Grell pulls her hair over her shoulder, in order to fully expose her back to him. ]

You'll help me out of it, won't you?

You certainly won't be wearing it in the bath.

[ Though that shoulder is very appealing, at the moment. Since the tub still has a ways to fill, William leaves the corset as it is, instead opting to press himself firmly against her and kiss at her neck. ]

[ That gets a giggle out of her - and his touch, an encouraging hum. Her eyes follow his reflection in the mirror before them, admiring his form, how it contrasts - no, compliments - her own.

With a tilt of the head, she offers her neck up to him, sighing with pleasure as his lips caress her skin. Her palms run along his forearms admiringly. ]

I'd do whatever would please you, my love.

I will expect that to apply to the office, as well.

[ Of course, he has to bring up the most unsexy thing imaginable. But, for once, talk of work isn't stopping him from showing his emotions. His lips trail down the curve of her neck onto her shoulder. Whatever scent she wears is surprisingly intoxicating, for once. Or perhaps he never allowed himself to pay mind to it before. ]

You smell lovely.

[ His voice is not nearly a romantic whisper! ]

[ Grell's shoulders slump just so, eyes rolling; however, it's a fleeting annoyance, for it has no chance to uphold against William's affections! ]

And how do I taste, mn?

[ The attempt to guide that branch of the conversation may be a bit obvious, but there's an endeared sort of quality to her teasing. In any case, the compliment brings a smile back to her face, as she lovingly reaches back to pet through his hair. ]

I'm not certain I've had enough of you to answer quite yet.

[ His lips move away from her skin as he straightens up. He catches her sight in the mirror's reflection and watches her reaction to his hands feeling along her chest. ]

[ Drawing a breath, Grell leans back against him, teeth catching an edge of her smiling lips. What a sensation, having his hands caress her chest, lacking though it may be. He makes it feel quite the opposite.

Craning her neck to catch a glimpse at his lips, there's longing in her eyes. Hunger! ]

Let's fix that, shall we?

[ Taking his hands, she temporarily removes them so that she may turn in his arms - and guiding him along, she moves back to seat herself on the counter. The points of her teeth press into her lip just so as she takes in the sight of his face-- but rather than pull him in for a kiss, she raises one heeled foot to press against his shoulder, ever so gently. ]

But first, perhaps you and I can help one another get a bit more comfortable, mn~?

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[ Hands no longer on her torso, instead they glide slowly down her leg, stopping where the straps of her garter belt attach to her stockings. Had they not been planning a bath together, he'd be keen on keeping the garments on. She looks undeniably sexy in them, and William's found he quite likes the idea of partially clothed sex.

But with the tub quickly filling, she must be disrobed! The buckles are snapped open before his fingers slip beneath the delicate lace lining the top of her stockings. They glide them down, revealing her smooth, shaven skin. ]

A shame to remove these.

Don't despair, my darling.

[ Leaning back to rest her shoulders against the mirror, she gives him her full attention-- well, mostly! Her eyes are certainly fixated on him, but she also hooks her fingers into the bow at the back of her corset, pulling it loose. It allows her to undo the fastenings at its front with ease, though she'll take her time with them. ]

We've just under twenty-four hours. I imagine we'll make full use of them.

[ And once the garment has been removed, she'll roll it up to toss aside on the counter with a grin. ]

[ One stocking tossed aside, he lowers her leg and lifts the other to take its place. His hand glides along her skin in much the same fashion, enjoying the sensation of her skin against his bare palms. ]

We have far longer, an eternity, as it were.

[ This time, she can take in the sensation wholly. A satisfied breath escapes her, lashes low. ]

Mn, an eternity of this... What a lucky girl I am...

[ Okay, perhaps she should work on that garter, next! It's a simple snap, but since she's sitting on the thigh straps, she must scoot herself forward to remove it. As such, she'll find herself just about straddling his hips in just her panties. It gets a terrible grin out of her, as she drops the little harness to the ground, in favour of hooking her fingers into his waistband. ]

[ He's entirely too clothed in this situation, but this new (well perhaps not so new) desire to hold her is taking precedence. His arms wrap around her middle, pulling her flush against himself and kissing her deeply. ]

[ Well, she certainly doesn't resist any of that, though it does catch her a touch off-guard. Perhaps it shouldn't, now that the memories between them have flooded back to her mind, and they were quite tender then. Even before she'd remembered, she'd craved him -- but never did she expect it to feel quite this good. It isn't merely a physical relief, but a sensation of wholeness.

Arms encircling his shoulders and hands caressing his head, she softly hums upon kissing him back. Utterly content. ]

God-- [ She whispers, lowly, between the embraces of their mouths. ] I've [ And another. ] missed you. [ And yet, another! ]

[ So odd to hear those words when they've been along side one another for decades. But it holds a whole new meaning now. ]

Yes, you are making that quite apparent.

[ It's said in a dry sort of jest, as he's certainly not objecting to anything. However, the slowly filling tub comes back to mind. He parts their lips just to glance back, and seeing the level of the water decides to slide Grell off the counter so they may continue to undress. ]

[ That earns a look, albeit an amused one, accompanied by that lopsided smile of hers. ]

Oh, that's but the beginning of it, my love.

[ Standing now, she leans back against the counter to offer just a bit more space between them, affording her the opportunity to work at the fastenings to his trousers. Her fingers make quick work of it, and so, she'll gratuitously run her hands over his hips and thighs before shimmying the pants down. Once low enough, she kneels to assist him in removing the legs swiftly - and offer a good tease while she's at it. ]

[ Half hard from their initial foreplay, William's cock stiffens even more as Grell gives it that first bit of attention. He inhales sharply through his nose before giving a slow approving hum. Ah, but it this is to continue, their bath will soon be running over. So, he kicks his trousers to the side, offering a hand to help Grell to rise, then lead her to the tub. ]

Then let's begin with our bath.

[ Seeing that through the fabric of his undergarments leaves Grell biting at her lip with a grin, peeking up to William, then-- where she meets the sight of his hand. It's with a playful little huff that she reaches up to accept it. ]

If you insist!

[ Once at the tub, she reaches over to turn off the water. It's only with some hesitance that she releases his hand, after that, to shimmy down her panties. ]

[ His eyes certainly follow her hands as she removes that last bit of clothing. But he doesn't let it distract him. There's a bath to take! As she settles into the tub, he takes the spot beside her. The size of the bath is just perfect enough to keep them comfortably close. ]

I am certain this weekend won't nearly be long enough.

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