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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'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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