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[death_glare]

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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[untodeath]

[ 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. ]

[death_glare]

[ 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.