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[ What began as a heated conversation seemed to earn the curiosity of the lobby's dawdlers and passer-bys-- until it became downright explosive. The boisterous tone of voice was all too recognisable, for everyone there had found themselves subjected to Grell's charades at least once, and for most, that was one time too many. The smartest of them would turn on heel and leave the direction they came.

Unfortunately, those that were in the immediate vicinity wouldn't have such privilege. A foolish, albeit good-hearted young woman had just stepped between Grell and the target of her aggression, in hopes of diffusing the situation. Instead, the enraged redhead snatched the new receptionist by the hair. ]

Oh, is this what it's all about, then! This wagtail bitch?!

[ Immediately, several reapers jump in to take Grell's arms and detach her. While they are successful, it only earns a face-splitting grin from her - for, now, she has a better distraction. Flipping one man over her shoulder, she gives him a splitting kick before turning on the rest of them. It's nothing short of a brawl. ]

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[ It does, but only so that she may twirl to sit at the edge of the bed, hand posed at her hip! ]

Me.

[ And, with a pause, she takes a swig directly from the bottle, before holding it out to him! ]

More proof of how delusional you are.

[ He apparently doesn't think he's seductive, at all. But he will take that bottle, after a slight pause for consideration, since it has just been on Grell's lips. ]

[ Raising her eyebrow daringly, she wags the bottle at him until he takes it! ]

Self-depreciation, however, is not as attractive.

[ He'll approach, taking the bottle and daring to side beside her on her bed. ]

I believe a bit of that is unavoidable, given how we all arrived in this afterlife.

[ He takes two swigs before returning the bottle to her. ]

[ One arm on the bed, she crosses her legs, leaning into face him whilst taking the bottle back. ]

Of course, darling, but it's all about the presentation.

[ Speaking of, she seems to be taking his in, as she knocks back another drink. Licking over her lips, she's awfully close when she presses the bottle against his chest. ]

[ Taking back the bottle, William otherwise remains unmoving. Those stern eyes are fixated on Grell's. ]

You're doing a fairly good job of that this evening.

[ What the hell is he saying? He shouldn't take another drink but he's kind of beyond realising that's a bad idea now. ]

[ Now, that seems to spark a fire in her eyes! Lashes lowering, she searches his, lips curling into a feral grin. ]

Mn, is that so~? Tell me more♥.

[ Reaching over, she traces a finger over the button fly of his collar. Those boring old pajamas. They'd be better off on her floor, she thinks. ]

[ His eyes drift down, but not to where she's playing with the buttons of his shirt. Instead, they've found their way down her torso and along the smooth skin of her legs. Sometimes, he thinks, if he didn't know she was male under all that, he'd be fooled. He should keep that to himself. Yes, definitely. ]

You've managed to seduce a straight man into your bed. Certainly this lingerie is working well on you.

[ It isn't as though Grell needs permission for much of anything, but that seems to be more than sufficient reason for her to go in for the catch. She hooks a finger into his collar, to pull him in closer, eyes on his lips as she leans in too incredibly close. ]

I suppose I'll be leaving it on, then.

You will be.

[ She may be tugging him in, but he's the one taking the kiss. Forceful and surprisingly experienced. He takes her bottom lip between his before tilting his head to deepen the embrace. ]

[ It does catch her quite by surprise, indeed! With how cold as he makes himself out to be, she finds herself melting into his advances. The breath she draws between their lips gives way to the softest purr, hands running up along his arms, and over his shoulders. She'd never noticed how sculpted he was - but then, she'd never had him pressed against her before, either! ]

Don't-- hold anything back. [ She mutters against his lips, as she may. ]

[ He breaks for but a moment, if only to place the near empty bottle of gin on the bedside table. ]

Honestly, have I ever done so with you?

[ Thinking isn't an option right now. He's crossed that threshold, so there's no sense in wondering just what the heck he's doing, if the alcohol would even allow it.

Her lips are reclaimed as he pushes her onto her back. Then using a knee to separate her legs, he perches himself over her. ]

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[ Though she chuckles against his lips, her voice quickly drawls into a delighted and altogether enticed gasp of a moan as he handles her.

For once, she'll not trouble him with witty quips; her mouth is much too focused on his, kisses short and heated, greedy for the next.

Her fingers pluck at his buttons until they've undone enough to pull the shirt over his head. Sighing, as she must break away to do so, she tosses it off to the ground rather aggressively!

Grell's eyes trail the contours of his form, glassy with lust. ]

Mn, why haven't we done this before...

[ Kneeling bare chested in front of her has him pondering the question. He feels like an answer should be obvious, but for now, he can't seem to think of one that holds up. For now, he just states it as 'Work" and resumes their enthusiastic exchange of kisses.

Eventually, his lips leave her's to trail down along her jaw, down her neck and along her clavicle to the other side. There's heavy breaths peppered between the kisses and William vaguely wonders if he'd ever gotten this heated, this quickly, with his ex. ]

[ Ah, work. Of course William would say as much. The snerk his answer earns is quickly drowned out and forgotten, however; his kisses have her humming, sighing, even mewling, as he finds the most pleasurable spots.

Meanwhile, her palms glide over his skin, slow and purposeful, kneading at the muscle beneath. They find their way up his shoulders and along his neck, until her fingers thread into his hair. Finally, she'll have her way with it. ]

Stunning, and you know how to treat a lady♥.. my...

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[ Surprisingly, William doesn't pull back or scold her for mussing up his hair. Is he merely preoccupied or does he sincerely like the sensation of her manicured nails raking across his scalp? Perhaps she'll have to inquire later.

Regardless, William lets a subtle groan of approval escape him as he focuses on a particular spot on her neck. The force of the attention is sure to leave a lasting mark, even for a quick healing reaper. ]

[ Grell would suspect it's the latter, but he doesn't leave her with much time to dwell on it. The attention sets her nerves alight, and the idea of being marked, tenfold.

Heaving a shuddered sigh, her fingers wind into his hair, her thighs pressed into his sides as she rocks her hips up to meet his. She must know if he's anywhere near as hard as he's made her. ]

Mn, don't stop...

[ He obliges, shifting his lips slightly to work on a second branding. Swathing his tongue along the skin before a brief bite. Then sucking at the skin until it sufficiently reddens.

It's when her hips meet his that he finally falters. Feeling her erection press against him is a harsh reminder that he is, in fact, touching another male body. Though Grell's been a wonder at playing the part, he'd never so much batted any eye at the fact that things weren't really what they seemed with her. He'd respected it, of course, as what friend wouldn't? But he'd never imagined they'd be in this intimate embrace. Finally, the blur between presentation and physical reality was having a divide.

He pulls back, returning to his kneeling position. He's firm, certainly, but not nearly as hard as her. With his mind so hazy from the alcohol he's feeling quite confused, indeed! ]

[ With a pouty sigh, she's forced to untangle herself from William! Idly, she trails her fingertips over his kiss marks. ]

You've already done a number on me... What other marks do you hope to leave?

[ Thinking he must want to admire his work, she stretches her neck out prettily for him... and yet, he just seems to be terribly lost?

Relaxing, her brow knits. ]

Will? What is it?

[ William's own frown is one of confusion. ]

I'm not certain. I suddenly feel... [ What's the right word? ] ...nervous?

[ He rubs at his eyes and forehead. ]

Which is absurd. Honestly, why did you allow me to drink so much.

Nerv--... Ah.

[ Even as drunk as they are, it's easy to recall the detail that seems to hinder her most in this (after)life! She's been down this road before.

Legs crossing over at the ankles, behind his back, she uses his weight to sit upright, propping herself with one of her arms. With the other, she trails her fingertips along the waist of his sleepwear idly. She won't give up the teasing just yet. ]

Don't you worry, darling. Just show me what you like, and I'll worry about the rest.

I know you don't wish to hear this, but I've no experience with another man.

[ He moves his eyes from hers, down to where her finger teases. ]

And I wouldn't think it right to ignore your body and only focus on my own.

[ There's the smallest huff through her nostrils. No, she doesn't care for that term at all.

Still, that does sound promising, she thinks. Enough so that her lips twitch into a lopsided smile. ]

Well then. I'll show you what to do.

[ There's a tilt to her head, expression fierce and daring. ]

Very well.

[ William takes hold of her wandering hand, forcing it to slip beneath the hem of his trousers. ]

First, I believe we should get me to where you are.

[ He motions with a nod of his head to where her own cock is straining against her delicate panties. ]

[ The man won't have much resistance, where that is concerned. Grell allows him to move her as he pleases, younger dashing to wet her lips with a heated little sigh as her fingertips graze his cock. ]

I believe you're right.

[ While she makes to cup his length with her palm, her other trails over his hip and back to cup his ass. This, of course, requires her to be closer, and allows her lips to press against his chest. ]