[ What started with an intense and needy embrace has drawn out into a series of slow, lazy kisses. William finds himself humming pleasantly as Grell's fingers play through his hair. His own hands have cradled her in a slow, steady rocking motion that gives just enough friction between their bodies. It's a tender, almost romantic gesture from both of them, each so used to the intense and violent nature of the other. Somewhere in the back of his mind, William wonders why such gentle intimacy never appealed to him until now. ]
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