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Texting~!

Technology in the reaper realm always advanced much quicker than in the mortal world. How that was possible wasn't made quite clear, but every employee would have to agree that it made the job far more tolerable and almost manageable. Before they knew it, fancy new machines were showing up in their cubicles and offices. Large ones that could transfer writing from one sheet to countless others. An extremely convenient electronic typewriter that made the organization of files far more streamlined. And now, their newest administered device which allowed them to communicate between departments and even branches without having to travel. They called it a 'cellular phone.'

( This shall be a catch all post for any random text exchanges between characters! )

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Fair enough.

[ The words are uttered with a grin, against his lips, before she accepts his kiss with a delighted hum. Arms encircling his shoulders, she reciprocates in full! ]

[ When they finally part, William takes a moment to quietly observe Grell's features. The soft smile she wears contrasts so greatly against the teeth-baring one she usually gives. She really is beautiful. He reaches up, idly pushing a bit of her bangs away from her face. ]

What colour were your eyes before we met?

[ This isn't the sort of attention that she's used to receiving! It brings a wash of colour to her cheeks. ]

Hazel. Not especially remarkable, I think. [ Looking at William's eyes, she hums whilst trying to imagine anything else. ] Any yours?

Blue. I would have thought, being a redhead, you'd have blue, as well.

[ He hums at the thought but doesn't seem the least bit disappointed in the real answer. ]

Odd how they change for all of us. I never quite understood.

My first act of rebellion, among many.

[ Ah, now she's lost in his eyes! It takes her just a second too long to respond beyond that, humming contently. ]

I suppose we'll never know for certain-- but I've thought to myself before, that God must have a sick sense of humour in it. Eyes being the windows to the soul, and now, all that lies there is death...

[ A quirk of her lips, at that! ]

Superficially, anyway.

Interesting choice in colour if that is the intended meaning behind it.

[ He shakes his head at the idea, finding it silly. ]

Honestly, it is a shame we need these spectacles to see one another.

Yes... I can't say that I ever understood that, either.

[ Biting at the edge of her lip, she shoots him a sly look over the frames of those glasses! ]

Perhaps we don't. We're more than our sight, aren't we? [ The back of her nails trace along his jaw. ]

[ He thinks on her meaning for a moment before giving an agreeing nod. The frame of Grell's glasses are carefully pulled from her face, then removing one end of the chain from the frame's arms, he gently pulls it free from around her neck. The chain is replaced before he sits up enough to reach over her to place them on the nightstand. His own are carefully placed beside them before he resettles himself beside her. ]

I can somewhat make you out at this distance.

[ Grell watches him, extending her neck when appropriate. Pushing her bangs back, now that her glasses aren't holding them out of the way, a chuckle carries under her breath. ]

What do you see?

Red.

[ If only William was one to make that sound like a joke. Unfortunately, he's just stating facts. ]

And the green of your eyes.

[ With a humoured tick of her tongue, she reaches out to find his hand - and does it surprisingly well! ]

What else? [ Placing his hand on her cheek, she nuzzles into its palm. ]

[ A thumb extends, tracing along her bottom lip. He leans in closer but doesn't kiss quite yet. ]

Your lips.

[ Soft and slow, she kisses the pad of his thumb. ]

What about them?

They're soft. Perhaps needy for me.

[ This might be the most flirtatious bit he's ever spoken, despite his voice being super monotone. ]

[ His descriptors are a bit too basic for her liking-- until that last bit. It's unexpected enough, that her lips flicker into a grin! ]

You know they are.

I'd be concerned otherwise.

[ Finally, their desire is fulfilled as William takes her chin in hand and claims them. ]

[ Now that their glasses aren't in the way, she can really tilt her head and lean into that kiss! Humming with delight, her hands explore along his neck - and she uses the leg she has slung over his waist to pull him in closer! ]

[ There's no hesitation at doing what Grell's leg urges. Perhaps one of the few commands of her's that he's complied to so willingly. Her kisses are accepted, as well, his tongue playing along hers, subtle suckling at her lower lip. It's becoming increasingly obvious how much he's desired intimate contact but never allowed himself to indulge. ]

[ Ah, it isn't as though she minds. It feels incredibly good that William could desire her in such a way! Though she may have been far more indulgent with her needs, they had never been acknowledged by the one she needed the most-- until now. It's relief, validation, and euphoria altogether.

His kisses draw sweet sounds from her, hands venturing down his back, hands finding the hem of his shirt to ride up, so that she may feel his skin and carefully rake her fingers across it. ]

[ He's enjoying those sounds his kisses coax from her quite a bit. And if his lips against her own are doing well to keep her going, it's likely other spots could work even better. Thus, William returns to her neck, nuzzling slightly before planting kisses along her skin.

All the while, her fingers playing along his back are doing quite well at urging pleased sounds from him, too! ]

[ His nuzzles issue Grell to extend her neck for him, a honeyed sigh rolling from her parted lips. ]

Mn... Your warmth alone is-- simply electric.

[ There's one spot in particular, where her neck connects to her right shoulder, that gets her to writhe beneath him. And she certainly doesn't resist arching her body against him, for it! ]

[ Once William discovers that spot, he makes certain not to leave it. Swathes of his tongue, suckling and gentle kisses each try to pull different sounds from her. She'll likely have a bit of a red mark once he's through. It won't last long due to their quickly healing bodies, but it will match her hair quite well until then! ]

[ Air hisses between her teeth just so, before she exhales a breathy little moan. Her nails rake along his back, though not enough to break the skin! It's heating her up quite nicely, indeed. ]

God, your lips are exquisite... but, then, what part of you isn't....

[ As soon as his mouth parts from her skin, she will insistently work his shirt upward between their bodies, keen to remove it! ]

I really can do no wrong in your eyes, can I?

[ He shakes his head, still not fully understanding but not interested in arguing over it, at the moment. Instead, he pushes himself up on an elbow to give enough room for his shirt to slip over his head. Underneath is all toned muscle. Oddly enough, his skin even as a slight tan to it! ]

[ Miracilous, that he could have such healthy color and physique, for a dead man. Muscle might come with their field of work, but what he has is ideal masculinity, to say the least. She's shamelessly dashing her tongue over her lips! ]

No, I truly don't think you can.

[ Meeting his gaze, she can make out his eyes at this distance - not in detail, she she can visualize them, anyway. Her hands, meanwhile, trail down the front of his torso, hoping she might memorize it with the same level of attention. ]

Nor do I believe that anything has - or ever will - compare to the way I feel, in this moment, with you.

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