thedispatch | Texting~!

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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[ 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.

Nothing?

[ Though she can't tell, he has quite a skeptical look on his face as he settles beside her again. ]

Was a snog all you were after this entire time?

[ A fleeting moment of desperation reads in her body language, as he pulls away - a tremor to her breath, the way her touch follows him as he pulls away.

And then his words sink in. ]

--What?

[ And, seemingly contrary to her words, she sounds almost disgusted! ]

Surely, you're joking.

You stated yourself that nothing would be better than this.

[ Though his voice doesn't portray it, he almost finds this amusing. ]

[ With a distressed huff, she pushing herself up on an elbow, to properly face him while her voice elevates! ]

As in,being with you, expressing love without abandon! Do you not understand what this means to me? How could you even suggest such a thing right now?

[ He huffs right back and attempts to give her a smack upside the head, missing a fair bit and mussing her hair instead. ]

I was poking fun at you. Apparently humour is not something I should ever attempt.

[ With his shirt tossed to the floor, he lays back down, expecting she'll calm down and join him. ]

[ Grell flinches and-- okay, that's not as bad as she anticipated. Still, she's a bit in shock, at that news... The anger fizzles, but she's left with unease in her chest! She didn't like that one bit. ]

No, perhaps not. That was not funny.

[ However tempted she might be to thwap him, she doesn't hit back. Instead, she resolves to set her head on his shoulder, fingers found into her shirt with frustration! ]

[ With a sigh, he rests his arm around her shoulders and pulls her quite a bit closer. ]

The way you spoke made it sound as though you were content with our sexual interactions not going beyond a simple snog. Honestly, I know that isn't the case. I wasn't implying that your affections were superficial.

[ He is quiet for a beat. ]

I apologize.

[ Though her shoulders are initially tense with surprise, she doesn't stay that way for long. Her arm slips around his middle, and she nuzzles into his chest. She's already forgiven him.

So, it's especially surprising to hear his apology! With a blink, she raises her head to look up at him wondrously. ]

Yes, well, you should know damn well that I won't be satisfied until I have all of you. [ Already in better humour by her tone alone, she's god a lopsided smile on her lips as she reaches to cup his cheek, craning up to give him a kiss! ]

Yes, I'm well aware--

[ Since he can't see, the kiss takes him by surprise. Something he shakes his head at himself for once they part. Honestly, how did he not see that coming! ]

Not tonight, however. I already told you.

[ Even if he can't see her, with how close she remains, he'll most likely guess that she's giving him A LOOK, at present! ]

Still? After all that fuss?

[ That isn't going to keep her hands from idly wandering over his bare chest. In fact, if he's going to tease, she will, too-- by reclaiming her place, seated over his hips, so she can most gratuitously feel his abs! ]

Why?

Because I should be getting to sleep. My meeting is quite early tomorrow and it's already late.

[ Yet, he's not pushing her off. Not yet! ]

[ There's a doubtful hum, as her hands work lower, pads of her thumbs massaging over the dip of his hips. ]

I suppose you're right. I deserve your undivided, relentless attention.

Perhaps tomorrow. If you behave yourself on our tour of the city.

[ Still, his hips twitch at her touch. He can't deny - or hide - how hard she's gotten him. ]

[ There's a part of Grell that's mentally cursed herself for the idea to remove their glasses! Though she has the range to feel every bit of him, she's undoubtedly curious to see. ]

At this rate, it might be all I'm able to think about.

[Still, he didn't mention anything about behaving herself now. Resisting the urge to follow the outline of his cock underneath her is so incredibly tempting. It's taking all she has to just drag her nails along the contour of his outer hips, outside his boxers, instead. ]

[ He might have to agree with that for himself, actually. He might be a bit distracted at his meeting. ]

Then perhaps before we head out.

[ A compromise. For now though, he urges her back down to lay beside him. Having her perched there isn't going to help calm him. ]

[ Though she protests with a pout, it isnt as though he's going to see it! So, he'll get a huff, instead - even though she complies.

Positioning his arm, so she can resume her place cuddle up next to him, she crawls off of him and plops down into place. ]

Hmm. I suppose~.

Complain too much and I'll transport you home now.

[ While others may tease with a statement like that, from William it can only be the truth. But that doesn't mean he wants her to go, so he attempts to coax her away from the pouty mood by leaning down to give her a sweet kiss. ]

[ Craning up to meet that kiss, she can't resist the smile which pulls at her lips. Still, she hums in approval! ]

So unforgiving!

You enjoy it, so no complaining on that, either.

[ With his free arm, William tugs up the covers so they're both warm and snug. It's been quite a long time since he's had someone laying beside him in bed, and it's surprisingly comforting. It has him drifting off to sleep faster than he would have expected. ]

[ Resting her cheek down, just above his chest, she slings her arms across his middle. The rise and fall of his chest, his heartbeat, his smell-- it's enough to calm her, as well. ]

Oh, I do. Immensely.

[ Absently nuzzling, as she allows her mind to quiet, she finds it surprisingly easy to allow herself to drift off, as well! ]

[ If Grell isn't too heavy of a sleeper, she'll probably wake to him inching his way out from under her. It's 6 a.m. and William is begrudgingly getting up for work. ]

Texting~!

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