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[ Upon hearing the creak of the restroom door, Grell's head snaps up.

Pretty red hair mussed, eyeliner smeared, and top torn, she imagines that she must be an unnerving sight - especially out of breath as she is, and bent over an unconscious stranger bleeding from the head.

She stills, meeting the newcomer's eyes. ]

Lock the door behind you, mm?

[ It's said almost casually, and though it might be posed as a request, that clearly isn't the case. She's alert enough that she may be ready to turn on said newcomer next!

In fact, she's expecting that she'll have to. Seeing the other man seated at the bar earlier, he didn't seem to be particularly friendly - perhaps, even uncertain of the company at this particular club.

Yes, she remembers well, because she'd initially ignored him for it. As handsome as he is, she can't be bothered with a man that is unsure of what he wants! That's what she thought, but now, that may be her downfall. ]

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I would follow you, of course. Perhaps get your attention by stealing your prey from under your nose.

[ Her hands venture over his waist, and along his lower hips. Up, along his back. Down, again, to give his butt a squeeze. ]

[ Sadly, there isn't much there to squeeze. Though the trailing of her hands along his wet skin feels wonderfully relaxing. ]

Competition over a partnership? Hm, that does sound intriguing.

[ Well, it seems that she's able to find a flaw, after all!

Though... somehow, she finds it a bit endearing, his tight little rump... ]

Oh, yes, it could be wonderful. I could really take my time to drain them out. Make a real mess of it.

[ She bats her eyes. ]

Unless you were mean about it. In that case, I could kill them instantly.

Honestly, you make far more of a mess already. We can't burn every house we enter.

[ He continues to thread his fingers through her hair until all the suds have run out. ]

Shame.

[ Her words are airy, lashes falling over her cheeks blissfully. ]

It's a beautiful thing.

We will need to come to an agreement on how we proceed from now on.

[ Briefly, he turns the extra jets off so he can lather up the rest of her body. It's certainly a more 'masculine' scented soap. ]

I apologize for not having anything more floral.

[ Content to let him, she turns when needed, watching him with adoration. Smiling, she traces a knuckle down his cheek. ]

Quite alright. I suppose it doesn't have to be floral, but... [ She smiles all the wider. ] My favourite scent does happen to be rose.

[ She hums when he gets to her lower back, eyes closing once more. ]

Perhaps we should talk business later, though? Tomorrow over dinner would be nice, don't you think?

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I will have to keep that in mind.

[ Just as she'd done to him moments before, he gives her ass a good squeeze after lathering it up. ]

It would be rather foolish to have a discussion about it while dining out.

[ That gets a good chuckle out of her! She runs her hands over the back of William's palms, as they cup her bottom. ]

I was thinking that I could get us some take out, have it waiting for you when you get off of work.

[ There's a vaguely guilty looking expression on her face, at that - in the most cheeky sense, of course. ]

I've no talent for cooking, alas - but this way, you can have whatever you want.

[ He eyes her suspiciously. ]

Do you not have a job of your own then?

[ She brightens a bit, at that. ]

Oh, I do. Mondays are terribly slow at the boutique, so I generally take them off!

[ There's a good-natured roll of the eyes. ]

I can sense that you aren't appreciating that idea, however. I've plenty I can do elsewhere.

Then, why don't you spend the day doing whatever that entails.

[ He may have a bit of hesitance on leaving her alone in his home just yet. Plus, he's not giving her his only key. ]

I will call you when I am through with work and we can meet here. once more.

[ He gives her another firm squeeze before flipping the water jets on again. The water is cold for the briefest moment before warming up. William must be used to it cause he doesn't so much as flinch. ]

[ There's an irritated tick of her tongue, at that - and then, Grell tenses up as the cold water hits her, with a hiss between the teeth! ]

Goodness, that certainly wakes the senses, doesn't it..!

Something you will need to get accustomed to, should you plan on using my shower often.

[ No alone time yet, but it's obvious he's open to the idea. Something that's new to him, too. He's not one to get overly close to people. And who knows when the last time he had someone share his bed, that wasn't simply a fling. ]

[ Grell catches that suggestion beneath his words - and she simply hums with an idle smile! It isn't that she expected him to trust her so quickly, but-- well, she presented a very cute idea and was rejected! It still stings a little! ]

Truly. I don't suppose you might have face wash, hm?

[ She turns rinse herself off properly, and takes up the shampoo, so that she might wash William's hair, now. ]

Nothing specifically labeled for that.

[ Something he now expects she'll remedy for him. Still, he finds himself leaning down slightly so she can adequately run her fingers through his hair without standing on tiptoe. ]

[ Yes, that comes with a hefty sigh! ]

Men.

[ She searches the details of his face, whilst diligently massaging over his scalp. ]

One multi-purpose wash, and yet, you're as handsome as ever.

And I'm certain you must be just as beautiful without all the fuss you must go through every morning.

[ His eyes close briefly at the scratch of her nails over his scalp. It's odd how pleasing it is when he's always so quick to fix any hair that moves out of place during the day. ]

[ It continues to amuse her how much he likes this, having been so particular the first time. She actually can't wait to see how HE prepares in the mornings! ]

Well, aren't you sweet.

[ She briefly stills to press a kiss against his lips - and then, tales to finger-combing out the suds. ]

Simply stating the truth.

[ He spins them around so he can run his head beneath the main shower head, just to get all the tiny bits of soap out that she may have missed. ]

[ Grell takes this opportunity to gather more soap, ready to wash his back, once he's stepped out of the stream. ]

Make no mistake, I quite like to hear it!

[ Her hands gliding over his back feels wonderful, as well, and he lets out an approving hum. ]

How many lives have you taken before tonight.

[ Asked so casually. ]

[ That gets something of a giggle out of her! That doesn't keep her from her task, however. ]

Twelve. Pacing myself has been-- maddening. But, as you have said, I am messy, and I'm left to compensate for it. [ A hum. ] And yourself?

Messy as you are, I'm surprised there hasn't been words of suspicion going around. Especially if you light up every building you paint with blood.

[ He's quiet for a spell, enjoying the attention to his body. ]

Seven. Though I have another I'm working on, currently. Since I don't have quite as many, perhaps you are the more experienced one.

[ Grell laughs, yet again, content on leaving the how to his imagination, for now. In any case, she's very intent on hearing his reply.

The suspense leaves her glancing up at him every few moments, as she works - and, just as she feels herself losing patience, he speaks! Finally! Her shoulders ease with an exhale. ]

Ooh~. I suppose we won't know until we put it to the test, hm? Tell me about this one you are-- working on.