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[ Graduating from the reaper academy was nothing to brag about. Sure you gained some skills and were granted permission to customize your glasses and scythe, but beyond that, all that was in the newly trained reapers' future was tedious, unavoidable work encased within long nights of depression and regret. Unlike mortal graduations that were followed by celebration, reapers were informed of how they came to be, what was expected of them, should they wish to redeem themselves, and then shown their personal cinematic records. Forced to relive the pain of their mortal lives. To say it's a traumatic experience is a vast understatement.

William stands alone in his newly assigned, permanent flat. It's barely furnished, with just the essentials, no life or personality to be seen. All that's playing through his mind is his record. A horrific thing to rewatch, certainly, but somehow it was made more painful by a fear that had been newly established. He's suddenly feeling sick from the thoughts and has to exit the apartment to collect himself. Glancing up, he sees a brief flicker of bright red at the end of the hall, and before he can stop himself he's following after it. ]

Grell Sutcliffe?

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I suppose, if that's what you would look at my affection as.

[ With the way he's tilted his head, she can feel his breath against her neck. ]

[ It has Grell tensing just so, as a shiver runs up her spine. It feels divine. ]

I do. [ And she hums with delight, twirling a strand of his hair between her fingertips. ]

I may not understand why, but it feels good to know.

[ A deep breath and hes drifting off. ]

I might have an idea.

[ She presses a kiss atop his head, before nestling down into the pillows. ]

Dream sweetly, Will.

[ It's quite early in the morning when William wakes. The sun has barely begun to peek over the horizon. With the dim lighting and his glasses set aside, William can't quite see Grell, but he can feel her warmth as she holds him. It's odd but comfortable and he almost decides to slip back to sleep. ]

Sutcliffe?

[ Instead he utters her name quietly, merely a signal that he's woken. ]

[ Heaving a sleepy sigh, she hums in response. It takes her a moment before she can respond coherently, mind blanketed in the comfort of his embrace. ]

Yes?

Just curious if you had woken yet.

[ Reluctantly, William pushes back from her, rolling onto his back and stretching briefly. ]

[ A sleepy groan of protest! ]

Good morning to you, too...

[ Now, she's cold! She rolls onto her stomach to compensate, cheek smooshed into the pillow as she stares off with a sleepy blink. ]

Have you any coffee, by chance?

One of the few things I've purchased.

[ But he's not making any effort to get up and make some. ]

[ While she certainly notes his lack of motivation, she doesn't mind it much. He remains beside her, which certainly isn't a bad thing, in her book. ]

Excellent. You're a smart one.

[ She rolls over to loom over him, stealing his lips in a lazy, lingering kiss. ]

[ He stiffens at first, briefly forgetting that she'd given him a lesson on kissing last night, despite waking up in her arms just now! But soon enough he's relaxing and kissing back. There's even a slight hum of approval. ]

[ An amused croon slips past her lips, encouraged to kiss him all the more. ]

I could do this-- [ Kiss! ] --all day. [ And another! ] Curse our eternal obligations. [ Now, she gives the poutiest hum unto his lips. ]

We have orientation soon.

[ He knows they should get up, but she's already been such a bad influence on him. Instead he just finds himself slipping his arms about her middle, allowing her to continue kissing him all she likes. ]

[ A wistful sigh escapes her! Followed by another kiss, of course. All the while, her fingers are playing through his hair. ]

I don't know how I'll ever focus, at this rate.

[ When she isn't kissing him, only to speak, she is nuzzling at him, lips grazing along the line of his jaw and down his neck. There, she will pepper kisses contouring down along its tendons. ]

Honestly, you are making it quite hard as well.

[ Certainly not one to notice the innuendo he's inadvertently made, William makes it worse by giving a pleased groan at the touch of her lips along his neck. ]

[ Oh, but Grell always notices that sort of thing, and she's certainly chuckling now. It's a low, purring drawl against his skin. ]

I can't help myself - and, I suppose, neither can you. [ Her tongue flicks over the shell of his ear just so, as she utter that last bit into it! ]

[ That gets a shiver out of him. And is only as that shiver travels down through his body that the makes the connection. Grell has gotten him exceptionally hard. ]

That wasn't what I meant.

[ It may not have been, but it's certainly true regardless. ]

[ That only encourages her! Lips wandering back down, along his neck, she's halted by the collar of his shirt. Her hand teases along its bottom hem, pushing his up his abdomen. ]

And yet, here we are. [ An amused hum. ] Whatever shall we do about it?

I told you last night that we are not doing this.

[ Despite how nice it may feel, he takes hold of her wrist, halting her hand's progress. ]

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[ With a tick of the tongue, she rests her cheek against his collar, leaving her wrist in his hold. ]

It doesn't have to be sex. There are other activities that feel just as good. If you want~.

Why do you wish to do so with me? I've no experience.

[ He doesn't sound upset by that fact. Just honestly perplexed by her choice. ]

[ Grell chuckles, shifting her wrist so that she may snatch up his hand, instead! ]

Because I quite like you. Don't you like me, too?

You are growing on me, so to speak.

[ He says it in a way that somehow sounds both pleased and irritated. ]

[ That gets a merry grin out of her, along with her giggling. ]

I've decided that is a reasonable exception, for that reason. Would you prefer otherwise~❤?

Honestly, does it matter? You've latched on to me and I doubt you're one to let go.

[ With a tired huff he gives her hand a brief squeeze. ]

What are you suggesting we do then?