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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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[ The honesty in his question - while some would say, to a fault - she finds it wholly endearing. She's been grinning like a fool all too often around him, she realizes, as her cheeks warm about her smiling lips. ]

Touch me. Explore my body.

[ Pausing, she leans over to lay her body, flush over his - and reach for their glasses!

She gently slides William's glasses into place first, much like she had the final evening of their assignment. ]

You deserve to have all your senses about you.

[ And, with a kiss, she resumes her position, seated over his hips, so that she may properly adjust her glasses and take in the sight before her.

With a hum of approval, her hands glide up along his abdomen, whilst the points of her teeth drag over her bottom lip. ]

[ After a nod of understanding he settles his hands atop her hips. They squeeze there a moment then slowly drift down her thighs. The sleep pants she has on are far baggier than most would find attractive. So trailing back up, he hooks his fingers under their waist band with intent to remove them. ]

Sit up.

[ A purr of a hum, and a sigh. It has her teeth pressing her teeth into her lip dangerously,, while kneading the heels of her thumbs over the contour of his pectorals. ]

Mn, you mean, like this?

[ Raising herself up to her knees, she scoops up the hem of her shirt, so that he might properly see! ]

[ William takes an audible breath, the sight causing a throb of desire to run through his cock. He slowly guides his fingers up her torso, exploring as instructed. ]

I was hoping to remove your trousers, but this works well.

[ Grell chuckles once more, but his touch has that drawing into a heated sigh. ]

I was allowing you to see what you were doing, but I certainly won't object to this.

[ She pulls her shirt up, over her head, to remove entirely! ]

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Ah.

[ He feels he should have known that but doesn't show any form of embarrassment over it. Instead takes in her words and returns to his first mission, hands drifting back down to shimmy the pj bottoms off her hips. ]

[ Tossing the shirt off elsewhere, she rests her hands atop his wrists, as she watches those hands work. Her gaze flickers back up to William, tongue flicking across her lips. ]

Is that better?

[ Of course, she's got those same lace panties on, so she certainly hopes as much! ]

You look surprisingly nice in them.

[ His fingers run along the delicate lace before reaching behind to trace their hem as it cups her rear. ]

Surprisingly?

[ Her palms trace up along his arms, all the way up. It has her bottom pressing into his hands, while she leans in close to eye his lips. ]

Yes.

[ He assumes she must like where his hands are exploring so he takes the opportunity to give her ass a good squeeze. ]

I wasn't aware of how appealing I find lingerie.

[ That gets a groan out of her, confirming his assumptions! ]

What else might I do that could appeal to you, mn?

[ She wants to kiss him, surely - but, first, she imagines that it would be a bit less awkward not to have the bottoms pooled atop his thighs. Leaning herself back upright, she shifts her legs out of them, to toss onto the floor. ]

I believe I would enjoy it if you kept them on while we explore more.

[ While she's up, he teases his hands along the front of the garment. ]

Maybe you can show me some of your other pieces in the future.

[ Ah, she had been partly hard before, and that certainly helps her along! A croon pours from her lips. ]

The future... Good to know I haven't scared you away. Yet.

[ Playing her fingers along the back of his palms again, pressing his hand against her length as she gently rolls her hips over his. ]

Honestly, there is nothing about you I find scary or intimidating.

[ Said with zero ounce of doubt, he teases the outline of her cock with his fingers. For someone so adamant about being female, she has no shame about her given body. It's rather attractive in an odd way that he can't quite place. ]

[ Lashes fluttering with an exhale, Grell pushes a hand back through her hair. ]

You may be the only man which doesn't need to. You may be mad, all the same.

[ Her last line gets him to let out an almost sad sounding sigh. ]

Hearing that is oddly stabilizing.

[ Sensing that, she takes his hands, kissing the knuckles of either hand, before leaving his hands atop the blankets. ]

Tell me, how could that be?

[ Crawling back, she works the waistband of his trousers down! ]

[ The kisses are surprisingly gentle for someone like Grell, and quite nice too. It's a romantic gesture he never foresaw himself receiving from anyone. ]

To have a reason for the madness instead of inconclusive tests.

I'm hardly a doctor.

[ Partly laughing, she discards his pyjama bottoms rather flippant, before running her hands up along his legs. ]

I wasn't implying you are.

[ His trousers entirely forgotten, William reaches up to pull Grell back down against him. Their bare chests pressed against one another (among other parts!) feels quite nice and has him stretching up to resume kissing her. ]

[ Grell chuckles against his lips - for the briefest moment, anyway. Everything is soon forgotten, as he kisses her. Her fingers absently comb through his hair, explore the expanse of his neck and shoulders, embrace his chest. When she's nothing left to touch, she'll compensate with her body, rocking over his with each pass of her tongue. ]>/small>

[ It's all pleasing, but once she begins rocking against him, William can't help the groan that escapes him. The bit of fabric still between them only adds to the friction as he grips her hips. ]

Is it too much?

[ Her words are breathy, hot on his lips, as she still her hips for just the moment. ]

[ His grip tightens and he pulls her forward in his lap, then pushes back, forcing her to keep moving. ]

You aren't on the floor, yet.

[ He certainly wouldn't allow her to perch in his lap if he wasn't enjoying it. ]

[ That forcefulness has her outright moaning - and his confidence has her wanting so much more! ]

Perhaps you can push me to the bed, instead♥.

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