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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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[ That gets an irritated, and perhaps slightly embarrassed, huff from him. ]

Fantasizing and experiencing are two entirely different things. Especially in regards to that position you had us in.

[ Kissing him, she leaves an intrigued hum against his lips! ]

Oh, you flatter me~♡

[ He just grumps against her lips. ]

Fine. You answer your own question. Was it up to your expectations?

[ A grin! ]

Better. You were quick to catch on-- but not to cum. A pleasant surprise!

I seem to be good at catching you off guard.

[ His frown fades as he...flirts a bit?? ]

You certainly are.[ She nuzzles up against his neck with a purr! ] I'd like to see what else you'll be good at~ [ And she lovingly nips at his skin. ]

We'll see.

[ A promise to explore more, perhaps? ]

Visibility is optional, really.

[ A chuckle, as she rolls on top of him, wrapping them up in the blankets as she goes! ]

You'll shower with me, won't you?

I suppose we should.

[ Though, rather than getting up, he settles his hands around her midsection. ]

Yes. Certainly.

[ Kissing him, she croons lazily against his lips. ]

Perhaps, just a quick one. So that we may enjoy this a little longer, you know.

I will agree to that.

[ Quite content as they are, William allows Grell to kiss him as she wishes. He's so relaxed, as it is, that eventually he finds himself fighting to keep his eyes open! ]

[ As their kissing become more and more languid, she can sense that his lids aren't drooping with pleasure.

Slowly kissing along his cheek and over his jaw, she leaves a single kiss against his neck, before tucking her face away against it with a sleepy sigh. A bit of a nap wouldn't be so bad, after all! ]

[ Apparently, that's just what William was thinking. Not so long after that kiss, Grell will feel his grip around her loosen, his breathing steady, and perhaps a quiet bit of snoring! ]

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[ Being so close, that's a difficult detail to ignore. Even so, the sound of his heart at her ear, the syncing of their breaths, and his smell enveloping her senses, she begins to drift off, herself.

Until his alarm has her jolting, wide awake!

Cursing, she reaches out to smack it! ]

[ Both the sound of the alarm and Grell suddenly jostling the bed around has William waking with quite the frown on. ]

What are you doing?

[ The alarm part of that apparently hasn't registered yet as he's still rather groggy. ]

[ Pushing herself up on her arms, she peers down from her place, perched over him. ]

You were sleeping soundly, weren't you? The sound of those alarms, I don't know if I'll ever be able to ignore them.

Well, it is something you will have to get used to. I doubt any boss of ours will be lenient in regards to tardiness.

[ Still, he doesn't sound all to pleased about having to get up either. ]

[ A scoff of a chuckle, as she settles back over him. ]

What's the worst that would happen? They'd fire me?

They could assign you some menial job, janitorial perhaps. And if you step too far out of line, I believe execution is the final punishment.

[ He reaches over to pat around for his glasses. ]

[ A disgruntled little growl - but she easily reaches out to pluck up his glasses, and slip them onto the bridge of his nose. ]

I suppose I wouldn't wish to exit this production, now that things have finally started to become interesting.

[ Shifting to roll off of him, she runs a hand along his jaw before she goes! ]

[ He blinks as he slowly regains his vision. It this glasses bit going to be a thing between them? ]

You find me interesting?

[ Standing from the bed, she shamelessly stretches her arms up and behind her head, back arching with it-- nude and all. ]

After all that I'd said, you still didn't think as much?

[ He sits up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. Grell is given a look over as she stretches. ]

Perhaps I simply don't find it so, myself.

[ Peeking back at him, over her shoulder, she grins. She turns rather gracefully, to saunter in nearer. Cupping his face, her thumbs brush along his cheeks, just under the frames of his glasses. ]

My darling, that much was obvious.

[ He gives a heavy sigh at her words. ]

Perhaps you'll be able to bring my confidence up.