[ Had they still been merely dancing, William would have noticed the food arriving at their table. But no, he's finding himself lost in the moment nearly as much as his partner. There's a weight lifted as their lips meet, a tenseness in his shoulders that suddenly releases and he's able to take her fully in his arms. Reaping, paperwork, overtime; it's all forgotten in this moment. For the first time in this life he may be able to say he feels happy.
When they part, William's face lingers close, his forehead pressed against Grelle's in an uncharacteristically sweet way. ]
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When they part, William's face lingers close, his forehead pressed against Grelle's in an uncharacteristically sweet way. ]