thedispatch | the woman.

[ She had always said that she was going to do it, but it took Grelle Sutcliffe just about two-hundred and fifty years to make good upon that oath.

The process was as complicated as they come, but everything simply had to be perfect. Genuine as one could get, with some cosmetic enhancements to round everything out— more literally than one might think.

It was said that scientific advancements in the spiritual realm preceded those in the physical by roughly seventy-five years, and despite how little she claims to know of it, the reaper followed it all quite closely. Genetic engineering had advanced so much that one could have organs - or entire limbs - lab-grown for replacement. It then became possible to alter the cellular makeup or such appendages, for aesthetic purposes, or even, their sex. Finally, sexual organ transplants were possible.

Equipped, as it were, Grelle also wished to soften her facial features and give her body the proper curves to rebalance her naturally masculine frame. Having it all done at once was the most excruciating thing she’s had to endure this far, but it was necessary, with how stingy management is at granting leave!

That said, she’s returned to office, though it won’t be until the end of the week that her medical release approves her return to field work.

But, first thing’s first; she must report to her supervisor. ]

How I’ve missed you❣️

[ Despite being out for nearly a month with very little contact, and an entirely new physique, the redheaded reaper has burst into his office as though nothing were out of the ordinary! ]

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[ Grelle giggles with excitement, once he’s opening the door - but before she enters, she brushes a thumb over his cheek, and under his chin. ]

Such a gentleman. I love this look on you.

[ Biting at her lip once more, she allows herself in. She follows him to the kitchen, but shamelessly takes in the detail of his flat as they go. ]

Coffee, hm? I suppose I should be able to manage that. [ A glance over, to meet his eyes. ] If it’s a bit sour, I’m certain that we can cleanse your palate with something a bit sweeter, anyway. Like the cake, of course.

[ Yes, of course, the cake. Except William's eyes aren't drifting towards the deserts set on the counter; they're eyeing his partner, from head to toe. ]

You've made decent coffee at the office, I'm certain you can please me again.

[ With that he's off to his bedroom to change. He returns in a navy blue, slim cut shirt, black cotton pj pants and a near matching set for her. ]

I don't own anything red. You'll simply have to settle with this.

[ Grelle couldn’t lie to herself; she LOVES this attention. Really, she wasn’t certain that he had it in him, but it’s new and exciting, and just so right. As for the rough treatment that she so loves, she would imagine that he’d incorporate it in other ways - like the bedroom, perhaps.

With a chuckle, she sees him off in much the same way. By the time he returns, she’s located some mugs and has filled them. Well— she’s filled William’s, and hers had been left half empty, so that she can add some milk and sweetener. ]

Mn, thank you, my love.

[ Accepting the bundle of clothing, she slinks her free arm behind his neck, to place a warm kiss upon his lips. ]

Why don’t you taste test the coffee for me, whilst I slip into these?

[ Her fingers grazing the back of his neck have him drawing a contented breath. Barely noticeable, but certainly a hint as to something the stoic man may enjoy, if she picks up on it. ]

Very well.

[ When Grell returns, he'll be in the den, prodding at the logs he lit in the fireplace. The cake and coffee cups are set out on the coffee table, Grell's having been fixed to her liking. Which means he's payed attention to how she likes it, all this time! ]

Pinch me, I must be dreaming~❤️

[ Sitting on the arm of the couch with coffee in hand, she takes a sip - and exhales, long and content.

Grelle has decided to forgo the pants, due to the fit, so she wears his shirt alone. It almost fits like a mini dress would— although, just a touch too short in the back. But, she figures he won’t mind. ]

I have to be... you’ve been paying attention this entire time...!

[ Standing back up from his place in front of the fire, William give Grelle a confused frown. Seems he never realised he was taking note of these things! ]

Attention to what?

[ Though perplexed, what he does consciously take note of is her lack of pants. He'd expected it, despite still offering them. He's glad to see he was right with his assumption! ]

[ Noticing his wandering gaze, she replaces her mug by his, before leaning back to cross her legs prettily with a saucy little tick of her brow. ]

Me.

[ She outstretches a hand, beckoning him over! ]

Ah. Subconsciously, it seems.

[ Still, he approaches, taking her hand. But rather than taking a seat beside her, he pulls her up from the couch arm and leads her over to, what seems to be, his favorite chair. It's plush, well worn, and certainly big enough for two.

He seats himself, pulling her down to sit upon his lap. Her legs are hoisted up next until she's cradled nicely in his arms. ]

[ He won’t hear any complaints from the redhead; instead, she’s humming with intrigue before making herself comfortable atop his lap, giving a quiet exclamation as he scoops her legs, and after a mere heartbeat, sighing contently while relaxing against him. ]

Mm. This is—... well, it feels like I’ve finally arrived home.

[ William hums in understanding. ]

Honestly, to think I could ever feel at peace around you. I must be dreaming, as well.

[ With a sigh, Grelle will note his muscles relax. Her hand is held loosely in his, while the other idly plays with a few strands of her hair that have draped over his arm. ]

[ Trailing her fingers along his lazily, she smiles. ]

Wait— really? That is what you feel? [ A chuckle. ] Wow. Better than I could’ve imagined, really.

For the moment. I'm certain you will irritate me shortly, in one manner or another.

[ Somehow it sounds like both teasing and telling the absolute truth! Still, his eyes have drifted shut as he enjoys the calmness between them. ]

Well, we wouldn’t want you becoming bored on our first night together.

[ Speaking of, she hopes he isn’t nodding off already! Though this cuddle feels fantastic - something she’s needed for a long while, soul-healing, even - she can’t let him go that easy! She pickes up his hand, kissing his knuckles. ]

[ William's eyes lazily drift open. They watch her as she gives his hands attention. The warm light of the fire somehow makes her hair even more vibrant. ]

I could stand a bit of boredom, where you're concerned.

[ A snerk. ]

Could either of us stand to have me bored, though? Hn❤️?

Certainly a dangerous concept. Perhaps we should enjoy our dessert, then.

[ Not that he wants her out of his lap, just yet. He really is rather comfortable. ]

And the coffee, of course.

[ Grelle isn’t exactly jumping to it, either; instead, she’s kissing his neck with a giggle. ]

Before it gets cold.

I believe that is what microwaves were invented for.

[ Now she's got him making excuses! Though, after a few centuries of hard work, William's overdue for some laziness. ]

Up, then.

[ He gives her ass a brief pat, giving her the rare chance to move before he makes her. ]

the woman.

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