All Work & No Play

[amongthethorns]

[Honestly, they're all exhausted - not tired but just worn out physically - after getting called all the way over here to help deal with a sudden rapid spike of missing souls which had been caused, unsurprisingly by an influx of demons. It was an odd thing and they still needed to pinpoint the origin of this matter, after all. Neither they nor the Paris Reapers could figure out what can caused an entire legion of Hells most foul to ascend on the city of lights.

Thankfully, with the five of them working pulled through just fine even if Alan was just a junior and Ronald was a rookie still. 

At least the hotel was nice even if they had to bunk up; two beds to each room. At least they had adjoining rooms so if they wanted they could throw the door between the two rooms open and interact.

Alan closed the field kit he'd been using to tend even their most minor of injuries; huffing out a tired but relieved breath. His chest ached just slightly and his shoulders slumped a little bit.] 

Well, that was certainly interesting if I don't say so myself. I know we've still got a few more days here in the city just to make sure things are well in hand an find answers, but what do we do for now? I mean - what do you even do in Paris?   

[He turned toward his bed where a rather large suitcase was tucking the field kit away. He'd brought a few things with him. They'd put all their belongings into this singular suitcase - fresh suits, documentations they needed when they went to Paris's dispatch branch for briefings and reports, a few other odds and ends.]

Comments

[dead_serious]

[ William's calm demeanour immediately switches back to it's usual state. A frown creases his brow and he gives Grell a decently hard kick to her shoulder. ]

That was not a complaint.

[untodeath]

[ Grell’s yelp drawls into a bit of laughter and a delighted croon. ]

Outside of business, we simply don’t spend enough time together, that’s all.

[dead_serious]

We are barely off shift at the same time. It would be near impossible.

[ Even so, does that mean he'd be open to it should their schedules align properly? Despite just kicking her, he's still seated there with his foot up. He must be enjoying the moment at least a little. ]

[untodeath]

[ Sitting there, with his foot raised expectantly, despite having just kicked her, William confirms how much nerve he has!

With a roll of her shoulder, she sits forward to snatch up that foot, her grip becoming a firm knead along its arch. ]

Nearly impossible and impossible are two entirely different matters, aren’t they?

[dead_serious]

Fair enough.

[ She must have hit a good spot on his foot cause he actually makes a brief but certainly noticible sound indicating as much. ]

I would be willing to spend some time with one another. So long as you control yourself.

[untodeath]

[ In turn, she exhales an amused breath! She can hardly believe this development of theirs! ]

I don’t know, Will— you’re making awfully difficult to behave myself now. [ A flirtatious tick of the brows! ] But, you know I’d love nothing more than to keep your company.

[dead_serious]

You're ability to control yourself is entirely on you. I am not purposefully tempting you. Whatever desires you feel are of your own doing.

[ He will accept no fault for the torture he's put through! ]

Considering the others have yet to return, what appropriate thing should we spend our time doing?

[untodeath]

[ William’s insertion of the word appropriate leaves her giggling. She rights his pants cuff before picking herself up. As should be expected, she’s going for the wine. ]

I don’t suppose you’d be keen on some wine and a cuddle while watching telly, would you?

[ Whatever the case, she’s already uncorked the bottle! ]

[dead_serious]

[ He eyes her warily as she readies a drink for herself. ]

The moment I allow you into my bed, is the moment I won't be able to remove you from it.

[untodeath]

[ Ah, but Grell isn’t readying a drink just for herself; she pours two glasses. ]

So, come to mine.

[dead_serious]

[ His mouth draws into a thin line as he gives her that all too familiar glare. ]

And what does 'cuddle' mean in Grell Sutcliff-terms?

[untodeath]

[ So, William hasn’t outright rejected the idea... Very interesting! Perhaps, if she were to tread carefully, she might lure him into her bed, after all! For cuddles, that is. ]

In my terms?

[ Terribly amused, as one could tell by her wicked grin, she stalks over to offer him one of two glasses. The remainder of the bottle is tucked into the crook of her arm, but it will be placed on the bedside table, once she has a free hand to do so. ]

Well, in this scenario, I had it in mind that we would sit back against the pillows and I could nestle into your side to rest on your shoulder, your head on mine... You know. [ A vague gesture of the hand, a roll of the wrist, etc. ] Something to that effect.

[dead_serious]

[ He looks at her, more than a little skeptical. ]

Quite tame for you.

[ He takes the offered glass, glancing towards the telly. ]

And what would we watch?

[untodeath]

[ She takes a sip, before setting her own cup down. She takes the opportunity to toss her suitcase back into the void, then gesturing at the empty bed! ]

We aren’t likely to understand much of it, so I suppose it doesn’t matter. [ Sitting herself down on the bedspread with a surely tantalizing pose, she pays the mattress beside her. ] If we become bored with it, I could think of something a bit more spicy to suit your apparent tastes!

[dead_serious]

[ A long moment of consideration follows. But finally William's taking a sip of his own wine, placing the glass aside and seating himself beside her. ]

Press your luck and you will be sleeping in the other room.

[untodeath]

[ Wait, she isn’t imagining this, right? Watching him with a hand cupped over her mouth gleefully, she waits until he settles before she does as she’d promised - crawling up to snuggle up against his side!

Oh, but before she gets too comfortable, she grabs their glasses of wine, and hands William his. And then, there’s the remote...

There. Now, she settles her head on his shoulder, fluttering her lashes up at him? ]

I would never~❤️

[dead_serious]

[ still giving her that I-don't-buy-it look, he takes up his glass. ]

You constantly do so.

[untodeath]

[ With a chuckle into her glass, she takes a sip! ]

You’re right.

[ Licking over her lips, she then tucks the glass against her chest to fumble with the remote. ]

The truth is, I just want to be with you. Aside from that, who would want to be the third wheel in that room tonight?

[dead_serious]

Are you expecting Knox will bring a lady back from the bar? Because I won't condone that.

[ Could it be that William is oblivious of the feelings Alan and Eric harbor for one another? ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell won’t look at him just yet, as she’s busy flipping through channels - weather, news, slapstick sitcom, no, no, and no — but he will feel her breath fluctuate with a snerk. ]

No, you gorgeous dolt. Eric and Alan.

[ Aha! A romance movie. She hums approvingly, setting down the remote and taking another gulp of tasty wine. ]

I could perhaps understand one glossing over Alan’s affections as respect, but to overlook Eric’s fixation on the other? You’re just as blind with those glasses of yours, my darling.

[ With an affectionate little croon, she taps on the hinge of his glasses ever so lightly! ]

[dead_serious]

[ Immediately, William's hand mores protectively to his glasses. ]

Perhaps I am simply not fixated on gossip and what goes on with our coworkers' personal lives.

[ Though, now that she's brought it to light, Eric is rather clingy over Alan. He frowns at the thought that it was most likely effecting Eric's work productivity. ]

[untodeath]

Oh, I don’t need to rely on gossip, as I can recognize what’s transpired before us.

[ With another content hum, she settles back against his shoulder. ]

Ah, to have a romance unfold in Paris...

[dead_serious]

You've no way of knowing that is what they're up to.

[ Though, they have been taking their time in returning with the drinks. He swirls his wine around. At least they have that. He can blame this decision to have Grell curled up next to him on that, if he needs to. ]

[untodeath]

No, I suppose you’re right. Perhaps I’m merely projecting my desires onto their situation.

[ There’s an arguing couple on the television. They’re exchanging heated words, and the man grasps the woman’s wrist to pull her in close. They stare at one another with such tension! Such longing! Grell sighs wishfully. ]

When it come to matters of love, however, I wouldn’t underestimate a woman’s intuition!

[dead_serious]

It is a walk to a liquor store. That is hardly romantic.

[ He may not have this intuition Grell claims to possess. But he's certain this scene on the telly is appealing to her desires for the evening far too accurately. The remote is snatched from her hand and he begins flipping through the channels, once more. ]