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.]

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[untodeath]

[ Oh, so, he’s not protesting! Very interesting. ]

You’ll need to give me something else to remember, then.

[ With that, she quirks one of those upturned brows high! She’s about to take care of it herself, if he doesn’t make haste! ]

[dead_serious]

I have given you quite a bit, already.

[ Is he toying with her at this point? Certainly he's still drunk so it's a possibility. ]

[untodeath]

[ A heated little huff, at that! He is absolutely toying with her - and worst yet, she’s loving it! ]

Just show me what you want, damn you. [ She near growls, nuzzling at him faintly. ]

[dead_serious]

[ Moment of truth, here. William's hand clasps onto Grell's hair, gripping a handful at the base of her neck. He uses the leverage to hold her steady as he leans in to press his lips hard against hers. ]

[untodeath]

[ That slightest bit of pin gets her lips to part with a gasp, fingers coiling in his shirt - and, thank God, finally, FINALLY, he’s kissed her, at last. His affections smother the needy, heated little moan that she gives, before returning the gesture with due enthusiasm! ]

[dead_serious]

[ it's been so long since he's felt this type of pleasure. And as his lips take hers again, he seriously wonders why he had been so stubbon for so long. The warmth of her kiss is beyond pleasing, it gives release to that fear she called him on. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell briefly breaks their kiss, but only to shift in his lap, so that she may properly face him. That entails her straddling his lap, but seeing the direction that things are going, she doesn’t think he’ll mind.

Her fingers slide through his hair, as she hungrily claims his lips, this time! ]

[dead_serious]

[ oh yes, he likes those fingernails across his scalp. The short groan he gives states that well enough. Getting a good grip on her ass, he pulls her further into his lap until their chests are pressed firmly against one another. ]

[untodeath]

[ Ah, she should have known, with how strictly managed he keeps his hair. He should be especially pleased, then, when she slowly takes her nails across his scalp - and it’s only partly on purpose!

His frame is more masculine, with a sturdier build, and larger hands. It feels rather amazing to feel it like this, with no more than thin garments between them. How long had she fantasized about it? Surely, it’s even better than she imagined.

Softly mewling into his kiss, she cranes into his body, so that their torsos are flush. Her tongue drags between his lips, urging for more. ]

[dead_serious]

[ And more she shall receive! His tongue meets hers with surprising enthusiasm, and soon enough he's mimicking her sounds with short groans of his own. The hands at her read slide upwards, slipping beneath her camisole, fingers exploring the soft skin of her back. ]