The next afterlife

[dead_serious]

[ In hindsight, it was obvious. Reapers worked tirelessly, for centuries, trying to reach that one final goal - to be forgiven. For most, the feat of learning the value of life was impossible. The depression that lingered with them after they took their own lives was only compounded by their roles as death gods. So many joyous lives cut short, the lucky mortal's record almost mocking the unfortunate reapers as they watched the panels flip past their eyes. Most would forget they even had a chance to be forgiven, drowning in the enteral job set before them.

But, on rare occurrences, a reaper would find themselves before a jury, summoned away from their desks overflowing with paperwork on scheduled deaths. That is where William stands now. And perhaps even more surprising, is the other who stands beside him - Grell Sutcliffe. William had hardly believed himself capable of forgiveness, but the redhead...she'd looked at the mortal realm and laughed, hardly caring (and often finding it amusing) if she was the listed cause of death for some of those unfortunate people. How she is here, as well, is beyond him.

The committee has decided the both of you have come to an understanding on how valuable life truly is.

The woman at the centre of the row of judges addresses them both. William's brow creases, but he refrains from asking the obvious question of why, lest he ruin their chances at eternal peace.

Now that that matter is dealt with, we will move on to assessing your sins as a mortal.

William's expression quickly shifts to honest surprise, his eyes widening and blinking in confusion. The term 'forgiven' had been a misnomer since the beginning. How had he been so naive to think all their wrong doings while they'd been alive would be waved off as if they'd meant nothing? Swallowing heavily, he gives a brief side glance to Grell. For the first time, in this afterlife, he is scared. ]

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[dead_serious]

[ William blinks a few times before batting her hand away. That's the one move she always catches him off guard with and he hates that! ]

I don't regret any of it. Nor do I judge you for your own choices.

[untodeath]

[ With a chuckle, she pushes herself up on an elbow, so that she may lean over to give him a kiss. ]

Thank you.

[dead_serious]

[ He takes the kiss, responding with one of his own. ]

Interesting to note that we were both bastard children.

[untodeath]

[ Grell melts into the kiss a bit, ears drooping as she hums with pleasure. She still looks smitten, even when he pulls away. ]

Our families did well to make us feel as though we weren’t meant for their world, didn’t they?

[dead_serious]

I was fortunate enough not to care much what they thought of me. Exceptionally indifferent in regards to most things, really. I suppose that's changed a bit.

[ To think he'd been even more emotionless! ]

[untodeath]

[ With a vague hum of agreement, she props a hand under her chin. ]

I imagine that it must have been a defense mechanism, really. Your father was a dreadful to you.

[dead_serious]

Perhaps. I imagine he must be somewhere in this rhelm, as well.

[ He thinks back on her own reel. ]

There is no excuse with how yours was, either. Our poor mothers.

[untodeath]

They deserved so much better.

[ A wistful sigh! ]

Some years after we passed our exams, I had sought out my father’s file. He suffered for weeks in the hospital, and died from infection. I suppose I’m satisfied enough with that, I don’t know that I would bother trying to find him here. I might enjoy roughing up yours, though.

[dead_serious]

If we should happen upon him, I suppose I could turn a blind eye.

[ William's free hand has found it's way to Grell's waist. Those new curves of hers are certainly appealing. ]

[untodeath]

[ She chuckles against his lips, while stealing another brief kiss. ]

You do know how to spoil me❤️.

[dead_serious]

It helps knowing that I will no longer have to clean up the mess.

[ He kisses back, his arm slinking around her back to pull her closer. ]

Honestly, I'm surprised you're not exploring this new body of yours.

[untodeath]

[ At this rate, she might as well sling a leg over his hips and straddle him. ]

I had every intention to, but got a little sidetracked… I don’t suppose you would like to help? [ Sitting back, her hand trails down the front of his torso. The softness of his tuft of feathers is quite the contrast to his firm musculature. ]

[dead_serious]

[ Perched as she is, her new dress is already hiked up quite a bit. He runs his hands up her thighs, helping the hem slide up even further. ]

Honestly, you would be in your own separate room if I didn't already have the intention to.

[untodeath]

You'd take advantage of a girl like that?

[ While that surely isn't the only reason he's decided to room with her, the idea of their relationship being cheapened to sex is so strangely enticing.

Tongue darting out to wet her lips, she watches his hands while gathering her hair over her shoulder, leaving the zipper open to access. ]

You'll be my first, now, you know.

[dead_serious]

You're speaking as if you wouldn't fully enjoy it.

[ His hands abandon her thighs, moving to that zipper to carefully pull it down. With the wider opening, he's able to slide the top portion of the dress over her shoulders, down her arms and chest, finally exposing her new breasts. He regards them with intrigue, cupping one as his eyes flick back up to hers. ]

Good. You've been many of my firsts, it's about time I was yours.

[untodeath]

[ Her chest rises and falls with a sweetened sigh. It isn't as though that dress did much to cover her, but the air is still cold, and his hands delightfully warm. ]

I wouldn't have it any other way. [ She's already working at the clasps of his vest, which has her leaning in closer, into his grasp. ]

[dead_serious]

[ Interrupting her progress on his shirt, his slinks his free arm around her waist, pulling her down further. Her lips are taken in a kiss, hand still kneading at her breast. When he pauses for a breath, his fingers give a teasing pinch to her nipple, hoping to illicit a sound. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell certainly doesn’t fight it; not only does she take delight in his tendency to be bossy, the sensation of having the soft tissue manipulated by his hand is only heightened by the physical affection. She breathes a heavy sigh between their mouths - hitching with a gasp, and the faintest mewl, when he pinches the blushed flesh between his fingers. It’s as though a current has shot through her, leaving a deep pang of desire, different than she’s felt before! ]

[dead_serious]

[ Quite pleased with the sound she made, he pinches again, harder and with the slightest twist. ]

I want you to ride me. [ His voice is hushed but stern against her ear. ]

[untodeath]

[ Now, she’s left grasping at the blankets as her cries drip from her tongue, honey sweet. ]

Im already desperate to feel you… To think, you have such an effect on me… [ Her knees shift, allowing her to grind against him. The stiffness and warmth of the leather is easy to feel under the layers of thin cotton and delicate mesh. It’s wonderful against her cock - but even nicer, as it presses between her lips. ]

[dead_serious]

[ In contrast, the leather dulls the friction's sensation for him, quite a bit. But this isn't about him. Grell finally has the body she's dreamed of, for the most part. He wants her to experience what she's longed for, discover all the new sensations she's desired. He's willing to let her use his body to do so; allowing her to direct him and take charge in an intimate moment he usually wields power over. ]

Show me what you've dreamt of all these years.

[untodeath]

[ Following a steadying breath, she sits back over his hips, to take in the sight of him, and nods. ]

Finish taking off your vest for me.

[ And, likewise, she pulls her gathered dress up and over her head. It gets tossed off to the side without care.

While she waits for him to do as instructed, she takes hold of his hips to center her weight, and slowly rocks against him. It should do well to tease him, she thinks, but she didn’t expect the simple motion to feel so satisfying on her end. She can feel the blood flow increasing, moisture gathering— and she briefly tilts her head with a shaken sigh. ]

[dead_serious]

[ With a nod, William continues work on the clasps running down the front of his vest. He's glad to be rid of it, anyway. Once undone, he briefly leans upwards, pulling it free from behind him and tossing it to the floor. Now bare chested, he settles his hands on her hips, helping to keep the rocking motion of her body steady. His own hips even rise slightly to aid in the friction. ]

[untodeath]

[ His masculine hands returning to her skin leave Grell exhaling a breathy moan - paired with the more aggressive friction he provides, of course. ]

That feels so good... [ Her teeth scrape over her bottom lip, with another little noise of pleasure to follow. ] But I want more.

[dead_serious]

Sit up, then.

[ He gives her ass a short slap to make sure she's paying attention. And if she complies, he'll use the space between them to undo his trousers and shift them down. They're a tight fit, though, so there's a bit of wiggling to get out of them! ]