thenearshore | And I've got my mind.

[ Once reassured, a smile twinges at the edges of Grell's mouth. It's easy enough to shrug off his disbelief, with that feeling still settling down into her chest. Why, she may even be able to finish that salad, now!

Yet, before she can manage to take her second bite, she simply can't resist-- ]

Absurd isn't the proper descriptor, I'd say.

[ William has to pause mid-chew at Grell's comment. His brow creases, curiously, and he finishes his bite to inquire. ]

What then?

[ Ah, William never makes it easy for himself, does he? And that just earns the most charmingly wicked smile from Grell. ]

Sexual, Will. It's sexual tension.

[ It feels good to get that out of her system! Now, she can enjoy her meal. ]

[ There's a sudden, sharp kick to Grell's leg from under the table. ]

What did I just get through telling you? Nothing like that is happening this evening.

[ Not only does Grell yelp, she also is so caught offguard that she jolts with a start, effectively bashing the knee of that same leg into the underside of the table.

Breath hisses between her teeth, as reaches beneath to grasp at her thigh. ]

The desire is still there, hence the tension-- and this certainly isn't helping!

[ And apparently either William doesn't learn or he's frustrated enough, himself, that he thinks Grell should suffer more. Because as soon as she's done speaking, her second leg gets an equally hard kick. ]

Put that self control you've learned to good use, then.

[ And he'll return to his sandwich. ]

[ With a wince, Grell's lips press, as she gives a pained hum - not without sweetened tones. ]

You tease.

[ With a coy little smirk, she extends that leg out to hook a foot behind his, and simply let their legs entangle for a bit extra touch. ]

[ This is where he'll lean back in his chair and glower at what's going on under the table. Though, the more he fusses trying to free his legs from Grell's ensnarement, the more she seems to be holding fast to him. Finally he gives in, if only because paying attention to his meal, instead, will end this situation faster. ]

[ Of course, Grell is delighted with the entire scenario, unable to refrain from giggling as they play this ridiculous game. Once victorious, she beams at him from across the table, batting her lashes - and legs now entirely threaded about his.

And, as such, she finally sets totaking that second bite of salad. ]

How I am able to put up with you is a wonder.

[ Maybe he should have gotten some wine with his meal. He feels he'd going to need something by the time this night is up.

But the longer they sit, finally enjoying their meals, the more William seems to forget there was even a scuffle under the table to begin with. His legs have now settled and even make room for Grell's to stay with them when he shifts in his seat.

By the time he's finished with his sandwich, it's almost as if any bickering that had gone on between them was simply imagined. For now, that is. ]

[ Surprisingly, that manages to keep Grell content enough that she behaves for the remainder of their meal. Idle talk is minimal, as she's too busy stuffing her mouth - which doesn't take too long. Perhaps she should have opted for a more substantial meal, but she's likely to be snacking later, anyway.

She's humming merrily, as she sips the last of her tea. ]

Did you want anything else before we go, darling?

[ Because she catches sight of their server, which she will be waving down for the check, otherwise! ]

I am content, for now. It was fairly good, despite having cooled off substantially before I was able to begin eating.

[ But that earlier conversation was one that needed to happen. So a cold sandwich is hardly something worth complaining about.

The waiter, finally noticing Grell attempting to get his attention, warily approaches the table. Seems he'd like to keep away from bickering couples as much as possible. But with the two of them seemingly calmed, he gladly provides them with the bill. Of which William promptly takes, paying and leaving the boy a slightly smaller tip than perhaps he normally would have. ]

Ready, then?

[ The gesture of paying the bill doesn't go unnoticed. Grell reaches out to briefly take his hand in a grateful squeeze, lashes fluttering. ]

I am. Let's go explore.

[ Slipping away to stand, she resituates he jacket and fluffs her hair while waiting on William to follow suit. Immediately, then, she hooks an arm about his! All to eager to lead him outside, as sitting for too long tends to leave her restless. (Unless distracted with him, apparently.) ]

[ There is, of course, a sigh that accompanies Grell's need to cling to him the moment she's able. But it's hardly as irritated as it would have sounded, should they have still been in their normal lives, back in London.

Once out in the plaza again, William glances around, noting the various signs hanging outside the stores that line it. Some of the shop names are a bit vague, not really indicating what objects they might sell, but he supposes that's the point of "exploring". ]

Perhaps we should start on that side and circle around.

[ If he were to fancy a guess, those ones sound like they may be clothing boutiques. And if none of them look enticing, he's pretty certain he spots an ice cream parlor at the end of the block they could go to. ]

[ Well, to be fair, she could have put more effort into clinging, as it were - pulled his arm to her chest, similar to how she had before. This time, she's excitedly grasping his arm to lead him outside.

Of course, that only lasts until they're out on the street, pausing to find their bearings. THEN she clings, stepping closer to wrap her hands about his sleeve. ]

Hn, interesting choice! I like it.

[ At the near end of that street, to which William has gestures, there's a store named, simply, "Eve". Roman characters, cute cursive script - and she's quite certain that he doesn't know what he's chosen, but she has an idea.

The actress in her allows for the absence of laughter, so as not to spoil it, but she certainly is beaming.

It's only when they arrive at the door that the contents become obvious. Women's intimate apparel and 'novelties'. ]

After you?

[ Luckily, Williams attention is still on the store's sign when he first enters the shop. But once inside, he abruptly halts, blinking at what he sees around him. Alright, now the store name makes sense. Quickly he adjusts his glasses as he turns on his heel to exit te store. Problem is, since Grell held the door for him this time, she's still behind him, blocking the exit! ]

Move. We have no reason to be in a shop like this.

Oh, Will, relax.

[ Stepping forward, Grell will comfortingly pat a hand over his chest. ]

It won't be bad. You can help me pick out some new stockings, hm?

[ Grinning, she insistently threads her arm around his, ever so gently tugging him the other direction. ]

It will be an educational experience, besides! Things have changed quite a bit since our time.

Why do you need my help with that?

[ Somehow Grell manages to get him turned about as she tugs at his arm. As she pulls him further into the store, she'll probably notice his attention being grabbed by various outfits before he catches himself and refocuses. ]

Besides, I don't see how this is going to help with that sexual tension issue you brought up earlier.

To get a sense of what you like! What, you don't think it would be fun, having someone dress cute for you?

[ If his wandering attention has anything to say about it, Grell's pretty certain that she knows the answer. The shift of her brow is all too knowing! ]

Tension isn't so much of an issue. It's even a bit good, isn't it?

[ Just beyond the panties, there's a wide array of leg wear. Leggings, pantyhose, stockings, and even cute socks, in various colours and fancy styles. Already, a pair of burgundy over-knee socks with scalloped lace trim catch her eye, as she idly reaches out to feel the fabric between her fingers. ]

I believe outfits such as these no longer qualify as 'cute'.

[ Said while eyeing a display showcasing some black lace panties that leave little to the imagination. Grell pausing to inspect the display of socks gets him to return his gaze forward, though. Honestly, he's surprised the first thing she was drawn to was something so tame. ]

As long as it is resolved, at some point, then I suppose.

[ Of course, he's referring to other, non-sexual forms of tension and doesn't realize what he's implied. ]

[ Grell curiously follows his gaze toward the display, chuckling. It seems that William does have an appetite, despite how he tries to suppress it.

Oh, but then she seems to have lost her breath! Was her mind playing tricks on her, or is that really something that she heard from Will just now?

Cheeks warming, the redheaded reaper's line of vision falls to the space between them, tongue darting over her lips as she searches for the right thing to say. It's funny, how words never fail her until they're actually intended to mean something. ]

You know, Will... [ Turning to step closer, nearly breast to breast, Grell raises her hand to cup over his cheek and carefully tilt his jaw, to command his attention. ] If that's something you want, I'm ready. No matter what happens from here, my love for you won't diminish.

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[ Her choice of words, along with her hand suddenly upon his cheek, should be enough of a clue that they aren't quite on the same page in regards to the topic at hand. Unfortunately, it still goes over his head. ]

Obviously, I would rather that tension be gone. It doesn't exactly put me in a good mood. As you should be well aware, by now. Though, honestly, I don't see how that is possible between us.

[ Breath hitching with laughter, that hand of hers trails down William's chin, fingertips lingering just beneath his lips. ]

Don't know how, hn? [ Well, while Grell IS a lady, her body is not; obviously, there are some complications there, especially if the only relations William had to speak of were with his wife. ] Not to worry. I could show you.

[ Which obviously earns her quite the perplexed frown. ]

If you are so well informed on how to remedy this, why haven't you done so already?

Oh, how hasty.

[ Canting her head to meet eyes over the rims of her glasses, Grell's teeth graze over an edge of her lips. ]

Why don't we head back to my place, then?

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