And I've got my mind.

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Who: Grell and William
When: October 6th
Where: Temple of Ma'at
What: There are apologies to be made.


text;

I'm outside. Come meet me?


[ The points of Grell's teeth press into her bottom lip, as she taps 'Send'.

Yes, she's feeling a tad anxious; she'd made a grievous mistake last night, and hasn't any idea how to make up for it. It isn't often that she regrets her actions - far more rare, is for her to bother addressing it at all.

This is William, however. More specifically, this concerns how she'd just thrown away the opportunity to taste success after a century-long pursuit of his affections. At the time, it made perfect sense to her, but now...

Now, she stands outside the entrance to his temple, waiting. Intruding would not do her any favors, at the moment, and she wouldn't care to bother with his shinki, either. Not while she has so much on her mind, and must command herself to focus. ]

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I'm nearly finished...

[ She might have had her top on by now, at least, but when William looks at her like that, she find herself faltering.

Once he's left, Grell can't help but look at her own reflection in the mirror and wonder what's just happened...

Minutes later, however, she'll emerge from the bathroom, finally decent! The new outfit covers all of the important bits, anyway; her belly ring is just visible beneath the top' s hem, and her bottom might be visible, if she were to bend over too far - but, all the better!

She's just securing the ends of her braided hair before she gives a gentle clear of her throat, then taking a little spin. ]

So, what do you think?

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[ There's a moment or two where William ignores Grell's presence, and even question, continuing to read whatever article he'd found interesting. But it's only brief before he's setting the phone aside and glancing up to his partner of the evening. His cold eyes follow the trail the long red braid leads down her midsection, pausing briefly at the tiny glint of light that reflects off the piercing. It causes his brow to crease slightly, but he'll save that question for later. And once he's finished taking in the entire sight of her, he raises his head to lock eyes.

She'd said it was nice to hear things, so he'll oblige. ]

A bit of modesty looks good on you. [ A short pause, that may indicate that was his entire assessment, but he eventually continues. ] As does the braided hair.

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[ By the time William bothers to acknowledge her, Grell has cocked a hip to plant her hand upon, her mouth pursed into a pout.

Although, his words would quickly change that. With a short, she approaches the bed. ]

You have an interesting concept of modesty, darling.

[ One knee sinks into the mattress, then two. ]

But-- thank you, I suppose?

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I am certain you would have chosen something far more risqué if I hadn't instructed you otherwise.

[ Though from the initial look he'd given her in the bathroom mirror, Grell may be able to guess that he's a bit of a fan of that end of the spectrum, as well.

As she climbs into the bed beside him, William sets his phone aside, not bothering to plug it in as he'd already set Grell's phone there to charge. The first time they'd spent the night together, William had made certain he was on the furthest edge of the bed, a pile of pillow neatly stacked as a barricade between them. In truth, he was surprised that the wall remained intact through the night and only came down when he agreed to let Grell curl up close to him as a somewhat "reward" the next morning for behaving. But this time, William is nestled closer to the center of his bed, and no pillows surround him, Cept the few he has propping him up comfortably. It's an obvious invitation for Grell to come closer, this time. ]

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[ With a chuckle, Grell playfully makes a show of crawling closer, not unlike a wildcat stalking its prey. ]

I'm not entirely convinced that you'd complain.

[ If he's not careful, she'll end up on top of him, arms at either side, and her braid dangling at his chest. ]

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Perhaps I wouldn't. But that is not what's happening this evening.

[ One way to stop a predator? Pull the rug out from under its feet. Or, quite literally, the comforter. A sharp tug at the blanket and William's freed it from below Grell. Unfortunately for her, it's no where near as graceful as cleanly pulling the table cloth out from beneath a fully set dining room table. ]

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[ The redheaded reaper squeals in surprise as she is thrown onto her side and tumbled across the surface of the blanket. ]

Will--!

[ And yet, as she pushed her fringe away from her eyes, laughter rolls off her tongue! After all, William just ruined a perfectly made bed to prove his point. ]

Actually... that was a bit fun.

[ Scooting over, right up to his side, Grell reaches out to assist in tugging the comforter over them, and back across the bed. ]

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Honestly, the things you find amusing...

[ He shakes his head, at least grateful that the only complaining he received was a brief shriek of his name. But now they are beside one another again. Apparently, it's becoming a regular occurrence, and maybe be even more so now that William was the one to initiate the idea. ]

Perhaps I will throw you off completely, next time.

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[ With an utterly content sigh, Grell settles her cheek atop his shoulder, nuzzling into the soft material of his shirt - and she rests her arm atop him, palm brushing across his chest. ]

I'll tell you what, Will-- you can throw me around as much as you'd like, so long as you intend to follow.

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I believe that has been the basis of our relationship this entire time.

[ As if to prove his point, he allows Grell to get comfortable before shoving her over with a push of his shoulder. ]

Move.

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[ She hasn't a chance to answer before she's shoved, as such! This time, she does seem miffed, however; brow furrowed and lips shaped into a pouty frown, she's huffing through her nostrils while propping herself up to face William. ]

Oh, come now. I thought you'd suggested a good cuddle.

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You haven't even allowed be to get comfortable.

[ Stated as if it should have been obvious. He had been sitting upright, after all. But now free, he takes his time rearranging the pillows behind him, straightening out his shirt, and settling down further on the plush mattress - this time on his side. It's now that he looks at Grell expectantly. ]

Was it so hard to wait a moment longer? Honestly.

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[ Oh. Well, if he intends to cuddle while facing one another, she supposes that it's fine...! Colour kisses her bare cheeks, something of a smirk plucking at a corner of her mouth. ]

Hn. Perhaps it was.

[ With a wiggle of her shoulders, Grell shifts herself down to lay on the pillow next to William, and drawing a knuckle along the peak of his chin, finds herself smiling fully. ]

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[ Just as he'd unknowingly done earlier, William's eyes close briefly at the simple touch- a drawn out sigh following. ]

It would serve you well to learn some patience.

[ As an example of such, Grell will feel a hand settle upon her hip. The length of her top allows William's thumb to make contact with skin as he gently brushes along the hem of her shorts. ]

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[ Willpower has always been among her weaknesses, and goodness, is it especially trying her in this moment.

Breath fluttering, she presses her lips in a gentle hum. ]

I've been trying, you know. In all my love, I wish to sweeten and devour you-- all the same...

[ Her curled fingers trace beneath the shape of William's jaw, and down to his neck. ]

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And your efforts have obviously been paying off.

[ Hence why he continues to allow her fingers to wander along his skin. His own hand shifts up, abandoning her shorts and making full contact with the warm, soft skin of her midsection. ]

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[ Beneath his touch, her muscles flutter just so. ]

Yes... They have.

[ Her fingers unravel, the softer pads of her fingertips following the line of his tendon, to his collar. There, she can rest her hand, thumb brushing into the concave of his clavicle. ]

In my conundrum, I find it difficult to express the extent of my happiness... so you'll understand a slip now and then, mm?

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Only if you'll accept one from me, as well.

[ Though this entire situation - the lunch date, movie, and now the invite into his bed - could be considered as such from the man, William's got a bigger conundrum going on in his own mind...

Using his free arm to hoist himself up slightly, the hand at Grell's waist rises to, instead, cup the side of her face. He'll give the other reaper but a moment to contemplate what is about to occur before he leans forward, his own lips taking hers in a long awaited first kiss. ]

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[ With a tick of the brows, Grell's eyes search his, in question - and, oh, how they widen with surprise, as he leans in to take her in a kiss!

Lids growing heavy, she slips her arm beneath William's, encircling his waist so that she might press their bodies nearer, in this moment. She will allow his mouth to linger on hers for a breath before she reciprocates with another, tilting her head just so, to embrace his lips in turn. ]

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[ Excluding all the cheek kisses he's received from Grell over the past century, this is the first one he's willingly accepted since awaking in the afterlife. And despite not being one to actively desire such intimacy, he's surprised by just how satisfying it is to, once more, have another so close.

Perhaps he'd needed this all along.

His hand shifts back, caressing the back of Grell's neck and finding a few loose strands of hair to intertwine with. What he'd intended to be a simple kiss has obviously progressed slightly further, as he doesn't hesitate in adding a third, perhaps deeper kiss. ]

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[ Grell exhales a sweetened sigh between their parted mouths, while hungrily accepting the advancement - encouraging it, even, as she'll just barely tease along his lip with a dash of her tongue. The hand she keeps at his back idly massages up his spine, and the other, playing along the stretch of his neck.

Her heart beats in her ears, drowning out her thoughts. All she wants to do, right here and now, is experience this moment, and commit every detail to memory. Later, she can hyperventilate over it all she likes. ]

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[ There's the briefest hum at the feel of Grell's fingers upon his neck, apparently a sensitive spot for him. It even causes him to lean into the touch, the new angle allowing their tongues to meet. This must be the gentlest he's ever been towards the redhead - nothing forced, each kiss just blending into the next as if they'd always been lovers.

And when they finally part, William lingers just near enough that it could continue, should they wish it to. ]

Will that keep you quiet for some time?

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On the contrary... [ She mutters, breathy. ] My mind is reeling. My heart sings. Nothing about me is quiet.

[ Grell shifts her hold to fondly brush her thumb along his jaw, as she regards him, eyes misty. Right now, she's happy. Genuinely happy. The most she can ever recall. ]

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As if it was ever any different.

[ He assumes she must be enjoying the intimate moment they've trapped themselves in, but perhaps he doesn't realize just how happy he's made her. She's always spoke in such dramatic phrases, after all.

But finally, he pulls away, keeping himself propped up while he carefully removes his frames with the hand that had been teasing at Grell's neck. They're set gingerly on the nightstand before he nestles himself back into the plush bedding. ]

I hope you will, at least, allow me some sleep tonight.

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[ Ah, but it's short-lived. Grell can feel her heart sink ever so slightly, as William pulls away.

Nibbling at her bottom lip to keep herself from frowning, she shifts to sit herself up. Slipping her glasses chain free from her hair, she'll fold her frames to set beside the other's. ]

No. This is different.

[ It's with an airy sigh that she settles down at his side once more. She silent searches the fuzzy details of his face for but a moment, before she dares to close the distance between them - not to kiss him, this time, but instead touch her forehead to his with a gentle nuzzle of their noses. ]

I promise you, it is.