And I've got my mind.

[untodeath]

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


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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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[ That feels incredibly nice, and draws a contents little sigh from her. ]

Shower with me, before breakfast.

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[ There's a decently long pause as William's eyes shift from Grell's, over to the entrance to the master bath, then back again. ]

Fine. But control those wandering hands of yours.

[ And in the most romantic William-style way possible, he proceeds to get up and head towards the bath, leaving Grell to topple off his lap in the process. ]

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[ Oh, wow, did he ACTUALLY say YE--

And with a surprised little exclamation, she's slipping off the bed! In some attempt to save herself from the graceless fall, she also takes the comforter right along with her. ]

That would have been the perfect opportunity to carry me, you know! [ She huffs, pouting, whilst rubbing at her sore bottom. ]

[death_glare]

You are perfectly capable of walking yourself.

[ He says as he disappears into the other room. Grell will hear the sudden patter of water hitting cool marble walls as William starts up the shower. And when she finally picks herself up to join him, he'll be in front of the mirror, casually cleaning off his glasses with a dampened cloth. ]

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[ Sighing loudly, Grell is able to pick herself up without much effort, indeed - and she makes it a point to leave the blanket as it is, for him to pick up later.

Approaching behind William, she slips her arms about his waist - and lightly nips at the back of his neck! Just a bit of retribution. ]

You could make it up to me by undressing first.

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[ Glasses slid back up the bridge of his nose, William regards Grell in the slowly fogging mirror. ]

No biting either. And, I can't very well do so with you clinging to me as you are.

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Not even a little, mn?

[ But she'll chuckle, before stepping away to release him. Instead, she joins him at the vanity, turning to lean back against the counter with a tilt of the head. It's her turn to shamelessly watch him strip down to his underthings. ]

[death_glare]

Absolutely not. Or I will keep all of this on and you can bathe yourself.

[ Reaching behind his head, William draws the back of his shirt up, slowly removing it and exposing the lean, toned chest beneath. He doesn't make a show of it, though, and neatly folds the t-shirt to place aside. ]

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Very well, then.

[ Grell might make a show of being disappointed by ticking her tongue, but she's certainly anything but. Not with William removing his clothing right before her. Lightly, she presses the points of her teeth into her bottom lip. Her hands curl over the counter's edge, to keep them from wandering. ]

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[ From his neck, along his arms and across his chest, William's skin is nearly flawless. Pale, but taught - showcasing each toned muscle beneath. Though, if Grell's eyes keep wandering down, closer to the hem of his pants, she'll meet an array of long, thin scars decorating his lower abdomen. ]

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[ While her gaze drifts over his form, she carefully notes every detail with the utmost admiration, and not without a glimmer of desire shifting in her eyes - but it's when she dares to allow it lower that her expression falls. Gracefully gives way to sorrow. ]

Will...

[ Fingers raise to her lips, and in taking a breath, she presses a kiss to their tips, then reaching out to press over the worst of the scarring. Though he'd forbidden her touch, she simply can't help herself. ]

[death_glare]

[ He knew there would be a reaction. It was the first hesitation that entered his mind when Grell suggested they bathe together. ]

Don't.

[ He speaks firmly, but not in a scolding manner, as he removes Grell's hand from where it lingers against his skin. But rather than simply pushing it aside, he interlaces their fingers and draws her away from the vanity. ]

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[ The protest doesn't take her much by surprise, but taking hold and drawing her near certainly does. Grell's focus shifts from their joined hands, up to William's face, searching his expression for some sort of answer. ]

Most of us have our scars, William. It's alright.

[death_glare]

I would rather not think about mine in this moment.

[ Because yes, they've come together to try and help each other heal, but sometimes forging a new memory is necessary, too.

Keeping her hand within his, he leads her closer towards the shower. It's a large, open stall. Black marble tiles encasing it and multiple ornate shower heads that envelope the body in water from every angle. He pauses just shy of where the droplets are pattering against the basin. That's when he turns back to her, finally letting go of her hand so he can remove what's remaining of his night clothes. ]

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[ Grell's fingers tighten about William's; a gently reassuring squeeze, because she understands that, too.

Finally, her attention shifts to the shower, inhaling with some wonder. ]

It's beautiful... I can't believe you've been keeping this from me.

[ Idly, she reaches out to hold a hand out into the trickling spray - but her eyes certainly aren't on the water. Not when William is about to remove his bottoms! ]

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A bit over the top. But I suppose it makes sense for a god's temple.

[ He can't deny he enjoys being spoiled slightly. He never would have thought to have more than one shower head in a single bath, after all.

The bottom of his garment is removed just as casually as the top, folded and placed atop it on the vanity. Unfortunately for Grell, the view from behind as he walks back towards the other side of the room isn't as captivating as the front! ]

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[ Love is a funny thing; however little that the back has to offer, Grell finds herself in deep admiration; positively smitten by the mere form of him, bare before her eyes. Perhaps she will reflect on it later and chuckle to herself, but for now, she is wholly content. ] Your temple. You ought to acquaint yourself with that, you know.

[death_glare]

My temple, then. Considering we were already gods, it is quite the promotion in living conditions.

[ And not so much his style. Frames placed on the vanity, he carefully moves to step into the stall, leaving Grell to linger outside, still clothed. Steam and hot water encase him and he gladly accepts them both. ]

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[ When he leaves his glasses behind, Grell has a sense of what's happening - but that doesn't prevent her from whining once he leaves her behind! ]

Will, you won't even wait for me--?

[ With a huff, she bends over to shimmy down her knee socks, tug down her bottoms, and finish off with pulling up her top. No use of making a show out of it, if William can't even see! P

[death_glare]

[ William can still see well enough to discern that Grell's no longer dressed - there's far less red before him with her cute pjs discarded. ]

Then get in here.

[ He walks close enough to firmly grab her hand, tugging her beneath the spray of water with him. ]

I don't want to hear anymore complaining, understand?. You're getting far more from me this morning than I anticipated.

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[ A startled, yet amused little squeak escapes the redhead, and she instinctively reaches to grasp onto William's opposite arm for support - because the marble tiling is quite slippery, after all! ]


Oh, I see you'll require your coffee before the shower, next time!

[ Even now, he could probably make out the smile splitting across Grell's face, as she reaches to affectionately slick back a bit of hair behind the other's ear. ]

I appreciate it, you know. All of it.

[death_glare]

You best appreciate it.

[ Even if he can't make out that smile, he's certain it's there. In fact he'd be fairly annoyed if Grell wasn't pleased with the situation they've gotten into together. Reaching to pat around the shelf hung against one of the shower walls, William eventually locates the bottle he's looking for. ]

You will have to make do with using my soap. Though, considering how often you bury your face in my shirt to smell it, I can't imagine you'd complain.

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[ Exhaling sharply, with something of a laugh, she curiously watches William feel around for something or other - the best she can, anyway. ]

No, I can't say that I would mind smelling like you - although, the scent surely suits you better.

[ Well, while he busies himself with the soap, she finally tilts her head back to thoroughly wet her hair, enjoying the sensation of the stream over her scalp immensely. Such is obvious with the hum she emits, while she rakes her fingers through her bangs, to push them away from her face. ]

So, would you like for me to wash your back first - or you, mine?

[death_glare]

[ Considering he's already emptied some of the bottle's contents onto his hand, he grabs Grell's shoulder, spinning her around in front of him. The strands of wet, red hair are brushed aside before his palms spread the soap across her fair, freckled skin.

He's silent as he works the soap into a thick lather. Fingers massaging the muscles of her neck and shoulders. ]

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Oh--!

[ The redhead's muscles initially flutter beneath the touch - his fingertips swiping across her back, to be rid of her lengthy hair - but it doesn't take her long to melt into his hands. Exhaling sweetly, Grell allows her head to lull forward a bit, hands folding over her chest. ]

That feels-- amazing. [ Enough so, that her speech is even slightly slurred! When was the last that she had been spoiled in this way? HAD she ever? ]