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.


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. ]

Comments

[death_glare]

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

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[ 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?

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[ 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? ]

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[ He hums thoughtfully in response, taking note of where her muscles feel tense beneath his fingertips. Though he'd be able to work them better were Grell laying down, he does his best to focus on those areas until he feels them loosen up. Slowly his hands continue downward, working along her spine until they reach the small of her back. ]

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[ While Grell does carry a fair amount of tension around the shoulders, most of it is a long the lower back - a consequence of stubbornly wearing heels, for every occasion. Having William's thumbs massage into the knots earns a mildly pained hum, but the breaths that follow are of relief. ]

You always manage to find some way to prove me wrong, each time I come to believe that I couldn't love you more.

[death_glare]

So I've brought this entire thing upon myself.

[ Of course he knows the answer to that, by now. And apparently never learns. Hence why his hands are still working at those knots, massaging circles over each one until they relax. ]

Though, I can't imagine I'm much good at this. Especially with you standing, and not being able to see what I'm doing well enough.

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Mm-hm~♥

[ Her merry hum of agreement drolls into another pleased sigh, her back arching beneath his touch just so. With a breathy laugh, Grell idly runs her hands over her neck. ]

All of these noises that you're having me make, and you still doubt yourself? Silly man.

[death_glare]

Honestly. You would be making these noises regardless of what I was doing to you.

[ The careful attention to her back lasts a bit longer before he unhooks one of the shower heads from the wall and washes the bubbles away from her skin. There's the feel of his palm along her back as he makes sure every bit of soap is gone. ]

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Oh, please, Will. You and I both know I have a wider range than that.

[ Grell rolls her shoulders and stands herself up a bit taller, now that he's done - and, again, exhales a long and satisfied sigh.

As William busies himself with replacing the spout, she's picking up that soap bottle where he left it, so that she can help herself to a handful. Turning to him, she's lathering it between her hands. ]

Clearly, I'll need to remind you.

[ But, for now, she's stepping forward to slip her arms beneath his, hands finding their way behind his waist, and along his back. Shamelessly, she presses her body flush against his, embracing him wholly as her fingertips knead into his back. ]

[death_glare]

[ There's a brief huff as their chests press against one another. Not only is Grell pushing things closer to that next step by initialing the intimate contact, but this is also a very inefficient way of washing someone's back. Not that that's the first concern Grell has on her mind, of course. He can't solely blame her though, he was the one to only specify hands as the body part she needed to keep under control. And they're behaving themselves well enough, so far - merely mimicking what his were doing moments before. ]

Which depends heavily on my compliance to your desires.

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[ It may not be the most efficient way of washing his back, but Grell does decently enough, especially as she's able to use her own body to anchor his weight. ]

Ideally, it would be just the opposite, actually!

[ Leaning in close, she pauses to wrap her arms about his lower back, so that she may nuzzle him. Of course, she makes it a point to drag her lips across his while she speaks. ]

I've noticed, you know. You don't enjoy it when you aren't the one taking initiative... And despite how much I wish to dote on you, it won't mean anything if you aren't enjoying it-- mn?

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[ There's a moment of pause and reflection. Grell's observation - it's something he never noticed himself, until now. But thinking back on all that's happened between them since he arrived here, it's obvious now. Grell pushes herself on him and he pushes away - quite literally. But let him control the pace and intensity of their interactions and he's much more willing to comply, and even take things a step further. ]

Hm.

[ He hums thoughtfully against her mouth. Even now, he's less enticed by Grell's teasing lips potentially stealing a kiss, and more compelled to force on one her, instead.

As if to test Grell's theory, he reaches behind himself, grabbing her wrists.
Her body is then removed from his and pushed up against the slick wall of the shower, captured arms held steady along side her head. ]

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[ With William, she never quite knows what to expect. It's frustrating, yet thrilling. She might hope to gently guide him, but never will she control him.

Pushed against the cool tile, she gasps - not from the force of contact, but in surprise! Grell would have anticipated that he would push her away, but certainly not this. It leaves her a bit weak at the knees, slumping back in complete submission.

Breath wavering, she licks over her lips. ]

How does that feel, William?

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So long as you're submitting to me, it's quite satisfying. Something I never noted before.

[ He moves his lips in just as close as Grell's were a moment before. ]

But you enjoy it just as much, don't you?

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[ Watching his lips as he nears, her lashes flutter. Instead of fighting to lean in and close the gap between them, she merely tilts her head, parting her lips with anticipation. ]

Yes. Truly, nothing excites me more...

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[ Grell is left lingering there - William still just a breath away. ]

Even more so than then how we spent last night?

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[ Her hands writhe under his. ]

Ah, but that is-- different.

[ All that runs through Grell's mind is how badly she wants him. All of him. ]

I love you so wholly, Will. Having the chance to be in your arms is-- frightening, almost. It's feeling bliss for the first time, and realising how fragile it is... [ Her voice wavers, overflowing with emotion and nerve. ] Even like this, we dance along the edge... I want to have you, all of you; show you just a fraction of the happiness you give me, before I lose you... So, yes, it's exciting in every manner, good and bad.

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[ He takes in every word Grell says, every bit of honest passion behind each one. He can hardly believe he's able to bring such emotion to someone. The concept causes him to loosen his grip, ever so slightly. ]

You aren't going to lose me, Grell.

[ And finally, he closes that gap. The kiss is forceful, but sincere - possibly saying more than William's spoken words ever could. ]