thenearshore | And I've got my mind.

And I've got my mind.

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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[ 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. ]

[ 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.

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.

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.

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. ]

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. ]

[ 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.

[ 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?

[ 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. ]

[ 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?

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?

[ 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...

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

Even more so than then how we spent last night?

[ 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.

[ 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. ]

[ William may loosen his grip, but she won't be going anywhere, with his lips on hers. The smallest sound escapes her, when she cranes into their kiss, simply overcome with the fulfilment of such tremendous desire.

When he breaks the kiss, she'll allow it, but only to whisper between them. ]

Can you swear it to me?

[ Because, as much as she doesn't want him to leave, the only constant she's known is singularity. If anyone dared to stay by her, she'd tear away until there was nothing left, one way or another. How could this be any different?

Immediately, her breath hitches, however; she doesn't want to push like that, not this time. What's more, she's positively ruined his moment. ]

No-- just show me.

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[ The vulnerability in Grell's words is something he's not used to hearing. She's always so strong and confident; completely comfortable with who she is. But this is almost a view into what she was like when she was alive. And with all she's done recently to help him feel comfortable with his own past, he wants to return the sentiment.

He lets go of her wrists, hands trailing down her arms, along her torso, and finally resting at her hips. ]

Keep you hands where they are.

[ It's one thing to pin her down and force her to do what he wishes, and entirely different giving her the ability to rebel but choosing to listen and obey. If she complies, he'll show her just how eager he is to stay with her, here in this moment. ]

[ Feeling his hands trailing down her body, Grell sighs sweetly - and, just as she begins to shift so that she may wraps her arms about his neck, she stills at his command. William's words leave her without room for challenge, and so, she returns her wrists to where he'd left them, pressed against the wall. ]

Ah. As you say, darling...

[ With Grell following his instruction, William rewards her with an intense kiss - all while gripping tightly at her slender hips. She's pulled closer, back removed from the wall as their bodies press firmly together, slick with water. Being so close, Grell can feel just how enticed William's become. His cock is decently hard as it slides smoothly against hers, the sensation causing him to let out a breath against her lips. ]

[ A shuddered moan rolls off her tongue, muffled by William's own, and her hips rock into his hold without intention. Goodness, does it feel wonderful, though; her lips near quiver beneath his.

Still, Grell tries to behave. Her hands fall to rest at his shoulders, fingers curled, so that she may keep her touch in check. Even so, her desire is evident, his authority leaving her fully aroused. ]

[ Almost immediately after her hands touch his shoulders, William has them pinned to the wall again. This time, crossed above her head with only one of his hands. The other slinks around her back, keeping them in contact as he grinds against her. ]

I want to hear and see you get off, only from this.

[ The reprimand leaves Grell with a grin plucking at her lips, breathy laughter drawling into a throaty and pleasured little sound. It amuses her, as it would have been difficult to keep her hands against the wall, with the way that he pulled at her - but having him pin her in this manner is immensely better. It's delightful, even. ]

That - mn - shouldn't be an issue. Hah♥.

[ Allowing her head to lull back against the wall, the redhead gasps, daring to reciprocate with a generous roll of the hips. ]

[ What's gotten in to him, he simply cannot say. A simple outing between closer growing friends turning into so much more. And, he can't deny he's enjoying it - the evidence it pretty clear, at the moment.

From where he'd been speaking next to her ear moments before, his mouth easily finds a sensitive trail leading down her neck. Though her long hair will probably do wonders at covering the marks he's leaving, he can't imagine her hiding evidence of their passionate morning. He better prepare himself for Knox's inevitable teasing comments. ]

[ Feeling his breath upon her ear had surely been nice, but when his lips find that sensitive spot beneath her ear, it sends a shiver up her spine. A huff escapes her, and she craves more - leading her to hook a leg around his. The wet kisses down her neck has her bucking feverishly into him, heavy breath carrying her moans. ]

Oh, God, Will... Ah--

[ The most attractive thing about it all might be that he isn't afraid to leave such evidence behind. ]

[ Sensing she's close, William releases Grell's wrists so his hand can join the other. It slides down her back, daring to go further than the other has. Fingers tighten around the curve of her ass, using the leverage to force Grell into frotting against him ever more so.

He leaves her lips untouched, enjoying the words she moans out far more than any muffled groans he'd coaxed out of her earlier. He's never experienced intimacy of this intensity. Never knew how hot he could become by tossing any inhibitions aside and letting pure, raw emotion out. ]

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