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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[ 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. ]

Mn, I'm close--...

[ Without the restraint, Grell acts without thinking - slinging her arms over his shoulders, so that she may pull her legs up, thighs about his waist. So long as he'll allow it, she keeps up the pace, her voice giving way to cries of pleasure. ]

[ Before he has a chance to restrain her again, she's pulled herself up and around him. If he weren't on the verge of cumming, himself, he may have forced her down. Instead, his own arms grip her from beneath, supporting her as she desperately rubs against him. His eyes squeeze shut, focusing on the warm water pattering against their skin, the slickness of the wall behind them, each desperate cry that escapes his partner's mouth. He won't allow himself to cum first. ]

[ As she draws dangerously close to her peak, her nails claw across his shoulder blades, her face burying into his wet tresses. The sensations are becoming too overwhelming to resist; she mindlessly mutters William's name, once, and again--

Grell's breath catches, body arching into his. ]

[ Grell finally toppling over that edge, William lets out his own shuddering breath - one he'd been resisting since the first press of their hips. He tenses, his own seed mixing with Grell's along both of their stomachs. But it's a tension that's slowly released in long, drawn out groans.

Blindly, his hand pats around the wall, feeling for the shower handle before finally ceasing the water around them. At this moment, he could easily forgo breakfast and lazily climb back into bed with Grell. ]

[ Shuddering breaths over take Grell, as she threads her fingers through the other's hair. First placing a kiss at his temple, atop his forehead, and then the bridge of his nose, she'll attempt to coax William into tilting his head back so that she may take his lips. ]

I love you.

[ She'll whisper, unwilling to let go of him just yet. ]

[ It takes a bit, but William finally looks up to Grell, willingly accepting the kiss that she presses against his parted lips. And as they part, she speaks, confessing her love once again. Unsure of how to respond with words, he simply reunites their mouths in a gentle, sincere kiss.

He may not be able to return the sentiment just yet, but his actions speak volumes on his willingness to reach that goal. ]

[ Even as their lips part for a second time, Grell remains close, forehead on his and eyes closed. Her chest rises and falls, deeply content.

Finally, she unravels from his waist to stand. ]

That... was a wonderful surprise.

[ With his breath finally stabilizing, William helps Grell down. ]

Certainly not something I expected to happen.

[ Unhooking one of the shower heads, he turns the water back on. He tests the temperature against his arm before working on rinsing the evidence of their intimate moment from their stomachs. ]

[ Doing her part, Grell will dash her palms across her front - and proceed with a far more elaborate job of cleaning over William's. Her fingers trace along the definition of his abdominals, before her hands settle on his hips, thumbing along the dip of his pelvic bones. ]

Mn. I know I'd mentioned breakfast, but what would you think of taking some snacks to bed, instead?

[ She rises onto her tip-toes to place a kiss at the corner of his mouth. ]

Just to lie together for, perhaps, a couple hours more...

[ He pays little mind to Grell's wandering hands, this time. It would be a bit difficult to support any complaints about her touching him after what they just experienced together. ]

I would enjoy that.

[ Reaching up to where the fuzzy vision of Grell's hair is, he idly brushes a few wet strands away from her face. ]

[ A flush warms her cheeks, teeth pressing into an edge of her lip. ]

Good~♥. Come then, darling. [ Stepping back, she takes one of his hands, instead, giving an insistent little tug. ] Show me where the towels are?

[ Carefully exiting the stall, William locates his glasses on the vanity and slips them on. Now able to see, he crosses the room to the linen closet, fetching out two fresh towels. ]

Here.

[ Holding one out to her, the proceeds to dry himself off with the other. ]

Why, thank you~♥.

[ She'll reach out to take the towel first, so that she might throw it over her head and towel dry her tresses. It isn't an easy feat, but once she's done a decent enough job of it, she'll twist the back of her hair up an in on itself, into a top bun. Only then does she get to her body, finishing off by securing the towel about her waist.

With a accomplished huff, she reaches for her glasses, at last! ]

There we are. [ Getting a proper view of herself in the mirror, she sucks at her teeth, fussing with her bangs. ] Goodness. Not a pretty look, but I suppose it will have to do.

[ William pulls the towel off his own head, leaving his hair a right mess. He regards Grell in the mirror before frowning. ]

You look perfectly fine the way you are.

[ Actually, he's fairly surprised Grell would let him see her like this, without makeup or flashy clothing - even just feeling comfortable enough to show off the body she's uncomfortable with. But perhaps that just says even more about the way she feels towards him. ]

[ A bit of colour touches her cheeks once more, her lips pressing together, unsure. She chooses not to comment on it, however, instead turning to brush William's cheek with appreciation, as she passes him for the door.

While Grell may not care for the body she's been given, she acknowledges that it's not a terribly unattractive one, and can hold some solace in that. She does hold some unease in having him see her out of makeup, but he's seen her once before with a bare face - and knew her long before she'd begun to feel comfortable wearing it (and, funny enough, began to feel incomplete without it). Even so, it's an internal struggle, she realises. ]

How about those snacks, mm?

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