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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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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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...

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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?

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[ 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. ]

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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.

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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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[ Quietly, William dresses back into what he'd worn the night before. He's not one to wander the temple in a towel or robe, after all, even if there wasn't the chance of running into his shinki. He pauses at the door, turning to address Grell. ]

Anything you would want?

[ If so, and if he has it, he ventures out to the temple's main kitchen to fetch some food for them. It takes a bit of time, but he finally returns with a few options in hand. Some biscuits, various fruits, and as blasphemous as it may sound, cold bottled tea. He'd scoffed when he first discovered it, but was surprised to find it pleasing and oddly addictive.

He places the items upon his night stand before rejoining Grell among the pillows. ]

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I shan't be picky - just this once.

[ Offering him a wink, she flops across the bed, in nothing but the towel - far more shameless! Grell hadn't expected him to be gone when she looked over her shoulder to send him a wink.

When he returns, she'll be in the very same position, legs crossed at the ankles as she browses her phone. Unplugged from the charger, and William's connected, in turn. Hearing him, she perks to glance at the door. ]

--Oh. [ And she can't help but giggle in delight, seeing him there. Holding a tray of what might as well be delicacies, hair mussed and wearing his pyjamas. It's utterly adorable. ] My saviour.

[ Rolling over, nearly atop William, she reaches over him to grab one of those biscuits. Staying there, she takes a healthy bite with a elated hum - then offering him some, a hand covering her half-full, grinning mouth. ]

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[ Perhaps simply out of habit, William gives Grell an exasperated look when she drapes across him. He shakes his head at her offer, taking a fresh biscuit for himself. He's quiet as he finishes it off, but finally speaks what's on his mind. ]

I think we should discuss just where this new step in our relationship brings us.

[ Because he wasn't planning on having things go nearly this far. But it's a little too late to take that step back. And he doesn't want to repeat his past mistakes. ]

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[ While his initial refusal is met with a carefree shrug, Grell gazes back on him not unlike a deer in the headlights, when he brings up that particular subject. She'd had the remainder of that biscuit between her teeth while reaching out to snatch the tea - but she'll forego that thought, in favor of removing the food from her mouth.

Her movements have become slower, almost cautious. It might be clear that she expects the worse; in fact, she might just. Suddenly, she feels responsible for pushing him too far, too fast. Perhaps he will remind her that he still holds no feeling for her, and sink her spirits - or, worse, feel as though he holds some obligation for one act of intimacy.

Ah, but she shouldn't get too far ahead of herself. ]

...Alright. Tell me, what are you thinking?

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[ Apparently, William had been pondering this whole situation while up in the kitchen. Perhaps why it took a bit longer than one would think, simply to collect a few already-preped items. ]

We seem to have taken far more than a 'step' forward over the past day.

[ Reaching over Grell and to the nightstand, he grabs his own drink, casually uncapping it and drinking a healthy amount. ]

While I cannot deny it was enjoyable, I think it may only hurt us from moving forward even more so, should we both want to.

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[ Grell can only watch him quietly; she's lost her appetite, for the moment. ]

And why would you say that?

[ Unable to help herself, the redhead brows crease. ]

You do realize, we aren't strangers, Will. We've known one another for too long to ask ourselves if this is moving too fast.

[ She shakes her head, for emphasis! ]

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There is a difference between knowing someone simply because you are around them a lot, and actually knowing who they are.

[ His own brow furrows as he thinks back to all the moments they've spent together since he arrived here. ]

Though, perhaps I have shown enough of myself to you by now.

[ Or perhaps he's still hesitant because of that. ]

Either way, I don't want this to be a purely sexual relationship.

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[ Thinking over his words, her eyes lower to the hand she has resting over his chest. After a long and quiet moment, her shoulders slump with a quiet sigh. ]

I'd guilted you into it, hadn't I?

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[ William's almost confused by her question. ]

Guilted me? Absolutely not.

I am afraid I may have initiated it by kissing you last night. Thus, giving you mixed signals.

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Guilted you by the things I'd said, I meant.

[ She sighs. ]

Well, anyway, why did you kiss me, then?