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Who: Grell and William
When: October 31; late evening, during the Halloween Party.
Where: Kali's Palace
What: After some boozy fun, things begin to heat up between Will and Grell.
Warnings: Very NSFW.

Look what I got, Will~

[ With a bounce to her step, Grell approaches the other, waving the apple in hand. With the bite-sized chunk missing from it, one could safely assume that she managed to pluck it one of the archways - and such would certainly explain the commotion moments before. Guests are still partaking in the game, and William probably witnessed the entire thing... but how could she resist a bit of gloating?

Hiking up her skirt to reveal a flash of thigh-high stockings and garters, she leans in to settle herself upon his lap, facing him - and with a wicked little grin, bites into that apple once more. ]

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[ William had been watching, at least until Grell's turn came up. Already convinced on what the outcome of the game would be, he'd wandered over to the bar. Two glasses of wine in hand, he then made his way to one of the lush seating areas that lined the courtyard. He could certainly still hear the ruckus of the event, but wasn't far enough away that she couldn't find him once she was finished playing.

Which of course wasn't a long wait. Nor was it surprising that she'd ignored all the other seats and decided he lap would be the best place to perch herself. Taking another sip of wine, he regards her with a calmer expression than he would have on any other night. ]

You have an unfair advantage with those teeth of yours.

[ As if to occupy that free hand of hers, he offers her the second glass of wine. ]

[ Humming with delight, she accepts the wine, but not without brushing her fingers along the back of William's palm, on their path to wind around the stem. It's the perfect thing to wash down the mouthful. ]

Mn, I would call it a natural gift.

[ Grell's already a touch tipsy off of the hard cider, but what he's offered her is much more suited to her taste. In exchange, she raises the red apple to his lips, offering him a bite into its crisp and juicy flesh. ]

[ He looks down to where the apple lingers in front of him, then back up to his companion. ]

You should know by now that I am not partial to apples.

[ Though he never seemed to complain to the banana's Grell's offered him. Perhaps he should reconsider his tastes in fruit.

Instead, he pushes Grell's hand away, opting to sip at his wine. He's had quite a bit to drink, already. Mainly as an excuse to settle himself nearer the bar and away from anyone playing that blind man's bluff game. It's probably also what's getting his hand to settle against the strap of one of Grell's garters, absently plucking at it. ]

[ The gesture only makes Grell smile. A lopsided sort of grin, positively endeared by his fussing. ]

Ah. How careless of me.

[ If he doesn't like apples, she'll do away with it, then - allow it to roll off her fingertips and onto one of the unoccupied cushions beside them.

With her freed hand, she draws a knuckle beneath his chin - and should William allow it, she will use her leverage to tilt back his head, so that she may lean in and lick what wine remains between his lips. ]

[ He knows what's coming next the moment Grell's fingers graze his chin. Which is why there's not a moment of hesitation to push her face away. ]

This is hardly appropriate with so many around.

[ He'd allow the kissing if she weren't also perched in his lap, at the moment. There are younger gods and shinki at the party, as well. Regardless of this being Grell's temple, he has a higher sense of decency than that. ]

[ Following a brief and muffled sound of objection, Grell reaches to pull that hand down from her face! He's smudged her lipstick, and that leaves her pouting. ]

I believe they're all a bit preoccupied.

[ She'll just place a kiss into his palm, instead! ]

I could shove you off my lap, as well, if you are going to complain.

[ Have a glare to rival that pout, Grell. ]

[ Offering his hand freedom, she upturns her palm to offer an animated shrug of its shoulder. ]

If you'll follow, you certainly won't hear any complains from me.

[ Hold that thought. Her free hand curls back, as she raises her glass for a swig of that red wine. ]

That would hardly emphasize my point.

Besides, I believe you's pointed out that you're not nearly as much of an exhibitionist as I expected you to be. Preoccupied or not, we aren't out of view of anyone who cared to glace around.

[ What he will join Grell in is that sip of wine. There's never nearly enough alcohol when it comes to spending time around the redhead. ]

[ Licking over her lips, she raises a heel to plant atop the chair beside his hips. ]

I was only in for a bit of a snog. [ And leaning her weight into that foot, she curls the hand holding her glass up against her chest, tone deeper. ] If it's a romp that you're interested in, there's other places for that.

I highly doubt that was all you had in mind.

[ There's still a bit of wine in his glass, but he takes the rest down as if it were a shot. Now there's room in his glass for something a bit stronger. He saves Grell the trouble of picking herself up off the ground (and having to clean some lovely red wine stains off the rugs) by opting to give her a rough smack on the rear, instead of a hard shove off his lap. ]

Up.

[ Grell's too busy watching him down his wine to respond, her expression something between amused and perplexed. And, of course, there's the spanking. ]

--Oh♥!

[ Jumping, she just narrowly manages to keep her wine from spilling! It's a good thing that she'd taken such a healthy sip earlier. ]

Yes, sir.

[ Standing, she trails her hand up beneath his chin with a giggle, before taking up her skirt to step aside. ]

[ The bar as his destination, William grips Grell's wrist firmly and drags her along behind him. Once he's behind the counter, he does her the favor of refilling her glass before pouring himself a healthy dose of gin. Seems the party isn't entertaining enough for him to enjoy it sober. ]

[ Grell only laughs with delight, as she stumbles to catch up! When left at the counter, she hops up to lean over the bar, upper weight balanced on her elbows and feet swaying. ]

You'd rather get sloshed than kiss me? R~ude.

[ But such is said in good humour, especially as he takes care to fill her glass first. Apparently, he plans to drag her right down with him, and she's perfectly fine with that. ]

You hardly sound disappointed.

[ He regards Grell over the counter top before taking a decent swig. ]

How much did you tell Knox about our relationship?

[ Ah, so that's why he's a tad grumpy. Seems Ronnie came up to inquire and tease him about the whole situation. ]

[ Well, Grell had just been about to tell him that he's a bit cute as a drunk, which slightly makes up for it-- but, of course, there's a second, slightly more important topic at hand. ]

Oh, I'd told him everything. The romantic first date, our first kiss! How it felt to make love for the first time - and how we cherish our long walks along the beach at night, fantasising together about our June wedding~

[ With a pointed quirk of the brow, she snatches up her own glass for a swig! ]

[ He knows Grell's purposefully exaggerating just to get a reaction from him. And she's certainly succeeded in that quest. ]

You'll be lucky if you get that first time from me.

[ Though being as inebriated as he is right now, that hardly sounds like he's tossing the idea of it out the window. ]

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[ Grell sets aside her glass, in favour of reaching out to hook her fingers in his tie. Again, she licks over her lips before she speaks. ]

Just why does it upset you so? Are you ashamed?

[ Immediately he grabs Grell by the wrist, forcing her to release his tie with his intense grip. ]

What I do to you is no one's business but our own.

[ Such forced a pained breath - albeit edging on the sense of pleasurable. And it only makes her grin all the wider. ]

I told him that you'd agreed to see me, William-- and when he doubted my perception on the matter, I'd said that you had kissed me in your bed.

[ With a tick of her tongue, she'll try to retrieve her hand. ]

I haven't the chance to even tell him that we're together yet. So I've told no one.

[ It only causes William to tighten his grip. With a harsh tug, he's pulling her close as he leans over his side of the bar top. ]

And you'll be keeping your mouth shut on the matter. Even if I have to force it shut, myself.

[ Even when she winces, hips colliding into the counter's edge and arm bending in his grasp, she doesn't seem to lose that smile. ]

So you are.

You seem to enjoy the idea that may I be ashamed of you.

[ Which he somehow sounds like he enjoys, himself. He also seems to be getting increasingly irritated with this bar that's separating them. ]

[ Despite how boisterous she tends to be, Grell's tone remains even, if not low. ]

What is it, then? Tell me.

[ Using his own grip against him, she pulls he arm closer - and, consequently, William along with it. ]

You just love the idea of it, don't you? That you've won me over. That I now realize just how much I enjoy making you submit to me.

[ Tired of this obstruction between them, he's suddenly on Grell's side of the bar. Her arm is twisted behind her as he forces her face flush against a nearby pillar. Apparently, he's forgotten the whole 'people might see them' thing.

[ It hurts. Face against stone, frames bending under the weight and cutting into her nose. Muscle tweaked, and still trying to resist. Knowing that her image of their building romance could be just that, yet another delusion. Reduced to nothing more than a deviant pursuing deviant matters.

And yet, she can feel her blood throbbing in her veins. Her panties growing tighter. ]

Do you, though?

[ Somehow, she finds herself chuckling. ]

[ The answer is thick and hard, pressed right up against her as he removes any space left between them. ]

That should be obvious by now.

[ Grell can't discern if he is playing with her, or there's some ingenuity in all of this - and a large part of her doesn't care, at present. She can only breathe a heavy sigh, at feeling his readied cock pressed against her. ]

Ah, so this is what you'd consider submission, mn?

Not nearly. You're giving me far too much backtalk.

[ Which, from how hard he is, shows he must secretly enjoy her defiance as much as her submission. Despite his drunkenness, it's finally dawning on him that this should be taken elsewhere. Especially since this entire ordeal began with him complaining about a mere kiss in public.

He has a spot in mind - upstairs where some more secluded sitting areas are set just off of the courtyard's balcony. William could simply teleport them, or even entangle a fist into that messy top bun she's sporting for her costume and drag her there. No one would bat an eye, as physical assertion is nothing new between the two of them. However, this time, William's finding the idea of commanding her to relocate without any 'assistance' far more appealing.

The hand gripping her's releases and he steps away, ending any contact his body had been making with her's. ]

Get upstairs.

[ Dominating Grell isn't a simple feat for most, but having the confidence to command her in such a way is precisely what makes her bend to William where others fail.

Pushing herself upright, she delicately rights the glasses on her nose, before glancing over her shoulder to flash William a smirk. That's all it takes to get the redhead headed out to the courtyard and up the stairs, measured in her pace. Teleporting would be much more simple and discreet, but that would be so much less entertaining. ]

[ William follows just close enough that he can take in the sight of her from behind. He'd shown interest in those garters earlier, and that interest seems to have remained. The way they just barely peek out from under her skirt as she climbs up the stairs... William may feel a bit ridiculous in his costume, but he wouldn't object to Grell wearing hers again. ]

[ There may be some strategy to that, considering that she's picked up her skirt once more to scale the stairs, arms swaying with each step. Just enough flourish to offer a glimpse, a tease!

Once atop the second level, she takes a quick glance about - opting for the darkest room of the bunch. After all, there are no doors here, so they must rely on lighting for intimacy. Even so, the festivities downstairs still allow her to see well enough to navigate through its furnishings.

A mound of cushions adorns the furthest corner, cloaked by a sheer cloth canopy. It's the perfect place, she thinks - and so, she drapes herself across them with a content sigh. ]

Well~?

[ William stops before the mound of pillows, looking down at Grell expectantly. ]

Well. You should find a way to keep that mouth of yours busy.

[ While that may cause Grell to quirk a brow, she also looks positively delighted by the suggestion. Enough so that she's picking herself right back up without complaint. ]

It's about time that you'd allow yourself have a bit a fun.

[ Shifting her legs under her, she crawls just a bit closer, allowing herself the proximity to run her over his knees, up along his inner thighs, and over his hips. ]

[ One hand reaches out to cup Grell's chin as she looks up to him. It's surprisingly gentle considering the mood hanging in the air. But it's just a guise for what's to come. He leans in slightly before speaking. ]

I feel it will be far more enjoyable now that I've instructed you to do it. I can't imagine you would disagree.

[ With something of a purr, Grell tilts her head back to allow him an easier grip. ]

Indeed. Quite the opposite.

[ Her palms dip down William's hips, tracing over the front of his trousers; slow and meticulous, her hold firm. Again, but this time, she focuses on the contour of his cock.

Always a tease, she can't resist but to extend her tongue, lapping over its form through the fabric. ]

[ Apparently satisfied with her slow and teasing start, he leaves her to it, instead opting to busy his hands with removing that absurd wig she'd gotten him to wear. However, his actual hair seems to have been substantially mussed underneath it. He rakes his fingers through it, attempting to tame it once more.

Returning his gaze down to her, he flicks open the button to his trousers and lowers the zipper. ]

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