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Grell Sutcliffe · · ☆ ([personal profile] untodeath) wrote2018-04-22 09:19 pm

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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. ]
death_glare: (yhuol)

[personal profile] death_glare 2018-04-23 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
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[personal profile] death_glare 2018-04-23 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
death_glare: (sdf)

[personal profile] death_glare 2018-04-23 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
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[personal profile] death_glare 2018-04-23 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
I could shove you off my lap, as well, if you are going to complain.

[ Have a glare to rival that pout, Grell. ]
death_glare: (sdf)

[personal profile] death_glare 2018-04-23 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
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. ]
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[personal profile] death_glare 2018-04-23 12:02 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] death_glare 2018-04-24 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
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[personal profile] death_glare 2018-04-24 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
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. ]
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[personal profile] death_glare 2018-04-24 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
Edited 2018-04-24 09:35 (UTC)
death_glare: (erhgadfb)

[personal profile] death_glare 2018-04-24 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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[personal profile] death_glare 2018-04-24 10:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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[personal profile] death_glare 2018-04-24 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
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. ]
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[personal profile] death_glare 2018-04-24 11:08 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] death_glare 2018-04-24 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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[personal profile] death_glare 2018-04-24 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] death_glare 2018-04-25 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
death_glare: (barbe)

[personal profile] death_glare 2018-04-25 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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[personal profile] death_glare 2018-04-25 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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[personal profile] death_glare 2018-04-27 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]