[ He's obviously gone mad, at this point, he's sure of that. Whether he can blame it on the wine from dinner, or the reemergence of his long lost desire for intimate contact, he'll have to decide that later. Whichever the culprit, William finds himself pushing Grell back against the mattress by that firmly gripped wrist. He hovers over her before pressing his lips against hers in a forceful, yet needy kiss. ]
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