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Grell Sutcliffe · · ☆ ([personal profile] untodeath) wrote2018-05-02 01:18 am

closed psl.

[ Word travels fast around the office. By the time Grell had returned from her shift to submit the appropriate paperwork, a secretary had already asked her if she'd been by to check on Mister Spears.

Now, she had known that he had been sent on an investigative mission with Ronald earlier that day, so she immediately assumed the worst. Demanding to know where to find them sent her bolting off to the lower levels. The new recruits were smart enough to dash out of the way - and some of them even directed her to the appropriate department; the optometrist's office, where she found William sulking in the lobby.

The poor man was without his glasses, but aside from a scuffed cheek and some healing bruises, appeared to be in one piece. It was his pride that seemed wounded, as the very air about him seemed heavy. ]


Oh, Will.

[ Heaving a sigh of relief, she sinks down into the chair beside him. Though knowing fully well that he won't like it, she won't be kept from fussing over him; reaching out to gingerly dash back some of his hair left mussed by his scuffle, while taking a good look at his wounds. ]

What did I tell you about taking care of your glasses, mm?
death_glare: (bwera)

[personal profile] death_glare 2018-09-24 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Slowly, but yes, we are. And I'm not opposed to that continuing.

[ The darkness behind the open blinds lets William know that it's getting late. He stands from the table, pushing in his chair before making his way to the doorway leading to the hall. ]

I am going to ready myself for bed. Feel free to join me once you've finished here.

[ And he's off down the hall and into his bedroom. ]
death_glare: (bre)

[personal profile] death_glare 2018-09-24 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ As if the heavens are giving her a reward for good housekeeping, Grell will be greeted with a lovely sight upon entering the bedroom. Bare from the waist up, William's only just now unfolding his night shirt to put on. Grell will get a view of the man's profile as he fusses with the buttons that stripe down the center of the shirt. All smooth, lightly tanned skin and toned muscles - William's most likely unaware of just how attractive he is. ]
death_glare: (RTGNRN)

[personal profile] death_glare 2018-09-24 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ As quiet as she's attempting to be, William can usually sense when she's around. But he makes no move to hide himself away, instead keeping his normal stiff stance as she steps between him and the dresser. He looks to where her eyes are, keeping contact, as best he can, for a long moment.

Finally he nods, dropping his own hands to his sides and looking to where he's expecting her to take over. ]


Honestly, you're exceeding expectations on asking permission first. I'm almost inclined to say that I'm impressed.
death_glare: (sdf)

[personal profile] death_glare 2018-09-24 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Then, it will do you good to continue.

[ The faint touch of Grell's fingertips as she buttons is comforting in an odd way. Though, William doesn't let it show on his face, he's wondering if he should allow her more contact this evening. It's a decision that has a lot riding on it, after all. ]

I assume you'll be starting your nightly routine, yes?
death_glare: (afsd)

[personal profile] death_glare 2018-09-24 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
If you would.

[ With her finished, he moves away towards the bed. He doesn't say thank you, but his calm tone pervades it perfectly.
The heavy blankets are pulled back and William climbs beneath them. Shifting the pillows around, he finally finds things comfortable enough to settle down. ]
death_glare: (XCVWE)

[personal profile] death_glare 2018-09-24 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's only a grunt from William, as he's fully burrowed his way under the blankets. When Grell returns, he'll be snoring softly, the light music and warmth of the covers having lulled him to sleep. ]
death_glare: (TNERWW)

[personal profile] death_glare 2018-09-24 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
Hm?

[ His eyes half open, taking in the field of red that's before him. He must have fallen asleep, as he doesn't recall Grell returning from the bath. Without meaning to, a pleased sound escapes him at the fingers massaging his scalp. Something that he quickly protests with a clearing of his throat. ]
death_glare: (j;ljk)

[personal profile] death_glare 2018-09-24 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ He makes sure to keep himself quiet at the second run through his hair. ]

I would prefer to sleep on my side tonight.

[ And he shifts without giving her time to respond. It forces her to move off of him as he rolls to his right side, but at least he's chosen to face her! ]
death_glare: (sdf)

[personal profile] death_glare 2018-09-25 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
I understood that.

[ A huff back! ]

But I would like to be comfortable before you go climbing all over me.

[ And he's setting about re-configuring his sleeping space again. And finally done, he lets his eyes rest on his companion. Much like yesterday, he lifts one arm to give Grell access to the small space right up against his chest. ]

Well?
death_glare: (WQE4GVWE)

[personal profile] death_glare 2018-09-25 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ His arm will most likely fall asleep during the night, but he allows her to rest her head upon it, for now. His opposite arm snakes around her middle, rubbing idly at the small of her back. It's awhile before he says anything more, simply breathing calmly. ]

I'd forgotten how nice it feels to fall asleep next to someone.
death_glare: (afsd)

[personal profile] death_glare 2018-09-25 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps we can indulge one another every so often.

[ He places emphasis on the last part so she knows he's not asking her to move in or anything. As they lay there, Grell will feel William's body slowly relaxing, the tension slipping out of his back and shoulders. ]
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[personal profile] death_glare 2018-09-25 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's an intake a breath at her nuzzling that he didn't quite expect. ]

Something to look forward to, for once. Don't make me regret this decision to open up to you. I'm enjoying it so far.

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