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[ 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?
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?
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You smell nice.
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William's words take just a moment to sink in, but they leave her chuckling. It could be a number of things that he smells; traces of her fragrance from the morning, her soap, or moisturizers... ]
You feel even nicer.
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This isn't going that far [ tonight ]. We need to be at the office early.
[ Of course he has to break up the heated moment with some stubborn comment. But, regardless, he keeps his body pressed close, not bothering to hide just how aroused she's gotten him in these last few moments. ]
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Fingers finding the dip of the other's jaw, she fondly traces it down to the peak of his chin, before craning up to place a kiss gently upon his lips. ]
We?
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You said my glasses should be fixed tomorrow. And you should be scheduled, as well, if I'm recalling correctly.
[ Her wrist is finally released as he rolls back to his side. Though not completely abandoning her, he slides an arm around her middle, pulling her as close as their bodies will allow. ]
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[ A surprised little breath takes her, as she's tugged close once more. Giggling, she combs a hand through William's hair, starting from his temple. For the half second that he'd separated himself from her, she'd been rather devastated - so, while her body demands more, her heart is relieved! ]
Can I at least be there while you tear them down for their incompetence?
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I will need you to guide me there, anyway.
[ Despite the grouchiness, the hand at Grell's back decides to explore what she decided to wear for their evening together. It feels at the waist band of her delicate panties before sliding up and under the top she's paired with it. ]
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[ William's exploring hands earn something of a pleasured hum. Those surprisingly soft, yet strong hands. Cupping his face, Grell just barely nuzzles the tip of her nose along his, breath on his lips. ]
Mn, your hands are just divine...
[ And she's quite glad that she had the foresight to bring along a sexier number for tonight. Soft lace panties paired with a top matching trim and slinky charmeuse. Pointedly pleasant to the touch. ]
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You will have to wear this for me again, once I can properly see you in it.
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I could, but for such an occasion, I have something even better.
[ She'll roll her hips, in his hold, once more - ass shamelessly rocking into his hands before her length grinds along his, in turn. ]
Mn♥...
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[ His hands slip down the back of her panties, gripping and keeping her moving against him. They really must sleep soon, but there's no chance of that happening with both of them being so hot in this moment. Shivering at the fingers on his scalp, he's eager to continue until they've reached climax
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[ Pausing with an airy gasp, Grell's nails gently rake at his scalp. She places a kiss at his chin, peppering them along his jaw between words. ]
Do you-- enjoy stockings, my dear?
[ Moving against him feels good, but their positioning makes it difficult to get enough bearing to make things really interesting. Dashing her inner thigh up and along his hip, she hooks her leg over his middle so that she may shift his weight on top of her just so! ]
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[ Said as he runs a hand down the leg that's tightened about his middle. The angle of his head tilts slightly, silently urging Grell to explore that sensitive zone once more. ]
Garters, as well.
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[ She mutters into his ear, just before tracing her tongue along its shell with a feather-light touch. Ever so slightly, the points of her teeth drag down the lobe, as she moans so sweetly. It's much easier to obtain solid friction, now, and it it slowly driving her into madness. ]
I think we shouldn't spoil the surprise beyond that.
[ With his request to explore, Grell first suckles just so, right below his ear. On to carefully tease his skin with her sharpened teeth, and swathe the superficial scrapes with her tongue. ]
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[ A groan and slight shiver at his neck's attention. Many would be terrified of Grell baring her teeth around them, even with the threat of them slicing their skin, but William knows Grell well enough that he doesn't flinch the slightest at the slight pricks. She's well enough aware that, go to far with it and she'll be out of this bed in an instant.
With that, those tender spots being teased has William's cock straining against the fabric of his pants, aching to be released. ]
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[ Breath becoming labored, she mutters against his neck betwixt the kisses. Grell's heightening desire has her hands exploring shamelessly - massaging down the back of his neck and over his shoulders, admiring the definition of his collar and swell of his chest. Venturing to tug up his shirt, she'll feel what she can of his sides, the dip of his back-- and, grabbing onto his ass, her hips buck into his with a moan. ]
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[ While her hands are occupied with coaxing short, heavy groans from him, his own slip under the waistband of his pajama bottoms. They're shifted down, just enough to free his arousal. The same is done with Grell's, fingers trailing along the delicate lace until they're pushed down just below her hips. Grell's next grind will let their freed cocks slide up one another, the friction of which is even more intense than before. ]
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[ At first, she thinks he must just been keen on finishing himself off, so his touch is a pleasant and very welcome surprise. Her voice hitches into a groan, nails pleasantly dragging along the skin of his backside - she also seeks to take his lips in a kiss, tongue dashing between them in hopes of one more intimate than their last. ]
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Succumbing to his advance, Grell's hips quiver as she grinds into him now. Her roaming hands shift along his waist to encircle her arms about him, holding their chests close as they indulge in their kiss. It's heaven. ]
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Hands finding their way back into his hair, her fingers lightly wind into those black locks. She desperately wants him to take her, but she's already so close - it's the intoxication of that craving that makes her cry so sweetly. She's close, very close, and dissolving into whimpers and moans. ]