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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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[ 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. ]