closed psl.

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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?

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[death_glare]

[ William's next groan is muffled by the intimacy of their kiss. Tongue meeting with hers, he tilts his head slightly so as to deepen it further. As they grind, the precum from William's cock makes for good lubrication, adding another level to the already over powering sensation. It's been a long time since William's allowed himself intimacy with another person - a fact that is showing itself in full. ]

[untodeath]

[ A softly shuddering moan escapes her. Between the passion of their dancing tongues and the slick warmth of William's arousal, her excitement is quick to escalate. And, oh, she surely does not take it lightly that he's broken his long fast for her. The entire ordeal has her heart beating out of her chest.

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. ]

[death_glare]

[ The closer William comes towards that edge, the heavier his breathing gets, causing their kisses to become fast paced and hungry. A hand slides down from where he'd been gripping tightly at her hips, pulling her against him with each grind of his own. It hooks under her thigh, hoisting it up around him. Though he's not intending to take this encounter to the next step tonight, he manages to make a quick mental note to try this position out when they do. ]

[untodeath]

[ The added force is lovely, but it's William's assertion that has her groaning between their mouths, elated with pleasure. Gasping, as he positions her as he sees fit.

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. ]