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[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Who: William T. Spears and Grell Sutcliff
When: Backdated to earlier this evening, around dinner time.
Where: Their flat
Summary: William's got his memory back, and after finding out how he regained it, he has a few things to say to Grell.
Warnings: May escalate from PGish to more of a NSFW rating, so just be forewarned!


[ It would be a severe understatement to say that William merely disapproved of the method Grell had used to revive his memory. A contract, honestly? He probably should have seen this coming. Grell was never one to think things through. Even now, with the deed done, he was trying to convince William that the trade off wasn't that bad at all...

William grumbles something to himself while he stirs up the contents of the frying pan in front of him. Despite all this contract stuff, he'd told Grell they could redo the whole dinner that was completely spoiled due to William coming home and kicking Grell out. He looks to the side where Grell is attempting to complete his half of the cooking. ]

Grell, do not fill the pot up that much. It will just boil over.

[ How this guy managed to feed himself without William there was a mystery. ]

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[deathknellgrell]

[ As much as Grell wants to keep kissing William for all eternity, a competing desire is emerging. He draws away, out of the kiss - to hold up and admire his new shiny ring! He slips it on his left ring finger. ]

Oooooh~!

The ruby is so red - and look at those precious thorns.

It's absolutely beautiful, it's perfect~♥

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

No, something is wrong.

[ William takes Grell's hand, removing the ring.

He pauses for a moment, looking Grell in the eye, then slowly replaces the ring, himself. ]

I told you I was going to do this properly.

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[deathknellgrell]

No! Wait! There's--

[ He looks ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED when William pulls the ring off... ]

[deathknellgrell]

Ah~

[ Clearly relieved, Grell glances from the ring to William and back again. And then, relief gives way to mischief... ]

Going to do it properly, hmmm~?

Then hadn't you better get down on one knee?

☆

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Ah, yes. That is the tradition.

[ For once, William has no qualms complying with Grell's request. He removes the ring a second time, keeping Grell's hand in his own as he kneels down. ]

Grell Sutcliff, will you marry me?

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell hadn't actually expected William to comply so easily; that he'd grumble and protest at being asked to do something so ~ridiculous~ and romantic. Thus this gesture touches him deeply. ]

Yes, William T. Spears. I will marry you.

[ The misery he'd experienced; the grief he remembered - all are fading away. The chaos and madness bound tight in his heart unwind. He is happy. ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Good.

[ William slides the ring back on, giving Grell's hand a small kiss before he stands once more.

He adjusts his glasses, acknowledging Grell's joy with the slightest smile of his own. To think his greatest annoyance could also be his greatest source of comfort and happiness. ]

Now that I am officially stuck with you for eternity, I do not want to hear anymore complaints. Understood?

[deathknellgrell]

[ In a bit of a trance, Grell marvels at the ring, holding it up and observing how the stone catches the light. He is in a state of romantic bliss, absolute perfection... ]

--hmm?

'Tisn't official yet, we've still got to get ~married~!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

We can do so next weekend. Provided I can get caught up enough with the billing for the studio.

[ All set to schedule a quick wedding into his adgenda. ]

[deathknellgrell]

Next weekend.





[ Wait for it, waaaaaaait for it! ]

THAT'S NOT NEARLY ENOUGH TIME TO PREPARE!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Hm. I suppose you are correct. We need to invite the few friends we have made here, perhaps reserve a room at a restaurant for afterwards. And we will need to locate a good place to fit us with tuxedos.

The week after next should be good.

[deathknellgrell]

[ Sputtering ]

That's not enough time either! We need flowers, and music, and cake, and - everything!

And I'm not wearing a tuxedo to my own wedding, that's ridiculous!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ Sighs. Of course, how could William think Grell wouldn't want to go all out on this. ]

We cannot afford a large wedding, especially considering I still have that ring to pay off. And a bridal gown is entirely too expensive, if that is what you had planned on wearing instead.

[deathknellgrell]

A ~lady~ only gets married once in her life!

I'm wearing a red wedding dress with a veil. And a long train!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Honestly, what do you need a long train for, you--

[ But he stops, sighing heavily. He knows the arguing won't stop Grell and, well, he still feels bad. ]

...Fine. But you will be discussing any purchases with me before they are made.

[deathknellgrell]

Yes, darling!

Thank you~♥

[ He flings his arms around William, hugging him tightly. ]

Oooooooh, I can't wait!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ William places his arms around Grell's waist, hugging him back gently. ]

I hope this shows you how much I really do care.

[deathknellgrell]

[ He hums happily. Sometimes a gentle hug is all Grell needs... ]

D'you know you could really show me you care?

[ ...but most of the time, it isn't! Grell walky-walks his fingers up William's chest. ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ William looks down at the traveling fingers. ]

I have a vague idea. Perhaps you should elaborate.

[deathknellgrell]

I'd be de~ligh~ted~!

[ Grell's fingers reach William's tie; but rather than loosening it, he uses it for leverage, to pull William down into a kiss. ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ Grell really didn't even need to pull on William's tie, he was quite willing and ready for that kiss.

He answers it, sliding his tongue along Grell's lower lip, dangerously close to those pointy little teeth of his. But by now, the worry of cutting himself as faded. He knows how to maneuver around Grell's mouth, and even the occasional nicks and slips add more spark and desire to the moment. ]

[deathknellgrell]

[ It always surprises Grell, on some level, when William shows enthusiasm. Everything about him projects reserve. He's always been distant, maddeningly out of reach.

Thus the sensation of William's tongue on his lips; William's ring on his finger - it astounds and delights. He shivers, letting go of William's tie and seizing him by the shoulders, pulling closer. ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ William shows enthusiasm in his own way. By doing what needs to be done - in this case, Grell - in an efficient and effective manner!

Hence why Grell is currently being pushed up against the refrigerator by his hips, and why William's knee is already urging Grell's legs apart. ]

[deathknellgrell]

Nnnn~! Aaaah!

[ Grell is already obligingly spreading his legs. Regrettably, however, he's still got his trousers on, a problem he is in the process of rectifying. ]

M-maybe... oooooh!

[ He hesitates in his unbuttoning. ]

Maybe we should wait. 'Til we're ~married~.

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ William pauses from where he'd been sliding his hands up the back of Grell's shirt, and pulls back slightly. ]

No. Now be quiet.

[ And he busies Grell's protesting tongue once more. ]