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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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[ 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.

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

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

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.

Yes, darling!

Thank you~♥

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

Oooooooh, I can't wait!

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

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

[ 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. ]

[ William looks down at the traveling fingers. ]

I have a vague idea. Perhaps you should elaborate.

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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

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~.

[ 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. ]

But--mmmmmm~!

[ Thus silenced, Grell submits to the force of William's argument! He shimmies his hips a little, so that his tight trousers can slide down. ]

[ Since Grell seems to have the pants issue under control, William focuses his attention on the buttons of Grell's shirt. He flicks them open with his fingers, one after one, until he's able to slide the garment off of Grell's shoulders entirely. ]

Haaaa~!

[ He's naked now, apart from his red lace panties - and his trousers which are puddled around his ankles. ]

Good thing I never intended to wear a white dress...

And why is that, exactly? Not that I expected anything else.

[ He'll leave the panties on for now and move to start disrobing himself. The tie is loosened and his clean white shirt is pulled free from being tucked into his trousers. ]

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Cos white is so ordinary. And it isn't me!

[ And Grell will help with the unbuttoning and the hooking and the tie removal. His fingers slide beneath the waistband of William's trousers, grabbing his hips and grinding. ]

Don't you agree, darling~♥

It is certainly you.

[ William braces himself against the fridge, one hand on either side of Grell's face and grinds back eagerly. ]

However, I will not be wearing a red suit, if the thought crossed your mind.

[ Griiiiiiiiiiiiiiind.

--Giggle! ]

You in a red suit? Hahahahahaha~!

And that is precisely the reason. I will not have you laughing at me on our wedding day.

[ Good thing Grell never saw him in his starry circus suit! He would have never heard the end of that one. Even though the outfit was entirely necessary and blended in completely... or, you know, not. ]

[ Good thing Grell never knew about the bunk-sharing with Sebastian... ]

Sweetheart, you'll look smashing in a black morning suit.

[ He seizes William's hand, on purpose to lead him to the bedroom.

Except.

His trousers are still 'round his ankles, so he trips and pitches forwards! ]

[ You're lucky your fiancé has cat-like reflexes, or you would have done a faceplant just then, Grell!

William catches Grell from behind, arms around his middle. One fluid motion and Grell is hoisted up over William's shoulder and hauled off to the bedroom. ]

Oh!

[ Hoisted! ]

OOOooooooOOOOooooooh~!

What a man you are~♥

Honestly, I do not understand how you can be so clumsy sometimes.

[ He tosses Grell down on the bed and continues to work the buttons on his shirt. ]