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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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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. ]

OOOF!

[ Now on the bed, Grell is finally able to direct his attention to the divestiture of his trousers. ]

I'm not clumsy!

[ He flings them across the room. They hit the closet door and slide to the floor. Then Grell attends to his socks (red, of course). He grasps the hem of one of them, and begins to peel it slowly off. ]

I just get - caught up! In the moment.

[ Shirt now off, William works on undoing the notches in his belt. He gets slightly distracted watching Grell's long, slender leg lift into the air, toes pointing to aid in removal of his sock.

He shakes it off a second later, tossing Grell a command. ]

Leave your underwear on.

Hn~! All right.

[ He pulls the sock off and lets it fly - right at William's face. Lying back on the bed, he raises his other leg, and wiggles his toes. ]

You can remove this one, if you like.

[ He has positioned his legs so that they perfectly frame William as he undresses. Grell gawks, shamelessly. ]

[ Of course, William can't help but grumble at being hit in the face with a sock. He adjusts his glasses, which were knocked slightly askew.

Meanwhile, his one hand is currently busy unfastening the button to his trousers and sliding down the zipper. But the other attends to Grell's clothed foot, fingers sliding along Grell's calf until they inch their way beneath the red fabric of the sock and begin to pull it off slowly. ]

Ah! Aaaaah~! AH!

[ Oh, that tickles! With a little titter, Grell pulls his foot away-- ]

How you tor~ment me! Is that any way to treat your future wife, hmmm?

[ Leaving his pants undone but on, William grips both of Grell's ankles, scooting him to the edge of the bed. ]

I would say yes, considering this is you we are referring to.

[ It's more than a little odd hearing Grell refer to himself as William's soon-to-be wife, and it actually being true! ]

[ Grell licks his lips... ]

Too right, sweetie~♥

[ ...and hooks his ankles around William's neck. ]

It's about time you made an honest woman of me!