The Undertaker's shop was closed for the day - of course, it was Saturday, so no one would really be working. It was dreadfully boring, with no customers and no guests, seeing as they'd all been buried by now. He lay on one of his coffin's lids, limbs and hair splayed about. How he wished for the company of a certain red reaper, she was most entertaining creature he'd met as of late. She somehow managed to make him smile for real, and that was a feat in itself. 'Mayhaps she'd come today?' It would be a nice treat, to have her here. He would never understand why the uptight William always pushed her away and harmed her so.

He was starting to fall asleep, when the little bell at the top of his shop rang. Startled, he leapt up, landing unceremoniously on the floor. A well known giggle floated through the air. 'Speak of the Devil.' He grinned, not at all bothered by the fact that she had intruded. He intruded in everyone's personal space after all - he really couldn't judge. "Hello, Unny~ Quite the predicament you're in, huh?" She stood by his feet, her high-heeled boots slightly nudging his own. He traced her outline, thankful for having such longs bangs so she wouldn't notice. A hand was stretched his way, which he all too eagerly accepted. "Why 'ello, m'lady. Wasn't expecting on having company today, you see." He was brought to his feet by a strength that didn't seem to match her size. Long hands with obsidian claws patted down his robes, to at least look more presentable.

"Honestly I hadn't planned on arriving, but William is in a rather prissy mood, so I can't bother him - he won't even let me be in the Reaper Realm! Can you believe that?" Her hands were making exasperated motions as she paced. "I would be annoying Bassy now, but he's such a bore as of late." She pouted and fell onto an open coffin, laying dramatically as if dead. The mortician laughed, amused by the younger's antics. She lifted her head to watch him, loving the sound. It wasn't the creepy or scratchy laugh she was used to hearing when he was around humans. This was a real laugh, and the fact that she was the one to bring it made her smile.

"Oh! How dare you laugh at a lady's misfortunes, you scoundrel!" She tried to lift herself off from the casket, but her gloves made her slide on the wood and back into it. She squeaked as she fell, a small 'oomph' sounding when her back reached the bottom of it. Undertaker couldn't take it, she was just so funny! He went over to her and peered down. "Forgive this old loon, m'dear. He always forgets his manners you see." He stared into her eyes, just like his own yet so different. They glowed in a way no others did, as if they had a fire behind them. He was not aware that his bangs had parted, too lost in the acidic pools of emerald and gold beneath him. She was staring right back at his. Eyes that to her were jewels, eyes that couldn't lie. A giddy warmth spread through her chest, but she refused to let herself blush in front of this beauty. Shyness was not her strong point - but flirting was.

Her signature cheshire smirk slid into place, exposing the dangers that were her teeth. Her eyes lidded in a devious way. Her hand came to rest behind her neck, the other toying with a strand of crimson hair. "See anything you like, Undertaker?" She said it so smoothly, voice like freshly poured wine. Both her hands came up to play with the silver locks that fell on her, tugging at them playfully. Her smirk only widened when he realized he had been staring. He fumbled quickly to lean away, snatching her glasses in the process. She let out an indignant yelp as he stepped away.

"Hehehehe~ My lady forgets that I can't see too well, for I have no glasses to call my own." He giggled, dancing away in childish delight when she came up to snatch them back. "Hey, those are mine!" She reached for them, but was much too short. He was incredibly tall, looming over her for some inches. His long arms were stretched over him, making it impossible for her to grab them. "Give them! I need those!" She jumped, not quite reaching as he had once more danced away. The mortician chuckled. What a fun game they were playing. She tried and tried again, but failed each time.

"You're doing quite fine without those, m'dear. There would be many who wouldn't even see past their noses." She reached again, this time managing to lower his arm, but it wasn't enough to take them. She let out a frustrated sigh, cursing at her shortness - even when wearing heels. "Undertaker~ It's not fair! Give them back already!" Her hands clasped around his sleeve, yet didn't get the chance to take the spectacles as he passed them to his other hand. "M'dear, that wasn't so ladylike." He chided. "Lets play a game. I'll give these back when you learn how to use your other senses and stop relying on your sight so much." He giggled as she leapt, this time her fingers grazing her red glasses. She muttered a curse under her breath, this time listening to the other's footsteps. "Good, good, you're learning now." He kept laughing at her tries, amazed at how easily she was starting to pick up on it. She was so lovely to watch, her movements ever graceful like a feline's.

At the same moment, Grell enjoyed the game. It felt so good to be around someone who didn't hate nor disrespect her. He always found a way to cheer her up, to make her smile. Without her sight, her other senses intensified, as he has claimed they would. That also meant that the sixth sense the reapers had for sensing auras was also at a higher capacity. She felt the warmth and care coming off the other in waves, the affection, and couldn't help but feel slightly overwhelmed. She kept jumping, feeling his eyes follow her every move.

"Come on, this is getting old!" She tried, failing once more. 'He wants me to use my other senses? I'll show him!' She curled her left palm into a fist, pulling it back and hitting him in his stomach. Startled, he yelped at the slight pain - thank Death she hadn't hit his scars- and curled into himself. Her other hand yanked him by the collar, bringing him down and smashing their lips together. His eyes went wide at the unexpected contact. Soft lips kissed his own with fiery passion, making him wrap his arms around the petite reaper to pull her closer. Her hand slid up his chest to hold his own while the other entangled itself in his hair.

He felt her tongue probing his lips, and he instantly gave it access. She pulled away, giggling. The hand that was on his had taken back her precious glasses, delicately placing them on her face once more. "Tsk, tsk. It's rude to tease a lady so, Undertaker. Didn't I tell you that already?" He looked at her dejectedly. He had thought...nevermind. Why would he allow himself to think that if they never wanted to be around him? Why would a reaper like her want to be with some creepy, old loon?

She went to stand before the mortician, placing a now glove-uncovered hand on his cheek. "Though I must say," she leaned in, standing on the tips of her toes to whisper into his ear, "I rather liked the game. Specially the last part." He gasped, surprised. There were those sinfully delicious lips on his again, this time her tongue coming in and stroking his own. He came back from his shock, returning the gesture. A low rumble sounded in her chest when she giggled, pulling away. "I've got to get back now, but I'll be back soon enough, darling~" She winked, swaying her hips as she headed for the door.

"Not fair, m'lady." He complained following her, intent on having her stay. She only smirked. "You tease me, I tease back. I'm a lady like that." She blew him a kiss and left, leaving a confused and happy Undertaker in her wake. She would be hard to conquer, but she was worth the trouble. It wasn't everyday that one met a Reaper like Grell Sutcliff. "Come back soon, my lady." He went back into his shop, surprisingly giddy and no longer bored. She'd be back soon, he knew. Hopefully then, he would make her his.

Hey guys, first of all, what's up? Idk, but I feel like I have to talk to you as if we were chatting or something O.o I'm just weird. Anyway...Ignoring my internet awkwardness when I'm not writing, this was a prompt I found on Tumblr and decide to make into a series or compilation of sorts to vent my Undertaker x Grell feels. Any prompts you might want to add or anything, feel free to leave a comment and I'll be honored to take the request (giving you credit where it's due, of course.) I hope you've enjoyed and please if you wish, leave a review!

BTW: We all know this but it wouldn't hurt to mention that Yana Toboso owns the Kuroshitsuji characters...me? Only this story ;)

PPS - Prompt: Person B, the tall one in the relationship, holding objects high above their head just to watch a short Person A try to jump for it.

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