(Will/Grell/ platonic Eric, but the rest of the reapers are here as well)

Grell's a female in this one, simply because I lament the lack of female Reapers in the series (even though they do technically exist) and I don't want to create OCs.

Kuroshitsuji and all its characters belongs to Yana Toboso.

Ronald Knox's idea of a Shinigami Speed Dating Night was, naturally vetoed off by William. Never before he had heard such a ridiculous notion, and that's saying a lot, considering the amount of…colourful characters the London Dispatch branch had been saddled with. The Supervisor sometimes wondered if Reapers were sent here as some form of punishment.

"Why are you doing this?"

Grell paused, lipstick halfway to her mouth, one pencilled eyebrow cocked up in surprise. The rest of the boys were waiting for her in the pub and she, naturally, was the last person to get ready.

"What is it, Willie love?" she asked. "Is there a spelling mistake in my report?"

"No, I mean…you have your own cubicle. Why can't you just get ready there?"

"What, and have all the other blokes watch as I strip? Do you really want that?"

William's expression hardened as he glared at her. "I hope you're not expecting me to answer that."

She laughed, waving a hand dismissively. By now she was immune to that Look. When it comes to William, she had the self-preservation of a plastic duck in a cyclone. Perhaps that was what keeping her safe all these years. She was never afraid of him, unless when he's really angry.

"Will, you have a cupboard in here which contains – let's face it – two spare suits, a pair of shoes and a mummified moth. There's plenty of space left! So I thought it wouldn't do much harm if I were to maybe bring over some of my clothes so that yours won't be so lost and alone in there."

"Charming," William dryly said as he scrutinized the report before him. "I'm sure they'll get along just fine, reproducing until they form a small colony. Before I know it, the doorway to a magical kingdom sprouts up from the back."

"Ooh, you really think so?" Grell spun around, eyes sparkling.

"No."

She sagged, exasperated. "Look, it's not like I invaded your personal space. All I did was bring in my clothes and this mirror," she said, tapping the one stuck on the wall beside the door. "After all, a lady must always look her best. Don't you agree?"

"That is my point precisely. Why'd you bring them in the first place? I mean…why here?"

"I already told you, darling-"

"Why me?"

"Huh?"

For a few seconds, the Goddess stood there with a perplexed expression on her lovely made-up face. Once again Planet Grell had to retune her antenna to match Planet William's wavelength.

She suddenly smiled.

"What you're really asking," she said, sauntering over to his desk, "is why I chose you? Why I want you?"

"I wouldn't exactly put it that way, but…"

"Hm?"

"Yes, I suppose so."

"Oh, Will…if only you'd been listening to what I've been saying all this while, then surely you know the answer by now!" she exclaimed, happy that they were actually having this kind of conversation. Usually when they were in the office, it was always work related. Come to think of it, it was work too whenever they were alone outside. Hmm.

She'd have to fix that up eventually.

"You're such a hard worker, Will," she said, oiling her way onto his lap. He had to stop whatever he was doing: Grell's hips was like an invading Spanish flotilla…it's still coming whether he liked it or not. Slender arms wrapped around his neck. "You need someone to remind you to loosen up a bit. Besides, you really are the most darling man I've ever met!"

William frowned. He and 'darling man' shouldn't be in the same sentence. It could cause World War 3.

"If you can't come up with a tangible reason, then don't bother!" he said, attempting to dislodge her.

She held on fast. "Alright, alright…fine. I'll give something that at least you would understand." She paused, sucking in a breath dramatically. "You can spend your entire, eternal existance searching all four corners of the earth; maybe do a little bit of research, ponder things over in that adorable anal retentive way of yours-" she wrinkled her nose teasingly at his disgusted expression, "And I promise you this: you will NEVER find any woman other than myself bold enough to get within three feet radius from you, much less put up with all of your…um, quirks."

She beamed.

He glared.

"I don't have quirks."

"Sure you do, Willie love. Everybody does."

"If I did, then I would know about it."

"Of course, of course. Nobody knows you as well as you do," Grell sagely nodded, but with a twisted smirk on her lips.

She surprised him with a kiss. He, hesitantly at first, responded.

"Now, look here," she said, breaking away. She placed her right hand flat on the desk, palm downwards with fingers stretched apart. "Don't you think my hand's looking a wee bit empty, darling?"

William took note the garish red nail polish, the graceful contours of her fingers, her pale skin…

"No. Why?"

Her grin never left her face. "They say diamonds are a girl's best friend."

"It's not shoes?"

"Well, a lot of things are…but you can't wear shoes on your finger now, can you?"

"Then diamonds can be anything. Earrings, bracelet, ring-" William broke off, realization dawning. "You mean, you want us to…"

"Silly, we're not booking a chapel and priest anytime soon. I just thought that it'd be a nice gesture, that's all."

"I'm very sure I didn't miss our anniversary…"

"No, darling. That's months away." She patted him as she got up, whispering in his ear: "I take Tiffany's and Cartier. I believe they're having a sale right now."

She called over her shoulder as she made her way back to the mirror. "Be a dear and write that down in your calendar. In case you forget. Although, I know you never would. You have such good memory, Will! I wish I could remember half the things you do. Oh, and…" she paused in her primping and turned around. "I know I have one valid reason for loving you."

William looked up, expectant.

"It's because only I can speak William, darling."

The smile he gave her was fleeting, like lightning…but it was genuine. Affectionate.

Warm, even.

Grell finished up and now stood in the middle of the room, arms outstretched. "Now give your Grellie Jellybaby a nice big hug. Go on!" she commanded.

"No."

"William T. Spears, do not make me go over there and get you," she growled menacingly.

He leaned back and met her eyes with his own challenging stare. "I dare you to."

She was taken aback, but a crafty grin soon split her face in half.

She was rubbing in on him.

But only just. Barely even a scratch on the surface.

Yet that's still good enough for her.