A/N: Just a little something for all you Grelliam fans out there. This is a prompt request I got on tumblr on the theme "Yahoo me" - a random celebration. I hope you guys will like it. And sorry for not updating in such a long time, I hope that I'll be back on track soon.
He stood on the balcony, looking at the sky filled with starts. He hated the fact that he had to be there and then, when he would much rather be sitting in his own office, catching up with his report stack that seemed to be overflowing. He was ill-spirited, it happened even to the best of them, and everyone knew that it was his right to be every now and a while.
He sighed as he heard a loud clacking sound of heels behind him. He wanted to be left alone.
Soon a sickly sweet floral scent overpowered his senses and he knew exactly who was behind him.
"Will darling! What is this, why are you here all alone~? Are you hiding from me? Or maybe you wanted me to find you so that we could be alone~?" a high pitch chuckle escaped the Red Shinigami's lips.
"Grell..." he uttered under his breath, trying to ignore his most persistent subordinate. He knew from the very start that resistance was futile.
"Oh how I love when you call my name~!" Grell smiled to him, squeezing her arm tightly around his. The scent was bewitching. Will pretended not to listen.
"But you should be wary my dear, calling it with such lack of emotion in you voice could hurt a lady's pride." she placed her head on his shoulder.
"What do you want Grell?" he was being rude again, somewhat unintentionally. He stepped back a step, his eyes finally flying over the Red Shinigami. He almost gasped, but composed himself quickly.
"Do you even have to ask my dear William?" she fluttered in front of him, unfazed by his rudeness. She didn't even notice the look in his eyes as he looked at her.
A perfect, tight red dress coiling around her slim body, a long cut finishing right at the middle of her thigh and revealing her amazing legs. A blood-red corset with a black lace floral design shaping her hourglass figure. Red heels that matched her eyeglasses and silky black gloves.
And her long red hair, the only thing left untamed and imperfect in this design, decorated with a single red rose - like it was there just to test William's endurance.
She finally noticed the way William was looking at her.
"Is there something wrong? Don't tell me there's something on my face~?" she gasped, looking around like a looking glass was going to appear out of thin air.
"Nothing is wrong." he said, grabbing her arm as gently as possible to calm her down. He quickly dropped it, realizing what he was doing.
"Excuse me Grell, I wanted to be alone." he said, fixing up his glasses and checking his tie. Grell gazed upon him, always so impeccable, even in a tuxedo.
"But Will... Today of all days... You shouldn't be alone." she looked a bit worried.
"I'd prefer it like that." he offered her a stoic glance before leaning onto the balcony fence.
"But everyone's here~! And they are waiting for you..." it seemed that her words didn't reach to him.
"Very well William." she leaned on the fence next to him.
"Then at least let me say this..." her lips were so close to his ear, if he had a heartbeat it would surely go mad by now.
"Happy birthday." her breath fluttered against his ear and a light kiss was placed on his cheek.
The scent disappeared too soon after that. He turned, only to see her disappearing behind the glass doors, in the black and white crowd of their co-workers.
"Grell..." he whispered as he pressed his gloved hand on his cheek.
"Thank you."