#02 - Sheets
The moonlight lit up the room.
The sheets rustled: William positioned himself on his side, his back to the red.
The latter was awake and was staring at the scratches that she had inflicted to the other: they were closed and the streaks of blood had dried.
She came close, resting her forehead on the wound skin.
The body of William was warm and the skin smelled of cinnamon. She kissed it.
The flavor was sweet too.
Ironic thing, when the owner of it was cold and bitter.
She put an arm around William, going to cross her fingers with the correspondents of the other.
The brunet was unimpressed and continued to sleep, but he began to tighten up in the new union.
Grell smiled. She felt good in touch with the other: safe, protected, loved, even if the first two things, she thought, were not very consistent with his being.
She didn't need William to feel safe and protected, she had only to remember what she was and how her beloved scythe was impeccable.
She kissed the brunet's back again, only to still savor the flavor again.
This time, however, the other moved himself and Grell was forced to come off, sitting down.
The brunet copied her moves and a pair of green eyes, illuminated by the moon, stared into the eyes of the scarlet shinigami. They were so serious that for a brief second she was afraid, but then William reached out the hand to her.
He relaxed in that gesture and approached the dark.
She crouched in his arms clenched around her hips and her shoulders.
Will's breath stroked her hair and a little kiss was deposited there shortly after.
When he wanted to, even the brunet shinigami knew to be consistent with his own body.
This lifted the sheets, wrapping the red between them.
- If you are cold cover yourself. - he said to her, sounding sleepy.
The other in response stroked his cheek and kissed the corner of his mouth.
-You are enough to me to warm me.-
They fell asleep in the same position of a few hours earlier with the sheets which enveloped them in an equally warm embrace.