Releasing the next chapter a little sooner than I wanted to. I'm starting work tonight and didn't want to forget. Another thing, based on some reviews I got it sounded unclear who Jack is. Yes in the story he is Grell's identical twin brother, however he is also a play on 'Jack the Ripper' whom Grell was half of. Think of it like this, I took Grell and split him in two. ^.^
She stood frozen in the doorway for a moment. Grell had almost forgotten what rich looked like, even if it was furnished to suit William. Monochrome colors for the most part, though there was a touch of blue here and there. Not cluttered with personal belongings, the furniture was plain and simple, though clearly high priced. Everything was neat and proper, not a speck of dust in sight.
William shut the door and locked it behind them, placing his keys in a bowl made of polished dark wood on a stand by the door. He then went about his evening routine, albeit somewhat awkwardly. Grell guessed he wasn't used to having houseguests. Finding the living room was easy enough and she took a seat on the end of the sofa, kicking her heels off and tucking her legs up underneath her.
She felt indebted to William. He had invited her to stay here and had not asked for any sort of remuneration, at least not yet. Grell didn't have much money and nothing to give him if he did ask. Well, she had one thing. He had already purchased it in fact, but she had never given him what he had paid for. She could give him his 'merchandise' and more in lieu of payment. She didn't bother to consider that she was about to do this for any reason. After this night, she would put her previous way of life behind her completely and that would be the end of it. Then perhaps they could fuck just for the fun of it. They could even play 'house' for a time.
Getting up from the couch, she looked about the flat for William and found him in his bedroom unbuttoning his dress shirt. William had been preparing to get in the shower when Grell closed in and with nimble fingers, started working on the buttons as well. "Sutcliff, what-" She tipped up and caught him in a kiss. The fabric was slipped from his shoulders with ease as William kissed back and began undoing her blouse. Her intentions had quickly made themselves clear in the way she kissed him and the way she was kissing him was driving him crazy.
He hoisted her up and laid her on the bed and crawled upon it to lie above her, then removed the rest of her clothing. Grell helped him slide out of his trousers and underpants, exchanging kisses. William brushed against her and she moaned. It sounded sweeter to him than he could have imagined. She rubbed against him in return.
He stopped. He had never done this before, not with someone who was physically male. The last time had been quite some time ago, before attending university was it? and had no idea what to do next. Grell guessed as much by the expression on his face and took his hand in hers. She directed his fingers to her mouth. "Here, I'll guide you," she said sweetly and took them into his mouth, coating them with a generous amount of saliva. The suggestive way she went about it was incredibly arousing, imagining where else her tongue could be used in such a manner. When she was satisfied with the amount of saliva on them, she brought his hand down to her anus and instructed him on what to do next.
"Like this?" he asked, nervous and wanting to make sure he was doing it correctly.
"Yes…mmhnn…has anyone told you; you are quite good with your hands."
"All those violin lessons, I suppose," he jested. She laughed a little.
"Now the second one," she instructed when she felt ready for it and finally the third. When she was fully stretched, she pushed him down onto his back and straddled him, applying more saliva to his member before sinking down slowly onto it with a moan. Using all her skill and experience, she gave the best experience she had ever given to a man, loving every little moan and gasp she elicited from him. Focusing solely on his need, she neglected her own.
He felt so good inside her. It wasn't going to take much more before he came. William was so distracted by the sensations Grell was stimulating, enchanted by the movements of her hips, the feel and smell of her skin, the softness of her hair. Everything.
He gripped her hips tightly and thrust up into her. His muscles tensing, he came hard. Grell smiled satisfactorily at a job well done as his body relaxed. William brought her down for a kiss, rolling them to lie side by side, pulling her close, it was then that felt her neglected member and guiltily took it in his hand. "My apologies," he whispered in her ear.
"William, that isn't…" Her services rendered, payment made. He had no obligation to see to her release, something she could take care of by herself later on.
"Come for me," he whispered, watching her face. She was already near to bursting and did with a sharp cry. He smiled. He had all but said it with his body; he might as well admit it with his voice. "I l-"
"Do you mind if I use your shower?" she asked suddenly. "I can really use one after all that."
"N-no," he answered, taken aback by the interruption. Getting up from the bed, she disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running of water shortly soon after.
The next morning he woke to find the side she had slept on was empty. For a moment, he thought she had left, but then he heard sounds coming from another part of the flat and felt relieved. After dressing, William found her in the kitchen cooking breakfast in one of his spare pajama tops. Just the top, with the sleeves rolled up out of the way.
"Good morning, darling," Grell greeted cheerfully. "I hope you don't mind. I'm not much of a cook, I'm afraid, but I can fry you up a couple of eggs. How do you want them?"
"I can't actually," he answered, checking the time, "I need to be on my way." Believing it to be a belated rebellious phase, William's father had not removed him from his position in the company on the stipulation that William no longer have Grell as his secretary.
Grell eyed his bed head look before it was combed neatly to the style in which he usually wore it. She could get used to that look. He looked younger. "I might be gone later. Just for a short spell," she added at his questioning gaze. "I can't exactly be expected to run in this all the time." She tugged at the hem of the nightshirt.
"Why not?" slipped from his lips then hastily corrected with, "I suppose not." Had she noticed? By the smile that played on her lips, he guessed that she had.
"I'm going to hit a few stores and buy some new clothes."
"Here," he said, pulling out his wallet, he took a card out and placed it on the counter. A spare key was also placed there.
"Will, I can't take your money!"
He could have bitten off his tongue at what he said next and later wondered if it was love that had made him so stupid. He had meant it as a jest, but it all came out sounding meaner than intended. "You have before."
The spatula she was holding was placed next to the stove and she scowled. "That was low, William. Really low." She hated being reminded of what she had once been forced to do for a bit of coin, especially now that she had put it behind her. Grell stormed to the bedroom, locking the door behind her.
William turned off the stove and left the apartment. He would have to apologize later. Perhaps he could buy her flowers and chocolates to help offset her temper. That's what people did right? Did she even like those sorts of things? He supposed he would find out that evening when he returned from the office.
(x)
He always enjoyed the nightlife. The silver haired gentleman, whose line of work was a mystery to everyone. Even to some of his employers. Once a mortician of great cunning and excelled in his craft, he also had ways of obtaining information about everything and everyone, particularly with things dealing with London's underground societies. He had since left preparing the dead for their big day and was currently enjoying a new line of work employed by a secret society, namely a Viscount Druitt and a Ryan Stoker, a scientist, who were interested in seeing if the dead could be reanimated. He had long pondered this himself. There were many close friends he had lost by some means or another and expected to lose the son of one said friends if he did not change the dark path his life was leading him. If he could save him somehow, he would. Those that hired him thought they had him in complete control. He loved a good laugh and was content to let them think that for now as he put their resources to his own personal goals.
The man known simply as "Undertaker" exited 'Pop's', the strip club where Grell once worked. He decided this would be his last visit to the club. It just wasn't the same since his rose had stopped working there. She was a feisty one, and he liked that, even if she couldn't stand him some days, and possibly would have thrown a fit if she ever heard him call her 'his rose'. But if she was happy with her William, then he was satisfied.
The smell of rain was in the air and the sky threatened to pour later that night. He paid the other residents of London no mind as he strolled along down the sidewalk, wondering what he should do with the rest of his night, but then he spotted a flash of red hair, red hair that could only belong to one person. But what was this? She might still be mad at him, but he was going to get to the bottom of this new development even if she scratched out his eyes for it.
Quickening his steps, he hurried to the other side of the street and caught her arm, turning her to face him. "Dearie, what on earth have you done to your lovely locks?" He touched his fingers to the tips of her shortened hair. "Did Willy put you up to this?"
His hand was batted away with a glower. "Unhand me, creep!"
Undertaker was taken aback by the deepness of her voice. It was the same voice, but not at the same time. And her clothes! So very masculine. This was not his rose. "Grell," he said, growing ever more serious. "What is going on? This is not you. Now tell me what has got into you head?" They may not see eye to eye, but he did care what happens to her.
A strange look passed over her features, and then she brightened a little. "You know Grell? Do you know where I might find him? I've been looking for him for some time. We've been separated for many years." The red head's voice grew desperate and worried, "I don't know who you are, but please help me."
"Really, Grell? You are pretending that you are your brother when you have claimed to be an only child? I am well aware of your acting prowess. I wish you would stop this silliness and talk to me, but as you wish. I'll play along for now."
"You will help me find Grell?"
"Sure, sure. I reckon you won't find her too far from William these days."
"Does this William have a last name?"
"Spears. As you very well know. Are you sure you won't talk to me?"
"Spears? As in the garden tool manufacturers?"
"The same."
"Thank you. Thank you very much, kind sir." She briefly shook his hand and disappeared into the night, leaving a concerned Undertaker to stare after her. Perhaps the act was merely a ploy to get rid of him. Whatever the case, he hoped she was okay.
(x)
"Since you fired me, I suppose I should be looking for a new job now…if anyone will hire me. I'll start tomorrow," she said as she dipped her chopsticks into the white box filled with take out Chinese.
"I shall write you a letter of recommendation. That should help," William responded, helping himself to a pot-sticker. "What sort of work are you thinking of applying for?"
"I'm sure," she answered with uncertainty. "And I suppose it will depend on who will hire me."
"You mean because of your record?" And previous work experience, he wanted to add but didn't as it now seemed a touchy subject. The flowers and chocolates had been well received and they had made up.
"I wasn't guilty," she said testily. That temper of hers. William was quickly finding how easily it was to set her off. "But that damned kid and those damned reporters made sure I was ruined all the same."
William wondered if she meant the Phantomhive child. She had mentioned a child before. "And that's why you…?"
"Let's change the subject. I don't want to talk about this anymore. I wonder if Ronnie knows if there are any flats open his building," she wondered aloud.
William looked at her, puzzled as to why she wanted to know that. "You do not want to stay here anymore?"
Grell set the box down and finished swallowing before answering. "Your home is quite lovely, if a bit bland in color. I hope you don't think I'm being ungrateful or anything, far from it…"
"I don't understand."
She wasn't sure she did either, but she knew she didn't deserve him. He was simply too wonderful. He was getting close, too close. Before long, he would be spouting 'I love you's' and the like. What would she do when he did? After what she had done to draw him in…it wasn't real. It couldn't be. It couldn't last. She knew she liked him. That enough alone scared her. As much as she desired to belong to one man, the notion of such a close and personal relationship was terrifying. All the work she had done to turn his head, he was now beginning to turn hers. Flowers? Chocolates? Make up sex? (she really enjoyed the last one. It was better than regular sex.) Maybe it wasn't just now. Perhaps she had been slowly falling for him since day one. Why couldn't they just stay the way they had been, but with sex? "Please don't make this any harder, William. Let's keep this professional."
William's jaw clenched, his muscles visibly tensing at her words. "Having sexual relations with me is 'professional'?"
"That is my job."
"Was your job." William felt his heart breaking. He should have known.
"Payment for your hospitality then," she said heatedly, tossing down the egg roll she had picked up back into the box she from which she had taken it.
"So I am merely a job to you. A means to an end?"
"Oh don't make me out to be some kind of villain. We used each other."
"I buy you clothes. Provide a roof over your head, in exchange for-" He began, his voice growing cold.
"I didn't use one cent of your money. I paid for these out of my own pocket. I just said I was going to be looking for someplace else to live. You won't have to provide that roof for any longer than is necessary." Her words became clipped and biting. "If you're that worried about it, I can move out tonight. Right now even!" Her chopsticks were thrown onto the coffee table and she got up. Grell headed to the bedroom and gathered her things. At least she would have some possessions this time when relocating.
William followed her and stood in the doorway. "Whatever you may think, I was not using you."
"Everyone uses each other, William, that's just the way the world works. Get used to it."
"I won't," he answered. Grell scoffed at him. "I don't think you truly believe that either."
"You don't know what I believe! You know nothing about me."
"And whose fault is that?"
She sneered at him. He was right, and it irked her. Before she left, she would get one answer though. "You came to my house and started to ask me out, but then changed your mind, then changed it again. Why?"
"Is that what this is about?"
"Just answer the damn question."
William dropped his gaze, thinking about his answer. It was best they have it out now. He would get to the bottom of this. If she still wanted to leave, he would let her, that is if he still wanted her there. "I meant what I said then. I could not stop thinking about you. I began to bare my soul to you, but then…then I began to question my judgment, however I still could not get you off my mind. You are so unlike any creature I have ever encountered before…" William looked back up at her and his eyes hardened. Cold and distant they had become. "However, it appears I was correct to question myself and I stand by what I said to your friends at the café. You weren't there to hear it, but I am sure they got the message to you."
"They didn't have to tell me. I heard every word. And you were right! You've known all this time. I don't see why it shocks you so that I am the way I am."
"You heartless creature. It is because you brought color into my dull grey existence. My heart was as cold as ice before you warmed it with your fire. I suppose 'love' really is just a profession to you. You want to know why I invited you to live with me? It wasn't for my personal pleasure, or gain. It wasn't to use you, to have sex with you. It was because I loved you and cared about you. I was under the impression that you felt the same, but it seems now that I was mistaken. A man does have to pay you to spend time with him."
"Say it plainly, to my face!" she dared.
"Whore." He said it firmly with no emotion.
They stared each other down until William commanded in a low voice, "Get out."
"I am." Her things were gathered up in her arms, holding her shoes in one hand she made her way to the front door. William had stepped out of her way by going onto the balcony. He had said it, she realized. She hated herself, what she had just done. He truly had loved her, but it was too late to do anything about it. A right mess of things she had made. Grell tried to tell herself it was for the best. She destroyed everything she touched. How many lived ended or hearts broken because if her? She had lost count a long time ago.
She would get over this almost romance, she told herself as she pressed the button for the Lobby as hard as she could. Putting her shoes on, she left the lift as soon as the doors opened and exited the building just as quick as she could. Grell looked back only once, up the storied building to William's apartment. He was there watching her from the balcony. As soon as she had looked at him, he turned and went back inside, shutting the drapes. "Farewell, my prince," she whispered. "If only this parting were sweet and not just sorrow." She had set out to break his heart and she had. What she hadn't counted on was breaking hers in the process.
"Grell?" A familiar voice called to her.
