William groaned setting down the large stack of papers in his superior's desk. He gave a small bow heading out the door pulling out his pocket watch.

'I still have time.'

He went throughout the shops gathering everything he needed for tonight. He never thought they would have a enjoyed each other's company since the beginning. He hurried home placing his bags onto the counters of his kitchen.

'This has to be everything.'

He began to cook their meal. He seemed at ease peeling the potatoes and carrots. He heard knocking, setting everything into the oven taking his mittens off.

"Coming!"

He hurried to the door seeing the redhead standing in front of him. Her bright smile making his heart thump loudly in his chest.

"Did I show up a little too early Will?"

She rocked herself from side to side trying to be cute. She held a two bottles of wine biting her bottom lip.

"I hope you don't mind. I thought we could use something to drink..."

He stared at the bottles knowing he had brought three bottles himself.

"That sounds nice. Please, come in."

He took the bottles and her coat letting her get comfortable. She smiled having the smell of the food hit her nostrils.

"It smells amazing Will. I can't wait to see what my man made me."

His eyebrow raised looking at her seriously.

"I'm not your man."

She moved closer to him pressing their chests together.

"Do you really mean that William? You don't see me as your girl?"

He simply rolled his eyes looking at her. He took a deep breath, carefully choosing his words.

"We're not dating Grell."

She nodded giving one of her famous pouts.

"If only..."

She turned away from him taking a seat at couch. He knew he ruined the mod but refused to apologise. After some time of silence he gave in moving closer to her.

"Grell I'm sorry. I understand that you want a relationship, and I'm glad you think so highly of me to put me on top of your list. However, I just don't know how a relationship would work between us. I'm always busy being your supervisor, let alone doing my own Reaper duties."

She wanted to roll her eyes knowing he was making nothing but excuses. She sat still allowing his hand to rest on her shoulder. He moved closer to her almost pulling her into a hug.

" I know for a fact that there are other supervisors who have families and relationships. I just have a feeling that you're too afraid of what might happen if you fall in love William."

Her voice alone was cold and distant. It sounded firmer than her usual tone with him. He let go of her frame moving away from her ever so slightly. Her attitude gave a clear sign that she was upset by his remarks. But it was nothing new to him. He never had feelings for her. At least, that's what he honestly thought.

"I'm not afraid of love. I know with the job I have will become a huge issue with time. When will I be home? When can we have time together? Do you understand?"

She rolled her eyes knowing he wasn't getting it.

"Never mind Will...let's just try to enjoy the rest of the evening..."

He got up leaving her to take a breath. He checked on the food peeking out to see if she was more relaxed. He noticed she was missing hurrying into the living room. She stood in his blind spot reading the titles of the books he had.

"You seem to have a lot of books on the oddest things. Gardening, manners, baking...things I never thought you'd read...unless they're decorative..."

He frowned staring at the titles.

"I do read those. I may not look like it, but I am a man of multiple talents."

She couldn't help up break into her familiar grin.

"Really now? I guess you should have you show me sometime."

He groaned having the tips of ears turning red.

"That's not what I meant at all. The talents I mean are like sewing, painting, piano...things of that nature."

He combed through his hair with his fingers trying to relax.

"I'm sure you have some talents of your own, don't you?"

She sighed facing him with her arms crossed.

"I was raised in high society. I had to learn violin, piano, singing, dancing, and at least three languages to start. No sé porque me preguntas tanto."

He stared at her blankly. He had no idea what to let slip from his lips.

"You speak Spanish?"

"Oui. Je parle espagnol et français. I can also speak English but that's just showing off."

She grinned knowing that her aristocratic side was showing.

"That's incredible. I'm honestly surprised by that alone Grell."

"Thank you Will. I hardly ever get that reaction from you."

She grabbed his arm dragging him back into kitchen.

"So, show me what you plan to have us eat."

He sighed looking into oven.

"I've made roasted chicken with vegetables. I've also made dessert but that will have to wait."

He straightened himself up making sure to look his best as usual. She smiled leaned on the counter.

"I knew you were a man of many talents. Maybe I could make us dinner tomorrow?"

"That would be nice. Maybe Cleo won't try to climb on me when I'm there."

She giggled thinking of her beloved cat leaving white fur on his clothes.

"She's not that bad Will. She's a sweet girl with a lot of love to give."

He rolled his eyes moving back to the oven.

"She still has a bad habit. I'll consider it."

She crossed her arms standing next to him.

"We've had many good evenings at my place. Why the sudden change of heart?"

"I just told you."

He looked out onto the balcony motioning her to follow him. He shut the door behind them pulling out a packet of cigarettes. He placed one into his mouth holding out the packet to her.

"Want one?"

She stared at him giving a small grin.

"You know I quit smoking William."

He kept it open lighting the one in his mouth.

"I also know you hide a spare box for stressful moments in your office."

She stood in silence looking at the box. She sighed taking one. She placed it in her mouth as he lit the tip. She took a long drag feeling a small release.

"Thanks Will."

"Don't mention it."

She looked down at the burning end feeling the slight shame from accepting his offer. She moved her gaze to him seeing him take another drag. He was so sexy that way. His eyes met hers releasing the smoke from his lips.

"Is there something on my face?"

"No dear...nothing at all."

She took another drag gazing out over the grounds. The others moving across the road heading home while other left for their shift. William moved closer to her keeping a small gap between them.

"I looked back at some old history on us Grell...why didn't you take the supervisor position when they offered it to you?"

"I already told you. That's not my place. A reaper should be out collecting souls, not collecting dust in an office. I like my job just fine."

"It seems you wouldn't take it, even if they decided to pay you double."

She laughed coughing softly on the smoke.

"Not true again. Maybe with triple the money I might."

She leaned close to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Where has the time gone Will? We could've done so much more when we were young."

"We've done plenty in that time. I got stuck with you for our final...I've had yet to get rid of you."

The soft smile she couldn't see rested on top of her head. Grell felt the stiffening in her throat. She nuzzled closer taking another long drag.

"You know, I have no intention of doing so. As insane as you are, I think you're a great senior reaper."

She pulled away looking at him in disbelief. The corner of his lips still posed as to show his affection for her. She leaned up without thinking, kissing him. He stayed perfectly letting the kiss linger. She pulled away slowly looking at him opening her eyes.

"Will...I'm sor-"

"Don't say another word Sutcliffe. Do you know what you've just done?"

He moved closer to her, trapping her into a corner. He lifted her face to meet his. The cold, dead expression on his face.

"Grell..."

He leaned down kissing her deeply. His fingers locking into the vermillion strands. She stood there surprised and shocked over his actions. He pulled away taking her breath with him.

"I uh...I need to check on the food."

He ran passed her going back into his home. She stood on the balcony alone having dropped her cigarette on the ground. She leaned her back on the railing taking in the moment.

"Wh-what?"

William took in his own thoughts peeking into the oven. His heart pounding hard into his ribs. He licked his lips wanting to taste her lips again.

'What was I thinking? What am I doing?'

He slumped down into a squat with his head in his hands. The sound of the door opening brought him out of his thoughts. He got up fixing his suit as he tried to be as stoic as possible.

"Will..."

She came up behind him wrapping her arms around his waist. He held still feeling his body tense up. She hugged him tightly pressing her forehead against the middle of his shoulders.

"I know you don't want to hear it...but I love you."

She felt her bottom lip tremble in between her teeth. The light pressure not leaving a mark to draw any blood.

"Grell...do you hear what you're saying?"

"I know William...you don't believe me."

He turned around lifting her face to his. Her eyes were beginning to water trying to look down at the ground.

"Grell...it's hard to believe you when you hang off the arm of every man you consider handsome."

She pushed him away chewing on her lips with a bite more force.

"Have you ever thought that I only do it when I know you're around? Maybe, just maybe, it might be that I have fallen so hard for you? That I want your attention? That I want you?"

She felt her hands tremble from the bubbling rage. He approached her slowly, keeping his eyes on her.

"Grell...I think you need to calm yourself before you end up making a mistake."

She moved closer to him. Their bodies almost pressing together.

"I may make mistakes...but I at least learn from them."

He moved backwards bumping into the counter. Her body pressing up against his own. He froze up feeling her leg pushing in between his knees.

She pushed herself up kissing him deeply. Her hands pressed against his chest letting it linger. She moaned feeling his own pushing harder against hers. Their hands roaming each other's bodies, pushing away articles of clothing. As they shirts were about to come off, the timer for dinner went off.

"I'm sorry Grell...I have to get that."

She giggled kissing him softly.

"Alright. We shouldn't indulge in dessert before dinner."

She tossed her hair over her shoulder walking back into the living room as best she could with a semi hard erection.

"Ill be waiting."

He ran his fingers through his hair groaning loudly. He took out the food heading into the dining room setting everything up. He began to pour the wine into the glasses.

"Smells amazing."

He turned around seeing her standing at his side.

"I guess it does. I'm glad to see you're hungry."

He serves them pulling out her seat for her. She blew him a kiss taking the seat close to his own.

"Thank you so much Will. I love having time together."

Hia ears turning a dark colour sitting next to her.

"You're welcome. I'm glad that you enjoy my cooking."

She reached out touching his hand. Her thumb running over his own.

"Anytime you want me over Will, all you have to do is ask."

She pulled back digging into her food. He cleared his throat taking his first bite. He moved his leg under the table accidentally bumping against hers.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

She sat up running her leg up against his.

"There's nothing to apologize. You seem to be quite direct."

She got out of her seat grabbing his hand. He looked confused being dragged away to his room.

"Grell...what are you doing?"

"Cheating on my meal."

She open the door pushing him backwards into his bed. He opened his mouth for a second as she crawled onto his lap. She leaned forward with her eyes focused on him. She lowered her head capturing his lips.

He froze for a moment as everything slowed down. His mind went numb feeling her grinding her hips against his. His closed his eyes kissing back. His hands resting on her lower back giving into her.