Oh Mona! Goddess of
Solitude; posses my lust
Oh Mona! Goddess of
Lust; posses my ways!
Frozen in time, sigh askew
Wedding veils and white linen rotting anew
With the phallusy of her sensuality
Poured into a phanto'sy of faustiaphobia
She speaks of beauties in an atrocious way
Dark erotica in constant play...
Grell could not sleep that night despite the comfort of the bed William had given her, she just couldn't seem to tire her mind out despite how exhausted her body was. She still had a fever, which had stabilized, and she was holding a damp, cool clothe to her forehead. It had been a long, few days...First she was attacked a demon and she has yet to find her lover, next she fell ill from the child growing in her womb, then the medical staff tried to kill the child in her womb, and next William lied to cover up her affair? And to demand that she get a divorce from the mortician as part of their bargain? Not only that but actually live with William and keep him company? Some months ago the red-head would jump for joy if William wanted him to live with him, but she had changed.
She wasn't sure what had changed about him. He did look at her differently sometimes, that was expected of course. Grell had changed quite drastically, yet even that conclusion didn't sate her curiosity. The way he had kissed her face and held her, came to her aid when she needed it most was not William. Surely he'd save Grell from certain death but he'd never allow her illicit affairs to go unpunished. Grell had broken the law by being with the mortician and had broken several other laws by sleeping with him and just by being pregnant with his child. William didn't seem angry with her, in fact he saw this as an opportunity. He did say he was lonely.
Grell shifted uncomfortably in the bed, lonely...lonely...Did that imply he merely wanted her in his home to be his consort?
"Grell?" the door creaked open, it was William, "It's almost midnight, are you asleep?"
Lying on her back she knew she couldn't open her eyes, she remained limp with her eyes closed in a relaxed manner, her arm lain lazily over her forehead to keep the rag in place. She heard William sigh in relief, his room was right next to hers. He probably heard her tossing and turning over the hours. Worried as he seemed to be she wasn't surprised he would check up on her. She expected him to leave, he didn't though. Instead he shut the door and walked over to her, leaning over her bed. She felt his fingers on her arm, if she had been breathing her breath would've hitched in her throat. He lifted her arm up and removed the rag over her forehead with the other, placing it back in the bowl and laying her arm down at her side so she could be more comfortable.
Grell shifted slightly in her 'sleep,' sighing softly as she moved. William paused for a moment before grabbing the rag from the bowl again, squeezing most of the water out of it before he turned back to Grell. He felt her neck and forehead first, noting her temperature was still high and began to dab the clothe over her face and neck. Ah, that felt wonderful, Grell thought momentarily. She hadn't realized how hot the rest of her body was from the fever, only her forehead. It felt nice to have some moisture on her dry, heated skin. She began to feel a tad uneasy though as William's hand ventured downward.
He began to dab her at her shoulders and collarbone, continuing downward to the chest line of her chemise. He began to press downward slightly before pulling back, dabbing upward to her neck, shoulders, and face again. Once he had repeated the procedure he stopped, placing the rag back in the bowl. For a moment there was no movement, she then felt the bed creak. William was crawling into bed with her! No, he wasn't...He was sitting on the bed. He leaned over her once again, he laid his head on her stomach. Ah, he was probably just curious and wanted to feel the baby...Or hear it...Whichever. His hand begin to gently rub her hip and thigh, Grell struggled to keep silent. She was so ticklish!
"Hm..." she shifted a but, feigning waking moments, "Undertaker?"
"Shh," William sat up, straightening his pajamas, "It's me. I was just checking on you,"
"Mm..." Grell fluttered her eyes a bit, sitting up, "You should be asleep,"
She stretched, feigning a yawn and rubbing her eyes, "You have work in the morning,"
"I called in a late memo for tomorrow, I'd like to see you off after breakfast. Make sure you're well before I leave, it is my child, after all," William told her.
"No, this is just an act," Grell sighed, staring out the window, "The real father is out there...Somewhere..."
She rubbed her stomach softly, "Why hasn't he come looking for me...?"
Grell felt a small twinge of heartache erupt in her chest, a few tears cornered her eyes but did not have the will to fall. She wanted to keep clinging to the hope that her husband was out there, that he was looking for her and he'd be there to help deliver their baby. They had discussed a home birth, and although it was a tad off-putting, she consented. It was only right he saw his baby once before it was torn away from him to the legal custody of her superior...
"You're crying," William wiped her cheek, "You'll wear yourself out,"
"I am?" Grell laughed somewhat, touching her cheek, "Oh..."
She wiped her eyes, "I should be getting back to sleep,"
She laid back down, pulling the covers over her, "Good night, William,"
Yet I cannot perform on her such blights
In every tale of erotica, sex is a rite
Passion's delight