Ai-Chan: I'm Back!

Grell: What took you so long? I want to know how my date with William goes.

Ai-Chan: Don't worry, Grell. That's what this next chappie's about.

Grell: YAY!

Ai-Chan: As always I-

Sebastian: *popping out of nowhere* She does not own us, as it would be tragic if she did.

Ai-chan: *fuming* SEBASTIAN! you are definitely going to get it this time. I'm taking Ciel and placing him in a holy tower where you will not be able to reach him, until i say so. 8turns back to readers* Anyway, on with the story.

~William P.O.V.~

I quickly finished my work, once Grell had gone. The quiet of the office seemed foreign without the redhead. I made my way to the front of the building after locking my office, where I was to meet Grell. I hadn't expected him to wear…normal, male attire. He had on a pair of ultra-thin, black skinny jeans, a nice, solid black button-up dress shirt, decorated with a sleek, red tie. He had fashioned his hair into a loose ponytail, and sported solid black VANS instead of his usual pair of heels. In all, he looked astounding.

"Hello, Will."

"G-Grell! You look…well, you look astonishing."

"Really? Thank you! You look handsome, as always."

I feel a bit overdressed, still being in my work attire. I looked over to a faintly blushing Grell, no doubt from embarrassment. I gave a faint smile and began to walk away thinking Grell hadn't noticed, only to be stopped by him.

"Will."

"Yes?"

"You smiled," He gave me one of his more subtle smiles; the ones rarely visible.

"I did? Hmmm…I didn't notice."

"It makes me happy to see one of your rare smiles."

I gave Grell a quick peck on the lips, before taking his arm in mine and going on our way. I led him to a small French restaurant down one of the less traveled streets. Not many people know the restaurant exists, but their food is exquisite. We walked in and were directed to a secluded, window table in the back. The window faced one of the many beautiful views in England; the English Channel. The seclusion was perfect for spending this time with Grell.

After the waiter took our order, we sat in silence until I noticed Grell's fidgeting. Normally, he would be his talkative self, but this silence was unusual. I never thought I would see the day when Grell Sutcliff would be nervous. At least, I believe he is nervous.

"Grell, is something the matter?"

"Just nervous."

"Why?"

"It's our first real date. That's why."

Grell blushed as he answered. It hadn't occurred to me that this was indeed our first real date. Sure, we had gone out to eat or drink, but it was always as colleagues. This is the first time we've been out as a couple. The waiter brought our food, and we began eating in silence.

"Grell?"

"Yes, Will?"

"How was your day?"

"It was fine."

Something must be bothering Grell. He's never this quiet.

"Is something the matter?"

"It's nothing."

Deciding not to press the matter more, we finished our meal in silence. We left the restaurant and made our way to the nearby park for a walk. After some time, I noticed Grell seemed uncomfortable. Normally, I would let him be until he was ready to tell me, but a nagging feeling kept me from being quiet.

"Grell, something's been bothering you since we were in the restaurant."

"It's nothing, Will. I'm fine."

Oh, this stubborn shinigami.

"Grell, it can't be nothing, if you're visibly uncomfortable. Tell me, what is the matter?"

"Fine. I'll tell you what's bothering me."

"Well?"

"*sigh* I just…this doesn't feel right. No, it doesn't feel real."

"What doesn't feel real?"

"This. This date. It feels so fake. I feel as if I'm dreaming. I don't want to wake up from this. Will, I feel if as if I'll lose you when I wake. It scares me."

Grell's eyes began to water, allowing stray tears down his cheeks. Seems I found what was troubling him. How can I make it clear this isn't a dream? He's afraid of losing me, and frankly, I'm afraid of losing him as much as he is of me; maybe even more afraid. I reached up, wiping the tears from his face before kissing his forehead.

"This isn't a dream, love."

"How can I be sure? It seems too good to be true."

"I know."

Another kiss on the forehead.

"I'm scared, William."

"As am I, Grell."

A kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Do you trust me, love?"

"I trust you with all my being."

A kiss on each cheek.

"Then, let me show you how real this is."

I leaned in to give him a soft, yet passionate kiss. Breaking away, I led him to my apartment, to show him how real this really is. What better way to do so than waking up to each others presence?

Ai-Chan: DONE! Long chapter! Damn, these are getting longer. So, i have decided to add MPreg and lemons, seeing as so many of you have wanted one or the other. It really was a close call. Don't worry, Wiliam will not be the one pregnant. It terrifies me to think of him and the moodswings of pregnancy.

William: And what exactly is that supposed to mean? that I am not fit to be a mother?

Ai-Chan: i just don't think it would fit this story, seeing as how Grell is the uke. So, now that Ciel is locked up in a holy tower, and Sebastian is giving me the stank eye, I will proceed to sleeping and dreaming of potential futures. If Sebby even dares to think of giving me nightmares, I swear i will write Fanfic after Fanfic of him engaging in coitus with Claude...with him being uke.

REVIEW! And don't forget, the next chapter is a lemon, limon, citron...you get the idea.