You know what pisses me off? These 10, 20 year old movies still under Pay-Per-View...WTF!
William shifted uncomfortably as Grell's hands massaged his shoulders and upper back. Honestly when Grell said she wanted him to sit next to her he hadn't imagined she'd be touching him like this. He was grateful that she'd not wandered beneath his shirt and vest, but the mere idea of what she was doing brought him discomfort. It wasn't so much that he didn't mind Grell touching him-the red head had done so on numerously accounts! Most of the time he tolerated it (as long as it didn't get ridiculously expansive) and yet the feel of Grell's hands touching him...
"William?" Grell interrupted his train of thought, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and resting her head in the crook of his neck, "You seem distraught...Were you really that worried about me?"
She purred into his ear, "Oh, so tragic my love!"
William shivered, whether in discomfort or disgust he did not know, "Grell, this is highly unprofessional,"
He could feel Grell's breasts against his back, it was terribly upsetting. Not that the feeling of her breasts against his back was unpleasant, in a small way he found himself even enjoying the feel of the plump flesh! His concern had melted away, yet he felt it still remained. He was still worried that whatever happened to Grell was all for a negative outcome, but at the same time he was also relieved and fascinated by what the red-head had become. A female, the first female their extremely underpopulated Division had seen in over twenty years. The war between demons and reapers had almost collapsed their society, that is until the remaining reapers in the London Division moved into Europe and renovated the Catacombs. Slowly but surely reapers all around Europe recovered, but in a desperate attempt to see to that reapers had no future, all females were wiped out. Well, that was not entirely true. There were female reapers but in scarce number.
The Labyrinth is what allowed the reapers to recover, and the London Division was being run by new reapers-Elders gladly taught them. It was decided that William T. Spears would direct the affairs of the Labyrinth. He would take care of the expenses, do inspections to solve any cracks in the system, and keep records on all the demons. He also tracked demons down, investigated them and their case, and arrested them. Grell Sutcliffe was appointed the Warden, he was dangerously brutal and deemed perfect for the job. He was in charge of torture, interrogation, and keeping the prisoners in check. Ronald Knox and Eric Slingby were guards, often they did the little things the Warden had no time to. They also assisted William T. Spears when hunting and tracking demons that escaped on their transit to the Labyrinth. Alan Humphries had been demoted to a Recording and Filing position, and he was very good at it. Every now and then they'd be called away to reap with substitutes to tend the Labyrinth
For over twenty years they maintained their order, and Grell Sutcliffe-normally a rather rambunctious reaper who was prone to distractions-had bettered his reputation with their superiors back in London for his phenomenal work on demons. His methods of execution proved quite useful and not only did he rip out a demon's soul, he had used their Cinematic Records to learn more about their species and thus make the Labyrinth a more effective prison. He had many accomplishments since becoming Warden, and William, although he did not admit it, had been proud of Grell. Even now his pride wouldn't let him speak his deepest concern for Grell; would he die? Now even that question was being diminished by a even greater voice; desire.
Reapers functioned very similarly to humans, aside from their supernatural status and abilities, they were very similar to the mortals they reaped. Thus, it wasn't uncommon for William to feel desire. All reapers were prone to desire, but the question was what was he desiring?
"Hm..." Grell cooed gutturally as she nuzzled William's shoulder, "Would William be kind enough to walk me home?"
"I..." he paused for a moment, the burst of desire persuading him into thinking deeply about how he should answer. If he did walk Grell home perhaps he could explore this desire? The most carnal of images were passing through his head in a blurry haze. He wasn't quite certain what he was imagining, but he knew that this desire was unprofessional, "I am certain you're well enough to walk yourself home,"
Grell sighed and backed down, laying down her side and facing away, "Fine..."
William sighed and turned to her, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Just because you've had a rather drastic gender change doesn't mean I'm going to treat you any differently. Besides, who's to say this is permanent? I see no point in treating you differently,"
He stood, "You'll be leaving later tonight if Gregory confirms it. Take a week off to recover, you suffered some serious seizures and need to recoup. I will personally take your place as Warden until your return, and do purchase more suitable uniforms. I won't have you walking around in those ghastly ballgowns,"
He pulled his eyes away from her and walked out of the room, leaving his jacket. He'd come back to get it later. As he left the room Grell sighed sadly, it wasn't that she was sad, she was just a tad disappointed. Eversince the academy and her final exam-oh how that memory made her shiver and wriggle about in pleasure-she always felt close to William. Even if the brunette was unresponsive to her romantic endeavors she had been hoping he'd warm up a bit to her new, woman self. Oh well, maybe she'd have share her charms with him later? As of the moment she began to think of the Undertaker. Oh, how would she thank him for the wonderful gift he gave her?
She blushed, oh he was such a beautiful man. Maybe there was a future for the two of them? She giggled, hugging her middle. She could have children now after all, it'd be a blessing from Heaven to bear a beautiful man's baby. Breathing in blissfully, she closed her eyes and clutched William's jacket tight around her shoulders. It was best she'd get some sleep.
"Ms. Sutcliffe?" Gregory gently shook her awake. Grell whined as he held an oil lamp to her face, "Ms. Sutcliffe, wake up,"
"Hmm...Five more minutes..." Grell whined, covering her eyes.
"You can go home now," Gregory sighed.
"Mm? I can?" Grell yawned, sitting up.
"Yes, just one thing," Gregory removed a pill dispenser from his pocket, "Take one of these pills a day,"
"Why?" Grell asked, swinging her legs over the bed.
"Just as a precaution for seizures," Gregory told her, setting her clothes down on the bed (which he had over his arm,) "It's almost midnight, do you want a ride home? I can call a cabbie,"
"No, I'll be fine," Grell shook her head, "Well? Can't you leave now so I can get dressed?"
"Oh...Of course," Gregory hastily left the room. Cracking her neck Grell turned to her clothes; a pair of pants, shirt, vest, bow-tie, and her favored, red jacket. Her shoes were on the ground in front of the bed. Pulling her clothes on she found they were tighter is some areas, looser in others. She'd have to tailor her suits, she still favored them after all. They were comfortable and when it was cold out the clothe would keep her warm. It'd be a shame to waste such expensive suits. Maybe she'd use the clothe of her pants to make skirts? Since it was Autumn she'd need some warmth on the walk home, she deduced it was rather chilly out.