SMEXY TIME~!

Right after some Will-thyme! XD

William turned to the clock at his bed side, it was far past ten p.m, when he went to bed. It wasn't that his bed was hard or lumpy, it was rather soft. It wasn't the sheets, they were made of Egyptian cotton and fine silk. It was his mind, he was unable to shut his mind down at all. No matter how hard he tried to sleep Grell would not stop pestering; all he was able to think about was her. It wasn't uncommon to think about his reapers, but to think so deeply about Grell puzzled him. What was even more puzzling was that these thoughts were highly unprofessional! These were...Sensual thoughts. True, he thought Grell was attractive as a male and the form she was in now was a tad tempting, but she was still the same Grell. What was so special about her now?

He sighed, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. These sensual thoughts weren't something unnatural to William, back in London he had them every now and then. He even courted a few secretaries, had his little share of love affairs (both carnal and platonic,) but aside from that he really had no reason to think about Grell in such a romantic, intimate setting. Imagining those eyes staring up at him in joy and wonder, imagining those thin lips smiling and her slender limbs embracing him everso tightly. As these thoughts trained on that road of blissful ecstasy, he began to realize he was lusting. This was very odd because he and astounding control over his body and how it reacted to surprising events. Why would he be lusting? Grell was very attractive in her new body but he didn't see a reason to lust.

Maybe he was overly concerned? He was thinking too hard about this. Grell was better now and would be back in a week, the first snow would fall, the same order was continue in the Labyrinth. Nothing new would be happening. He decided to get up and take a bath, his body needed a kick into sleep.

Grell hummed softly as she cut some carrots on the cutting board, she was going to make a salad. Her guest was still in the bathroom, drying off. He was probably trying to find a place to put his clothes, Grell's bathroom wasn't exactly large or lavish. All she had was a tub and toilet, since she was required to be as close as possible to the Labyrinth due to her position as Warden, this small, under-equipped cottage was all she could have. Hopefully she'd get some renovation done but for the meantime she had to settle.

"Mmm..." her chest purred from behind, his hand tracing the side of her neck, "So pretty, like a little wife preparing supper,"

Grell giggled, "Well, if you like salad,"

"I'm not exactly in the mood for vegetables," he pulled her closer. Grell squealed softly, he was in nothing but a towel, and it was around his waist. She shivered giddily, oh, was he wearing anything beneath it?

"You're shaking," she purred, nuzzling his chest with the back of her head, "You must be cold,"

She turned to him, smirking almost, "Shall I warm you?"

She leaned up to kiss him, only to be stopped when he placed his hand on her cheek, "Do you love me?"

Grell paused momentarily, staring up into his endless eyes. She had to think on this for a moment. Undertaker was such a intriguing reaper. He took an eerie pleasure in the dead and treated those belonging to the dead with courtesy, and almo provided a sense of irony to each death. Grell was no exception, she was a reaper after all and had completed her share of reaping yearly. He had molded her animated yet deceased body to the form she so desired, he treated her kindly and almost romantically. This had always been what she wanted, after all. To be a beautiful lady and be in the love with the perfect prince who loved her in return.

"Yes, I do," she smiled softly, leaning up to kiss him. The mortician purred and cupped her other cheek, pulling her head up a bit so he could kiss her. Oh, her lips hadn't changed a bit in how they felt against his own. But they were lined with a passion for the man who showed their mistress such great love. Maybe he loved her, he certainly enjoyed her company and her work on those she reaped. She was a flamboyant and interesting character, and offered quite a bit of humor with her antics. She wasn't a punch-line, she was the whole joke! Perhaps even an anecdote. Either way, he knew he would not regret this night.

Gently, he slid his hands down her arms to her waist, where her wrapped his arms around her hips and picked her up. Grell whined, naturally, from the sudden shift in her position, but moaned as his tongue slid into her mouth. Oh, he was such a good kisser! His tongue took dominance in her mouth, wrapping his larger muscle around her own. He purred everso gently, adding a sensual backdrop to the lip-lock. Reaching one hand down he gripped the back of her knees and pulled her farther up into his arms until he could hold her bridal. Pulling his lips away from own he found she was blushing deeply and panting slightly from their intense kissing. He chuckled, smiling at how adorable she looked with that blush.

Giving her a peck on the lips he began walking toward the bed, after all, a lady deserved a bed for her first time. He laid her down gently, kissing her again as she began to undo her clothes. First the apron, that was easily slid off, then her loose, ragged dress. All that remained on her body was a pair of red panties and her socks (she removed her shoes shortly after the harvest.) With that smile still in place the mortician leaned down and kissed her, placing one hand behind her to balance against the mattress and the other just above her left breast. Grell moaned accordingly as he pushed her down onto the bed. He'd yet to make a deeper move, he wanted her to be comfortable.

"Undertaker..." she breathed softly, running her hands up and down his back and also through his hair, "Oh, take me now..."

"Mm, not yet..." he purred, kissing down her jawline to her neck. As much as he was aroused he didn't want to just rush into things, he wanted to take this delicately. Some men often gloated about how the suspense got their woman excited and almost begging to be taken, the mortician was not like that. He wanted Grell to know that he appreciated her and respected her physical limitations as much as her physical beauties. Besides that the look on her face as his mouth explored her body was all too enticing! He wanted to burst out laughing if not for the seriousness of the moment. He leaned up to kiss her lips again, as if to assuage her heated heartbeat, before proceeding downward again.

The red-reaper moaned softly as the rogue reaper took one of her breast into his hand. Grell bucked her hips somewhat as his nails gently traced the plump flesh, especially as he traced her nipple before taking it into his mouth. Whining, Grell raked her nails down his back everso slightly as his mouth engulfed more of her breast, his tongue caressing and tickling the flesh while he sucked softly. Grell wriggled her right leg out from between his slender legs and to his leg left's side, wrapping her legs around his thighs and hips. Sliding one of his hands down he grasped her thigh, squeezed the flexible limb softly before looking up into her eyes, "Oh, so eager,"

He leaned back up to kiss her again, "Just a moment, dearie,"

With another whine, Grell pouted in frustration as he kissed back her neck again, stopping to suckle along her neck and breast again momentarily before proceeding down to her ribs. He kissed and tickled each one, admiring the arches that women's skeletal structure had since they had to support a more fleshy chest. Heading downward he nipped at her hips, nuzzling her stomach with a soft hug, and grabbed the straps of her panties. He tugged on them for a moment, as if waiting for Grell to tell him to remove them, before pulling them down completely. He traced her elegant legs along the way, she had shaved and trimmed her unwanted hair. My, she was quite courteous even when she wasn't expecting guests. He also removed her socks, admiring her feet and ankles, they were just utterly adorable!

He then sat back on his knees to admire her bare form for a moment. Ah, she was so beautiful! The curves that were already in place had sunken in deeper, her breasts plumper, skin firmer and much more elegant. She was truly a masterpiece completely by the very vice of her pure fantasies. She wasn't corrupted, she was infatuated by the corruption of her fantasies. Reaching his hand down to remove the towel around his waist he pondered the small difference between corruption and being infatuated with it, he decided to wait a bit longer. Grell was panting and reaching for him, cooing his name in a breathless, desirable voice. He crawled onto her, hovering for a moment to allow his erection to breath. His bangs hung from his face, revealing those beautiful eyes and beautiful face that embodied an unholy hypnotism.

Grell took a moment to observe him as well, she gently ran her hands down his scarred torso. However he received them she didn't care, they completed him almost. He seemed to be too perfect to be one man, he was most likely several men sewn into one! These scars are what brought him together, each was a calligraphic signature that marked not only his past but his future. Smiling up at him she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him, mewling as his hips settled upon hers, "You're beautiful..."

"Mm, as are you," he purred as she kissed along his neck. She took a moment to suckle on the scar and then his ear, teasing his piercing between the hollows of her sharp teeth. As she occupied herself with such teasing caresses he once again took one of her thighs in his hand, parting her legs a little bit more, "Do you accept me?"

"Mmm...Oh yes..." she breathed, bending her knees nervously as her nails found his shoulder-blades, "Yes,"

Cupping her chin with his free hand he kissed her, it was gentle at first. When he pressed into her though his lips smothered her own, as if trying to distract her. But as he pushed in all the way his lips left hers, his mouth met her ear, he whispered to her softly as he began thrusting rather hastily. Grell moaned softly, her entire body and lucid vision devoured by the intensity of an impending orgasm. Oh, her core was so sensitive-she never imagined it'd be this wonderful! She was on the edge, unable to fall off but incredibly close to Heaven, which she was certain was a gold-green just like her lover's eyes. They were moving, her heart was racing...He was like a wild animal!

His hands on her, his erratic thrusts, she was almost sliding off the bed. He kept pulling her back, kissing her and whispering to her as she moaned breathlessly. In this majestic trance that persisted in their intimate hour she was unable to find his eyes, find his flesh to even kiss him, she was lost in the edge of pleasure. Her body wasn't moving at her own will, it was his. Shaking, trembling, rocking up and down on the mattress, she was flowing with him in her translucent ecstasy. His glowing, gold-green eyes began to divide and scatter, the light loosening from his eyes into stars. He was everywhere, he was everything in her sight. The edge was diminishing, she was falling into that light, into those stars.

"Ahhh...Under-..." she clutched his body tight, "I'm almost..."

"Oh Grell," he bit her earlobe.

"Undertaker..." she gripped the back of his neck, staring past him to the ceiling as she pulled him close. Her eyes rolled into the back of the head, great warmth flooded into her, electricity shot from the bottom of her spine and up through all her nerves. Black burst into white, the stars scattered. She was there, she was in Heaven! She had been cut open and her soul was exposed to an inhuman joy-no human could even comprehend the intimate ecstasy of this moment. Her moans turned to screaming silence, amazed at the height of their climax, before relaxing in his arms.