Sorry this update is late, gah...College is kicking my ass.

ENJOY!

William woke up the next morning to the strangest song stuck in his head; Mephisto Waltz by Franz Liszt. Grell had brought in some records she claimed her husband had given her; all of them possessing the theatrical compositions of Liszt in their black finish. Grell had gotten up abnormally early, once again, and took a hold of the gramaphone in William's bedroom. It was dangerous for a pregnant woman to lift heavy things. How she did it, William did not know but she managed to hull it out of his room and into the dining room where she turned it on and began to play a Liszt record. William woke up around 6 a.m, the song not only in his head but echoing through the halls of his home.

"Ah~!" Grell jumped from her chair, smiling eagerly at William, "You're awake!"

She was eating oatmeal with fruit slices and egg whites; next to the plate was a jar of small pickles, "You look tired, something wrong Will~i~am?"

"Yes," he wiped his glasses on his shirt, "You're playing the gramaphone far too loud. How did you get it out here anyways?" he asked, sitting down in the chair across from her at diagonal angle.

"I carried it, silly Willy," she giggled, gathering a forkful of her eggwhites and holding it up to William's mouth, "Say 'ah!'"

"Grell, I'm not hungry," William told her.

"But I have to practice for when Undrea is born," Grell pouted, "So say 'ah!"

William shook his head. Sighing, Grell brought the fork back to her mouth; she wasn't going to waste a perfectly good meal. Before she could finish that off though she took a pickle out of the jar and put the small vegetable on her tongue; chewing it with the eggwhites. She moaned in content, smiling cutely. William swallowed hard, "Grell, you shouldn't lift heavy things in your condition,"

"Oh, you mean this old thing?" she pulled her nightgown down, revealing the hideous scar on her shoulder. It was long as well, and bled over a bit of her right breast in a white stream that almost resembled charred, curled up paper. Since the wound had been brought on by a scythe the flesh hadn't healed entirely; leading to her internal, nervous issues and her external, aethestic issues. William was a tad suprised that Grell didn't cover up the wound. She still wore many dresses that revealed the scar; she prided upon it. He supposed it seemed logical, that that injury may have been caused by a demon but at the same time it was implememted by the Tool of Death that her husband owned. When he asked her about it, since the sight was utterly grotestque (both for personal and professional reasons,) she implied "It's the last bit of my husband that entered me. The last manifestation of his love!" Despite how sexualizied that statement was, and how inappropiate it was, William found himself blushing at the phrase whenever he thought of it.

"William..." Grell furrowed her brow, "You're staring at my chest,"

The brunette cleared his throat, "My apologies, I was looking at that scar. I don't see why you don't have it removed,"

"Silly Willy, you've never been in love," Grell cooed playfully, nibbling on another pickle, "You'd never understand this little tatoo. Oh~! How wonderful!"

She gestured, as if taking part in a play, "Oh, this scar that so consummates the festivities in his custom-made coffins crafted so elegantly by his beautifully, monochrome hands! Ah, such sweet recollection!"

"Grell, you're not a playwright, stop acting one," William insisted coldly.

"But I must practice my storytelling for little Undrea!" Grell cooed, tapping his nose.

"Save it for when he's born, Grell," William sighed, grabbing her hand softly. Oh, her skin was so silken...

Grell frowned, "William, if we're gonna be married this is going to have to work. You know, one reason I loved Undertaker so much was because he matched my energy. You're just a buzz-kill,"

She moved over to sit in his lap, "You must be more amiable. Afterall, if this just a political marriage,"

She nuzzled his neck, "There's no reason to consummate it,"

She looked into his eyes, "Do you love me, William?"

The song was reaching a dark theme, "How would you define love, Grell?"

"Like you have to ask," she hummed softly, drawing circles on his neck, "But how do you define love? Hm, William? When we make love I want it to be wonderful, like it was with my first husband. Surely you understand I want Undrea to grow up with a loving father and no one who's just in it for company,"

"Grell," William shifted uncomfortably, a tight stirring in his loins, "You are acting highly unprofessional,"

"Oh, c'mon William," she stetched her arms around his torso, "We're not in the office, we're in your home. We can be romantic, can't we? Hm, darling~?"

"Grell, I-"

"Kiss me!" Grell pulled him closer by his collar, a slightly twinge of desperation in her voice.

"..."

"Kiss me, dammit!" she tugged at his collar and smashed her lips with his. William choked for a moment-he didn't know what to do! Something took over him though, the lust that he had been nailing down for months, lust that he knew would make him insane if he couldn't have Grell. He certainly wouldn't take advantage of her in her pregnant state, that was be most ungentleman-like. He found himself wondering though, as his hand gently rubbed up and down her thigh while his other arm arm wrapped around her hips, why he hadn't kissed her. He was marrying Grell, wasn't he? Out of things he turned away he should've realized in their bargain that Grell was still his wife-to-be and that despite her affair she had always flirted with him. Granted, she was a tad cold to him at first and distant when she came to live at his estate. Slowly but surely though as the baby in her womb grew she warmed up to William. She would cuddle with him when they slept side by side, and speak sweetly to him. He allowed Grell to touch him, he hated to admit it but he liked it very much when the red head touched him. And obviously she wouldn't be kissing him if she didn't feel for him.

"Mm..." Grell moaned softly, pulling away, "That wasn't bad, was it? Ne~, William~?"

Grell hadn't expected William to return her kiss, cupping her face softly with a moan. She was shocked but melded into it; he was a good kisser. She giggled softly as his lips slowly ventured down to her jaw and down her neck, sucking momentarily on her neck before turning his attention to her unscathed shoulder. He slid her nightgown's strap between his teeth and pulled it down, he wanted more, "William?"

He kissed the top of her breasts, as they were already exposed, "William..."

He contined, "William!"

She pushed him away.

"What?" he glared behind his eyes.

"Stop that," she pulled her strap up, "We're not married yet,"

William sighed, "My apologies, it's been a while,"

She looked out the window, the sun was rising beautiful (with pink glowing in the background, a color her former husband so admired,) "It has for both of us,"