"Best fuck I've had in ages." Eric finally said through his heavy breaths, another smirk in place as he stood up from the couch. "Looks like you made quite a mess of yerself!" He chuckled, staring down at the clothing he neglected to remove from Grell's upper body.
Grell was too drunk and flustered to form any coherent thoughts in his head, let alone sentences. He nodded at Eric and blushed, attempting to sit up a little. Looking down at his clothing, Grell made a face.
Eric laughed again at the face he saw the redhead make, and said: "Just wait there Grell. I'll go fetch ya somethin' to wear!" With that he stumbled off to his bedroom, cursing as he tripped over a pile of who-knows-what on his living room floor.
Grell giggled at the tall reaper as he watched him attempting to make it to his bedroom. 'What a hopeless man.' He thought to himself, shaking his head. Once Eric was out of sight, he took off his soiled clothing, tossing the dirty vest and shirt next to the trousers Eric had thrown onto the floor earlier.
Moments later, Eric returned with one of his own white dress shirts and handed it to Grell. "I know it's a bit big for ya, but I ain't got any frilly undergarments for ya here!" Eric chuckled as Grell slipped into the shirt. It hung loosely on the slender redhead, falling just below his private areas. "Well, well, Sutcliff! It actually makes ya look kinda cute." Eric smirked, taking his seat back next to the redhead.
Grell blushed again at Eric's comment. "Stop teasing already!" he pouted, laying his head against Eric's chest and letting a yawn slip from his lips. It had been quite a night, and he really was exhausted.
Eric smiled down at Grell, seeing that the other was about ready to pass out. He began running his fingers through that fiery red hair of his until he felt the other drift off to sleep against him. Very slowly pulling out a cigarette and the lighter from his jacket pocket so as not to disturb the redhead, he finally took that much needed smoke from earlier. Eric took his first drag and exhaled slowly, staring down again at the other's sleeping form. "I really did mean it you know…" he said quietly, exhaling more smoke. "You really do look cute like that." He added, pecking Grell softly on the cheek.
Another fight with William, and Grell found himself standing in front of a house he'd grown all too familiar with the past few months. It was still nothing to look at, but not that Grell cared very much at this point. He sighed, taking another step closer, his heels clicked on the pavement as he walked slowly towards the door. It was always a mental battle with himself when he came here. He honestly wasn't sure why he did… but the fact of the matter was, something just kept pulling him back… After all, just one more time couldn't hurt, right? Grell pulled the spare key he was given from his pocket and twisted it into the door until he heard a click. "Just once more…" Grell thought to himself, stepping inside and locking the door behind him.