APOLOGIZING INTENSELY, HANNAH DARLING!
Oh my god. This is so entirely late. Dear lord, Hannah, I am so sorry. Asdfghjkl, there is no excuse for not getting this posted before now.
Anyway, RP. Will/Grelle smut. You can haz.
Hime: -Follows William inside and considers taking her shoes off as soon as she gets through the door--what on earth had made her decide to wear these heels? She doesn't, though, instead going straight for the couch.- Goodness, that was excellent food. Think I might need some tea to finish it off, though. I always forget how heavy manicotti can be.
Caitlin: -Smiles at seeing her flop down on the couch; what on earth had possessed her to wear those shoes, anyway?- The food was quite good, yes. -Kicks his shoes off and sets them tidily on the rubber mat by the front door.- And you do realize that I only keep Earl Grey, don't you?
Hime: -Laughs, nodding to him.- One day, I will convince you to try the Emperor's Bride blend I found at the tea shop, but right now, Earl Grey sounds lovely.
Caitlin: -rolls his eyes a bit- You will never get me away from Earl Grey, darling, no matter how hard you try. -goes into the kitchen and brings out all the necessary equipment.-
Hime: -Still laughing, begins to unlace her shoes, figuring she may as well make herself at home.- I can dream.... -She sets her shoes next to his, going into the kitchen and taking a seat on the opposite side of the counter.-
Caitlin: -glances up at her.- I heard that. -fills the teapot with water and sets it on the stove. Why did water have to take so long to boil? Ah, well, it gave him a chance to talk to Grell. Or rather, Grelle, he supposed. It's odd to think about, but he'd gone through all the bloody forms with her a few weeks ago, both for the human records and the reaper ones. She was Grelle now, but it was still taking some getting used to. Pulls over a chiar to sit across from her.- So.
S: -Puts her elbows on the counter and rests her chin on her hands. tilting her head at him. He still looks so....happy. And confused. And happy. It's nice.- So?
Caitlin: -Sighs.- I don't know. -Looks into her eyes for a moment.- I love you, d'you know that?
Hime:-And she still can't help but blush, even now. She looks down and bites her lip just a bit.- Yes, I believe I do. I should, at least, given how often you say it.
Caitlin: -Leans in and gives her a quick kiss.- Mmm. -Pulls back just enough to speak.- Have you thought anymore about your wedding dress?
Hime: -Laughs softly- It's been at the front of my mind since I woke up from anesthesia. I was thinking long sleeves with ruffles on the shoulders. And a bow in the back.
Caitlin: -He's happy, more happy than he can say, but his wallet certainly is not.- Are long sleeves even in style still? Or will we have do get this dress of your commissioned? Not that I mind, though. -If it makes her happy, he's more than willing to do it.-
Hime: -Pats his hand reassuringly.- I've already been talking with a designer, don't worry. I've had this day in mind for a long, long time. Besides, I knew I was going to have to commission it from the very beginning; you can't exactly go out and buy a red wedding dress, can you?
Caitlin: Red...? Oh, of course, of course. -Shakes his head a bit at his own stupidity; why in the world had he even contemplated that she would want to be dressed in any other color?- Then I suppose you'll want me to wear a red tie? -Much as he loved the color on his wife, he really couldn't wear it very well; it didn't suit his complexion.-
Hime: Hmm...I suppose you can, if you like. You always look better in black, though. -She looks at him and grins, tilting her head to the side again.- How very romantic, the bride in red and the groom in black...such a lovely color scheme, I've found.
Caitlin: -Smiles over at her.- A red pocket square, then? So we at least look like we're attending the same event. -He leans over and kisses her again. He can't help it., really. He's still a bit amazed that she finally said yes.-
Hime: -Puts a hand on his shoulder and kisses back, slowly welling up with joy.- That would be just dashing, yes. -She leans back and touches their foreheads together. She wants to sit like this forever, except her stomach still feels all heavy and unpleasant.- I think the tea's done, sweetheart.
Caitlin: -Takes the pot off the stove and reaches into the cabinet for cups. He pours the tea and sets them on the counter between the two of them, resuming his seat.- Cheers.
Hime: -She lifts her cup to meet his gently,- Cheers. -Damn, William makes good tea. Even if it is that boring Earl Grey nonsense. It's delicious nonsense, and it's definitely helping her out. Grelle always had a chronic Eyes Bigger Than her Stomach problem, so a nice cup of tea after dinner is just heavenly. She looks around, talking to herself a bit.- ...it's going to be nice.
Caitlin: -Takes a sip of his tea. Perfection.- Hmm, what is?
Hime: -Jumps a bit, not realizing he could hear her.- ....when we both live in the same house. And I can cook breakfast every morning and...and maybe we can have a garden in the back and a big white dog, and....I....I've dreamed about this for a long time...it's silly, but it's what I've always wanted.
Caitlin: -Shakes his head.- It's not silly, sweetheart. Well, -and he tilts his head just a bit- maybe we ought to wait a bit on the dog. Get used to living in one another's spaces full time before throwing an animal in the mix.
Hime: -Laughs a bit at this.- Of course, darling, that would be years from now...I'm just dreaming again... -She takes another drink of her tea and reaches over to take William's hand.- I suppose I'm just excited, really....at the thought of being able to come home to the same house every day, and to know you'll be there with me... -She brings his hand up to her face and holds it against her cheek.- Such a wonderful thought...
Caitlin: -It really would be wonderful. Grelle had more or less lived with him for quite some time now, but she still had her own apartment where she kept the majority of her belongings. It will make him so incredibly happy when she's finally hung the last of her clothes up in his closet and put away her favorite set of dishes in his cabinets. Their closet, their cabinets. William would have never thought this sort of domestic bliss could ever have overtaken him, and he's quite happy to be wrong.- Wonderful thought indeed.
Hime: -Her heart just swells at this, and she's got to either cry or kiss him, so she chooses the latter, setting her teacup down and leaning across the counter to reach him.- I love you, William. -And she kisses him again, feeling like she could just die from happiness.-
Caitlin: -Returns her kisses, stroking his thumb over her cheek. He really just doesn't want to let her go.-
Hime: -She can't quite reach him as much as she wants to here, so she lets go and half-runs around to his side of the counter, pulling him upright so she can wrap her arms around his waist. She just looks at him for a moment, marveling at the fact that this man is hers, before carding a hand through his hair and starting right where they left off. She even moves his hand back to her cheek.-
Caitlin: -He laughs a little, quite amused by her antics, though very much glad for them since she much more easily accessible now. He lays his free hand on her waist, opening his mouth just a bit and touching his tongue to her bottom lip.-
Hime: -She hums in delight at this, curling her arms around his shoulders and leaning more fully into him. A thrill of happiness goes up her spine at how soft her chest is, now, though it has been for months. It's very satisfying to feel it squish a bit as she presses them together, opening her mouth and letting him in completely.-
Caitlin: -Her breasts. If he's going to be honest, he had always been a little afraid that they'd look as if they were fake, as if they didn't belong there even though they most certainly did. Such is not the case, and that's just another thing that makes him ridiculously happy. He deepens the kiss a bit, the hand on her cheek moving up to tangle in the hair at the nape of her neck.-
Hime: -There has been an amazing warmth in her chest since they went out to dinner...well, it's been there since the night he proposed, if she's being honest, but....it's turning from warmth to heat, and it demands movement, demands she press herself even closer to him, and without even thinking she does, shifting so one of her legs wraps a bit around his hip. She breaks the kiss for a moment and notices how shaky her breathing has become. She touches her hand to the side of William's face, moves it down so her fingertips are at his lips.- William...
Caitlin: -Everywhere she's touching him is sending little currents of sensation straight to his brain, and he's almost certain he knows what she's thinking.- Yes...?
Hime: -She's already so dead set on it, and yet her mouth refuses to form the words. It's...big, what she's about to ask. She can barely summon her voice again, so she moves her hand, kisses him one more time, and whispers against his mouth.- ...take me.
Caitlin: -As much as he doesn't want to this makes him pull back a little enough to catch is breath and clear his head and actually process what she's saying. He's been waiting for her to say it for ages it seems like, but he has to ask, just for himself, just to make certain he's not hallucinating or something. Both of his hands grip her shoulders lightly, and he looks straight in her eyes.- You're sure you're ready now, darling? -This is going to the first time they've made love since her surgery, and he's not about to rush her into anything, no matter how much he wants it, because, really, he doesn't matter in the least right now. Only Grelle.-
Hime: -Oh, she's sure. She's sure she's been ready for about five or six days now, and she's made doubly sure because she's not going to wreck herself because of her own impatience. She just hopes William is ready to learn, because there's a ball of heat pulsing in her core, and it is different from what it used to be.- Positive.
Caitlin: -He nods to himself, just once, and stands up. He kisses her again, taking her hand and leading her back to his bedroom. He is going to do this right, he is not going to mess it up, he...is just a bit scared. He's certainly not a stranger to the female body, but...surely this is different, isn't it?-
Hime: -Her heart is right in hear ears, the drumming of her pulse drowning out most anything else. She tries to calm herself down, tries to calm him down by smoothing her hands up and down his arms a few times before she curls a finger around the top button of his shirt and starts to undo it. She shivers a bit at the thought of him removing her dress because he hasn't seen any of it, yet. He hasn't spent days and nights and evenings getting very well acquainted with her new anatomy, figuring out how to make it work the way she wants. It's frightening. ...it's also thrilling.-
Caitlin: -He's surprised he can hear anything else above the thumping of his heart in his ears. Frankly, he's surprised she can't hear it. He looks down at her and he can see how nervous she is, though, can feel her tremble slightly against him. He stalls her hands with his for a moment and kisses her again, hoping he can help her relax a bit. He tries to tell her with a kiss the things he would be too embarrassed to verbalize: I'm not going to judge you; if I loved you so deeply before when you had the wrong body, surely to god I could only love you more now that you have the right one; as long as you're happy, I'm happy, and nothing else matters; we'll figure this out together.-
Hime: -She can feel his pulse hammering at his wrist, and for a moment she realizes he's just as scared as she is. It makes her take a step back, take a deep breath, and move his hands to her waist. In lieu of words, she simply nods, smiling softly.-
Caitlin: -He nods as well, hurrying to undo the rest of his buttons and shrugging his shirt off. He tosses it somewhere--he doesn't really care where it lands. He leans back in and kisses her again, his hands drawing her flush to him. He's starting to get flushed all over, and the familiar stirring between his legs lets him know that his brain is trying to stop hyperventilating. William's thumb brushes over the zipper hidden in the side seam of her dress, but he doesn't move to tug it down. Not yet. Not yet.-
Hime: -This is driving her mad. It's wonderful and exhilarating and absolutely the most frustrated she has ever been. Maybe, her perspective might be a tad shortsighted at this point. She makes quick work of his belt buckle and the button on his trousers, pulling him forward so he can step out of them. She really, really hopes he takes the hint, because while they were going to need to wash everything she was wearing, anyway...she hadn't known she could get this wet.-
Caitlin: -Well. That answers that question, doesn't it? He turns her just a bit to the right and finds the damned zipper again, sliding it down and helping her wiggle out of her dress. His hands glide over her skin and around to her back, heading up to undo the hooks of her bra. He feels the need to apologize, but he doesn't know for what.- Sorry.
Hime: -She tilts her head a bit, kicking her dress to one side and throwing the bra in its general direction. God, his hands on her skin feel amazing.- What on earth for?
Caitlin: I...haven't the foggiest. -He takes a step toward the bed and tugs her along with him, testing the waters. He's sure she's going to get frustrated soon and just throw him down or something, but this is an incredibly big step for her, for the both of them, and he wants to make sure everything is the way it should be.-
Hime: -She follows him, legs shaking just a bit, part of her wishing he would get on with it, but most of her trying to remember that this is......different. Very different. This is two-surgeries-and-seven-weeks-of-waiting different. And so, for once, she steps into the water slowly instead of jumping straight into the deep end. She sits down on the bed and pulls William down to her, shifting so they're both on their sides facing each other. She runs a hand up and down his side but leaves herself open, inviting him to explore.-
Caitlin: -He follows her cues and lets his hand continue their wandering path. He's memorized every inch of her skin by now, but it's all still new somehow. He's still a bit surprised when his fingers slide over her breasts, even though he's at least a bit familiar with them. He keeps moving his touch down, down, down until he's fiddling with the waistband of her panties. His heart starts beating like mad again, and, feeling incredibly brave, he takes them off of her and just looks for a moment. It's rude to stare, the somehow-still-functioning manners-center of his brain reminds him, and he resolutely ignores it.- It's... -and he doesn't have anything eloquent to say, so unfortunately he just blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.- ...a very lovely vagina you have, Grelle.
Hime:-Credit where it's due; she tries her hardest not to break down into a fit of giggles at that, but she has to turn her face straight into the mattress to muffle her laughter. Part of it comes from how utterly honest Will can be sometimes, and part of it's because she's just so damn happy she can barely stand it.- Why thank you, William. -She grins at him when she finally manages to stop laughing.- I'm very glad you like it.
Caitlin: -He can't help but laugh himself, because it didn't sound quite so ridiculous in his head as it had out loud. He looks up at her and sees her huge smile, which makes his heart swell. He loves this woman so much, and now that he can call her a woman without that little technical, overly accurate part of him going Grell's not really female, you know, he can't contain his happiness.- I love you.
Hime: -If she didn't know so much about the process of dying, she'd be wondering if this was heaven. It's all so right, lying here with her William (soon to be her husband William, oh god) in the body she knew was right and it's all just perfect. Absolutely perfect. She lets her hand rest on his hip and just beams at him.- I love you, too, William.
Caitlin: -Hesitantly, he reaches over to touch her. He doesn't really know what he's doing, but Grelle would probably tell him that it's like ripping off a band-aid--just do it and get used to it and don't be a wimp about it. He doesn't often listen to her advice, especially when he's the one imagining it, but he thinks it might be a good idea right now.-
Hime: -She shivers and sighs, grateful for any contact whatever right now, and with her own hand, she tugs the waistband of his underwear down a bit.- Oh...that...that feels very good, William...
Caitlin: -It's not so very different as he thought it would be, at least in the physical sense. He has to think for a bit about what feels good for a lady, because it's been at least a few centuries since he's been with a biological woman. It's all starting to come back now, though, and for that he is truly thankful. Can't look like a complete jackass, now can he? He strokes her clit once or twice with his middle finger and then circles it a few times, looking at her face to see her reactions.-
Hime: -Oh god, she wasn't expecting that. Her fingers clench at his hip, nails digging into the skin. She twists her head to one side and gasps, her other hand scratching at the blanket beneath her because god, that feels good. That feels soles-of-her-feet-burning, needs-more-of-it-or-she'll-die good.- Yes, oh, yesyesyes--
Caitlin: -Well. Not as hard as he thought it would be. He does it again, pressing a bit more lightly this time. He smiles, looks at her face screw up and feels her fingers dig into his side, and has to suppress a chuckle. So expressive, his girl.- Grelle...?
Hime: -She doesn't really think he gets how sensitive that is, how powerful those motions of his are. They're frighteningly similar (though from a different angle) to her own not a day ago...he's talking to her. She opens her eyes a bit and looks at him.- ....yes, Will?
Caitlin: -He stops teasing her for a moment and leans over to kiss her.- Do you think that...maybe we could make love now?
Hime: -She pulls his underwear down a bit further and grins at him.- Are we not already?
Caitlin: -William gives her a flat look before wriggling out of his shorts.- You know very well what I meant, Grelle.
Hime: -Grelle can't help but laugh at his face. Count on Will to be literal at all times.- Yes, I do. -She does a bit of quick thinking (and it's a bloody marvel she can manage it; Will's fingers are magical, she swears) and decides that, given she can feel fluid drip onto her thighs, they probably don't need any extra lubricant right now. Thank god; she can't remember which drawer it's in. She hooks her leg over his hip and rolls them both over so he's above her, nudging his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.- And yes, I believe we can.
Caitlin: -He reaches down and lines his erection up at her entrance. The angle is certainly different, but not by much. Not that he's complaining or anything. There's just some part of him that needs to categorize the differences so he can decide how best to proceed, or file information away for future reference, or what have you. He takes her hand in his and looks down at her again.- Ready?
Hime: -I'm trying not to shake off the damn bed does that sound like "ready" to you or not--shut up, Grelle, it's for your own good. She twines her fingers with his and nods.- Very ready.
Caitlin: -He's sure she's swearing at him in her mind, but he can't help it. He nods and pushes his hips forward just a tiny bit, trying to get them both used to familiar yet widely new sensations. Another bit forward, and another bit, and he's watching her face to make sure he's not hurting her or anything. After what seems like an eternity, he's fully inside her, and he doesn't even try to suppress his groan.- Aaaanhh...
Hime: -She's not making quite as much noise just because she's dead certain the sheer number and speed of noises that want to come out of her mouth would give him a heart attack. She's got to be hyperventilating, and a whole run of gasps and incredibly high-pitched whines want very badly to escape her throat. But oh dear heaven, this....this is the best damn feeling she's ever had. Ever. And she gets to feel it for the rest of her life.- Oh...oh... -She tightens her grip on his hand and gets a hold of her voice again.- Move. Please, William, move.
Caitlin: -And so he does, pulling himself almost completely out and pushing back inside of her again. After a few moments his hips take up a more steady rhythm of their own, and he focuses on the rest of her. He kisses her mouth before bending his neck and nipping and sucking gently on the side of her throat.- Hnnngh--oh god, Grelle, oh--!
Hime: -She thinks there might be a tear in one of her eyes, but she doesn't even care anymore, because it's right. It's right, and it's never been right before, but now she doesn't have to suspend herself or try to forget what's wrong with her because there is nothing wrong anymore. Nothing wrong at all. She feels full and hot and loved and right. The hand not clasped with William's comes up to clutch at him from behind, nails scratching at him.- William--William, more, don't stopohgoddon'tstop...
Caitlin: -It's her nails almost more than her voice that gets his hips snapping into her full speed, and he's getting close--close, so close, oh god so close. For a split second he retains some small speck of a chain of thought and moves his fingers back down between them, keening and moaning all the while.-
Hime: -Oh god those fingers are going to be the death of her....she could make a joke about little deaths but fuck if she can even think straight because everything's just building and building and it's like nothing she's ever felt before because she's never done this and she can hear William's voice right in her ear and yes, yes yes god yes- Aaah! Aah, William, Will--aaaaaah! -Her whole world breaks like a stained glass window, her legs clamp around Will's waist, and her throat actually hurts a bit from the screams falling out of it, but she doesn't remotely care.-
Caitlin: -William can't put his finger on exactly what it is that takes him over, or maybe it's a combination of everything, but not long after a scream has been ripped from his fiancée’s throat, he can feel it building low in his belly and it just keep getting tighter and tighter and tighter until the world flashes white and splinters into a million pieces around him.- Grelle, Grelle, Grelle, darling, oh god, yesyesyesyes--!
Hime: -A bit more lucid now, she watches his face as he shudders and shouts above her, letting her eyes slip shut at the feeling of him spilling into her. Oh, that's a beautiful feeling. When she opens her eyes, he's gone still and his breathing is low and heavy. She lifts her hand to stroke his hair and smiles up at him. And yes, those are definitely tears in her eyes. It's wonderful.- ...god, I love you, Will.
Caitlin: -William's not quite back down to earth yet, but somewhere in between the ringing in his hears and the sounds of his own breaths, he hears Grelle speak. He replies as best he can, and he hopes she won't hold it against him.- Love...you, too.
Hime: -She smiles, leans her head to one side, and waits for him to collect himself. The blanket underneath them has the same earl-grey-and-paper smell that everything else in Will's house does. She imagines waking up every day to this smell, and finds she doesn't dislike the idea. No, she doesn't dislike it at all.- I almost can't believe this is real.
Caitlin: Neither can I, honestly. But it is. And we're going to be married and live together as man and wife and struggle to put up with one another for the rest of our lives. -He smiles down at her and kisses her mouth gently.- And it's going to be glorious. -Separates them and lies down on his back next to her. She snuggles up to his side, and he loves how that hasn't really changed either, the way she feels lying next to him in bed.- ...you know what, Grelle?
Hime: -She puts her arm on his chest, feeling so very warm and safe. And his hair has the same earl-grey-and-paper smell, too, how has she not noticed this before?- What, dear?
Caitlin: -He hates to move when they're both so obviously tired and comfortable, but it wouldn't do to fall asleep with no blanket and wake up feeling ill, would it?- I feel like...like I've just taken your virginity or something.
Hime: Pffffffffhahahahaha! -That was the absolute last thing she expected to hear from him, and it tickles her so much that she winds up sitting upright and hitting the mattress with one hand, realizing how very cold it is once she's stopped rolling with laughter. She shifts a bit and gets herself under the covers, trusting Will to have enough sense to do the same.- I don't even know what to say to that, Will. I mean, I suppose I can see why you would think that, but... I love the way you think sometimes, darling.
Caitlin: -He somehow expends the effort to wiggle under the covers, his job made much harder by all the laughing he's doing.- Yes, well, I should hope so, since you've agreed to live with me for the rest of your life. -He reaches for her again under the sheets and wraps his arms around her, reveling in the warmth of her body next to his.- God, are you as tired as I am?
Hime: -She snuggles into his chest and breathes deeply, deciding she could very easily get used to sleeping like this every single night. She doesn't even know why she's thinking like this now, it's not like she doesn't practically live here already.- I sure hope so, because I'm right-- -and she interrupts herself with a yawn- right about to fall asleep. -She kisses the corner of his mouth, smiling as she takes their glasses and puts them on the nightstand beside her.- Goodnight, William. ...my William.
Caitlin: -His eyes are half closed when he feels her slide his glasses of his face, and by the time it registers that she's wished him good night, he sort of manages to mumble, "G'night, Grelle" in return before to has fallen asleep.-
Anyway, RP. Will/Grelle smut. You can haz.
Hime: -Follows William inside and considers taking her shoes off as soon as she gets through the door--what on earth had made her decide to wear these heels? She doesn't, though, instead going straight for the couch.- Goodness, that was excellent food. Think I might need some tea to finish it off, though. I always forget how heavy manicotti can be.
Caitlin: -Smiles at seeing her flop down on the couch; what on earth had possessed her to wear those shoes, anyway?- The food was quite good, yes. -Kicks his shoes off and sets them tidily on the rubber mat by the front door.- And you do realize that I only keep Earl Grey, don't you?
Hime: -Laughs, nodding to him.- One day, I will convince you to try the Emperor's Bride blend I found at the tea shop, but right now, Earl Grey sounds lovely.
Caitlin: -rolls his eyes a bit- You will never get me away from Earl Grey, darling, no matter how hard you try. -goes into the kitchen and brings out all the necessary equipment.-
Hime: -Still laughing, begins to unlace her shoes, figuring she may as well make herself at home.- I can dream.... -She sets her shoes next to his, going into the kitchen and taking a seat on the opposite side of the counter.-
Caitlin: -glances up at her.- I heard that. -fills the teapot with water and sets it on the stove. Why did water have to take so long to boil? Ah, well, it gave him a chance to talk to Grell. Or rather, Grelle, he supposed. It's odd to think about, but he'd gone through all the bloody forms with her a few weeks ago, both for the human records and the reaper ones. She was Grelle now, but it was still taking some getting used to. Pulls over a chiar to sit across from her.- So.
S: -Puts her elbows on the counter and rests her chin on her hands. tilting her head at him. He still looks so....happy. And confused. And happy. It's nice.- So?
Caitlin: -Sighs.- I don't know. -Looks into her eyes for a moment.- I love you, d'you know that?
Hime:-And she still can't help but blush, even now. She looks down and bites her lip just a bit.- Yes, I believe I do. I should, at least, given how often you say it.
Caitlin: -Leans in and gives her a quick kiss.- Mmm. -Pulls back just enough to speak.- Have you thought anymore about your wedding dress?
Hime: -Laughs softly- It's been at the front of my mind since I woke up from anesthesia. I was thinking long sleeves with ruffles on the shoulders. And a bow in the back.
Caitlin: -He's happy, more happy than he can say, but his wallet certainly is not.- Are long sleeves even in style still? Or will we have do get this dress of your commissioned? Not that I mind, though. -If it makes her happy, he's more than willing to do it.-
Hime: -Pats his hand reassuringly.- I've already been talking with a designer, don't worry. I've had this day in mind for a long, long time. Besides, I knew I was going to have to commission it from the very beginning; you can't exactly go out and buy a red wedding dress, can you?
Caitlin: Red...? Oh, of course, of course. -Shakes his head a bit at his own stupidity; why in the world had he even contemplated that she would want to be dressed in any other color?- Then I suppose you'll want me to wear a red tie? -Much as he loved the color on his wife, he really couldn't wear it very well; it didn't suit his complexion.-
Hime: Hmm...I suppose you can, if you like. You always look better in black, though. -She looks at him and grins, tilting her head to the side again.- How very romantic, the bride in red and the groom in black...such a lovely color scheme, I've found.
Caitlin: -Smiles over at her.- A red pocket square, then? So we at least look like we're attending the same event. -He leans over and kisses her again. He can't help it., really. He's still a bit amazed that she finally said yes.-
Hime: -Puts a hand on his shoulder and kisses back, slowly welling up with joy.- That would be just dashing, yes. -She leans back and touches their foreheads together. She wants to sit like this forever, except her stomach still feels all heavy and unpleasant.- I think the tea's done, sweetheart.
Caitlin: -Takes the pot off the stove and reaches into the cabinet for cups. He pours the tea and sets them on the counter between the two of them, resuming his seat.- Cheers.
Hime: -She lifts her cup to meet his gently,- Cheers. -Damn, William makes good tea. Even if it is that boring Earl Grey nonsense. It's delicious nonsense, and it's definitely helping her out. Grelle always had a chronic Eyes Bigger Than her Stomach problem, so a nice cup of tea after dinner is just heavenly. She looks around, talking to herself a bit.- ...it's going to be nice.
Caitlin: -Takes a sip of his tea. Perfection.- Hmm, what is?
Hime: -Jumps a bit, not realizing he could hear her.- ....when we both live in the same house. And I can cook breakfast every morning and...and maybe we can have a garden in the back and a big white dog, and....I....I've dreamed about this for a long time...it's silly, but it's what I've always wanted.
Caitlin: -Shakes his head.- It's not silly, sweetheart. Well, -and he tilts his head just a bit- maybe we ought to wait a bit on the dog. Get used to living in one another's spaces full time before throwing an animal in the mix.
Hime: -Laughs a bit at this.- Of course, darling, that would be years from now...I'm just dreaming again... -She takes another drink of her tea and reaches over to take William's hand.- I suppose I'm just excited, really....at the thought of being able to come home to the same house every day, and to know you'll be there with me... -She brings his hand up to her face and holds it against her cheek.- Such a wonderful thought...
Caitlin: -It really would be wonderful. Grelle had more or less lived with him for quite some time now, but she still had her own apartment where she kept the majority of her belongings. It will make him so incredibly happy when she's finally hung the last of her clothes up in his closet and put away her favorite set of dishes in his cabinets. Their closet, their cabinets. William would have never thought this sort of domestic bliss could ever have overtaken him, and he's quite happy to be wrong.- Wonderful thought indeed.
Hime: -Her heart just swells at this, and she's got to either cry or kiss him, so she chooses the latter, setting her teacup down and leaning across the counter to reach him.- I love you, William. -And she kisses him again, feeling like she could just die from happiness.-
Caitlin: -Returns her kisses, stroking his thumb over her cheek. He really just doesn't want to let her go.-
Hime: -She can't quite reach him as much as she wants to here, so she lets go and half-runs around to his side of the counter, pulling him upright so she can wrap her arms around his waist. She just looks at him for a moment, marveling at the fact that this man is hers, before carding a hand through his hair and starting right where they left off. She even moves his hand back to her cheek.-
Caitlin: -He laughs a little, quite amused by her antics, though very much glad for them since she much more easily accessible now. He lays his free hand on her waist, opening his mouth just a bit and touching his tongue to her bottom lip.-
Hime: -She hums in delight at this, curling her arms around his shoulders and leaning more fully into him. A thrill of happiness goes up her spine at how soft her chest is, now, though it has been for months. It's very satisfying to feel it squish a bit as she presses them together, opening her mouth and letting him in completely.-
Caitlin: -Her breasts. If he's going to be honest, he had always been a little afraid that they'd look as if they were fake, as if they didn't belong there even though they most certainly did. Such is not the case, and that's just another thing that makes him ridiculously happy. He deepens the kiss a bit, the hand on her cheek moving up to tangle in the hair at the nape of her neck.-
Hime: -There has been an amazing warmth in her chest since they went out to dinner...well, it's been there since the night he proposed, if she's being honest, but....it's turning from warmth to heat, and it demands movement, demands she press herself even closer to him, and without even thinking she does, shifting so one of her legs wraps a bit around his hip. She breaks the kiss for a moment and notices how shaky her breathing has become. She touches her hand to the side of William's face, moves it down so her fingertips are at his lips.- William...
Caitlin: -Everywhere she's touching him is sending little currents of sensation straight to his brain, and he's almost certain he knows what she's thinking.- Yes...?
Hime: -She's already so dead set on it, and yet her mouth refuses to form the words. It's...big, what she's about to ask. She can barely summon her voice again, so she moves her hand, kisses him one more time, and whispers against his mouth.- ...take me.
Caitlin: -As much as he doesn't want to this makes him pull back a little enough to catch is breath and clear his head and actually process what she's saying. He's been waiting for her to say it for ages it seems like, but he has to ask, just for himself, just to make certain he's not hallucinating or something. Both of his hands grip her shoulders lightly, and he looks straight in her eyes.- You're sure you're ready now, darling? -This is going to the first time they've made love since her surgery, and he's not about to rush her into anything, no matter how much he wants it, because, really, he doesn't matter in the least right now. Only Grelle.-
Hime: -Oh, she's sure. She's sure she's been ready for about five or six days now, and she's made doubly sure because she's not going to wreck herself because of her own impatience. She just hopes William is ready to learn, because there's a ball of heat pulsing in her core, and it is different from what it used to be.- Positive.
Caitlin: -He nods to himself, just once, and stands up. He kisses her again, taking her hand and leading her back to his bedroom. He is going to do this right, he is not going to mess it up, he...is just a bit scared. He's certainly not a stranger to the female body, but...surely this is different, isn't it?-
Hime: -Her heart is right in hear ears, the drumming of her pulse drowning out most anything else. She tries to calm herself down, tries to calm him down by smoothing her hands up and down his arms a few times before she curls a finger around the top button of his shirt and starts to undo it. She shivers a bit at the thought of him removing her dress because he hasn't seen any of it, yet. He hasn't spent days and nights and evenings getting very well acquainted with her new anatomy, figuring out how to make it work the way she wants. It's frightening. ...it's also thrilling.-
Caitlin: -He's surprised he can hear anything else above the thumping of his heart in his ears. Frankly, he's surprised she can't hear it. He looks down at her and he can see how nervous she is, though, can feel her tremble slightly against him. He stalls her hands with his for a moment and kisses her again, hoping he can help her relax a bit. He tries to tell her with a kiss the things he would be too embarrassed to verbalize: I'm not going to judge you; if I loved you so deeply before when you had the wrong body, surely to god I could only love you more now that you have the right one; as long as you're happy, I'm happy, and nothing else matters; we'll figure this out together.-
Hime: -She can feel his pulse hammering at his wrist, and for a moment she realizes he's just as scared as she is. It makes her take a step back, take a deep breath, and move his hands to her waist. In lieu of words, she simply nods, smiling softly.-
Caitlin: -He nods as well, hurrying to undo the rest of his buttons and shrugging his shirt off. He tosses it somewhere--he doesn't really care where it lands. He leans back in and kisses her again, his hands drawing her flush to him. He's starting to get flushed all over, and the familiar stirring between his legs lets him know that his brain is trying to stop hyperventilating. William's thumb brushes over the zipper hidden in the side seam of her dress, but he doesn't move to tug it down. Not yet. Not yet.-
Hime: -This is driving her mad. It's wonderful and exhilarating and absolutely the most frustrated she has ever been. Maybe, her perspective might be a tad shortsighted at this point. She makes quick work of his belt buckle and the button on his trousers, pulling him forward so he can step out of them. She really, really hopes he takes the hint, because while they were going to need to wash everything she was wearing, anyway...she hadn't known she could get this wet.-
Caitlin: -Well. That answers that question, doesn't it? He turns her just a bit to the right and finds the damned zipper again, sliding it down and helping her wiggle out of her dress. His hands glide over her skin and around to her back, heading up to undo the hooks of her bra. He feels the need to apologize, but he doesn't know for what.- Sorry.
Hime: -She tilts her head a bit, kicking her dress to one side and throwing the bra in its general direction. God, his hands on her skin feel amazing.- What on earth for?
Caitlin: I...haven't the foggiest. -He takes a step toward the bed and tugs her along with him, testing the waters. He's sure she's going to get frustrated soon and just throw him down or something, but this is an incredibly big step for her, for the both of them, and he wants to make sure everything is the way it should be.-
Hime: -She follows him, legs shaking just a bit, part of her wishing he would get on with it, but most of her trying to remember that this is......different. Very different. This is two-surgeries-and-seven-weeks-of-waiting different. And so, for once, she steps into the water slowly instead of jumping straight into the deep end. She sits down on the bed and pulls William down to her, shifting so they're both on their sides facing each other. She runs a hand up and down his side but leaves herself open, inviting him to explore.-
Caitlin: -He follows her cues and lets his hand continue their wandering path. He's memorized every inch of her skin by now, but it's all still new somehow. He's still a bit surprised when his fingers slide over her breasts, even though he's at least a bit familiar with them. He keeps moving his touch down, down, down until he's fiddling with the waistband of her panties. His heart starts beating like mad again, and, feeling incredibly brave, he takes them off of her and just looks for a moment. It's rude to stare, the somehow-still-functioning manners-center of his brain reminds him, and he resolutely ignores it.- It's... -and he doesn't have anything eloquent to say, so unfortunately he just blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.- ...a very lovely vagina you have, Grelle.
Hime:-Credit where it's due; she tries her hardest not to break down into a fit of giggles at that, but she has to turn her face straight into the mattress to muffle her laughter. Part of it comes from how utterly honest Will can be sometimes, and part of it's because she's just so damn happy she can barely stand it.- Why thank you, William. -She grins at him when she finally manages to stop laughing.- I'm very glad you like it.
Caitlin: -He can't help but laugh himself, because it didn't sound quite so ridiculous in his head as it had out loud. He looks up at her and sees her huge smile, which makes his heart swell. He loves this woman so much, and now that he can call her a woman without that little technical, overly accurate part of him going Grell's not really female, you know, he can't contain his happiness.- I love you.
Hime: -If she didn't know so much about the process of dying, she'd be wondering if this was heaven. It's all so right, lying here with her William (soon to be her husband William, oh god) in the body she knew was right and it's all just perfect. Absolutely perfect. She lets her hand rest on his hip and just beams at him.- I love you, too, William.
Caitlin: -Hesitantly, he reaches over to touch her. He doesn't really know what he's doing, but Grelle would probably tell him that it's like ripping off a band-aid--just do it and get used to it and don't be a wimp about it. He doesn't often listen to her advice, especially when he's the one imagining it, but he thinks it might be a good idea right now.-
Hime: -She shivers and sighs, grateful for any contact whatever right now, and with her own hand, she tugs the waistband of his underwear down a bit.- Oh...that...that feels very good, William...
Caitlin: -It's not so very different as he thought it would be, at least in the physical sense. He has to think for a bit about what feels good for a lady, because it's been at least a few centuries since he's been with a biological woman. It's all starting to come back now, though, and for that he is truly thankful. Can't look like a complete jackass, now can he? He strokes her clit once or twice with his middle finger and then circles it a few times, looking at her face to see her reactions.-
Hime: -Oh god, she wasn't expecting that. Her fingers clench at his hip, nails digging into the skin. She twists her head to one side and gasps, her other hand scratching at the blanket beneath her because god, that feels good. That feels soles-of-her-feet-burning, needs-more-of-it-or-she'll-die good.- Yes, oh, yesyesyes--
Caitlin: -Well. Not as hard as he thought it would be. He does it again, pressing a bit more lightly this time. He smiles, looks at her face screw up and feels her fingers dig into his side, and has to suppress a chuckle. So expressive, his girl.- Grelle...?
Hime: -She doesn't really think he gets how sensitive that is, how powerful those motions of his are. They're frighteningly similar (though from a different angle) to her own not a day ago...he's talking to her. She opens her eyes a bit and looks at him.- ....yes, Will?
Caitlin: -He stops teasing her for a moment and leans over to kiss her.- Do you think that...maybe we could make love now?
Hime: -She pulls his underwear down a bit further and grins at him.- Are we not already?
Caitlin: -William gives her a flat look before wriggling out of his shorts.- You know very well what I meant, Grelle.
Hime: -Grelle can't help but laugh at his face. Count on Will to be literal at all times.- Yes, I do. -She does a bit of quick thinking (and it's a bloody marvel she can manage it; Will's fingers are magical, she swears) and decides that, given she can feel fluid drip onto her thighs, they probably don't need any extra lubricant right now. Thank god; she can't remember which drawer it's in. She hooks her leg over his hip and rolls them both over so he's above her, nudging his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.- And yes, I believe we can.
Caitlin: -He reaches down and lines his erection up at her entrance. The angle is certainly different, but not by much. Not that he's complaining or anything. There's just some part of him that needs to categorize the differences so he can decide how best to proceed, or file information away for future reference, or what have you. He takes her hand in his and looks down at her again.- Ready?
Hime: -I'm trying not to shake off the damn bed does that sound like "ready" to you or not--shut up, Grelle, it's for your own good. She twines her fingers with his and nods.- Very ready.
Caitlin: -He's sure she's swearing at him in her mind, but he can't help it. He nods and pushes his hips forward just a tiny bit, trying to get them both used to familiar yet widely new sensations. Another bit forward, and another bit, and he's watching her face to make sure he's not hurting her or anything. After what seems like an eternity, he's fully inside her, and he doesn't even try to suppress his groan.- Aaaanhh...
Hime: -She's not making quite as much noise just because she's dead certain the sheer number and speed of noises that want to come out of her mouth would give him a heart attack. She's got to be hyperventilating, and a whole run of gasps and incredibly high-pitched whines want very badly to escape her throat. But oh dear heaven, this....this is the best damn feeling she's ever had. Ever. And she gets to feel it for the rest of her life.- Oh...oh... -She tightens her grip on his hand and gets a hold of her voice again.- Move. Please, William, move.
Caitlin: -And so he does, pulling himself almost completely out and pushing back inside of her again. After a few moments his hips take up a more steady rhythm of their own, and he focuses on the rest of her. He kisses her mouth before bending his neck and nipping and sucking gently on the side of her throat.- Hnnngh--oh god, Grelle, oh--!
Hime: -She thinks there might be a tear in one of her eyes, but she doesn't even care anymore, because it's right. It's right, and it's never been right before, but now she doesn't have to suspend herself or try to forget what's wrong with her because there is nothing wrong anymore. Nothing wrong at all. She feels full and hot and loved and right. The hand not clasped with William's comes up to clutch at him from behind, nails scratching at him.- William--William, more, don't stopohgoddon'tstop...
Caitlin: -It's her nails almost more than her voice that gets his hips snapping into her full speed, and he's getting close--close, so close, oh god so close. For a split second he retains some small speck of a chain of thought and moves his fingers back down between them, keening and moaning all the while.-
Hime: -Oh god those fingers are going to be the death of her....she could make a joke about little deaths but fuck if she can even think straight because everything's just building and building and it's like nothing she's ever felt before because she's never done this and she can hear William's voice right in her ear and yes, yes yes god yes- Aaah! Aah, William, Will--aaaaaah! -Her whole world breaks like a stained glass window, her legs clamp around Will's waist, and her throat actually hurts a bit from the screams falling out of it, but she doesn't remotely care.-
Caitlin: -William can't put his finger on exactly what it is that takes him over, or maybe it's a combination of everything, but not long after a scream has been ripped from his fiancée’s throat, he can feel it building low in his belly and it just keep getting tighter and tighter and tighter until the world flashes white and splinters into a million pieces around him.- Grelle, Grelle, Grelle, darling, oh god, yesyesyesyes--!
Hime: -A bit more lucid now, she watches his face as he shudders and shouts above her, letting her eyes slip shut at the feeling of him spilling into her. Oh, that's a beautiful feeling. When she opens her eyes, he's gone still and his breathing is low and heavy. She lifts her hand to stroke his hair and smiles up at him. And yes, those are definitely tears in her eyes. It's wonderful.- ...god, I love you, Will.
Caitlin: -William's not quite back down to earth yet, but somewhere in between the ringing in his hears and the sounds of his own breaths, he hears Grelle speak. He replies as best he can, and he hopes she won't hold it against him.- Love...you, too.
Hime: -She smiles, leans her head to one side, and waits for him to collect himself. The blanket underneath them has the same earl-grey-and-paper smell that everything else in Will's house does. She imagines waking up every day to this smell, and finds she doesn't dislike the idea. No, she doesn't dislike it at all.- I almost can't believe this is real.
Caitlin: Neither can I, honestly. But it is. And we're going to be married and live together as man and wife and struggle to put up with one another for the rest of our lives. -He smiles down at her and kisses her mouth gently.- And it's going to be glorious. -Separates them and lies down on his back next to her. She snuggles up to his side, and he loves how that hasn't really changed either, the way she feels lying next to him in bed.- ...you know what, Grelle?
Hime: -She puts her arm on his chest, feeling so very warm and safe. And his hair has the same earl-grey-and-paper smell, too, how has she not noticed this before?- What, dear?
Caitlin: -He hates to move when they're both so obviously tired and comfortable, but it wouldn't do to fall asleep with no blanket and wake up feeling ill, would it?- I feel like...like I've just taken your virginity or something.
Hime: Pffffffffhahahahaha! -That was the absolute last thing she expected to hear from him, and it tickles her so much that she winds up sitting upright and hitting the mattress with one hand, realizing how very cold it is once she's stopped rolling with laughter. She shifts a bit and gets herself under the covers, trusting Will to have enough sense to do the same.- I don't even know what to say to that, Will. I mean, I suppose I can see why you would think that, but... I love the way you think sometimes, darling.
Caitlin: -He somehow expends the effort to wiggle under the covers, his job made much harder by all the laughing he's doing.- Yes, well, I should hope so, since you've agreed to live with me for the rest of your life. -He reaches for her again under the sheets and wraps his arms around her, reveling in the warmth of her body next to his.- God, are you as tired as I am?
Hime: -She snuggles into his chest and breathes deeply, deciding she could very easily get used to sleeping like this every single night. She doesn't even know why she's thinking like this now, it's not like she doesn't practically live here already.- I sure hope so, because I'm right-- -and she interrupts herself with a yawn- right about to fall asleep. -She kisses the corner of his mouth, smiling as she takes their glasses and puts them on the nightstand beside her.- Goodnight, William. ...my William.
Caitlin: -His eyes are half closed when he feels her slide his glasses of his face, and by the time it registers that she's wished him good night, he sort of manages to mumble, "G'night, Grelle" in return before to has fallen asleep.-