yominokuni | Mistletoe Meme

[ She'll be sliding straight down him and to the floor, because he's made no effort to catch her. And because they both can't seem to comprehend that only one thing is going to get them out of this situation, William attempts to leave as well. Only to be thrown back, as well, tripping over his fallen coworker and practically landing in her lap. ]

[ The redhead doesn't even have time to complain before she has William's legs splayed across her lap, which only proves to leaves her in a wordless stupor.

Mouth agape, she tilts back her head to stare at the mistletoe looming over them. ]

I think-- a higher power is demanding that we kiss, William! Why, it must be fate...

[ No, it's just an enchanted parasitic plant. But, details. ]

I do not believe in fate.

[ An odd claim for a reaper who literally knows people's time and means of death up to a month in advance. ]

Honestly, whoever came up with this absurd ritual should be the one stuck here.

[ Oh and how awkward it is to get up from the floor when you're half laying on someone. He'll just be shimmying back as far as their confined space will let him. ]

[ Oh no, he won't be going anywhere. Not that he could, anyway. But the point is, she'll roll herself up onto her knees, still somewhat entangled between his, to crawl after him! ]

But, they are not, and we are.

[ Looming in dangerously close - truly, she's putting herself at risk for that aforementioned face punch - she peers over her spectacles at him as coquettishly as she may. ]

Perhaps we should do something about it.

[ It's not a punch, but William's hand is certainly pressed firmly against Grell's face, pushing her back as much as he can from the awkward position they've tangled themselves up in. ]

No.

[ Forced back onto her haunches, Grell blindly grasps for William's wrists with a muffled whine! ]

C'mooon, d'yoo w'nna shtay her' for'eveh!!

If I have to.

[ Okay, now he's just being ridiculously stubborn. At least he's let go of Grell's face, for now. ]

[ With a SIGH, Grell wipes a finger along the edges of her mouth to fix her smudged gloss. ]

Fine. But, if you'll be keeping us here, I'll expect you to take some responsibility.

[ Turning to plop down between his knees, she'll lean back to rest against his chest. ]

I'm getting comfortable. [ She'll declare, whilst fishing her phone from a pocket of her coat. ]

[ William's posture somehow straightens even more when Grell's suddenly using him as a pillow. He attempts to scoot away again, only to be trapped even more between her and the invisible wall of their prison. ]

Sutcliffe. This is hardly comfortable.

[ The more he scoots, the further down she'll be resting against him. It doesn't seem to faze her at all; perhaps she'll end up on his lap. ]

If you just leaned against the door frame normally, this wouldn't be an issue.

[ Until he does, Grell will be checking her Instagram notifications. ]

[ Second annoying thing about this position they're in: Grell's hair is all in his face. Hence why his hands are currently atop Grell's head, attempting to flatten out those rebellious shorter pieces. ]

If you stopped forcing yourself on me, perhaps I would be more willing to comply.

You say that as though I'd like you to be compliant. I don't.

[ Putting that thought on hold, Grell raises her phone to snap a picture of them both - and regardless of what William might be doing, she's giving the camera a saucy little wink! ]

In any case, I fear you're far too apathetic to pursue human contact of your own accord. Would you like to prove to me otherwise?

[ And now that she's set a filter on that image, the redhead's smiling as she posts it! ]

Honestly, my interests in intimacy with others is none of your business and-- Did you just post an image of me without my permission?

[ That phone is getting snatched out of her hands, because apparently now he needs to see just what else she's been posting that he may not have been aware of! ]

Why does it have to be with others-- hey!

[ With a huff, she-- doesn't fight it. If he really wants to see what she has on there, he can. It isn't as though she has the capacity for shame. Simply, she'll cross her arms over her waist with a pout. ]

You say that as though you have anything to worry about. You're always handsome.

[ And William will primarily find images that she's posted of herself; outfits, makeup, perhaps a sexy picture of two. But, she's apparently managed to include a few others with William without his prior realization... There's even one of him sleeping in her bed, including a caption riddled with heart emoji and a variety of tags expressing how fortunate she is to have him. Sentimental, but potentially misleading. ]

So-- would you fancy seeing someone else?

Again, it is none of your business.

[ He's skimming through the posts, shaking his head at the pointlessness of half of them and pausing briefly on the few naughtier pics only to quickly resume scrolling immediately after. He fully stops, though, once he finds that one particular pic of him asleep with a fort of red pillows around himself. ]

Did you take this that morning?

[ Obvious answer, but he goes quiet, reading the tags displayed below the image. He would have expected them to be far more inappropriate. ]

[ None of her business?! That earns a disgrunted growl from the redhead, as she plops her head back against his shoulder, and folds her arms tighter against herself.

But seeing him stuck on on those risque pictures, even for that brief second, manages to bring the grin back to her face. ]

When else could it have been, silly?

Quiet.

[ He'd forcefully delete the two images right now, but at least she was considerate enough in what she wrote about it. And she should thank Death it wasn't a lewd picture. For now she just gets a bash to the top of her head as he tosses her phone back into her lap. ]

Next time, ask for my permission before you go posting things like this about me.

[ Following a yelp, the redhead gingerly presses a hand over her afflicted crown, glancing over her shoulder to bat her pretty painted lashes at William. ]

Asking tends to take the fun out of things, you know-- but, if I must.

[ Shifting onto her hip, so that she may rest against his shoulder and peer up his way, Grell hums with contemplation. ]

When you'd said that you would be more compliant - if I wasn't so pushy - you meant with everything, didn't you?

Yes, but especially regarding you forcing intimate contact on me. And I hope you realize that I have been exceptionally lenient with you, as of late.

[ After all, Grell was still comfortably seated between his legs. ]

Oh, yes, I know. It's made me very happy.

[ With a happy sigh, she'll close her eyes whilst nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder - only slightly, so as not to smudge her foundation! ]

Mm, so, do you mean to say that if I were to stop... you would initiate?

[ Is it possible for William T. Spears to get flustered? Perhaps a tiny bit. Hence why his hand moves up to adjust his frames, despite them being perfectly positioned on the bridge of his nose. ]

That is not what I was implying. I meant that if you simply asked for a kiss, instead of flinging yourself on me and whining when I say no, that I might be willing to change my answer. ]

I act because I'm overcome with emotion when I see you, William - and I protest only because I desire your affections so greatly! Is that truly so terrible?

[ Yet, rather than being off put by his answer, Grell is only raising a hand to fiddle with one of his lapels, perhaps becoming a bit flustered, herself. ]

But, I've been trying. I'll try harder...

Yet, you seem to enjoy it just as much when I push you aside. Honestly, the way you act makes no sense to me, whatsoever.

[ He sighs heavily, shaking his head. ]

Yes you have been better lately, surprisingly enough. And I believe I've been tolerating more from you than I normally would. Apparently that isn't enough for you.

[ There's a chuckle on Grell's breath, to that. With a quirk of an upturned brow, she peers up to him with a wry sort of smile. ]

I've already explained how I feel. Of course I'd want more.

[ And then she's flicking at that collar a bit, pressing her teeth into her bottom lip. ]

You can't fault me for that, can you? Or enjoying a bit of-- rough play...

So then what is going to happen if I do kiss you? What are you going to expect from me, and undoubtedly hound me for, next?

[ Because he knows it's just gonna open up the flood gates. He's got proof enough of that by the fact that she's far from content with just these brief, somewhat relaxing moments together. ]

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