Bored. You are so bored. A desk job where you merely supervise the clocking in and out and the possession of Death Scythes doesn't really provide the entertainment you seek. Then again, this job was the best you can get while being on probation. At any rate, this better than working a desk job and filing forms and handling paper work all day.
Ah. At last, some entertainment. You think once you catch a glimpse of red.
"My lady looks radiant as always." You say and lean on the counter with your elbow; watch as Grell blushes and bats her eye lashes at you.
"Really? You think so?" Grell replies. "I think you look quite good as well, [Name]. You would look even better if you are covered in red or surrounded by it."
"Is that a suggestion or a promise?"
Grell leans on the counter, and moves till she is almost within kissing distance and whispers against your lips, "Most definitely a promise." You stop breathing, look at her parted lips and close your eyes.
Someone clears their throat and both of you turn to see who is it.
"I will not work over time because you two are flirting." William's voice rings out and you have the decency to avert your face while Grell complains.
"Fine!" She huffs. "[Name], if you would please give me my Scythe while we clock in." You go to the storage in the back to get the Grell's Death Scythe and give it to her. Once in her hands, Grell is cooing and almost hugging the Scythe. You watch amused before handing them the clipboard to sign.
"Lucky you. Your probation has ended." "Yes! Finally. When will yours?" "I still have a month, can you believe it? Me! Stuck here?" "I-"
William pointedly clears his throat again, gives you two a glare and walks out.
"I will come again~" Grell says as she hurries after William.
Oh, there goes your entertainment. At least you know Grell will be back.
Clothes are thrown around the room, both your glasses are on the night stand. And you are snuggled close to Grell with her arms around you and your legs entangled together. This is nice, you decide.
"Hey Grell," You whisper and she shifts to look down at you. "Yes? [Name]-chan?" You stop playing with her hair to contemplate how to phrase your question.
"Do you think I... no, would you let me braid your hair?" "That's it?" To be honest Grell didn't expect that, she expected you would ask for something else.
"Your hair is very pretty and soft." You shrug, no need to be embarrassed about it now she knows. "You really think so?"
Grell lets out a quite squeal and hugs you closer, moving around so you are on your back and she is straddling you. Grell gathers her hair to the side so it is spilling over one shoulder. She takes pleasure in watching you as you reach a hand to run it through her hair and how transfixed you are with it.
"So pretty." You sigh. Grell has had enough, she leans down and kisses you again.