William turned onto his side to gaze at the redhead. The night had gone as usual: the two had gotten into a shouting match about something meaningless. Then, hair mussed, faces flushed, their bodies had drawn closer and closer until they collided. Will going rough on the top, Grell's nails leaving vicious red scratches as they raked down his back.

This is the last time, he told himself.
He hated her. Everything about her enraged him. She was hyper, overdramatic, and caused him nothing but trouble.
He loved her. He loved her energy and passion for life. The way she ran her hands through his hair and knew exactly where to touch drove him mad. She was his drug, and he was hopelessly addicted.

This is the last time, Grell told herself.
She couldn't stand him. He was cruel, humorless, and deliberately gave her extra work.
And yet, there was a softness under the surface, if you were willing to look. He kissed her so gently, and the way he wrapped his arms around her could immediately make her melt. His iciness made her want to get inside and figure him out.

I swear I can't do this again, Will lied to himself as he pushed her against the wall.

No more after this, Grell scolded herself as she pulled his tie to bring his lips to hers.

This has to stop, they both thought as they sank on to the bed.

But...maybe just once more.