Greed was very gentle, massaging hid fingers up and down her neck. "Where do you want that stuff?" He asked as his hands shifted down her shoulders where she jerked again. Without a word he released her of her shirt. "What the?" Someone else had touched and marred his treasure. It was an entirely different story when he was the cause---but this was just unnecessary cruelty.
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Zoe was stiff as a board and tried to move away from Greed's hands, "Will you stop?" she felt like a child that didn't want to take a bath with how she was fighting him on keeping her shirt. This was her life, it was none of his business damnit! "I am not a child, I can do this myself--" she tried to argue but more than that she just didn't want him to see how far tonight had gone with her 'relatives'. How much further it could have gone if he hadn't intervened. But when he did get her free of the shirt, her cheeks were hot and flushed but not in the normal sweet way he got out of her. It wasn't the lack of clothes, it was the humiliation of the night that made them that way. She still wouldn't look at him. She really couldn't. "Can you now please leave." she said in a quiet voice.
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"Gimme that stuff," he snatched the balm from her hands, dropping her bra straps to smear (too much) it over the inflicted area. The stuff smelled awful, but after a while it was as if he got a high off of it. It wasn't lotion, but he treated it as such to her back. After a few minutes its hot and cold burn would start to kneed her muscles.
Greed eventually got her to lay flat on her stomach, where he carried that massage down her back, to her waist and back up.
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Zoe sighed as he started to rub the balm on her, it was like trying to talk to a brick wall. The jar was small because you really weren't supposed to use that much but with Greed everything was more so she'd be surprised if there was any of the balm left when he was done. She couldn't help but wince when he first worked on her shoulders, the hand bruises looking like marks of ownership on her shoulders.
"You don't have to.." she said softly when he urged her to lie down but at least this way she didn't have to look at him. But her body (a traitor) as always responded to his touch and he'd feel the tension slowly start to dissipate the more he touched her.
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Greed got comfortable on the bed, taking over in the way an owner would of a sick pet. He unhooked her bra, continuing his own therapy, with rolling fingers and soft touches. If it wasn't for the methanol in that balm he would have kissed her shoulders. "Better?" He asked softly, kissing the top of her head.
With Lust he never knew what to do when she was injured or hurt. With Zoe, his human instincts kicked in and he knew exactly what she needed.
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Sometimes Greed could be so caring, it made Zoe's heart want to burst. She closed her eyes for a moment when he kissed her head but when she opened them again, big brown doe eyes watched him as she slowly nodded. But her eyes were wet, her body might be doing better but she didn't seem better mentally.
It was a big blow. Greed had forgotten her last week and now her own grandfather forgot her this week. And tried to sell her. Family was something she wanted so bad and this was what she was getting. Greed had six brothers and sisters, and if he forgot her for his sister.. it meant that Lust probably did the same for him. They meant that much to each other. As much as Zoe wanted him for herself.. she was glad he had that kind of family. Her lashes lowered as she realized Lust hadn't been coming between them.. she had been coming between Greed and his sister.