Chance Avaritia "Greed" (better_than) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-04-10 16:29:00 |
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Current mood: | contemplative |
Current music: | "Counting Stars" by One Republic |
Entry tags: | greed, zoe hansen |
Who: Greed and Zoe
When: Sunday night,
What: Greed's car breaks down, Zoe has to take the reigns for her safety....
Where: Local Chinese restaurant, Zoe's apartment
Warnings: Sin going crazy, black hole on the block, nakedness and a little playtime but not much
Status: Complete OMG this took like a week or more...
He'd left Lust's den of sexual fantasy, tied up in the usual haze she left him in. He stuck around long enough to get one more taste, but in the back of his mind he had to be somewhere. The shower cleared his head, but it still didn't give him any answers, he just had the urge to leave. He picked up his phone, thumbing through the list of calls, but there were no new ones. He pocketed the phone, pulling on a shirt and leather jacket.
He should have known something was wrong when the car sputtered as he started it up. It cranked eventually, humming like a smart engine should. Greed kissed the dash for a little extra push. His yellow beast was not allowed to break down on him. Not after the trouble they went through from Lucy's fire all those months ago.
He wasn't but three miles away from where Zoe's hole in the wall apartment sat when he was sidetracked by the Chinese takeout. He wasn't gone but ten minutes, stuffing an eggroll in his mouth ready to peel out of the two-spaced parking lot.
She wouldn't crank.
He tried again. And again...
Again...
She still wouldn't crank. There was just that awful puttering as the battery tried to juice up. It took just a few minutes for Greed to jump out of his car in a screaming match with the air. That dark cloud sprouted up. Greed's angry influenced those around him. The cashier at the restaurant stuffed the nights funds into his pocket and walked out. The guy across the street stalled the man in front of him long enough to wipe out his debit account at the teller. If he kept pumping out his anger someone was going to hurt themselves. Greed wasn't running on his happy fumes tonight.
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When they’d gone to the mattress store earlier in the week, the guy had informed them the bed couldn’t be delivered that night so Greed, who hated to sleep alone, came home with Zoe. He couldn’t wait to order the comforter and while she showered he used her laptop to order. But the amazon page was on her account and so when she got home, she found the package waiting for her.
She took out her phone to call Greed and tell him, she was sure he’d have a panic attack if the thing didn’t show up at his door.
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He was having a panic attack but over one of his prized cars that decided to have a temper tantrum. His phone went off which only irritated him more.
"What?" He barked on the other line, kicking his tire. He hadn't even looked at the number.
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Zoe’s brows shot up at the greeting, “Hi...? I call at a bad time?”
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A man walked by him ready to ask if he needed a jump, but instead he went down the block to rob the nearest convenience store at gunpoint.
Greed laughed into the phone, clouds rumbling up ahead. He was about to lose his nice cloudless night. "My fucking car won't start that's what!"
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Zoe blinked a couple of times, alright it was frustrating but no reason-- wait, he was mentally five, that car was his baby. “Where are you?” she asked as she brought her laptop over to the sofa and was ready to look up some nearby garages. She had a strong feeling Greed never bothered with common things like AAA.
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With her talking he could remember he was supposed to go see her. Lust was about to truck off overseas. He already wasn't a happy camper. Neither were the people around him.
"Three miles from your fucking hole in the wall." He wasn't going to be nice.
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She tried to stay calm, her voice even, “Okay.. any streets or stores you broke down in front of?” she’d seen him mad, but this was a whole new side of Greed. Probably the side that George and Patience had tried to warn her about. The Sins did all bleed into each other and it looked like Greed had no problem dripping into his sister’s domain for a little while..
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"In front of the Chinese takeout. Duh." He huffed. He'd flung his eggroll onto the ground because he'd lost his appetite. Right now his baby was pissing him off. Both of them.
He'd started to push on the rear end of the car to get it to budge. "I'm not leaving her here in this dump." The dump that he had died to eat from, now he was just mad at it. The owners of the restaurant had popped out starting to speak in Chinese a mile a minute.
"I'm on the fucking phone do you mind!" He yelled back, the men turning on each other in a heated argument about how they were losing business because of the bad location. The thunder clapped overhead, ready to pour down on Greed at any minute.
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She turned her lips in as he huffed and grumped and was a general asshole. As soon as he mentioned where he was, she knew the location. She looked up online two of the closest garages and said calmly, “No one is leaving her there.”
She could hear the people getting mad around him and it was making her nervous. She slipped into her heels and grabbed a small compact umbrella that she put in her bag and was out the door. “Please try to not get shot, okay? I’m going to be there in a few minutes and so will a tow truck.” she was not looking forward to seeing what this was going to be like..
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Greed would sooner make the men shoot each other and rob their wallet before he was their victim. He was causing them to fight, one of them expressing how they were the true owner of the restaurant. That the other was just piggy-backing the benefits, taking all the credit. Not to mention how their cashier was missing with the nights earnings. As a true fabrication of hell, Greed was lashing out to ruin those around him.
He slammed the phone down through the window of his car, just as the rain started to pour. It was fifteen minutes before Zoe showed, his mood a test to her strength.
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Zoe paid the cabbie who said something really rude to her before he drove off but she didn’t know if it was him or the air around them. It was heavy and overwhelming. She’d gotten mad before sure, but she was delicate and not hard wired for the levels of rage that was saturating the area.
She spotted Greed by his car getting soaked and walked over to him, stopping a couple of feet away, looking as if she just smelled something bad. It wasn’t a smell, it was a feeling, she could feel it crawling over her like cockroaches, her temper itching to climb. “I called the tow truck.. should be here soon.” she said loud enough to be heard over the rain.
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The cabbie had felt ripped off because Zoe had given him the exact change. He'd wanted a tip. The driver spun off squealing his tires in the rain.
Greed shot out a nasty glare. "It's already been fifteen minutes," he wiped off the rain from his face. He was soaked. He made an advance towards her. "What took you so long? He was already shifting the blame to her when she was just caught in the crossfire. The angry Chinese men had gone back inside, still arguing with each other as they turned over the closed sign.
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As many steps he took forward, she took the same amount back to keep the same distance between them. She was trying to keep a handle on herself because she could so easily drown in what he was sending out, and she would if she moved closer. “The rain.” she pointed out since it was pouring around them, “That’s probably why they’re a little late too. You know traffic gets worse in it.” she was keeping her eyes on him like he was a lion that might attack.
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His head twitched to the side when she stepped back. He didn't like that. Greed stuffed his hands in his pockets taking another step forward. "The weather man didn't say it was going to rain," he pushed back the wet strands of hair that were falling into his face.
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Zoe took another step back, holding onto the handle of her umbrella, at least she was staying somewhat dry, “Mother nature kinda does her own thing.” she checked down the road to see if the tow truck was in sight yet but the traffic was thinned out, people either didn’t want to move in the rain or tried to do it slowly.
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He wiped the rain from the end of his nose, his cheeks reddening up with the exposure to the cold water. He'd hiked through worse when going to smuggle her from Gabe in the hurricane. This was different. His sin was on high after having just seen Lust. He was a vampire right now.
"You just going to stand there?!"
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She looked him in the eye and calmly asked, “What would you like me to do?” he wasn’t going to listen to her sensible advice of calming down or anything, and she refused to fight with him.
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"I want you to come here!" He pointed to the spot by his feet. She wasn't succumbing to him. He expected her to fight, to come forward. Instead he was faced with her poise and patience. It had some positive effect, a temper to his wild rage, but he was still angry. His favorite toy car was broken, but his favorite possession would be too if he pressed his anger or his influence.
The angry Chinese men came outside, one of then eyeing Zoe as the rain started to let up. Greed however looked like someone out of a horror movie as he stared down the two men. If they felt like pit-pocketing they better find another street.
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Zoe held her position and ignored the men, “I want to but I’ll come over there when you’re not like that. I.. I can’t breathe if I get too close you and you’re acting like this.” she was being honest.
She leaned her head to the side, “The tow truck is down the street. If you don’t want the guy to ram it into your car, might I suggest you walk across the street and watch from there.” she wanted him to really just leave and meet her at her place but she knew that car was important to him.
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Greed didn't trust others with his stuff. Especially when he was this enveloped with his selfish, sinly ways. He shot a glance to the men who had just served him dinner earlier that night. They quickly scattered before Greed turned on them in a way he would regret later.
He saw the tow truck from a distance, carefully scanning Zoe for an ulterior motive. When she said she couldn't breathe he cursed at her, the rain still lightly pitter-pattering on his head. He pointed his finger at her. If that tow truck did so much as scratched his baby, hell hath no fury.
In the back of his mind he knew she meant no harm. That she was a calming influence he needed to knock him back down out of this sin rage. He wasn't Wrath, but he was channeling a lot of his sister. Both her and Lust. It would be a testament to their newfound relationship and how they tackled these issues.
He growled jogging across the street just before the tow truck pulled alongside the yellow beast while Greed watched like a vulture.
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She set her jaw and was getting pissed herself when he pointed that finger at her. Her violence was about to be unleashed but then he crossed to the other side of the street and she calmed a bit. She hated him right now and was angry but her brain was trying to determine reality from his wave of Sin vomit.
She took a deep breath and went to talk to the tow truck guy. They were taking a long time over it but she didn't care, let Greed stew. She refused to look over at him even once.
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The man told her to take anything out of the car that would be needed. Greed would be charged with his repair bill later. It was late, after hours so the tow itself could well be over a hundred or so. The man rigged up the car with his chains, not feeling the strong wave that would have been there had Greed been standing there. More importantly he had toned down some of that spite with Zoe there. She was that tow man's saving grace, a barrier between what damage Greed could do.
It irked Greed that she was such a comfortable fit. This was what they'd have to deal with when he'd seen Lust.
Greed impatiently paced back and forth, ready to head back over, but the car had been hoisted up and the tow truck pulling off the street.
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Zoe thanked the man. Even giving him a smile and a small laugh when he said something nice. Oh look, decent people existed in the world. She waved at the guy as he drove off, the bill and information in her hand of where Greed’s baby would be. She still didn’t even glance at him snarling away. She took out her phone and scrolled to find a cab company.
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When she didn't bother looking at him Greed took off his now ruined leather jacket and stomped around. Zoe was not budging a bit. Now what was he going to do? Go home by himself? Lose his car and his girl in one night? That would just piss him off even more.
So, he took a moment to breathe. He needed to hang on to one of his toys or he would explode. He rubbed his hands on his face taking a moment to collect himself before approaching her again.
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The second he crossed past the distance they’d established before, Zoe again took steps back to maintain it. It might look like she was ignoring him but she was very aware of him. She didn’t say anything to him but those big brown doe eyes looked up from her phone and right into his baby blues despite them not being close. She had a ‘can I help you with something’ look on her face. He was not getting near her yet.
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"You're still going to just stand there?" He threw his arms out. He was soaked, she offered warmth and yet she was still keeping her distance.
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She was tense now, she didn’t like it when he got all angry aggressive with her for no reason, “Do you want the umbrella?” she asked innocently. She knew what he was after though.
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He was misplacing his anger still, but he wasn't near that danger zone. She wasn't in the clear yet, not until he felt completely comfortable. She wasn't in panic or in a fit of tears, so she had a lot of control considering the position he had her in.
"What are you just going to throw it at me?"
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So he was still a jerk. She didn’t answer him just closed her umbrella so the rain was now soaking her too. She put the umbrella down on the ground in front of her. Then she walked away so their distance was doubled and she gave a flourish with her hand as if to say it’s all yours. She went back to her phone and brought it to her ear, talking to the cab company.
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Greed took the umbrella, opening it up with the wide eyes of a child. After a while as she talked, he obnoxiously splashed in the water until she was off the phone.
"Are you done?" She probably wanted to leave him there in the rain.
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Zoe’s mood was worsening now that she was getting soaked in the rain. She wrapped her arms around herself as if the meager action might provide her with some warmth which it didn’t. At his voice, she looked at him, shivering a little now, “Do you want me to call you a cab?” clearly stating with the deceptively polite question that he was not getting in the one that was coming for her.
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He was a magnet for all that negative energy, which physically and mentally wasn't helping Zoe to be near him. In his rational mind he realized, but he was pumping still an unhealthy level of Sin.
"What don't want to see me?" Which he took personal because he wanted the attention.
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She sighed and looked at him, a pained look on her face. “I do. I want to see you, and be with you but if I go near you right now, I won’t be me. You’ll have someone who’s going to be filled with rage and hatred and start fighting with you. I won’t be your Zoe.” he’d have a very Sin filled version of her.
She looked at the ground, rain dripping off her button nose he liked, “Being together is already so hard with how much people want us apart. We already fight a lot but about things that matter. I don’t want to risk everything we have over something petty.” which is what this would turn out to be, she looked at him, frustration, weariness and misery in her eyes, “I get it, you’re having a bad day. You wanna scream? Hit stuff? Be mad? Go for it. But I can’t be part of it because I’d really like to be your girlfriend for longer than nine days this time.” which was how long their last relationship lasted, “And if I go near you right now.. I really don’t see that happening.”
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Part of her appeal was that she wasn't juiced with influence via himself or anyone else. She had a natural appeal that he could ruin right now just because he was having a bad day. Because Lust had pumped him up.
He was putting up a risk by sticking around, she knew better than to blindly follow him right now. It kept her safe. It kept her his and not dead somewhere. He'd appreciate that later.
He narrowed his eyes at her, just thin slits of blue poking through like a visor. He was inspecting every inch of her to be sure she wasn't pulling a false move just to get away from him.
"Ok." He was still unsure.
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She didn’t want to leave him but it’d destroy them both if she stayed. He said okay and maybe. She tried to smile but failed, “Okay..” she said softly and then the cab pulled up. She opened the backdoor and she could feel his Sin jabbing her. Horrible thoughts of what he’d do if she left right now. Go sleep with other girls or forget her for days or.. or... she closed her eyes tight for a second, trying to get a grip. No, this time it’d work. They were going to try.. but even so, when he was like this...
She looked at him before she got in the cab, her eyes going to the umbrella, “Bring that by later?” it was her invitation to him to come see her when he was ready. She wasn’t shutting him out. She was just.. waiting.
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There he was left in the rain watching her leave. It gutted him, Greed was not a fan of being detached. It left him hanging on his own which was taboo for the excess Sin. Detachment stomped its boots on his excess and opened the door for a straighter course. It was that straight and narrow path that the Virtues followed and he wasn't okay with that.
The rain sounded off against the umbrella. Even it didn't wash off the scent she left. That very Zoe smell. He closed his eyes breathing it in. It was the man from earlier that robbed a convenience store two blocks away that ran by and woke him from his moment.
Greed tackled him to the ground, allowing Zoe's cab to get within a safe distance. He held him facedown in a puddle, his elbows digging into his back. It let him drain out his anger. Sadly, he'd be returning to Zoe with a broken umbrella.
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The cops would have shown up before Greed could drown the guy but they weren’t yelling at him. They were applauding his ‘brave’ act, thinking that he’d tackled the robber to the ground to stop him. For once, the cops were praising him instead of trying to arrest him.
Meanwhile, as the hour grew later, Zoe was in a loose sweatshirt that was too big for her, most likely Gabe’s plus her plaid PJ bottoms. She sat by her window but it was cold, the rain still coming down but despite it all, she left the window open a tiny crack. It chilled the room even though it was small, it was enough, but she wanted Greed to be able to get in. If he came. She didn’t know if he would but she hoped he would. There were extra blankets on the bed to make up for the lack of warmth. All she did was pull them up over her head, she still felt cold and miserable.
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Greed had been ready to dart, his hands pressing into the man's back like a springboard. Before he could make his grand escape the cops were helping him to his feet without cuffing his wrists. It was enough to drain the anger from his system and confuse him.
They were in the process of shoving the thief into the car when Greed picked up the wad of cash and stuffed it in his pocket. It was a shame to let it go to waste. The cops didn't even notice. They'd think the thief had deposited it in his mad rush down the street.
Greed took off, broken umbrella in hand, hell on his ass. It was 11 when he called a cab three blocks away. He was dropped off at Zoe's apartment, stopped by a begging man at the bottom of the stairs. The old man held an umbrella, trying to open it with shaky hands. Greed swiped his good umbrella for his bad and shot up the fire escape. The rain had finally died down, just a light mist once he crouched at Zoe's cracked window. He pushed it open, dragging in the cold and the rain with him.
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The Zoe shaped lump under the covers on her bed shifted, curling into a tighter ball to guard against the cold. She was asleep for the most part. Not peacefully, but that kind of half in and out of consciousnesses state. She wasn’t getting out of this bed unless the floor caved in.
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When the lump didn't move, Greed dragged the blanket off her to wrap around him. He was freezing. He turned, water still dripping down his face to shut the window. It made a loud rattling noise, so whatever dreamstate Zoe was in it was shattered.
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Zoe definitely felt the blankets being pulled off her and her eyes snapped open. She quickly struggled and then sat up in bed, hair a mess as she looked at the old crone at the window. Wait no, it was Greed with her blankets. “You’re getting them all wet..” she gestured to her blankets and let her hand flop onto the bed. She shivered now only in her night time clothing. She was happy to see him but wary still. She didn’t know what state of mind he was in but he wasn’t spewing sin rage at her at least.
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He rubbed his hands across his arms, using the blanket more as a towel than its usual purpose. "It's cold!" Now that the rain had stopped everything from the tips of his ears to his toes was frozen. His eyes darted to her attire. "Ugh Zoe what is that?" He pointed to her oversized shirt, dropping the now wet towel to peel off his shirt.
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Her mouth dropped open and she looked like ugh, “Chance.. those were my blankets.. I don’t even know if I have any that aren’t soaking. You big fat jerk..” she grumbled as she got up from the bed.
“It’s a sweatshirt and jammies because as you pointed out, it’s cold.” so maybe she was still annoyed by his abuse earlier. She padded from the room to go to the living room and see if there was anything clean there.
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He stood with his jeans open, belt loose. He stood there in semi-wet boxers that clung to his skin as if it were a latex suit. He was still cold.
By the time she got back to the room he had padded into the bathroom with the hair dryer trying to sooth his prickly, cold skin.
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Zoe took the blanket on the back of the sofa and raised her brows when she heard the hair dryer but walked right on past the bathroom. She knew that one kiss from her and he’d easily get warm but she didn’t feel like suggesting it because she didn’t feel like kissing him. Jerk. Yelling at her and ruining her blankets.
She padded back into her room and flopped down onto the bed, wrapping the blanket tight around her as she snuggled into the pillow. She wouldn’t kick him out. She loved him too much unfortunately. But she was not done being irritated with him.
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Even with the hair dryer he was still shivering. He came back into her room, pouncing on the tiny bed. She bounced at the motion, but it wasn't enough to satisfy him. She had hardly said more than two words. It bothered him.
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Zoe bounced because of physics but she still stayed curled up in the fresh blanket with her back to him. She didn’t toss him off the bed but she wasn’t exactly super inviting.
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"Zoe!" He whined, curling up behind her, his arms searching around her to get comfortable. He pressed his chest against her back. "Talk to me." When she was quiet it played into his detached feeling which was as heavy as a two ton weight in the air.
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She sighed but didn’t move, her eyes were open and she responded with, “If I say anything to you it’s just going to be a bunch of horrible words and I don’t want to fight. I’m finally dry, cold again, and I want the day to be over.” so she was kinda grumpy. Having your boyfriend act like a lunatic and then want to cuddle did that to you.
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Greed sighed into her neck, his forehead pressed against the skin, using her hair as a cover. He wasn't anywhere near the angry sin she had witnessed, but he could pick up on her wary nerves.
"You know the cops congratulated me for stomping on a thief." He found it kind of hilarious now but at the time it had been offensive. He wiggled his body a little like spiders were crawling down his back.
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“Yay.” she said flatly. The problem was that just because Greed drained all of his anger, it didn’t mean Zoe had drained all of hers. She was not going to cater to his mood. She could not just dismiss what happened that night right away. But she didn’t fight his touch. She wanted him there even if she did want to slap him.
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Greed shoved her then. Lightly, but still an irritated shove. "What do you want me to say?" He sat up, crossing his arms over his chest as he sat flat against the wall.
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She made a face when she got shoved but still didn’t budge. Now that he was against the wall, he could see her face. She was still cuddled tight in that blanket as she looked at him, “That you were a jerk. A big one.” she kept her eyes on his face, the rest of his nakedness was too distracting. And she was not going to let his body woo her.
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"Yeah I know. And?" He flopped his arms like a penguin. "I was mad." He wasn't Wrath, but still equally dangerous.
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“Yeah well, now I am.” she sighed tried to explain to him, “I know that a lot of that was your Sin side but it still affects me. I’m not perfect. I can be understanding because I want us to work but I can’t just ignore what happened.”
She sat up, the thin blanket remaining on the bed, the oversized sweatshirt sliding down to expose one bare shoulder. “You were a big jerk to me. I didn’t like it. Just because I didn’t fight with you doesn’t mean it was okay.”
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Greed sighed with a loud obnoxious groan, holding the blanket up to his face. She wanted him to apologize? "I'm sorry!" He barked at her as if it was hard for him to even say it. He eyed the bare skin on her shoulder, poking it with his finger.
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She hadn’t been expecting an apology. She just wanted him to understand why she was upset and acknowledge that how he acted towards her wasn’t okay. It was rare he said sorry, so him saying it now meant a lot to her. She reached up to take the hand that was poking her. She kissed it before she slipped hers into it and rested her chin on their joint hands as she looked at him.
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He knew she had been the voice of reason that kept herself safe not only for her, but for him as well. Greed treaded a fine line that he would have hated later. He didn't want to be what destroyed her.
He thought a moment, tugging at her hand. "I saw Lust," he wasn't sure if that was part of what hyped him up to be so angry, or because if it was his favorite car. It was still his possession, and taken or wrecked it would warrant a strong response.
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When he tugged on her hand and dropped that bomb, she let his hand go, assuming he didn’t want it held and was trying to get free. “Oh.” was all she said. They’d agreed he could see his sister as long as he saw Zoe after so he wouldn’t forget her. It wasn’t ever easy to hear. But she needed to know so she could take it into consideration for his behavior. But it still hurt because she knew there was nothing equivalent that she could give to him. All she said was, “Did you shower?” which was the other part of the deal.
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He found that since Lithuania he wanted her glued to him. She was his prize, his most delicate prize. Why wouldn't he want to pet and cuddle it all the time? She was something even more precious as his girlfriend. He was confused in her anger, she wasn't expressing it beyond her tone.
"YES!" he grabbed her hand again.
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She widened her eyes, “Jesus, okay..” she let him take her hand again but didn’t move closer to him. “Your comforter came. The leather one. That’s why I’d called earlier. They shipped it here. I don’t know if you...” she looked at him and shook her head a little implying he could use that as a blanket if he wanted.
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"That was the deal wasn't it?" It seemed the more time they spent apart it was harder on him."It did?!" He perked up, looking around her room. "What did you do with it?" He was already bouncing on the bed..
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“Yeah it was..” she wasn’t thrilled with it but she’d have to get used to it. She wondered if their conversation had actually sunk in but he was ready to go again. She sighed and pointed at the corner where the box sat with the comforter in it. The box was open because she hadn’t known.
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Her words sunk in more than she ever thought. Greed was a sponge. He soaked up things naturally, because then he could use it to his advantage later, even when he wasn't aware of it.
Greed leaped off the bed, bare butt and all. He plucked the comforter from its box, unfolding it to inspect. Then like a bat he draped it over his shoulders and sailed back onto the bed.
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Zoe gave him a look but there was a fondness for him in her features as she scooted to make room for him, “I should so make you sleep on the couch..” he gave her heartburn.
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"Nooooooo!" He insisted curling up next to her with the squishy, loud comforter. It almost looked like latex in the light. He laid his head on her thigh, quiet for a moment. "Let's go to Kansas," he blurted.
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She blinked, “Kansas? We just got back from Lithuania a few weeks ago..” she pushed his face off her leg so it’d land on the pillow, she couldn’t talk to him if she couldn’t see his face. Especially for something like this. Not that the idea wasn’t appealing. It was heart breaking to not be able to be with him in an intimate way.
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"Lust is going out of the country to fuck a saint." It irked him a little, but he was also curious. He flopped his head onto the pillow, snuggling against it as if it were a mothers breast. "That means Kansas. Come on Zoe its been three weeks already," he whined. That was an eternity. He wanted to feel that again. To know that when she moaned his name or clung to him tightly, they shared something. The first thing Greed had really ever shared that wasn't focused entirely on self. That could only happen in a deadzone with Zoe. More importantly Zoe was officially labeled as something in his possession that ranked so much higher than a toaster. He was curious to see how that played into their physical relationship. From the Cosmo magazine it stated it made all the difference in the world. And how much more supernova could Greed get to having sex with her? It might turn into something actually explosive with biblical proportions. He was prepared to find out.
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She wasn’t going to even touch the whole his sister was going out of the country to have sex with a Saint. Wrath did it so why not and she really didn’t want to talk about Lust. She smiled a little, her mouth dropping open in mock exaggeration as she fluffed up a pillow next to him, “Three whole weeks!?” she squirmed down to lie down next to him. She wasn’t close enough to kiss him but their faces were just a few inches apart. “You just had sex tonight.” she pointed out. To her she figured he needed sex, not that he needed sex with her.
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"I know," he said with a pouty face, "but I want sex with you." That bottom lip puckered out as if a weight were drawing it down. "You're my girlfriend now. Cosmo magazine says emotional connections make it awesome. I figure its on biblical proportions now."
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She smiled a little because it made her feel all warm and fuzzy when he said he wanted to have sex with her. Her eyes grew big as she widened them, “You didn’t think it was awesome in Lithuania?” instantly alarmed that maybe he hadn’t found it as mind blowing and wonderful as she had. They had had a very intense emotional connection there, their relationship just hadn’t been official.
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"It blew my mind and other things too," he flashed a white grin. "But I mean now," he poked her, "you're my girlfriend." It just rolled off his tongue, he liked how possessive it really did sound.
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She pressed her cold feet to his bare legs in retaliation for the poke, “I am.. but I dunno if the sex will get better. I don’t want you to be disappointed if it doesn’t.” it was a lot of pressure.
After a moment she frowned, “You read cosmo?”
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"Shit keep those things away," but he instantly crawled to pick up one foot and rub the blanket over it again and again until it wasn't ice pressing into his skin.
"Had a hot chick on the cover and said 'make sex astronomical' or something like that." He shrugged, "I was curious."
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She smiled a little, “You’re in my bed, I can put them wherever I want.” when he was done with her foot, she scooted a little closer and slid it in between his legs, crossing at his ankle so she had one of his legs captive. She hadn’t said yes or no to Kansas though on purpose.
“Speaking of hot chicks, all the girls at work keep asking about you.. I’m pretty sure they’re plotting to kill me just so they could console you with their boobs at the funeral.”
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She stung him with those icecaps for toes, he shivered bundling up under the cover. He held it up to his chin, nose peeking out from the top.
"Oh? C or D cup?" He wiggled his brows. Mary had reacted very similar that morning after she had a run in with him at church. She had displayed that pretty package of a body, those pearly whites, and her fat tongue which she threaded into his mouth forcefully as if she would get anything out of him. It had been hard to deny, up until she dived for his belt in the confessional. Then he left her there after blurting out that he had a girlfriend. He'd actually sounded proud of it.
Even after the potluck at a other neighboring church, Greed had to go work off some sexual tension with Lust.
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She laughed and punched at him lightly under the covers, “You jerk.. you totally would be fine with that wouldn’t you.” she kicked just to touch more of him with her cold feet as punishment.
She had a thought and asked curiously, “Oh.. it’s Sunday. Mary didn’t try to crucify you?” she doubted Greed would avoid the church just because he messed with the preacher’s daughter there.
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"She tried. Didn't quite get me tied up." She cuddled closer with her icebergs for appendages. "When I said the word girlfriend she got oddly offended."
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“Really? I thought you’d be into that..” her nose was touching his almost. She grinned, she loved hearing him call her his girlfriend as much as he loved hearing her say boyfriend, “Please tell me you didn’t say it was me, she might show up here..” her feet kicked a little trying to get comfortable and using him as a space heater.
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Greed nipped her nose, drawing her close by grabbing hold of her calf and tugging her leg. "What you think she followed me here? I left her locked up in the confessional. She's probably still there now that I think about it.”
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She wrinkled her nose when he nipped it and let him pull her closer, “She could have gotten out and followed you. She had that crazy look in her eye when I met her. The one where you’ve stamped a boy ‘mine’ and will kill anyone who gets in your way.” She moved her lips closer to his, it having been days since they’d kissed, “I feel bad for her a little.. she actually really likes you for some reason..”
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Greeds eyes fell, focused on her lips, giving her a view of his long, fluffy lashes. He spoke to her lips, wetting his with his tongue. "I didn't notice." He rubbed his thumb on her bottom lip, plucking it between his fingers. He was entranced.
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“How could you not--” but her words were cut off as he had hold of her bottom lip. “It doesn’t come off..” she said as best as she could. She wished they were in Kansas right now. She moved her upper lip and brought her teeth down lightly on his thumb, taking part of it into her mouth.
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It was the little things that Zoe did that really got Greed pumping. That move, that one there was new---and he felt his toes curl in end. His eyes were still glued to her lips, she was learning the act of surprise.
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She held his thumb lightly between her teeth, her lips like pillows that settled around it. She had no idea what she was doing, just that they hadn’t done it before. She knew what this looked like and out of curiosity more than anything she decided to just.. try. He’d feel moisture on the pad of his thumb as the tip of her tongue went across it.
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It sent a shiver from the inside out. He dared not move, watching her, feeling the moisture from her tongue. It sent a few visuals through his mind, but when he closed his eyes, it was more vivid. She probably didn't even realize that his ears had perked with a slight pink on their tips. She probably didn't realize herself how good that really felt.
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She didn’t know if he liked it or not, it was a bit odd and new. She pressed her tongue flat against the pad of his thumb lightly but there was enough moisture in her mouth to make the entire portion of the thumb that was in her mouth wet. She loved every part of him, some parts were obvious like his arms or his butt but then there were parts like this, that you wouldn’t think of. A thumb. But she liked it, slowly curling her tongue to the side around it.
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Mary had just given him a blow job weeks ago, but it hadn't felt like this. He parted his lips slightly, a small whistle of air through his teeth from the catch in his breath that he'd let go. His eyes were still closed, imagining something else of hers that was that warm. He didn't stop her, she had him trapped.
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Zoe wasn’t totally innocent, it’s not like she’d never had sex before or done things of a sexual nature. She just wasn’t as advanced as Mary and Greed and the rest of the ladies he normally consorted with. Plus his sister was Lust and really, Zoe was pretty damn sure there was nothing she could do that his sister hadn’t already done, shown, taught him. Which was a little sad but she just did what she felt like since she doubted it’d make a difference. She continued the slow circle, as if exploring before her tongue was back pressed against the pad of his thumb and she sucked on it lightly.
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He felt a little lightheaded, floating above the both of them on the ceiling. His free hand needed to move. It curled into the fabric of those awful pants of hers, still enveloped with the way her mouth felt, the beads of her tongue creating a friction he liked. A lot.
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Both her hands were free as she continued the sucking motion on his thumb, the pressure from the suction changing the way it felt. One hand moved down to settle over his that was fisted in her jammies. She knew he hated those things but it was amusing. After a moment, her thumb hooked into the waistband and she slid it down some, quietly telling him that she was a lot warmer now and didn’t need the offensive material if he’d care to lend a hand.
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His eyes flew open, his lips parted a little wider, his voice escaping in a soft moan. He couldn't help it, she was tickling all his mental fantasies.
He tugged at the foothole of her pajama, dragging it off one leg then the other until he had bare skin to play with. It jostled her little mouth foreplay, but he was still again for her to continue.
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Her own eyes opened when he moaned, pleased to hear it. But she felt something else now that her bottom half was bare too and she really didn’t want him to get upset again so the mouth foreplay had to stop as she whispered, “Chance, you’re going to ruin your comforter.” because what she was feeling was more than just a... feeling.
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Seeing Lust before her had its drawbacks. The amazing thing was he wasn't in a fireball right now. He grumped leaning his forehead against her bare shoulder. Now that she had messed with him---"Can I play with you now?" His cheeks were a little pink.
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She blushed a little and turned her head to nuzzle his ear before kissing the tattoo of the frog, “I really wish you could but your comforter will get messed up.. and you know I can’t give you what you really want.” her voice tinged with a touch of sadness because no amount of playing and small sexual things would equal a good old fashioned hump which is what he was looking for.
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"I hate when you're right." He whined, a long sigh followed. "Just a little?" He squeaked like a high pitched toy. He'd just hung a dark cloud over a section of the city, now was the perfect time to play.
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She bit her bottom lip because she hated how all rational thought seemed to leave when he was so close. Damn his cuteness. The smart thing to do was to say no but she hadn’t seen him in days and she hated when he was such a jerk to her, she liked him like this. Snuggly and loving and wanting her. “Well..... maybe a little wouldn’t hurt..”
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He perked up, blue eyes shining right into hers. He leaned in but didn't touch her lips, even if they were practically begging him. He aimed for her neck, tickling the skin with his breath. He wanted to taunt her after that little display. One hand slid casually up her leg, the backs of his fingers grazing her inner thigh. There was a promise there of what he would do as they went higher.
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When he moved away, her lashes fluttered close when she felt his breath on her neck but it was what else that he was doing that grabbed her attention. Sucking on his thumb, feeling each other up, kissing, these were things that tested the waters and took them to the edge of what they could do but that was definitely going to result in something bad. Before they reached their destination, her hand grabbed his as she whispered, “Chance, if you keep going, you’ll still ruin your comforter because it’ll be on fire.” because his body would be charred to a crisp. She sighed. She wanted to give him what he wanted and she couldn’t. She wondered if moments like these he regretted being with her.
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He was still pumped full of Lust, so his eye was on a prize he couldn't have. He whined again, nipping her shoulder with his teeth softly in frustration. He didn't regret, he just wanted an option that had her and sex mixed together. Lust was flying out of the country by now. "Pack your stuff already. We're going to Kansas."
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She ran her fingers through his hair at the back of his head and then looked at him, “There are no flights that are leaving anytime soon, it’s the middle of the night.” she kept looking at him and finally said, “This isn’t working, is it.” the whole point of seeing her after Lust was so he wouldn’t forget her, but his mind was so much on sex, he’d get frustrated because he couldn’t have her. So it was either forget her or grow to hate her. She didn’t like her options.
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He closed his eyes, letting her fingers send a riptide of feeling up his spine. He grunted against her shoulder. "What do you mean?"
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She idly scratched the back of his head lightly, “Seeing me after you see your sister. You’re hopped up on wanting sex and I can’t give it to you. So our options are you don’t see me afterwards and forget me or you do see me afterward and eventually grow to hate me.” she turned her head a little, her voice closer to his ear even though he was hiding in her shoulder, “Not liking our future there, Avarice.”
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"I don't hate you." He snuggled against her. But he had been angry which amplified his urgency to release that anger, which he usually correlated with sex. With Zoe he might have to find an alternative method.
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She put her other arm around him, closing her eyes and keeping him close. “Not yet.” was all she said in response. It might take months or years, but one day..
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"I was angry," he pushed himself off her neck, nuzzling her nose with a kiss. "It builds up a lot of tension." The calmer he became the more rational he was at realizing where his frustration came from. Yes, she couldn't give him her body in the way he wanted, but she would eventually.
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She shifted, her smooth leg rubbing against the side of his, “So... it’s not cause of your sister?” she eyed him not entirely sure she believed this was because of his meltdown earlier. But she needed to have all the facts if they were to attempt to come up with a solution. It was easier to give up but looking into his eyes and feeling his kiss, however brief, it caused a flutter in her stomach. It felt like hope.
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"She has some to do with it," he shrugged, "but usually I force my anger out in more physical ways." Usually that involved Lust. "Maybe we need an alternative." He nuzzled her nose again for another kiss. He was putting her 'with' him a lot more these days, which usually happened with the things he prized the most.
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She happily gave him another kiss and his words made her feel better. They weren’t going to give up. They were going to find another way. “Tension and anger, huh?” she tilted her head back and looked thoughtful, “Okay, let’s try something.”
She untangled herself from him and sat up. She leaned down and smooched him quickly and made a motion with her hands for him to also sit up.
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That was how Greed went about things. Giving up wasn't an option, no matter how hopeless she or anyone else thought an outcome was. He wiggled a brow, she had his curiosity. "What?"
His curiosity grew when she wanted him to move. He watched carefully, wondering what trick she had up her sleeve.
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She looked at him expectantly and when he didn’t move, she grinned and rolled her eyes. She grabbed his arm, “Come on....” she pulled him up into a sitting position so there was a little more room. She scooted along and arranged the pillows and then sat on her knees in front of them. She tugged on his arm and shifted him to sit in front of her. She pushed down on his shoulders, “Sit.” she put an arm around his neck from behind and kissed his cheek.
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He had no idea what she was doing, it was exciting. He grunted when she tugged on his arm, she pulled on it as it were a rubber band.
Once he was positioned under her direction he peeked over his shoulder.
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When he peeked, she kissed him again and smiled, “Would you relax.” she turned his head to face front and settled in behind him, her hands on his shoulders. She squeezed the shoulders, her fingers digging into the muscle and then let go before she moved her hands just a little and did it again. Anger caused tension and it settled in the muscles so maybe a massage might help. It was an idea anyway.
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When she straightened his head he wasn't sure what he was supposed to stare at. There was a release of energy from her fingers through the nerves of his body. It was calming. His head slumped forward giving her access to his neck.
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She used the pads of her thumbs to press into the nape of his neck and worked with some pressure going up along his neck onto part of his skull. She moved her hands back down and said quietly so not to disrupt the mood, “Tell me if it hurts or if there’s some place specific you want me to do, okay?” her hands again kneading the flesh of his muscles.
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She had massaged his head before in a shampooing, but this was different. The energy continued to flow. There was a kneed of pain and pleasure in a completely new way that wasn't sexual at all. It could have been, but her slow motions made it stay calm. He motioned his head for her to go lower, quirking his body to the side when she picked a more ticklish spot. "It's good," he purred, closing his eyes.
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She smiled, “Don’t collapse on me now..” if she got pinned under him she wouldn’t be able to get up. Her hands moved down his back, working out the kinks. “You know people actually go to school for this. I could learn.. do this for a living maybe.” she paused for a second, “Would you beat up my customers?” since she’d be doing this to other people including men. She wasn’t seriously considering it, just thinking out loud.
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"Oh?" He asked moving his head up to peer over his shoulder, but still stayed slumped under her magical fingers. "You want to feel up fat, hairy men?" He moved his shoulders a little, making her hands slide down. "Don't you like the tight, hard muscles?" He teased her. It was easy. He also was very subtlety making a threat that she wasn't going to make that career change.
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“I go any lower and I’m gonna be massaging your ass, Chance..” she said playfully when he kept squirming for her to go lower. Her cheeks turned a little pink, “Maybe they’ll be skinny.” her fingers trailed up his sides before kneading the muscles again, “But these are kinda nice.”
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"Skinny men don't go to massage parlors." He chuckled as she mentioned his ass. "You can go lower. My ass is waiting." He snorted, straightening back up as her hands tickled, even if she didn't do it on purpose.
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She smacked him lightly right on his lower back, “I’d be a massage therapist, not work at some parlor and provide cheap happy endings for random guys.” she put her arms around his torso from behind, her hair brushing against his naked skin. She rested her chin on his shoulder, “I only provide cheap happy endings for my boyfriend. And you.” she grinned obviously teasing.
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Her hair felt like silk sliding down his back. "Oh your boyfriend like you hanging all over me? Kind of sends the wrong message doesn't it?" He wagged a finger at her in reprimand.
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She laughed softly, “Noooo... he can be a tiny bit jealous. Why.. you scared of him?” she raised her brows, “He’s really big and menacing. Could beat you up if he caught you here with me.”
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"Oh is he a tank or a tree?" He pumped up one arm muscle. "I think I could take him. Unless he's some kind of ungodly immortal who pops up like a daisy when you chop his head off." His back muscles flexed so she could feel it with her pressed against him.
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“Mm. Most definitely a tank. Ooo. Nice.” she patted his arm that he was showing off. She mock gasped, “How did you guess? But even so, I like his head. His face is very cute connected to the rest of his body. You’re okay I guess.” She looked to the side as if to see whether they were being spied upon before looking back at him, still snuggly close, “Can I tell you something though? He’s kinda possessive.” she nodded her head solemnly. “Could mean bad news for you.”
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"You make him sound desirable. If he's such a hot shot why are you here cuddling with me?" He quirked one thick brow, playing along to this little roleplay they'd set up. "I'm not scared of a little jealousy. Maybe he doesn't know what he's got if I sneaked in so easy."
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Zoe couldn’t help but chuckle because of course Greed would like himself. She smiled, “Because you have the fluffiest, longest, girlies-- manliest eyelashes I have ever seen.” she kissed the skin the crinkled around the corner of his eyes whenever he laughed. “But you’re making me feel bad now, maybe you’re right and we should end this now so I can be loyal to him.”
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"Oh so my lashes caught you in their web. Kinky." He threw her a wink, drawing her arms around his front and clasping her hands together against his chest. He lowered his voice into a careful whisper, "I don't think you want loyalty. I think you like the bad boys. But if you want a threesome, I'm game."
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She nuzzled his neck as he captured her hands, “Who said my boyfriend isn’t a bad boy?” she started laughing because she’d pay big bucks to see how Greed would pull that off, she had a feeling if she said yes he’d find a way to double himself. She kissed his neck, “Tempting, tempting... but you’d have to ask him. He hates to share.”
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"I'm not big on asking. I tend to just take what I want." He turned his head to the side, glancing at her under thick lashes. From that light in that angle, he really did look like he belonged in a comic book. He then looked to the door as if the offended 'boyfriend' would walk through. "When he comes in just seduce him to the bed."
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“So manly.” she teased. When he turned his head towards her, she brushed her lips over his. She looked alert and amused as she snuggled him, her head leaning against his as she watched the door, “He already wants me, I think you’re the one who’s going to have to convince him.”
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"That shouldn't be too difficult. Convincing is the name of my game. He won't stand a chance. He better hope I don't steal you after." He nudged her lips with his nose. "Do I get to make out with you first, that should be a strong invitation when he comes in."
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“Oh? You’d want me all for yourself afterwards?” she kissed his nose, “He might punch you if he sees that when he comes in. Maybe you should make out with him first to sweeten him up.” she pecked his lips, “Are you a good kisser?” she kissed his lips briefly again, “Have you kissed many bad boys?”
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"A few," he shrugged turning to face her. "Why don't you give me a sample of what he kisses like and we'll decide if I'm up to his standards. Or he's up to mine."
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She laughed, “Oh. My. God. You’re actually serious, aren’t you?” her mouth dropped open, her eyes big and shiny, “You’re bi? Or you just experimented in...” she frowned, it wouldn’t be college, “...the middle ages?” since she guessed that might have been his transitional stage.
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"Aren't all the Sins a little curious?" Come on, he was Greed, he played with Lust. He took any extreme it took to get what he wanted. Sometimes that meant bending the rules, especially with boys or men who weren’t comfortable with sexuality. "I'm not bi. Just dabbled." She had turned this from roleplay to serious questioning. He thought a moment. "Might have been..."
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“You’re so manly, I never would have guessed. I’ve never dabbled. Not really. Well. Not by choice.” she wrinkled her nose at a memory.
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His mouth opened a little wide. "What?" Wasn't this something he was supposed to know? That his Zoe had macked on some chick? Suddenly the idea was appealing, kind of a turn on, but in his head the more the other party touched, kissed and made out with her in his head, even with him watching made him feel jealous.
"What do you mean not by choice?"
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She let out a breath as she looked to the side as if remembering, “Well in college there was this girl who loved to party and she’d stay out past curfew. Her roommate hated getting woken up so would lock her out if she was late. I felt bad so I used to let her into my dorm room because my roommate was almost always at her boyfriend’s and the girl would crash there. But one night.. my roommate was there so the girl climbed into bed with me. Which was fine.. but the next couple of nights it happened and the other bed was free, she still got into mine. And one night she just laid one on me.” she shrugged as if that was it. Nothing too sexy or wild.
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"That's it? She snuggled with you?" He tilted his head looking at her from a sideways glance. "Is there more?" Because now the idea of a threesome might not be as appealing. He let his hands slide up her outer thighs. He wanted her to talk to him. He soaked up her story like a sponge, drinking in the things she lived through. As an inhuman boy he kept information in the way a computer collected it. It was the human side that wanted to know all the little details of a human's life.
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“AND she kissed me. Spooned me a little too.” she said defensively. “Can I just say that I hope threesomes aren’t on your list because it was very weird being kissed by a girl the one time it happened and it’s creepy thinking about some other guy in the room with us. Unless you actually do manage to somehow clone yourself.” she kissed his jaw while he played with her legs, “That I would be okay with.”
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Greed thought a moment. "If I could clone myself..." He paused his thoughts and started again, "Actually as hot as that sounds I'd probably spend my whole time plotting how to kill him when he started touching you."
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Zoe was silent and then gave him a look, her hands rubbed his chest, “But he’d be you. Your exact duplicate. Exactly what we were playing around about earlier. And you’d still get mad if he was with me? I don’t know if that’s crazy or really sweet.” she squeezed him, “Did the massage work by the way? Do you want more?”
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"That's double the greedy hands. I'd fucking rob myself Zoe, let alone let another me paw all over my most prized girl..." He liked her hugs. It was like squishing pillows into his chest. She was little, but he loved those serious curves. He grinned at her offer, he could deal with some more pampering.
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“Most prized?” she nuzzled his ear, “You have others that are prized?” she smiled, “That is a very suspicious grin, I take it you like the idea of more, shocking. But did it work?” she needed to know what worked and didn’t so they were ready for next time. She’d like to make it to at least a whole month in a relationship this time.
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"Not right now I don't," he whispered. "You're the star of my collection," and he meant out of everything he owned. Nothing compared. She held a trophy spot. "It was..." He pulled back from her, flopping on his stomach so she could straddle his back, folding his arms up under his chin. "Give me a good squeeze," he gave a wink as he peered over his shoulder while she got situated. If she tempered him any more he'd be asleep under her hands.
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“How reassuring.” she chuckled since not right now might change in the future. There was a chance she could be replaced when she wasn’t as shiny and new. But it was awhile off. She hoped. She got on his back and gave his butt a squeeze when he asked for it. She raised a brow, “I did that as a joke but you got some tension in your toosh. You sure all you did was kiss those other boys?” she was just teasing as she climbed up on him.
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He shuffled under her, bucking her a little at her tease. "So take out all the kinks." His smile stayed until she kneaded out all the tension, almost like a chef kneading dough. He closed his eyes, eventually falling asleep under her hands. She might not be Temperance, but she had a way of making him collapse under her own influence. Her mortal influence. Everything she did felt so right, no matter how the mortal and immortal world claimed was impossible.