Chance Avaritia "Greed" (better_than) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-06-17 11:07:00 |
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Who: Greed and Zoe
What: Shave and a haircut! The stylist ruins his cut, Greed goes to Zoe first!
Where: Zoe's apartment
When: Monday afternoon
Warnings:Greed upset, Lust interfering via text!
It had been months since his last haircut. Those luscious blonde locks were getting in his face. In the summertime heat he needed a trim. And he had said as much to the usual stylist. However an inch trim had turned into a hack job. Greed's outburst had caused a stir and he became too upset to stay.
Usually he would have gone to Lust, but Greed needed reassurance that he was still beautiful. He also more often than not these days chose Zoe over Lust without a second thought. He'd pulled his coat up over his head like a hoodie to protect him from the horrible face that would surface once he took it off. He knocked frantically on Zoe's bedroom window. Keeping the coat over his head while trying to wedge the window open proved to be a difficult task----but he still attempted looking like a burglar.
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Zoe had just gotten in herself about ten minutes prior after getting off her shift at work. She was about to take off her top when she heard the frantic pounding that made her jump. She looked at the window with wide eyes and went over to it. She furrowed a brow as she saw.. Greed? She quickly opened the window to let him in, really worried because of how he was acting and not wanting her neighbors to call the cops because if he had been creepy before, he really was in the realm of serial killer robber right now. “Are you okay? What’s going on?” she asked him as she helped him in, getting ready to panic.
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He slid in feeling sick to his stomach. He wobbled over to the bed with a flop, the coat still protecting his head. Those big hands of his were actually shaking he'd been holding on the coat so tight.
"She ruined me!" He said in an over-dramatic voice. To him this was a big deal.
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Zoe was getting really worried and.. confused? Why was his coat on his head? “Who did? What happened?” she asked again and went over to him.
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He kicked his feet up and down, she could easily see the nice shoes with gold soles that said 'fuck off' in script. After the temper tantrum he took a deep breath, uncovering his face from the brown leather jacket. He still kept his head wrapped up. "I went to the hair dresser."
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Zoe liked his shoes but didn’t say anything because of how worried she was. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him, raising a brow. “And...?” she was starting to get the feeling this wasn’t a life or death situation.
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"She was new. They switched up on me," deep breaths he felt like he was going to vomit. "She made a mess. I wanted a trim. A trim!" He emphasized with a shaky voice. "Now I'm hideous." Under the coat was a chop shop of hair. His bangs were cut in a straight line. His hair was so thick that he was the last person they should have put a newbie on. He felt like a science experiment. It didn't help that he had been so specific about every inch she tried to cut. And then he'd freaked out.
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She took a moment, internally smiling but not daring to on the outside. She was relieved it was just hair. But she knew he was vain as hell so this was life or death. She had a serious look on her face and scooted a little towards him, “They could have made you bald and you would be the furthest thing from hideous. Will you let me see?” she asked gently, her head dipping a little as her eyes stayed on him, hands outreached, hovering over the jacket but she wasn’t going to expose him unless he said it was okay.
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He was unsure at first. She asked in a way that made him comfortable so slowly he lowered the coat where there were all kinds of uneven chunks of hair. He looked at her with puppy eyes hoping despite the mess he still looked attractive.
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It took a lot of effort to not have a reaction to the mess that was Greed’s hair but aside from holding her breath and staring at it for a few seconds she’d managed to do just that. She turned her lips in and looked in his eyes, “I’m not gonna lie to you, it’s not a good cut but,” she took his face in her hands, “You are still the most handsome guy I have ever seen.” she gave him a kiss and she was sincere. There was nothing that could change how attractive he was to her.
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He ruffled his hands through his hair with a whine. Her kiss gave him some relief but it didn't cure the problem. "Fix it," he whined. "You worked in a hair salon. Fix it."
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She dropped her hands and looked at him in surprise as she blurted out, “Are you crazy? No. I don’t wannna cut it and you hate it and break up with me over it.” he was that insane that she was certain that he’d do something like that.
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"It can't look any worse than it already does." He looked as if he would break out in crocodile tears at any second. "If its worse I'll just shave it all off." He really had no other option either way. "Zoe, come on..." He was pleading.
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She scrunched up her face, debating. After a few moments, she put her hands on his head and bent it forward so she could properly assess the damage. She looked at his sheared blonde locks and then sighed, “It’d be shorter than you’re used to...” she didn’t say she’d do it, she was letting him know that that was what would happen if she did it. She was still contemplating.
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"But would it look good?" He didn't care about length right now. A few more months he'd have a set of bangs again. This was just butchered. He couldn't look at himself in the mirror with this.
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She turned his head this way and that, “...yes, yeah, I think so.” she let his head go and looked him in the eye, “If I do this, IF I do this... I don’t want you to direct me or complain or whine or cry or yell or scream or cringe or be dramatic.” she did not break her gaze, she was dead serious. She was not going to do this and have him flail or act like a monster three year old or an overbearing beast.
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"How am I supposed to he still or quiet when your fingers are slicing and dicing?" Was she going to distract him somehow or just jump in?
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“Well, you see this?” she pointed to his mouth and then covered it with her hand, “It needs to be doing this. As in nothing. And,” she got up off the bed and held out her hand to him, she had to get him to sit in a chair and do this properly, she wasn’t getting hair all over her bed. “..if you don’t sit still, you might cause me to make a mistake and make it worse. So choice is yours.”
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He supposed what he would be getting out of this was a better look so he resigned himself to sit. It wasn't going to be easy at all. He felt a little like a stone statue that couldn't move or even look past a specific spot on the wall. It was a boring spot. He sat up immediately and turned the chair to at least the shelf of books on the wall. It still wasn't ideal. He turned to look over his shoulder. What was she wearing today?
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Zoe had gone to get some scissors and spray bottle, she frowned when she saw him all turned around on the chair in the room. She hoped he did better sitting still when they began. She had changed into sweat bottoms because it was easier to move in and went over to her mirror. She stood on tip toe to throw a blanket over the mirror so he wouldn’t be tempted to peek. Her sweats slid down just a tiny bit to show off that her undies, in the brief viewing flash they offered it seemed like they might be lacey. She walked back over to him and held up the scissors with a smile.
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"What's that?" He said motioning with his eyes and thick brows the hint he saw under the sweats. His eye at least now had somewhere to focus. It was more interesting than books. Unfortunately he still tapped his fingers against the chair at the sound of shears. He almost didn't want to look and she hadn't even taken the first snip.
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She held his head in place, “Don’t. Move.” she said in a strict voice because she was going to make a mistake otherwise. Snip snip snip. Little golden hairs fell to his shoulders and the floor as she worked on the back of his head which was mostly done from the hair stylist already. “What’s what?” she asked absently as she stood next to him and worked on the side of his head.
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He quirked open an eye just as those tiny little blonde hairs cascaded down his shoulders. As she waltzed around him with those tiny scissors, he poked her on the thigh with his finger. "Those. What's hidden under those?" He tugged at the elastic band of her sweats.
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Zoe was focused on his hair so was only half listening, “What...” and then he was tugging at her sweats and she jumped a little. She looked at the ceiling and threw up her hands, “Chance! Come on, unless you want me to mess up could you stop?” the tug and her movement caused the sweats to go down a little enough to show the waistband of undies and again a hint of something super lacey. She stood in front of him and said, “Do not move.” as she held up the scissors and looked at the mess in the front that she was going to work on.
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The extra hint of lace against her caramel skin made him still. He was still staring as she moved to the front. He fingered the lace this time, feeling it rub under his pads. As he did so, he'd sucked in his bottom lip through his teeth. He'd momentarily forgotten she was cutting away what was left of his hair. It kept him quiet and it kept him still.
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She took in a breath of frustrated air as he started toying with her sweats and undies again but he wasn’t moving for the most part so she just let him do... whatever it was he was doing. She took the moment of rare peace and quiet to finish trimming his bangs. She set the scissors down and then stepped back, her hand yanking up her sweats absently so the lacey goodness was gone again. She didn’t notice as she rubbed her lips together and looked at his hair, stepping forward again and running her fingers into the sides of his hair, massaging his head for a moment before she measured to see if it was even on both sides.
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Greed let out a huffy voice of frustration when she took away his eye candy. Her massages were definitely desired but just as she had with the peep show, she took that away too. It wasn’t until she was fiddling with his hair that he realized she had cut away a lot more than he was used to. Inwardly he started to panic that this would totally ruin his image. “Well?” he asked expectantly. She should have said something by now.
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“Well what....? I’m not finished yet.” she ran her fingers through his hair a few times, slow calming strokes like you would with an anxious puppy. She spritzed his hair with some water and spritzed him lightly in the face with it too. She kissed his nose with a smile, “Almost, okay?” She snipped away again, standing on tiptoe, leaning to the side and back to check on it, peeks of her bare midriff showing whenever her shirt rode up. His hair was shorter than he liked but it couldn’t be helped if she was to make it even. But it did look good. She just hoped he thought so.
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“What? Why?” this was already taking too long for him to be comfortable with. The girl had really done a hack job. He wasn’t still with her either, so there were more variables that attributed to the end result than she was “new”. She had also never worked with Greed before like some of the other hair stylists, so they should have known better.
His eyes were glued to the skin she offered (even if she didn’t mean to), it was enough to keep him from whining until she was done. He tapped his foot impatiently.
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Zoe kept working and didn’t even break stride as she put her barefoot on top of his tapping one lightly to get him to cease. This was a lot of pressure and he wasn’t helping. “I can go faster if you want me to mess up....” she brushed his hair to side and ran her fingers through it one more time before she stepped back, chewing her bottom lip and eyeing the style. “Okay..... try not to freak out too much. It’s shorter than normal but I think it looks really good.” she held up her hands in front of her bouncing them a little and getting out of his way so he could get to the mirror.
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When she paused his foot he started tapping his hands again on the arm of the chair. Finally, when he was about to protest she announced that she was finished. In a flash he was out of the chair and into the bathroom to look. He fingered his hair in multiple places. It was short. A lot shorter than he usually had. But now there were no huge chunks of uneven hair. His bangs which he’d grown quite fond of (it looked nice slicked back to the side for business attire), was now a little puff. Eventually it would all grow back out, but it was something to get used to.
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Zoe followed after him and leaned in the door jamb of the bathroom with arms crossed over her chest, waiting for the verdict. She didn’t say anything, just shifted her gaze from him to the ground then to the side, waiting. He wasn’t screaming so that was good.
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He kept feeling up his own head of blonde. He was trying to strike a compromise with himself that this was the only way to make what had been done look decent. “Do I look like I have a receding hairline?” He asked in a worried tone. Out of everything he noticed now, he was afraid he looked older than he was.
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She couldn’t help but laugh a little, “Are you kidding?” she pushed herself off the doorjamb and walked over to him, looking at his reflection in the mirror, “You look... kinda younger.” older men had that business haircut like he did before, this haircut was shorter, more playful. “No receding hairline, just fluffy blonde poof hair. Kinda like Tintin. I had a crush on him when I was a kid.”
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He rubbed the blonde poof. He wasn’t sure what to think of it. It was new. He liked new things, he just hadn’t really prepared himself for this when he left for a haircut that afternoon. “Lust always cuts it like that,” he moved to get an even closer look. Lust often treated his hair like she did him. Like a little boy. She cut his hair like a mother would to make their child look according to how they liked. It was what was presentable. When he wore jeans and t-shirts with flip-flops she turned her nose up. Greed often went with what he felt like at the time, it all depended on his mood as to how he dressed, shaved or didn’t. But his hair, Lust had always tinkered with, so it had always stayed the same for the most part. He’d gone a little shorter than it had been just hours before, but this was the shortest unless he’d decided to shave it all. “Are you sure?” He flattened a little tuft just on the side as if he could actually see it start to fade.
“A crush on who?” He knew what she was talking about, which only made him feel older.
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She put her arms around his middle and looked at him fiddle with his hair. “Yes, I’m sure, you know I’m a horrible liar.” she shook her head with a smile, “It doesn’t matter. The only person I have a crush on these days is you.” she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. She looked in the mirror at their reflections, “I still think you look like the best looking guy I’ve ever seen.”
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He was still looking at himself in the mirror when she kissed his cheek, but he felt the pressure of her lips on his skin. It was reassuring. He then brushed a few stray hairs off his shoulder, it was going to take a little bit of time for him to like it. Before she could say another word he picked her up and sat her on the sink counter. “Do you really?” As a boy these things were very vital. His Sin hated him for coming here.
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She blinked in surprise when he plopped her down on the sink counter but she smiled at him. “Yes I really.” she put her arms around his neck and looked at his face as if she was studying him. “You know what I’m thinking right now?” she pulled him a little closer to her, “How did I ever get so lucky that a gorgeous incredible man like this loves me?” she was sure to mention his looks but they weren’t the reason she loved him or why she was amazed and humbled by his love. But she knew he needed the reassurance right now.
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“I thought you were going to say you wanted to see me naked.” He gave her a half-quirked smile, his hands resting on the curve of her hip (what little he could feel under the lump of stretchy pants). He beamed a little at her description. “I sound like a dashing Byronic hero.” He’d gotten bored with every single one of those books. If you read one, they all followed the same pattern. “Except more devious.”
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She laughed, “Maybe more like a devious dashing rogue then.” she narrowed her eyes playfully as she looked at him. She kissed the side of his mouth because he was close to her, “I do love your looks but just know that I don’t care what you look like. You got me with this.” she poked his chest where his heart was, “Not this.” and she ran a hand lovingly through his short blonde hair.
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His skin tingled when she did that. He took hold of her wrists to keep her running her hands through what little was left of his hair while he spread her legs on either side of his waist. “Just that?” He thought a moment remembering she had a list to finish. “What number were we on last? Thirty? Of all the reasons you are so desperately in love with a Sin.”
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She let him take the lead since as much as he whined about enjoying being dominated, he liked to have the control in their relationship over physical intimacy. She kept up running her fingers through his hair, changing it up and lightly using her nails to make a scratching sensation. She ugh’d with a sigh and a chuckle, of course he didn’t forget the list. “Not a Sin. Just you. And you were supposed to reciprocate and you left off at five or something. So you have a lot of catching up to do first.”
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“Oh? Where’d I leave off?” She was practically petting a cat the way his body relaxed. Her nails dragged through more scalp than usual which felt better than ever. It was a massage that only another person could do. Running fingers through your own hair didn’t feel nearly as electric. If she kept it up he’d be a lump draped over her like a blanket.
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Zoe kept it up, not going too fast or too slow, it was rhythmic and soothing but consistent. “Mmm I think the last thing you said was you liked my mouth.” the thing he’d said before that was she let him be a man. It was touching and deep, she almost didn’t know that he felt so strongly about the things he told her that night. That she saw him. He’d sounded like he’d been lonely before her, just like she’d been without him.
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He rested his forehead against her cheek, his eyes rolled closed. “Oh fuck,” he said biting down on his bottom lip. That felt so good, she just didn’t even know. He’d fallen in love with that haircut now just for the fact that she could rake her nails through it. He had to take a moment to stop and think because it was hard to come up with a reason when she turned his head to mush in just a few strokes of her fingers. “I think I like this haircut.”
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It had been traumatic for him and he was leaning on her in a way that she was sure he was going to fall so she suggested a nap. She could use one too but had things to do... not that it was overly hard for Greed to convince her to stay and snuggle with him. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep with him but soon after Greed would get a text from Lust that simply said:
Come over.
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Greed was practically face to face with the bed. There was even a little pile of drool where he had knocked out. Zoe had soothed him right into a coma with her finger massage, now curled up against his back. It was warm and he didn’t want to move when he heard his phone go off. He grunted, turning over and pulling Zoe around so he could smother her with his arms. The message went off again to alert him and he continued to ignore it. He didn’t want to be anywhere else but right here wrapped up in his girlfriend’s limbs like string.
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Zoe made a pleased humming noise as she nuzzled her face into his neck and then let out a deep breath before settling back into sleep again. Lust didn’t like to be ignored and his phone would go off with increasing urgency as she sent the same message over and over to make his phone jump and jiggle till he’d reply to her.
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When it was apparent that the phone was not going to be quiet he set it to vibrate. Yet, it continued to buzz with an annoying rate until he answered. Lazily leaning over (still keeping Zoe strapped to his chest as if she were a life force), he reached onto the nightstand to tap around for it, but there was nothing there. His phone was still in his pocket. With another disapproving grunt he pulled it out of his pocket with bleary eyes. Everything was still fuzzy.
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Zoe was in a deep sleep because it had been nerve wracking cutting Greed’s hair. She had stayed calm but it was tremendous pressure and now that he was okay with it, she was happy to relax in his arms. When Greed checked his phone, a new message popped up from Lust but it was the same one as before and just said simply:
Come over.
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It took him a few minutes to read the message. He didn’t answer, curling his arms around Zoe in a tight squeeze so he could nibble on her neck. She smelled so sweet. The phone dropped out of his hand, finding something else to fondle even as it continued to buzz at an annoying rate. He’d almost gotten a hint of those hidden lacey things she had on under her sweats when the phone refused to be quieted.
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Zoe wriggled with an amused sound when he nibbled on her neck. her eyes were still closed but she was smiling. She cuddled closer to him if it was possible but her head tilted back some, the relentless phone was trying to pull her out of her sleep with it’s noise.
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He was enjoying tickling her neck with his lips, teeth and tongue, his hands getting a chance to explore and get rid of those horrid things she had put on over what he’d really wanted to see. He hated her sweats as much as he did her flannel. But when the phone continued to buzz he paused to look again at the same message that Lust had written at least a hundred times. Another one popped up just as he scrolled over the screen to reply. He kissed Zoe’s neck with a regretful sigh. He was all human boy here enjoying the fruit of being with his girl---of course Lust had to stamp all over it. The Sin was screaming at him.
In the middle of a conquest.
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She squirmed when he worked on getting her sweats down part way, her hand loosely curled into his shirt as he lavished attention on her neck. And then he stopped. Lust’s texted response came:
So? Finish fast. Come over. You know I’ll more than make up for anything you don’t get.
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Greed whined under his breath as if he’d just been told he’d get spanked for doing something bad, like any child did when they had hoped to get away with something. He sighed heavy, resting his chin on Zoe’s shoulder. He didn’t want to go. It was obvious. Greed took a few moments before offering a reply he knew Lust would not like. He couldn’t put her off but for so long without the repercussions being dire. The end game would be not as he’d want if he left her hanging too long.
I like this one. Blonde. Let me play.
That was his pouty response because fuck it. He wanted to play a little longer, just not with the blonde.
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Lust’s annoyed text came back rapid quick:
Play with her later. Come over NOW.
It was clear she was getting annoyed that Greed wasn’t jumping at the chance to be with her.
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There was another whine as he was clearly being scolded. “I have to go,” he mumbled in her ear, though he was content with still getting a shot at those lacey numbers under her sweats that he had waited all afternoon to see. A little make-out session before Lust wouldn’t hurt?
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Zoe’s eyes sleepily opened and she couldn’t hide the disappointment in them. “Oh..” was all she managed. She had stupidly assumed he’d spend the rest of the day with her. Dinner and cuddling with a bad movie. She untangled herself enough to pull up her sweats all the way so he didn’t get to feel or see them fully. She didn’t question why but she wasn’t deaf or blind. She heard the phone blow up with texts, she saw him text someone back. She didn’t think she wanted to know.
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“What are you doing?” he screeched as she practically pulled away with him. He dragged her back to him, this time using his body as a pin to the bed so she couldn’t get away. His hands linked into hers, closing tightly so she couldn’t use them as a means to push him off. “It’s my sister....” he said in another attempt to nibble her neck.
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“You said you had to go!” she said frustratedly as he yanked her back and pinned her down. She didn’t look at him, turned her head to the side when he tried to nibble her neck but her body was stiff. She just nodded, tears swimming in her eyes. She knew the deal but moments like this.. it was just a slap in the face reminder of how she was second. It still hurt. It would always hurt.
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Now he pouted for a whole new reason, she was pulling away from him. He’d rake her entire body with tickles if she didn’t stop. “I’m trying to enjoy you before I go.” He sounded pitiful. It wasn’t like he was willingly pulling himself away, he was practically dragging himself. “You know how she is....” Otherwise he’d lose Zoe completely. He still had to tread carefully in places. Even if they were out in the open now, there were still precautions.
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“I know..” she said quietly. But she wasn’t responsive to his touch. It was hard to be knowing he was going to leave her and then forget about her while being with his sister who could give him things she-- she shook her head and looked at him, “I know. It’s okay. Just--” she didn’t finish her sentence as his phone buzzed again. Zoe slowly sighed in defeat and then tried to smile at him but it was a pitiful attempt, “I’ll see you in a few days.”
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“Zoe....” he whined. If it was going to be a few days then damnit she better give him something. “So then make the most of what’s left,” he pleaded. He took the phone which was on the bed beside them both, flapping around from vibrations against the mattress and tossed it into the chair that his coat was draped across. “Just a few minutes. Please.” He gave her those sad puppy eyes, releasing her hands so he could skate down her sides with his own.
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She wanted to comply but she was unbelievably sad, her heart wasn’t in it. He’d gone off with Lust before but this was the first time since they were an official couple that he was leaving her while with her to go be with his sister. When he let her hands go and felt up her body, she scooted her butt up on the bed so she sat up and it’d force him to sit up. A few minutes wasn’t going to do anything. It wouldn’t be enough for either of them. She took his hand and brought it up to her lips, turning it so the tattoo on his wrist was exposed. She closed her eyes and gave a loving kiss to the bird there, sending a silent prayer that maybe it might be enough to bring him home to her this time. She opened her eyes, her hand sliding up from his wrist to the back of his hand as she pressed his hand to her cheek so it was cupping it. She kept her hand over his as she looked at him with those baby seal eyes. However much he didn’t want to go, she didn’t want him to go ten times that. But she wouldn’t say a word about it. She’d let him go.
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He sat up with her because he had nowhere else to go. “I have to go to the pawn shop in a few days. You’re gonna go with me alright?” He wasn’t going to empty handed. He pulled her into his lap, twirling her so that her back was pressed up against his chest, his legs out around them. “So, I guess that means I have to leave you with the trinket I’m selling.” It was a way to jog his memory later, though he was more willing to part with the necklace Wrath had given him than her right now. He wrapped his arms around her, still kissing any bare skin in between her neck and shoulder, that little crevice that he often hid his chin.
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She nodded, sure she’d go if he remembered her in time. She let him drag her into his lap and leaned back into his chest. She asked with some surprise, “You’re going to leave it with me?” before curiously asking, “What is it..?”
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“Maybe I’ll actually spend it on something useful.” He snorted wrapping her in tight like a sweater. “It’s a necklace Wrath gave me to get some money.” He was going broke no matter how much he appeared to be rolling in it. He flipped her hair to the side, kissing the back of her neck now. “It’s a necklace.” His lips rolled across the chain her own hung from.
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She relaxed a little in his tight embrace, she always felt safe in his arms. “I promise I’ll take good care of it.” her skin vibrated with his kisses on her neck, as if it was begging him for more but she didn’t comment on that. Instead she said, “How about I text you a picture of it in a week to remind you..?” a week would be enough, wouldn’t it? Did he need more? Should she have said more? A week already felt like forever to her..
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She may have not said it, but he could feel the heat rise and the skin pimple against his touch. He dragged his fingers across where his lips touched after, still continuing this reluctant game of leaving. He kissed near her ear, his nose nuzzling against the lobe. “I think I can make a deal on those terms.” He curled his hand into hers, he grinned and then nipped the skin on her neck softly.
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He was turning her on and it was unfair. When he nipped her, she tugged on his hand and tried to squirm out of his grasp, “Alright... so I’ll see you in a week.” she looked at him over her shoulder, “You have places to go.. and I have to buy ice cream.” to cry into.
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He knew what he was doing. He wasn’t going to let her squirm away from him. A child in a swing on the playground rarely wanted to come down once they’d soared so high to touch the sky. Each motion was one step closer to heaven. “Why ice cream...” he murmured against her skin, still continuing this torture so he could keep tasting her one more time.
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She squirmed and wriggled trying to get away with a small whine, “Because it’s not a jerk...” unlike present company. “Lemme up so I can change. You have to go, remember?”
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“Let me see them first....” he tugged at her waistband. “Please. I have to see them.” He needed to. She had only been keeping them hidden all afternoon. Then he would be persuaded to get up.
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She shook her head, “It won’t be enough, you’ll find a way to wiggle more out of the deal.” he’d end up doing more and more and hours would pass, she knew it.
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“Come on....Zoe....” He was defiant despite her attempts to push him off and send him out the door. “You can’t tease me with them and then just....” He snuggled his nose into the crook of her neck, nipping the skin again.
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“I didn’t tease... you sniffed them out.” she squirmed again, “It’ll make it worse if you see them fully and you know it...”
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“Then can I just feel them....?” He let his hand travel away from hers and towards her midriff where he could finger the hem. His phone was still buzzing relentlessly in the chair reminding him that he had somewhere to be. He was still dragging his feet.
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She looked at him over her shoulder and then gave him a kiss. The kiss was under the cover of distraction as she got up out of his arms before it could fully be over. She stood in front of him while he still sat on the bed, putting her hands on his shoulders and turning him towards her. She hooked her thumbs on the side of her sweats and lowered them about half an inch so there was nothing but a solid small line of white lace between her skin and her sweats, there was lots more under there but that’s all she was going to give him. She rested her arms on his shoulders and pulled him in closer so if he wanted, he could rest his cheek on them and her tummy’s flesh at the same time.
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He reached out to touch even with his face smooshed up against her tummy. She was so soft, and the little bit he fingered of the hem was just as soft, it stuck to her like glue. He moved to place a kiss on her navel, his nose pressed into her flesh with a soft tickle. His thumb meanwhile rubbed softly against that one inch (well almost one inch) line she had offered up. No one would have ever thought in such a tender moment that he had ever killed anything other than a bug squashed under his shoe. There was something so gentle about it, it was a shame it would be washed away the moment he stepped onto Lust’s threshold.