Zoe (history_repeats) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-09-27 19:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | greed, zoe hansen |
WHO: Greed & Zoe
WHEN: Friday
WHERE: Zoe's apartment, Lingerie boutique
WHAT: Zoe loses her roommate, so Greed buys her lingerie
WARNING: Sadness and insecurity
Zoe wore a pink tank top and khaki shorts, having spent the whole day packing up boxes with Gabe. He'd gone to go visit some friends of his and she'd been weepy on and off. She was thrilled for her friend who finally got his big break but she was going to miss him since he wasn't only moving out of their apartment but out of New York. None of this she'd told to Greed yet so when he knocked at the door and she opened it, she was dabbing at her eyes with a tissue, "Hi..." she said when she opened the door, some boxes in the living room.
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Greed had boxes of his own as he bombarded her door. It was for the con, he’d been costume shopping all day to find the stuff for the both of them. If she was going to be his ‘hot’ girlfriend at this thing then she was going to have to look the part. There was no half-assing this thing. When she opened the door he looked confused. Had he stepped into the right apartment?
“Are you crying?” it was obvious she was but he hadn’t even done anything yet.
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She nodded, “Yeah, no.. I’m fine.” she took a deep breath and sighed it out, “Gabe’s moving to LA.” so she was blue, she was losing her best friend. She didn’t even notice the boxes that Greed had.
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“YES!” he cheered, putting the boxes down and spinning her around. “Oh...wait...is it bad form for me to be happy about that?” He forgot humans weeped over things like this, especially her. She was like a broken sink sometimes. She leaked a lot more since he’d squirmed into her life. He put her down. He couldn’t help the smile though because now there was no reason to think that tree would actually take her away from him.
He opened up one of the boxes he’d brought in. “Look what I got!” He held it up. It was her Wonder Woman costume.
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She jumped when he yelled his cheer and looked severely cross when he dragged her into his celebration. She knew that Greed wouldn’t cry over Gabe leaving but she hadn’t expected him to be ready to throw a party. She squirmed away from him, “Yes, it’s bad form you jerk.” she smacked his arm. She sighed and rolled her eyes as even after that he was still smiling like a kid who got extra cake. She sat on the sofa and put her feet up on one of the boxes, “Yay.” was all she said when he showed her the costume.
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"No!" He shoved her feet pulling out more. "That's your second costume." It was an old World War II military style women's suit so she could be the Peggy Carter to his Captain America. He'd expected more excitement out of her than this. He flopped on the couch beside her when she seemed so unimpressed by everything he pulled out. "Do you think he'll come back?" Greed was certain he wouldn't but he wanted to reaffirm.
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She touched the dress and once he sat down, she leaned over and kissed his cheek, “It’s very pretty, thank you..I’m just.. blue.” she put her head on his shoulder and idly stroked the fabric of the dress, “Maybe. But only if he lost his job and I don’t want that. He got a great leading role on a daytime soap opera.”
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"Well stop it. I don't like it." He poked her with his finger. He scooted in a little closer, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "A soap opera?" He made an icky face with his tongue out.
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“I can’t help it, I know you hate him but he’s my best friend.” she smacked him again lightly and snuggled into his side when he put his arm around her. “Yeah, it’s great steady work. I promised I’d watch him every day.” she turned her head up to look at him, “Buuut since he’s moving out, I won’t have DVR anymore…. so can we please record his show on yours….?” she gave him a big hopeful pleading cute smile.
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"On my tv?" He squeaked. "Oh no, no---soap operas?" He twitched as if she had set loose a million spiders on him. He felt itchy all over.
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She shifted so she could look at him and put her bad arm around his middle, looking at him pleadingly, “It’s one soap opera and it’s with Gabe. I’ll miss some episodes cause of work and I promised him I’d watch. Please? This is really important to me. And you’ve always hated him and now he’s moving across the country and you never have to see him again. Except for on your TV….” she wrinkled her nose.
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"That doesn't make me want to watch it any more!" He poked her in the side and then again in a ticklish motion. "It's still a soap opera. There are no hot babes on soap operas."
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She whined and squirmed at his pokes, “There are nothing but hot babes on soap operas!” she kissed his chin and looked in his eyes, “You don’t have to but I’ll probably cry whenever it’s on because I know I’m missing it and won’t get to see it and I’m breaking my promise to my best friend cause I won’t get to see him anymore… I might miss him so much that I might wanna fly to LA and see him since I wouldn’t get to see his show….” she trailed off and turned her lips in. So maybe she was suggesting that if Greed didn’t want to help her watch Gabe’s show, she might have to go get her Gabe dose with the real thing. It was a dirty thing to pull, but hey, she learned from the best.
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That was drawing the line and she knew it. "There will be no going to LA." He flattened his hand in a silencing motion. She wasn't even going to do such a thing, she wasn't going to mention it again. Gabe was gone and he would stay that way. "As long as when you watch it you are in this lap." He pointed to his empty lap.
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She looked surprised but really happy, “You mean you’ll watch it with me??” she put her other arm around his neck and mauled him practically, “That is so sweet! Thank you…” she gave him a squeeze and nuzzled his neck. She had expected him to go play with his toys for an hour or something but she’d love to watch it with him.
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"I only watch it so you don't get any ideas on moving to LA." He was grumpy now, not convinced it wouldn't happen. And if he wasn't there to monitor her happy excursions with watching the tree on his big flat screen, then he could lose her. She wasn't as happy as he expected with Gabe leaving. She was more happy to watch him on Greed's television.
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She rolled her eyes with a small smile, he was so wonderfully insane. “No plans on moving anywhere you nut.” she sighed heavily, that heaviness coming back, “Though I’ll have to find a roommate so I don’t lose the apartment.” her voice got quieter as she held onto him, “It feels empty without him.” she never handled loss well and she had just lost the locket a couple of weeks ago and now another big part of her life was leaving, it was difficult to bear.
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"Why not just live by yourself?" She had a new job now, better than the hair assistant. He grappled her with his arms, dragging her into his lap. "I just wanna be sure you don't get any bright ideas in watching him that you want him over me."
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She burrowed into his chest when he dragged her into his lap, it always was warm and safe. “That wouldn’t be a bright idea and I don’t want anyone but you.” she kissed his neck and squirmed, uncomfortable at the thought of living by herself, “I dunno.. i mean.. I still don’t make enough to pay for the whole apartment. I’d have to get a second job.” though that wasn’t the whole story.
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"Better only be me." He clung a little tighter. "I don't want to have to cut down a tree." She was holding on to something. "Why not, living alone works for people..." He flopped her back against the couch, hovering himself over her. "What are you worried about?"
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She gave him a look when he talked about hurting Gabe but when he moved her to look at her she looke to the side, “Nothing… it’s mainly the money thing. But I like living with someone. Less worry about wolves and sea gods and hell. And I like the company.” she sighed, “I used to live here with my grandmother and I just don’t want to be here with my memories.”
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Greed didn't want anyone to come into her apartment. It put another person in his space and possibly drive them apart. It wasn't as if no one else hadn't tried. He didn't trust anyone. Especially a stranger. "You want to live with a stranger? Ew."
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She shrugged, “Strangers can be nice, you know. Gabe was a stranger when he moved in and then we became best friends. If he ever gets nominated for an oscar, he promised he’d take me as his date.” she tugged on the front of his shirt lightly, “I was thinking of putting flyers up at my old college and interviewing people who are interested from there.” she wanted him to understand, “I can’t lose this place and I need roommate to cover the rent. If I get a second job, I’ll never have time to see you.” it’d be like when she was working and going to school, he had only started to get to know her but she was busy as hell and barely saw him then.
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His brows flattened. She made a very solid case---"I don't trust anyone. What if its another dude?" His jealousy would get the better of him, though that meant new things to go through and steal. "I am very uncomfortable with this..."
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She rested her arms on his shoulders and looked in his eyes, “So what if it’s a dude? He’s not moving into my room.” she had been hesitant about having a male roommate years back but Gabe had shown her that it was like living with a friend and not awkward. “Well, what do you suggest?” she wasn’t going to do it but she’d like to know what his solution was that he would be fine with.
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"I suggest not getting a boy roommate. But you might get a lesbian and that wouldn't fly either." He rested his weight on her comfortably without crushing her, bumping her cheek with the fuzz on his chin. He hadn't shaved in a few days, and he'd even worn his flip-flops.
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She let out a low “Ooooof…..” as he lowered himself on her and loved on her. It felt nice. “Yeah but if I get a hot straight female girl and you steal her undies and things, she’s gonna think you’re a creep and move out. So. I’m going to put up a flyer at Columbia and see who applies for it. And no matter who comes, I’ll tell them first things first, I have a boyfriend. And he’s super strong and handsome and insane and gets jealous easily so they better not think of putting moves on me.” she loved him when he was scruffy and casual, it was so less formal and she felt like she could laze with him. She kissed his scratchy chin, enjoying the rare treat.
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"You should put that in the advertisement." He sat up on his elbows staring down into her perfect brown irises. He poked at the straps of her shirt, "you said I'm handsome---" he stated it with a grin on his face. He liked when she puffed up his ego. It lightened the mood. It was her bargaining chip.
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“I don’t want to scare off prospective roommates before they even get here.” she knew that Greed would want to inspect whoever she picked anyway. She ran her knuckles over his cheek, “Yes…” she wasn’t happy but she felt… calmer with him there.
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"Why not? Sounds like a great plan to me." His grin spread higher, but he could see their chat or even their position didn't have her smiling. He twirled her hair with a sigh. "What?" He squinted his eyes, his voice concerned. She still looked like a wounded puppy.
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She shook her head and kissed his jaw. He would totally scare people away. She sighed and scratched his cheek lightly, “Nothing.. it’s a big change in my life. I get sad and it takes time. I just..” she tilted her head and made a face, “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way..” she tried to explain, “I don’t have a lot of people in my life as it is and I just keep losing them.. I know you think my life is set with just you but.. you have your family. I lost Ray, my locket, my best friend…” she got quiet because without a roommate she was going to lose her apartment too. She had Greed and she was grateful, but when he wasn’t there, she felt alone.
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He leaned up to kiss her forehead. His hands gripped her sides. He wasn't going to let go. She wasn't going to be alone, he didn't want her to get wrapped up in depression. That belonged to others in his family, he wasn't willing to let them seep in. He didn't give her a reply, but just held her a little tighter.
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It was the perfect response and she needed a squeeze. She put her arms around his neck and pressed her cheek to his asking softly, “Can you spend the night..?”
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She was clinging to him now, in her words and her body language. She was incredibly needy which could only come from one loss after another. In her head she felt worlds apart from where she was right now. "I'll stay," he whispered in her ear with a kiss on her cheek. He had never stopped being strong, but she had seen him crack during that last hit from Poseidon. Now she was the one cracking, he had to patch it up before she fell apart.
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She let out a huge breath that it felt she’d been holding forever when he said he’d stay. It was as if she hadn’t been sure he would agree. Normally, she wouldn’t even need to ask him but she just wanted to be sure. They both just needed some time together to recuperate but these hits didn’t seem to stop. At his kiss on her cheek, she smiled a little and nuzzled his scruffy cheek with her nose, “How come you didn’t shave?” not that she was complaining, she was curious.
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She had started to notice the chips in his system that were flaking away. It was the little things that showed he hadn't yet gotten back on track. He still hadn't had enough time, and his organization had started to suffer. The same applied in his appearance. It was also trust in her that he could just be Greed and she wouldn't throw it back in his face. She didn't laugh at him. "It was comfortable." It was relaxing until he found his footing.
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“Yeah?” she was surprised but seemed pleased. She liked him being loose and comfortable with her. She kissed his cheek, “It’s very sexy too.” it was no secret she liked it. She rarely got to see his scruff outside of a deadzone and even when she saw it now, it always reminded her of their first time together lying in bed in Lithuania with her running her hand over his jaw and his scruff, telling him she liked it. It was a wonderful memory.
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He snorted a laugh against her cheek. "You're obsessed with my hairy face." He giggled again but only added to the statement. "You like it and you don't taunt me with it." It wasn't about being sexy and desirable to her, it was about being himself. He was himself.
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“I am.” she kissed his cheek a couple more times, “It’s rare to see you like this.” she rested her nose against his cheek as she listened to him and frowned, “Whyyyyy would I taunt you with it?”
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"Because hair and stuff, it gets in the way." He liked being cleaned up, a sharp dresser but lately he fell into more human habits with her. "It's scratchy," he cuddled her into him, "some would say its dirty." Like Lust who thought anything other than clean cut was disgusting.
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“Gets in the way of what?” she nuzzled the corner of his jaw and nodded, “It tickles too.” since all his kisses were bristly with scruff. “Well some would be crazy cause it’s not dirty. It’s very…. rugged. And manly.” she nuzzled his cheek again with her nose giving him another kiss.
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He felt like a man with her, not like a little boy or some escort. He really was her boyfriend or manfriend. Didn't that sound better? "I know you like it." It wasn't the only reason he did it. She never asked him to do anything like that, he found he just did it. There was no bargain, it was just being comfortable.
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“Mmmm I do.” she kissed his chin and cheek, but wanted to make sure he understood that she wasn’t saying she liked him better with it or something, his ego was so sensitive, “I like you without it too but it’s like…” she tried to think of a comparison, “You know how you like my body? But when I wear lace it’s something extra? It’s like that.” His scruff was her lace.
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He'd been ready to protest but his whine died down when she managed to wrangle him with a good example. "My hairy face is your lace?" He laughed amused at this new revelation, his hands sliding down her sides with a few tender kisses to her neck. "That's a new one on me."
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She laughed softly, “Well that sounds weird but yeah.. like you get turned on by my lace. I get turned on by your scruff.” she wriggled a little and smiled, “It tickles..” his kisses at her neck weren’t normally so ticklish.
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"Ohhho," He plucked her skinny tank strap, "turned on huh?" That was also new, and it was the perfect thing to keep her from knowing he'd asked Wrath to pull a few punches on Poseidon. It was still keeping with his deal, he wasn't touching Poseidon.
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She blushed a little, “Maybe…” she swatted at his hand playing with the strap, she knew where his mind was going, or thought anyway.
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He snuggled her neck some more, tugging on the strap with it between his teeth. She knew where he was going, but she didn't know why he was using it to cover up. Hiding anything from her never made it out the front door. He'd end up telling her, he just didn't want to right now…
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She gave a soft confused chuckle, “Chance… what’re you doing… you can’t possibly be that horny just because Gabe’s moving out.” he was always handsy with her but he rarely dove right for it like this. “And it’s sad that you are.” she assumed he was just excited that he was getting rid of her best friend but it just made her blue again. Even as he got the strap of her tank top down, her bra strap was showing and it was a plain totally not special thing and looked comfy and old.
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His face fell when she just wilted into the couch. "Are you that upset?" He really wasn't going to tell her about Wrath now. At least not at that moment. He rested his chin on her chest. "Can I take you shopping?" Spending money always made him feel better.
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She sighed and gave him a tired look, “I just lost my best friend. That’s like if…” she sighed again, “I guess how you felt when your car got repoed. Cept a hundred times worse.” she played with the hair at the nape of his neck and raised her brows, “I don’t have any money to spend on shopping.” but it would probably be good to get out of the apartment…
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"Oh. That does kinda suck." He spoke with the lightbulb switching on in his head. He would love to get his car back. She wouldn't get Gabe back----where was this bad? He lifted his head and poked her boob with his finger. "Come on! Gotta get you something fancier than that worn out thing." Yes he'd noticed. He wanted to see her in cuter tops than that. "If you're gonna show those puppies off in those shirts you need some lift." He sat up and motioned under his man boobs his point. He should know. He'd fondled a lot of them.
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Her mouth dropped open and she crossed her arms over her chest, “I am not showing them off, it’s just a tank top!” she narrowed her eyes, “Are you saying my boobs are saggy?” she was in her mid 20’s and her boobs were perky even without a bra, and he perfectly well knew that since he’d seen them naked.
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"No!" He pointed a finger at her, "Sloth's are saggy. I'm pretty sure Glutt has a pair himself and he's a man. If he doesn't now I'm shocked. I'm just saying you could dazzle them a little." He flashed his fingers outward. "Crystals. Lace." He raised his one brow, "Leather..."
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She gave him a look like she didn’t know what he was up to but it seemed like something, “Again, no money.” she kept her arms crossed, he had no access to boobtown. “And it’s uncomfortable.” and she was uncomfortable with the idea of dazzling her boobs up.. she’d never gone intimates shopping with a boyfriend.
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“Hello?! Who are you dating?” Even if he was getting strapped on funds himself, again he had his ways to wrangle out of the store with something. “I have my ways,” he wiggled his fingers again and then huffed when she still seemed to refuse. “Uncomfortable with what? I’ve touched, groped, licked and handled all of you. Why not?”
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Her eyes went big and she looked to the side, still keeping her arms crossed over her chest and now being fidgety, “That’s… that’s different.” she was trying to think of how it was different since he had a point, he knew her body better than anyone.
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"It's not different! I know your cup size." He would have been able to tell her that after day one. He got up off the couch, pulling her good arm to get her on her feet. "I'm getting you out of the house.”
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She protested still but he was already dragging her out the door. “I wish you’d have let me change…” she hissed at him when they got to the lingerie store. She felt so out of place with the ladies all dressed professionally but sexily. But she knew Greed knew if he’d given her time to change, she’d have found a way not to come. She gripped his hand and eyed the pieces in the store that so did not look like they were things she could pull off.
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Greed wasn't going to give her the opportunity to run off or change her mind. He decided for her. It would get her mind off the stupid tree that had left for LA. The first thing he pulled off the rack was something that Lust would cut into. With Zoe's curves though it could be pretty hot. The imagery had him mentally drooling. He was pretty fantastic at picking out a wardrobe for her, how was this any different?
He was the most comfortable guy that the women in that store had ever seen. Usually the guys came to them for help, but this one had his own agenda, it was Zoe that looked out of place. He handed over the garment, one of the shop girls still asking them if they needed assistance.
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Zoe waved her bad hand and good hand in front of her, “No, no.. we’re fine.” she told the woman who she was pretty sure just wanted a chance to flirt with Greed but God, Zoe did not want an audience for her embarrassment but the lady was not leaving. Zoe gave up and let the woman talk about the piece Greed picked . Zoe only looked at the flimsy, holey, see through, barely a bra, bra and said, “Are you kidding me.”
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This wasn't just the run of the mill department store items. He'd picked a boutique with a nice price tag. The woman held up the bra in front of her. "Come on try it on, you never know, you might like it." Greed said with a grin. The associate winked at him walking around so that she came up behind him. Greed wasn't ignorant to the attention but he didn't do anything to advance her subtle passes. His eyes were glued to Zoe.
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Zoe rolled her eyes at the woman’s completely obvious pass at Greed. She was standing right there. She crossed her arms tight over her chest and made faces like she was being tortured as she looked at the bra that was so not her style and debated trying it on, “You know it has zero lift.” she looked at him with an unhappy expression. It wasn’t the fact the bra had no lift that was the problem.
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"Oh I know. This one isn't about lift. It's about making them sexy." Zoe often felt insexy around him, he wanted to prove to her there was a tiger in there on the outside as well as the inside. "Alright, hang on...." He walked off to browse picking something else that gave a lot of lift. It too was more something Lust would like. He shooed her towards the dressing room. He was anxious to see.
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She looked even more horrified at his second pick, her mouth open as he dumped the stuff in her arms and sent her to the dressing rooms. Since it was an upscale place, the dressing rooms were also really fancy and after a couple of minutes, Zoe just said, “I’m not coming out in this.” clearly not liking what she was wearing.
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Greed was standing right outside the door, groaning when she wouldn't come out. "I'm right here. It's just me, just----" he tugged on the lavender curtains that hung off a metal pole on hooks. He pulled it open a sliver still not able to see what she had on. "Let me see!"
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She grabbed the curtains and kept them closed when he started to shuffle around and try to open them, “No! This is.. this is just really not-- I’m going to change.” She let go only so she could change back into her own comfy bra because this was just ridiculous looking on her.
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He caught sight of it when he slipped in behind the curtain. He looked confused. It was obvious he did not like what he saw, even when he straightened her shoulders. It shrunk her, made her usual hourglass shape completely flat. "Shit that's awful."
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She jumped a mile, “Would you--” she started but she couldn’t even hide the gross bra he’d made her put on before he was moving her around like a puppet. She huffed when he finally stopped and she hated how the thing looked on her too but the look of disgust on his face really stung. And at his remark, it was a terrible blow to her confidence. “Yes. I know. Thank you.” she bit out and shoved him to get him out of the dressing room as she undid the clasp to change. She was so going home, unbelievably humiliated.
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He was under the impression all girls looked hot in holes and scantily clad. But it didn't work for Zoe. Did that mean girls looked good in other things? He had to rethink his angle and his choices. Like everything else it had to fit her. "No, no, hang on a minute. Stay! Just give me five minutes." He needed to shop around a little.
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She came bursting through the curtains, smacking them off her when it wrapped around as if trying to make her stay. “No! You can stay for five hours if you want but I’m going home.” she wasn’t mad… she was red with embarrassment. She had to compete with the sin of goddamn desire for his sexual attention and he had to drag her to this place just to show her oh look you really don’t compare. Ugh, she so didn’t need this.
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He'd fumbled this one. Horribly. He was getting more and more frustrated as he looked through dozens of racks. The assistant tried to help him while he was alone but he refused. He was on a mission. He was still browsing when she came out if the changing room. He wasn't leaving until he found what he was looking for.
"We aren't leaving yet," he said over his shoulder when he felt her come into view out of the corner of his eye. "I think you don't work the same as other girls. I gotta find something that suits you." She would recognise that look on his face. It was determined. He stopped at a little black bra with a sheer number. It was more covering than the holes, but he liked it. "Try this one." It looked nothing like he'd been going for the first time.
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“I am leaving.” she didn’t care what he was doing right now, he could spend the night in this ridiculous store if he wanted. His next words were as hurtful as previous ones. She didn’t work the same as other girls? Clearly she was defective that lingerie looked crappy on her. She didn’t even look at what he held up, just putting her casted hand up and saying coldly, “No.” as she stalked towards the exit. These were flimsy clothes designed to make women look and feel sexy and she felt and looked like utter crap. Boyfriend approved.
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He chased her down, the little ding going off as he got too close to the door. "Wait!" He tugged her back, it was a wonder the girl didn't have whiplash the millions of times he never let her walk out a door willingly. "I just want you to see what I see in you. I thought all girls worked in the same sexy numbers." Most of them were also tall, blonde, reheaded and pale. She had a different complexion all together. And Lust, well she could for in a shoestring and it would look hot. "Just one more." He was certain without a shadow of a doubt that she would like what she saw once she had it on.
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She looked upset when he dragged her back and she frowned when again it sounded like he was just insulting her and complaining she didn’t work like other girls. “See what? That I can’t be as sexy as your floozies and your… your..” she closed her mouth and looked to the side, really not wanting to announce to the sales people he slept with his sister. She shook her head when he asked her to try one more, “I’ve had enough humiliation for one day.” she said quietly, feeling the womens eyes on her.
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He pulled her to him, his hands on her waist, the garments draped over his arm. He gave a soft kiss with a look in his eyes that begged her to do it. He was milking it but he wanted this. "Try it on and I promise you will like it." Greed was not walking out otherwise. "We aren't leaving until you do."
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She kept her eyes open and on his as he kissed her but she didn’t pull away when he brought her in towards him. “Then I guess we’re just going to stand here and having a staring contest.” more than her not liking it… she didn’t want to see that ‘ewww’ look on his face again. What if he didn’t like it?
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He swayed her hips side to side. "I just had to find you in there. Come on," he gave her another kiss, this time a little longer, a little more weak in the knees. Did he have to throw out that magic word that he hated?
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“But what if--” she started and then stopped when he kissed her. This time her eyes closed and her hand rested on his arm. She was still unsure but he was wearing her down, she looked at him with that doubt and asked, “What if I’m just not in this store…” and maybe the girl he was looking for just wasn’t who she was.
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"I think you are going to be surprised." He was asking her to trust him. "I got it right this time. I promise." He kissed her cheek. "No more embarrassment."
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She looked at the garment draped over his arm and sighed. She still didn’t seem all that convinced… “Humiliation.” she corrected him. Embarrassment was what you felt. Humiliation was what was done to you.
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Zoe wasn't budging. He'd hit her deep with that display, but he didn't get why she was so upset. "Okay so after this we go get pizza and eggrolls and fries and hang out at drive in theater, hmm?" Maybe that sweetened the deal.
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She rested her head on his arm, “We hang out at my apartment and you don’t throw a fit when I go with Gabe to the airport tomorrow.” she looked at him as if those were the re-negotiated terms that she’d accept.
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"Do I get to go to the airport?" He'd likely have a good riddance sign with balloons, bells and whistles. He had a feeling she had had fine print in her part of the deal.
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She shook her head, “Nope. Gabe can’t stand you either and I really don’t want him going to LA with a black eye or have to bail you out of jail.”
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He sucked in his bottom lip, bouncing it under his teeth with little indentions forming from where he bit down. There was her fine print. "Okay, okay," he held an arm out with the items. "Now try them on?" His voice shot up a little in question as if she was still considering it. "Please." There was that nasty word again.
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At his please, she looked at him surprised. He must reallllly want her to try it on if he was willing to say that. She nodded and gave in, taking the items with a sigh. She walked slowly back to the dressing room as if she was about to be hanged and closed the curtain so she could change.
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He bounced on his feet up and down with happy clapping. The associate looked at them as if he was crazy as he took a running dive back to the dressing room. He stood outside the curtain again with a giant smile. "Done yet?" He asked impatient, bouncing again.
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There was some shuffling around and another sigh as she said, “I can’t look…” and she was serious, she changed into the black bra and sheer top piece with her back to the mirror. If he wanted to see how this looked shitty on her then he could, she rather spare herself this time. She avoided looking in the mirror as she pulled back the curtain just a bit so he could have a peek.
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He threw the curtain back and stepped inside, sliding it back when he was all turned around. She had her back turned to the mirror but he could see everything. Just as he'd thought, this suited her perfectly. She wasn't a flashy girl, she didn't need flashy lingere. He could see that now.
"Wow."
She was sexy.
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She had taken off her shorts because the sheer part was over her stomach and then sorta formed a short skirt type thing. she rubbed her bare arm as he looked her over and then wrinkled her nose, “Is that a good wow or a bad wow….” because it could be wow that looks awful.
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"That's a sexy wow." He saw her that way when she looked at him with her big brown eyes. When the light bounced off her cheeks and glittered her freckles. When she smiled at him with those bright whites. When she laughed and held onto him. When she was sleeping and didn't know he watched her or ran his finger down the bridge of her nose where all her freckles splattered out in one big milky way. She was sexy standing on those stilts for legs, the sheer fabric only hinting to her warm skin. The black was a nice contrast and the curves were accentuated beautifully.
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She blushed at his compliment and plucked at the fabric of the sheer skirt, “It’s.. see through.” she fumbled for the words but she was smiling, lowering her lashes because of the way he was looking at her and running a hand through her hair.
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That soft pink hit her cheeks, illuminating her freckles. “It’s hypnotizing.” His thumb brushed her cheek wondering if it would dust off into his fingers, those sparkly freckles. It was easy to forget the world around them when they connected with just one look. He leaned in slow, deliberate with just a brush of his lips to hers before he turned her to face the mirror. “Look,” the breath from his mouth just a wisp against her ear.
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Hypnotizing was what he was when he touched her and kissed her like that. He could have told her to walk into traffic at that moment and there was a very real chance she might have just done it without thinking so when he turned her, she obliged. She looked in the mirror and she didn’t look anything like the mannequins in the windows with their barely there outfits, this covered quite a bit but the sheer part hinted at enough that on her it was actually pretty tantalizing. “It wasn’t what you pictured..” she said quietly because he had wanted leather and lace and cut outs and whatnot. She not entirely convinced that this wasn’t him just making up for being a hurtful asshole.
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"It's better." His voice was seductive. He couldn't have her right then and there like he'd want, but his voice could hint at the reaction it gave him. It wasn't anything like Lust or the other girls, but that's what made Zoe special. It's what made her his.
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She smiled at his tone, finding his eyes in the mirror. Part of why this outfit also worked on her was because she wasn't flapping out exposed in it. Because she was more comfortable in it, it made it fit better and therefore was sexy. She was definitely calmer than she had been before and she didn't seem upset like earlier.
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He gnawed on her neck a few moments with his lips. That was the Sin showing his appreciation. Despite its far more conservative look it had its appeal. "You aren't the rest. I should have remembered that." That was his real apology.
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She chuckled softly when he gnawed on her neck like she loved. But his words meant a lot to her and she turned her head up to look at him, she didn't want to admit it but he was being open with her... and last time she kept something to herself it ended up in an explosive fight so she blurted out, "It really hurt." she didn't like him trying to make her like the rest and then being upset when she wasn't. Sure, it was fine now but it had stung to see his initial reaction. She hoped this wouldn't bite her in the butt.
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"It wasn't you it was the bra. I've not dressed a girl intimately like you before. And Victorian underwear Jesus Christ that was a mess." He'd showered Stella with her own money to keep her out of his face. "I just had to find the right you. I forget not all girls work the same."
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She reached behind with her good hand and pinched his chest lightly, "Fine.. but how would you like it if you showed up with a full on beard and I made faces and said it was ugly?" he often got worried he didn't look good, like with his new hairstyle or with his scruff but Zoe never reacted like 'ew' to him. He'd done to her his own worst nightmare.
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“You wouldn't say that..." he laughed it off but he immediately raised a hand to rub the sides of his chin. "You just said it was your lace..." but he'd dropped the ball on this one. With every action there was a consequential reaction, he was learning with her the more he hit with insensitivities the more she threw it back in his face. She wasn't Lust, but his directness was changing her. She was more vocal about her likes and dislikes. He'd told her to be, but sometimes he didn't quite connect the dots the way a human boy would.
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She turned around to face him fully, sighing because it was the wrong example. "Okay, you're right, I wouldn't. But remember when you got that haircut? And you were so insecure about it because it was not what you were used to?" she gave him a look, just like she wasn't used to skimpy lingerie, "You didn't think it looked good at all. And you were scared to show it to me?" but when he had, she hadn't hit him while he was down. She'd helped him fix it. And in the end it'd been like lingerie was for her... she had thought it was all wrong but it turned out new didn't mean bad, they just had to find the right style, just like with him. "How would you have felt if I reacted to your haircut the way you reacted to me in that bra?"
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His hand absently went from his chin to his hair which was much like it had been before, a blonde puff with bangs in a side swoop. It didn't work as well with the scruff but he hadn't thought of it that way before. He felt a little unnerved. Was she saying he looked horrible now? That he had looked horrible then? She interrupted his thoughts with a question that he had to answer now. She had put it into perspective with an example he understood.
"Uh...oh."
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She gave him another look, "Yeah. Oh." so he'd made her feel like shit when she was already insecure about something she knew didn't look good. It was a terrible feeling that the person you wanted to find you desirable was repulsed when you already felt not that sexy. And if something didn't work on her, she wanted him to tell her, but that kick was a bit much.
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His bottom lip puckered out. It was practically an overhang for her to jump off of it hung out so far. "Are you scolding me?" He got it now, he usually did but she had to poke him to remind him she was just a girl, a human girl and sometimes keeping up with his head and the way it worked was hard work. Even moreso, it was mean to treat her like a lump with all his other girls cause she wasn't one of them. She shined above all of them. He'd never found her disgusting as a boy, the Sin though was sitting back with a happy laugh, but he bit his tongue because his eyes were still trolling over her sexy lingerie.
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She looked at him pouting like a kid and ran the back of her knuckles over his scruffy cheek, "No... I'm trying to make you understand.... do you?" she couldn't even bear to share the same petname with Lust, for him to stick her in something a floozy would wear. It had made her feel like that's what he wanted her to be.. but he'd showed her otherwise.
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"Yeah..." he wasn't intentionally trying to put her into a mold. He was used to certain things, she was always opening up his mind a little more teaching him things he didn't realize worked the way they did. Thousands (hell millions) of years old and she gave him something new, good and bad. "Can we still go to the drive-in?" He had a hankering for watching others make-out in public and maybe he'd get a few gropes in himself.
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She didn't want to go out but as usual caved, "Yeah..." she said repeating what he said. They could go. She waved her good at him in a shooing motion, "Lemme change." she was sure the ladies probably already thought they were doing some nookie in there.
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"We're getting this first." He joined them in his speech again as if she were a part of him and not just some belonging he took with him. Before she was completely out of it he took her down with one more seductive kiss, not that it was really one, more like a few tangled up with it. Then he reluctantly walked out of the dressing room still tugging on the curtain as if to push her faster. He was getting hungry and it was giving him a headache---or it was her mouth he'd just devoured like food that had his head in a spin.
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That 'we' was soothing to her and her smile started to blossom a bit. She nodded and then let herself get wrapped up in his kisses. She was still in the black bra when he was tugging on the curtains and she poked her head out just her face full of freckles with naked shoulders also full of freckles. She smooched him and then disappeared again behind the curtain to finish changing.
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He giggled poking his head inside even though she had just thrown her tank on, fish-faced for more. He picked up the discarded sheer material and shoved it in her dress after ripping the tag right off. He left the rack on the wall on the hook, then took the black bra with him. When she was finally done the boy danced out towards the register, but he had no intention of paying full price for this thing. Greed was all about haggling price when he could. The girl at the register scanned it, the beep indicating it was time for him to pay. Typical Greed fashion he gasped at the flashing sale price. "I found that on the 50% off rack." He was insistent that he would get it for a better price.
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She gave him a slow smooch on the lips when he made a fish face and basically ignored all his Greeding he did to score the pretty outfit. She didn't comment, help, or hinder what he was doing and when he was done she nudged him, "So.. are we keeping that at your place or my place?" as if it was something they had to have a custody agreement on.
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It took a few more complaints and charm to get the goodies. He walked out of the boutique with his head high proud of his accomplishment and Zoe on his arm. He stopped in thought at the question but it was obvious his place was the better choice. He pointed at his chest with his thumb, opening up the passenger side of his car for her to get in. It was one of his many monster expensive rides, but it still wasn't the yellow beast. He missed that car.