WHO: Greed & Zoe w/ Jared Price WHEN: Saturday WHERE: Drive-in WHAT: Movie date WARNING: Depressed Sin
Greed sat in the car tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. He had every intention of flagging Zoe down before she even stepped foot back in the apartment. He flopped his head back against the seat with a groan. How long did it really take to get back from the airport? It was already five minutes too long. He looked up when someone walked past his car.
Fuck.
Not her. He started to hit the horn, making a song out of the agitated noises. The only song that came to his head was a stupid Christmas song he’d heard a million times over. It clearly wasn’t Christmas yet, but it was the only one he could put musical genius to on his horn.
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Zoe was blue after hugging Gabe a million times at the airport and helping him with his stuff. She wore jeans that were cut off with a loopy belt, her white tank and a yellow lacy open top as a cover up. She didn’t have time to really dwell on things as her ears were assaulted as soon as she got near her building. Was that..? She slapped the top of Greed’s car twice and then leaned down and looked at him with an expression that clearly asked what the hell was he doing.
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He didn’t stop. It was the most insanely repetitive song he knew. He bobbed his head side to side until he was done. He turned his head to look at her but the smell that permeated off of her was atrocious. It made him gag before he could even say a thing. How much cologne did the tree actually dump that he spilled it on her too? His nose twitched again, his eyes glued to her yellow top like a fly on fly paper. “What’s that smell?” ________________________
She still looked like her ears were in pain and then frowned, “I don’t know… air?” she gave him another look, “What’re you doing?” meaning his recital on the horn.
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He zoomed in towards her sweater, not yet letting her in his car. She wasn’t setting foot in it with that smell. “Who dumped perfume on you?” He could practically taste it. When he stuck out his tongue he wiped it down with his hand but it did nothing to take away the taste.
There was a ton of food in his backseat. Chinese, Greek, and the best New York pizza in Little Italy. He tooted the horn again as if to make a point. “I’m making music. What? Don’t like my music either?” ________________________
She sniffed her shoulder and a look of recognition crossed her face, it was Gabe’s cologne from all the hugging. She rubbed her lips together, “It’s… I don’t know. Someone’s…” her stomach rumbled at the smell of all the food and she looked in the backseat and then at him, “Either? What else of yours don’t I like?” she couldn’t believe he was making her stand outside his car like this. ________________________
It was already starting turn dusk out. They had a little time to kill before the movie started at the drive-in theater. They could eat (he had cake but that was for later from some local cupcake shop), but he wasn’t letting her sit in his car smelling like she’d been dipped in a lagoon of cologne. “My shopping skills.” He stuck his nose in the air just as an elderly couple started across the street. He started honking his horn again, this time to the tune of Rudolph. For some reason he had a million Christmas songs running through his head. ________________________
“Stop that!” she looked at him, “You have other skills, okay?” she gave him a sad puppy dog face, “Do I get to come in the car or did you just drive over to show me a bunch of food and leave me alone?”
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He smirked at the compliment. Of course he had other skills. He was dynamite in bed. “You smell like another guy! Why should I let you inside?” He was teasing, but somewhere underlining the joke he was dead serious. ________________________
She sighed, he had her there. “Okay… I guess I should go shower and leave you here. By yourself.” She took a step back and then stopped, “OR… you could rub yourself on me and then I’d smell like you…..” she raised her brows to see if he was interested in that option instead.
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“NO!” he said putting his palm to the horn again as it spoke with him. “No going upstairs.” He was quick to sit upright and pull himself over the door of the convertible. This was what car number five? He took her by the arms and then just latched on like leech underwater. He squeezed her, rubbed her down and squeezed her some more. After a few minutes he stopped, sniffed and continued to molest her with his body until he was completely satisfied that he had rubbed off all of Gabe’s smell. ________________________
She was taken by surprise because she thought he’d just hug her up in the car, not out on the street. She tried to protest but then eventually just burst out laughing. It was embarrassing but she loved him so much and she really needed a hug and he was giving her an extended one. When he stopped again she smiled at him, “Hi crazy.” resting her arms on his shoulders. ________________________
“Hi.” He sniffed again like a hound that had lost it’s scent. She was now a mix of the multiple smells that made up greed. And a little like fried wontons from the Chinese diner. “Now you can get in my car.” It was spacious with a wide backseat that could fit two people. He made sure before deciding which car to drive that he could stretch out completely in the back because that’s where they would be when they parked. Well, after the picnic lunch. Then the backseat.
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“Gee thanks.” she rubbed her nose against his lightly, “You wanna let me go so I can do that…” even tho her arms were still loosely sitting on his shoulders. It seemed like he had something planned for them. ________________________
“Do I have to? I’m a multi-tasker. I’m almost positive I could drive with you on my lap.” His eyes thinned into perfect little slits from his giant grin, those perfect pearly whites shining back at her like glass. She could probably find her reflection inside. ________________________
She smiled and gave him a soft small kiss on the lips, “Let’s not test that tonight… how about instead you let me go and I’ll feed you small bits of food until we get to…..” she furrowed a brow, “Where are we going?” if he had been planning on staying at her place, he would have been inside, she was positive of it.
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He dropped his arms in a childish groan. “You really forgot? Fuck.” He slapped a hand to his forehead opening up the door for her to crawl in. He made sure to smack her butt before she sat down and he settled back in his seat. “Am I going to have to spell it out for you with my music maker?” he tooted the horn softly. Everyone within a nearby distance glared again as he still seemed reluctant to let go of his representation of the sound of music. ________________________
She jumped when he smacked her butt but still she should be grateful she guessed he didn’t smack her boobs since he was obsessed with those these days. “I’m sorry! It’s been a busy day.” she put her hands on his, “No! No.. just tell me instead.” she tangled her fingers with his holding his hands with her one good one.
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“Busy canoodling with some other guy and feeling him up!” His hands stilled, but he used his elbow instead to beep the horn a few more times for good measure. “I told you yesterday we were going to the movies and it just slipped your mind?” He flapped his lips with a puff of air. Rude. ________________________
She wrinkled her nose, “Ohhhhh.. sorry. I thought that was later in the week.” she leaned over and put her casted hand on his thigh, “The only guy I want to canoodle and feel up tonight is you.” she kissed his cheek.
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“Why would it be later? That’s absurd! Is your mind still completely stuck on that airport?” It bothered him that she was still upset. His leg started to bounce up and down as she touched it. “So let’s go already. I’ve only been waiting here for hours. Jesus.” He started up the engine, leaning over for a quick kiss before he peeled off down the street. ________________________
She didn’t really get to argue and let go of his hand so he could drive. She turned in her seat to root through some of the food, taking out a couple of wonton’s. She bit into half and chewed on it and then held the rest up to his lips as he drove. She looked him over, still casual and commented, “You look good in leather.” it was again relaxed and informal. ________________________
“That’s obvious.” How many times had he worn leather jackets when seeing her? Only this time it better not rain, he’d lost more of them to hurricanes and random summer showers. He liked his leather damnit. He took the wonton with his teeth, sure to linger and taunt her fingers with his tongue with a sensual lick. “Mmmm,” he commented in that annoying sexual voice she seemed to blush to when he pulled it out. ________________________
She laughed, pink in her cheeks at his tongue and noises, “Okay seriously rethinking sharing food with you while you drive. Maybe I should make you wait till we’re parked.” she wiggled her fingers to take them back and pick up another wonton that she bit into. “What movie are we seeing by the way? If it’s one you die in again, I’m breaking up with you.” she said pointing the half eaten morsel at him. _______________________
"It's not about the movie Zoe, its about the parking!" Wasn't that super obvious? He held his hand out, rubbing his fingers together. He wanted more wontons. They weren't just for her to pick over. He was starving and there was still plenty of food. _______________________
She nearly choked on the bite she had and slowly chewed and swallowed, “Ah, so you have no intention of seeing the movie.” and since he was holding his hand out, she put the bitten wonton into it instead of feeding it to him. “Hope you brought a blanket.” _____________________
"I have the backseat---oh unless you mean to cover up?" The later it got it would get a little chilly. He reached for the wonton ungracefully and stuffed it down. He tooted the horn to ask for another one while he hadn't swallowed that one, causing the driver in front if him to to flip him off. They were a short distance now to the theater, so when he finally pulled into a spot there was a line of cars behind him grateful.
With the engine off he reclined the seat a little and took off the leather jacket, laying it in the backseat, exposing the gray tank he had on underneath. It would be a question of if Zoe would want food or his biceps. _____________________
She nodded and when he demanded another wonton annoyingly she obliged. He was lucky he was cute. When they finally parked, she turned to grab some more food and was about to plonk it in his lap when she saw he was wearing the tank top. She paused and her eyes went to his bare arms. She’d seen him in leather before she didn’t think she’d ever seen him in a tank top… ______________________
He rested his head back against the seat waiting for the food, but it seemed she had paused. He squinted one of his closed eyes open. "Problem? You're acting funny." He didn't know what the hold up was. ______________________
“No, no problem…” she handed him the food and looked back at his massive exposed arms, “I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear a wifebeater as a shirt before…” she reached out and ran the tip of her finger down his bicep. _______________________
He fingered the ribbed fabric off his stomach smushing it between his thumb and finger pad. He looked down as if he'd didn't get it. "Is this like your lace too?" Her finger was warm as it traced his skin. He looked over his shoulder. "It was comfortable." He shrugged. _______________________
She smiled a little coy like, “Sort of..” she admitted quietly. She took her hand back, “I like seeing you comfortable.” she unwrapped some of the food and took a bite, curling up in the seat. But she was worried about him… because fashion was pain and Greed loved being fashionable. ______________________
He hadn't been right since he'd lost his job. Greed might have pulled out of it like a champ, but it had jerked a knot in his chain. He was being "casual" more often. It wasn't the same. He was losing a little of himself. It happened when he had something taken from him. It was a slow spiral into panic. He had yet to find a replacement job, but as with anything in Greed's world, nothing could be a replacement.
She was rubbing him the wrong way. Her feelings were radiating in his direction. "What?" He said through a mouthful of eggroll. ______________________
She shook her head, “Nothing… I’m just worried about you.” she took another small bite of her food. She was trying to think of how to talk to him without having him take it the wrong way.
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"You should be worried. You're so not getting that second eggroll." He could feel her eyes on him like she was looking for something. He practically swallowed his whole, followed down with half the bottle of soda. "You're looking at me like that again." He flopped back against the door, stretching his feet out across the gear shift in the middle. "What's going on up there?" He pointed to his temple. She didn't handle things like Lust did and therefore it was taking him longer, but in his own way he was caving in. _______________________
She slipped off her own comfy shoes and put her back against the door, rubbing her feet against his as she split the second egg roll in half and handed him his piece, “Because.. like I said, I’m worried. And not about food. I like you being comfortable around me but.. this isn’t normally how you dress. I mean, if we were hanging out at my place then okay but we’re out right now and you’re wearing a wifebeater and flip flops. I mean you still look amazing and you added leather to it.. but….” she wondered if he could see where she was going with this, “...normally you would wear something like this just around the house.” ______________________
He brushed off some crumbs that hand landed on his shirt, practically inhaling the half of eggroll she handed him. He was still chewing in mid sentence. "Are you saying its not me?" The meaning of closing his mouth while he talked was not important, it was the fact that she was boring holes in him with her fat brown seal eyes. ______________________
She kept soothingly rubbing his feet with hers so they had some physical contact, “I’m saying it is you just not… you you.” she sighed, frustrated at her lack of being articulate. “You just don’t seem to be your normal self. I worry. I want you to be happy.” ______________________
"This is the best fucking eggroll. Of course I'm happy." He licked his fingers clean. She was doing that thing again where she was could see through him. It made him shiver. He rocked his leg a little locking her foot from its massage. "Playing footsie?" ______________________
She rubbed her toes over his foot and looked at him meaningfully, “Chance.. talk to me. I know.. that things have been rough for us… for you. I took some hits but so did you and the difference is that you’re not used to taking them.” she wanted to talk about this before he’d go down a road he couldn’t come back from. Not that he was turning dark on her but he was going into some weird version of depression. He was himself but there were cracks that she didn’t want getting bigger.
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This was slow. Much slower than Greed was used to. When he lost it usually hit like a brick. This was eating away at him slowly. Chip by chip. He was reaching a limit, turning inside out but he couldn't even see what she saw. He knocked her foot again with leg. She wanted to talk but Greed wasn't even sure what to say. This was new to him too. He was reacting strangely, but he wasn't exactly human. _____________________
She turned her lips in and watched him, it breaking her heart a little because he seemed kinda lost. She let out a breath and decided maybe she should get him comfortable first. “Do you… wanna snuggle in the backseat?” she asked tentatively. ______________________
There were more cars in the lot with the light getting low but they were still in a good, secluded spot. He pointed to the backseat when she asked, crawling his way back there to switch positions with his pile of food which went in the front seat. He still wasn't sure where this was going or what she really wanted to know, but he wasn't about to say no to a little action. ______________________
She nodded when he pointed and then moved to the side to avoid his switching around. She held onto her seat and turned to lo ok at him, not coming any closer to him but asking, “Are you feeling anything these days that you normally don’t..?” he rarely felt sad or down and she wanted to know if he was having out of character moments for himself. __________________
"I have a shitton of food I'm losing my appetite for." He threw his hands up because she was still sitting up front. He pointed to all the open space but he was alone in it. He motioned at her frustrated. "What do you mean feel anything I normally don't? Are you getting back here?" He had things he wanted to do, or so he thought he did. __________________
She shifted in the passenger seat, sitting on her knees, “I’m coming! Just… please answer the question first? I’ll feed you two slices of pizza if you do.” and she knew he’d be lewd about it and lick and suck on her fingers just to make her blush so this was a great deal.
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He was exasperated with this already. "I don't know. I don't know what you want me to say?" His voice broke off and he cleared his throat. "I don't want any pizza." He wasn't feeling it anymore. ________________________
“You… don’t want any… pizza?” she said the words slowly and now was alarmed. Since when was Greed not hungry? Especially for food that was right there. Did she break him? She moved into the backseat and dropped on the seat between his legs, her arms going around his neck, holding him close. “Maybe we should go home… or out somewhere.. or…” she didn’t know how to fix this. She looked at him with concern, “What do you wanna do?” _______________________
When she tangled her limbs around him it kept him calm. He was a physical being. He didn't answer her, his fingers molesting her sweater where one of the buttons had been undone near her neck. It was bright yellow, his shade. "I don't know what's wrong." Whatever lost puppy she saw it was how he felt. "I'm just....I miss my job." But it was more than that. He was cracking and his brother being in town...it drew out the worst in him. _______________________
Her face fell when he mentioned his job. It was her fault he didn’t have it, her fault he couldn’t get another one like it. They’d come up with alternative solutions for him but the thing was she was seeing he actually liked the mundane day in and day out of his old job. He liked having set hours and an office. “Okay, you know what.. how about when we go home tonight, we’ll work on your resume and we’ll try a bunch of different business sites for hiring people. And I’m sure that we’re gonna find something.” she nodded as if to convince herself more than him but she still looked very worried. ______________________
He hadn't even tried since then. It's like Greed was turning inward. Now everything felt like it was out of his hands. "I've been here before." He unbuttoned another one of the buttons on her sweater. It was his version of a sinly depression. There was a lot for him to be moody for. ______________________
She let him undo the buttons on her lacy yellow sweater, she was wearing a tank top underneath so it was alright. She frowned a little and tilted her head, “Where before…?” at least he was talking. ______________________
It was one button then another one until he had the entire sweater open. He was still fondling the fabric, eyes glued to it. It felt different, lacy like he liked. "This inward feeling," he tapped his chest with his hand not really knowing what he was explaining. ______________________
He was doing to her what she did with his business shirts, unwrapping her like a present. But while his hands were busy with her clothes and his eyes glued to the color, his body settling with her warmth…. it was freeing up his mind and tongue to talk. “Can you describe it…?” she asked softly. ______________________
"Kind of claustrophobic. Like my insides are caving in or something." His hands were busy now on her sides, his thumb running circles on her stomach. ______________________
That sounded horrific and she felt like crap that he was going through this. She kept her bad arm around his neck and rubbed his chest over his heart with her good hand as if the physical act would be soothing in some way for his emotional distress, “How did you make it go away last time..?” _______________________
"I didn't," he said softly, "it manifested and I lost it." He'd cracked right down the middle and let his hellfire origins take over. Lust hadn't soothed that one over, he’d been wounded. It took a lot of time and a lot of destruction before he bounced back. _______________________
She shifted in his lap and rested her head lightly against his as she continued to rub his chest soothingly, “And after you lost it… you were okay?” she was trying to understand but Greed never poured out the whole story, he wasn’t used to it. She had to gather the pieces. _______________________
All her pawing was affectionate, but it was still a cooling blanket on a fever. "Eventually..." His hands raised a bit higher, his thumb now tracing circles just under her perfectly designed boobs. She may have her face right in his but he could still feel her mountains of feelings radiating all over him. "I just feel like I don't have control." That as not easy to say. It barely came out, but there it was now in the open air. _______________________
She knew how important control was, especially to his Sin. While he tried to put a positive spin on losing his job, it hadn’t been his choice to go or his choice to switch careers. His hands were going higher and he was fondling her in super slow motion but she was so concerned she barely noticed. “What can we do to make you feel like you have control..?” she asked in a hushed voice. They couldn’t get his job back but they could do something, couldn’t they? His Sin never seemed to be short of demands. ______________________
"Remind me of what I do have." He hadn't lost everything, but it felt like a hole in his net. Everything slowly dumping out. It made him jittery. An addict that had nothing to keep him high. He needed reassurance. ______________________
She could do that. “You have lots of things… a great wardrobe.. cars… a wonderful home.. and this..” she touched his cheek and looked into his eyes for a moment and then she kissed him tenderly. She didn’t say he had her because he had so much more than that. This was something they created together. It was something he couldn’t steal or take by force or ever have taken away or lose. This was something he’d have forever no matter what.
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His bright blue eyes were so dull. Like Poseidon had carved it right out. He was angry, confused, hurt, and his world was completely off axis. His hands cupped her face, keeping her lips there a moment longer. It was the only thing he had that made him turn his insides into a trampoline. His hands fell to her neck, fingers winding into her hair at the back of her head. What sadness she felt for losing Gabe was nothing compared to how lost he felt. It was triple. Maybe deep down he still held her responsible, but if he didn't have her---"I'd have lost it if he took you," he whispered against her soft, wet lips. _______________________
She stayed close, giving him another small kiss as her hand went back to soothingly rubbing his chest, “No one is ever going to take me from you. I gave myself to you.” he didn’t have to trick her or steal it or force it. She was with him by choice. Because she loved him just the way he was. She kissed him again her voice quiet, “We’ll get through this..” She hoped. ______________________
He kept taking little kisses like a mouse nibbling cheese. A bite here and a bite there to tell him this was his grande thing, this monumental experiment that he'd done right.
When he stopped playing kissy face, he rubbed the strands of her hair in his fingers, eyes closed and breathing in the fact that she smelled like him with a hint of her shampoo. He breathed her in. "My brother is here," he threw out, also one of his many reasons for closing up. When Envy was in town, the ugly side came out. ______________________ Honestly her two favorite things to smell like were coconuts and him so she was a happy camper. Her hand moved to trace patterns on his naked arm when she asked warily, "Which brother...?" she'd just met one and the others didn't sound like they were friendly. ______________________ Her soft traces were soothing. He kept his eyes closed just listening to her breathing, feeling her heartbeat as he calmed down enough to bring it up. Envy rubbed Greed in all the wrong ways. It put him in a bad mood. "Envy." ______________________ She stayed curled up in his lap, not doing much except tracing that pattern on his skin. She normally didn't do it outside of the bedroom but it was the benefit of showing her his naked arms in public. She got to touch them. "That's the one you don't get along with, right?" out of all his siblings, the only one that Greed ever said he didn't care for flat out was Envy. ______________________ "He's the one I fucking hate. Envy brings out a lot of bad shit." What jealousy Greed had Envy abused. Envy twisted an already twisted Sin. He was working himself up again just talking about it, his hand curling tight into the fabric of her sweater, wringing it between his fingers in a death grip. ______________________ She stopped tracing her finger on his skin when she felt him twist into the material of her open thin sweater. She gently touched his hand and pried his fingers loose little by little, "Do you have to talk to him or see him at all?" she wriggled her fingers around until his hand was tangled with hers instead of the fabric, her thumb rubbing back and forth on his hand. ______________________ "The thing with Envy is we always cross paths." It was in the same way that Lust could turn Greed in the palm of her hand. The difference in Envy was he brought out the worst in Greed. Her hands were soft, tight. He opened up his eyes, "We're alike I know but I still hate him." ______________________ She kissed his chin, "Well hopefully you can just ignore him." her eyes were soft on him, "And it's okay to hate family members sometimes, not everyone can get along." she had that look on her face that she knew this firsthand. She wanted to connect with her distant family but they just seemed to ruin her life all the time. "How come he drives you so nuts?" she asked curiously. ______________________ "Because he draws out the worst in me. I ride the line but Envy is destructive." Envy wanted to inflict pain and suffering. Greed just wanted to take, the suffering he caused was not deliberate. "Envy likes destroying lives." And not in the way Poseidon did. Poseidon was nothing. ______________________ She frowned a little, "That's not you though..." Greed could be destructive when he was dark but normally... then again, he wasn't really normal these days. "Please tell me you're going to stay away from him.." he was fragile right now, she didn't know if he could take a hit from his own brother. ______________________ "It can be me though. Like I said...I've been here before." He didn't look at her, but he squeezed her hand. Envy would do anything to turn people against one another. He could do the same with the Sins just to amuse himself. Envy's playground was a lot darker as he was the embodiment of the worst side of human emotions. ______________________ She dipped her head until she could look right in his eyes, keeping a good grip on his hand, "Yeah but last time you were here you didn't have me." she didn't know what all Envy was capable of but if Greed was wary of it and saying he could become capable of it, Zoe wanted him as far from it as possible, "And I am not gonna let it be you. Because it's not who you are." ______________________ The hand she wasn't squeezing rose up, his thumb rubbing across the beauty mark on her upper lip. It had always been there, but he felt like he was just discovering it once he was drawn from her eyes when he leaned his forehead against hers. He took more little kisses. His lips were actually trembling with each one. He wasn't scared his body was just starting to react to the frame of mind he was sinking in. Greed was trying to fight that dark side that wanted to take him. He let go of her hand, he needed something more to grip as his hands started to shake too, so he held on to her. ______________________ She gave him all the kisses he wanted and when he held on to her she put her arms around him and hugged him tight. She was not going to let him go, to the dark side or otherwise. "Any time you feel you're slipping, just hang on to me." she whispered in his ear before she kissed the frog tattoo, squeezing him. This way he'd have something to grab on to literally to break his fall. She'd keep him grounded and if he trusted her like he had done in Lithuania, she'd make sure he wouldn't crash. She'd catch him. ______________________ She gave him a squeeze and told him to hold on tight and he did. Any tighter and she wouldn't be able to breathe. He buried his face in her hair, still shivering almost from the inside out. "Okay," he said with a heavy swallow. "I'm not scared," he wanted her to know that. He was just fighting himself. ______________________ She didn't complain about how tight he held her, she wanted him to crush her in his arms if it meant he'd feel better. "Even if you are.. it's okay. As long as you don't let fear stop you. When I was scared, I thought of you.. and it gave me strength to keep standing." she kissed his head. ______________________ Her nails against the short hairs on his neck was one of the best feelings in the world. It was soothing. It was able to calm him down. "Nothing stops me." He would always bounced back, sometimes it just took a little longer. He squeezed her even tighter. He was holding on as if it were the last time. ______________________ She idly kept stroking the nape of his neck as she smiled, "Uh yeah, I know. It's why I'm here now." and why she had faith in him. Maybe in the beginning he didn't realize they'd have this but he saw something there and he pursued her until she could see it too. And she knew she wasn't going to let it go without a fight. Even if it meant he was the one she'd have to fight. ______________________ It sent a jolt down his spine. a tingling sensation that catered to his endorphines. It was honestly the next best thing to intimacy with her, but sex was the last thing on his mind. "Don't stop," he asked her still clinging tightly. He'd get over this but the kind of attention gave him like this wasn't like a mother coddling her son. She was a woman taking care of her man. ______________________ Her fingers stretched out, running along his blonde hair and through before slowly moving back down, "Have no intention of it.." she nuzzled his ear and even if he ended up leaving a bruise or two, it'd be worth it. He was most likely going to spend the night at her place and it made her smile to think that he had his own space in her room and his own toothbrush and change of clothes so they never had to worry about sleepovers anymore. They were growing up as a couple.. ______________________ He sucked in his bottom lip, biting down when her nails scraped across the base of his neck before climbing up again. He shivered this time because it felt good. "Thank you," he whispered into her coconut scented hair. His grip loosened enough that he wasn't putting bruises all over. ______________________ She leaned back a little so she could look at him, her one hand neck massage still going, she gave him another kiss on his lips, "This... is something you never have to thank me for." she loved him, it was part of the job description. She appreciated the gesture though, any time he said please or thank you, she took it to heart because she knew how much he hated saying those things. ______________________ "I'll be glad when you get that fucking cast off." He snuggled against her neck, another lingering kiss to her lips. He licked his lips tasting the hint if vanilla he'd been gnawing off her lips in every kiss. "Frosting?" He was starting to come back around and out of that black state of mind. ______________________ "Couple more weeks." she mmm'd when he snuggled and kissed her some more, stretching her legs out. She frowned at his question, not knowing what he was talking about and then started to laugh, "Yes, I slather frosting on my lips to tempt you to kiss them." she touched her nose to his, "It's vanilla chapstick you loon." ______________________ He took his arms from around her, one hand sliding down her leg, sneaking in another kiss when it seemed he'd had enough. He licked his lips, having a seductive game with his own mouth. "Oooo vanilla. I like vanilla." ______________________ "Don't think I'm not noticing you subtly undressing and groping me. Nothing more than my sweater is coming off in this car." he was a total ninja in getting her clothes off but they were in public and it was already kinda PG-13 in their car. "Hang on. Literally. To me." she leaned back, reaching her good arm out for her bag, relying on him to keep a grip on her so she wouldn't fall. ______________________
He held her in place as leaned forward, keeping her in his lap. "So are you taking the sweater off?" He eyed her intently like a cat. What was she getting? ______________________ She rooted with one hand in her bag and then grabbed something, holding it in her fist as she leaned back up and settled in his lap again, "I dunno, are you taking the sweater off?" she raised a brow. Her lack of clothing was normally something that happened because of him, not her. ______________________ He slipped off a shoulder of that yellow lace once she was settled back in his lap. But more curious was what was in her hand. He poked at her fist. There was the bare skin of what wasn't covered by the skinny white tank top she wore, but he couldn't help but want to have what was in her hand. ______________________ She couldn't resist messing with him when she noticed that half way through baring just one shoulder, he was already ADDing about what was in her hand. When he poked it, she kept her fist closed tight, "Okay.. tell you what.. you can either take the rest of this off..." she dipped her shoulder forward showing the hints of bare skin left to be uncovered, "....OR you can see what's in my hand." ______________________ He quickly caught sight of her warm skin again, tracing his finger in a circular pattern on her shoulder. But it didn't last as he was drawn to her closed hand still. He wiggled a finger into it, trying to pry open her hand. He didn't have to answer for her to know what he'd chosen. She knew he never would have be able step away from wanting something he couldn't even see. ______________________ Her mouth dropped open, "Really? You're giving up on getting me to show skin? For this?" she shook her fist. "I'm insulted..." she teased. She wiggled her shoulders, "Cover it back up first." she just wanted to make it painful for him because it was fun for her. ______________________ Greed made a noise in his throat in protest. Couldn't he have one and the other? "Why can't I have both?" He kissed her naked shoulder. ______________________ She mimicked his whining, "Because it's so much fun to torture you..." she grinned and kissed his cheek. They both knew that he could easily get her out of it. Half the time he didn't ask and just took her clothes off anyway. But while she had the upper hand she was going to use it! ______________________ He kissed her shoulder now, swirling his lips around the same circular pattern he'd followed with his finger. "Are you serious?" There was another juvenile noise coming from inside his throat. He worked to pry her hand open now with both his hands. ______________________ She squirmed and laughed softly, "You're getting slobber all over me.." not that she minded. "And yesss... I am serious." she shook her fist and got it away from his prying hands and put it behind her back and gave him a look as if to ask what he planned on doing now. ______________________ He bit her shoulder softly and covered it up after she teased him with this foreign object she refused to show him. "Alright!" He reached for her hand but she moved every time, keeping it away from him. It only frustrated him more, but it had dragged him out of that super depressed Sin mode. "Give it to me!" He huffed, the two of them wrestling around that backseat in their own match. She was winning, surprisingly. ______________________ She sucked in a short breath when he bit her, "You play dirty..." she grinned as she wriggled around keeping it out of his reach, "Why should I? What do I get out of it?" she moved and half fell off his lap and landed next to him. ______________________ He stretched his arms out, tackling her back eventually so she would stop squirming, but she was a wiggle worm, and he was actually enjoying this. She made him laugh. He let her up, finally feigning exhaustion from struggling with her and flopping back in the seat. His goal was to attack when her defenses were down. ______________________ She laughed at his tackle but she was getting good at evasive maneuvers. When he finally let her up and looked tired, she sat up and narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "You're tired...?" that was something she never thought she'd see. Her hand with the prize moving to sit on her thigh as she watched him. ______________________ "Yeah..." He exhaled a deep breath, pretending to look like he had just finished a marathon. He side eyed her hand and when he'd let a few minutes pass made a lunge for her again. ______________________ It was such an exaggerated performance that she didn't buy it but his lunge still took her by surprise and she squealed. "You big faker!" she squirmed some more and then stilled to look at him, "Are you seriously trying to see what I have or using this as an excuse to feel me up?" ______________________ While most couples were sucking face, here Greed was bouncing on and off his girlfriend over some unknown object in her hand. He paused for a minute, pushing his bangs out of his face. "Am I doing this to feel you up? Absolutely," he made another grab for her hand, "but I also want what's in your hand!" ______________________ She laughed, "Okay okay, I give!" she squirmed and looked at him, "Pucker up first." and she puckered her own lips as if asking for a kiss but was just doing it as an example. ______________________ "What? Why?" It wasn't going to stop him from doing it, he was gullible when it came to her. If it got him whatever it was out of her hand he'd stick his ass out and moon the car parked next to them. It only took a few seconds for him to close his eyes, trying to peek through one squinted eye with his lips out. Did he get a kiss? ______________________ She just bugged her eyes at him in an expectant way and then he did it. She opened her hand and the thing he'd been after was just her chapstick. As he puckered up, she uncapped it and rubbed the vanilla scented balm on his lips. ______________________ As she painted his lips with that buttered wax it felt gooey, but not nearly as soft as frosting, but oh how it lied with the smell. She could batter his lips with it like she would a cake with a spatula. He patted his lip as the balm merged with his mouth into this slightly slippery form. Then he sucked in his lips, running his tongue over them and back out again, the balm coating his tongue. The texture was still weird because he didn't often cake his face with makeup unless he was smearing it off her face with his own. This was different than the gloss she put on when they went out, that was even more potent and his lips could slip right off. This, this was different. He sat there for the longest time just groping his lips with his own tongue. It was no different than peanut butter in a dogs mouth, he kept trying to figure it out. ______________________ She watched him as fascinated by his reaction to the chapstick as he was. She raised her brows, "You don't eat it!" she exclaimed when he turned his lips in and started molesting them. She patted his cheek, "It's just supposed to smell good and keep your lips soft." ______________________ "Why not?" he asked still trying to suck his lips inside when she told him not to. He couldn't help it. "It tastes good." He had a cast iron stomach when it wasn't drunk on love. Even though he'd massaged in the balm his lips did feel a bit softer. He smushed his face into hers rubbing his lips on hers side to side to see if he could feel the difference. ______________________ She blinked really not knowing why not, "You just aren't supposed to.. I don't think it's healthy. And you know what tastes better? Actual food you're supposed to eat." he was such a lovable nut. "Of which we--" her words got muffled as he started kissing her but soon her lashes lowered and while he experimented she just enjoyed his lips. ______________________ "Are they soft?" he asked against her lips, nibbling on them. Now all he could smell was vanilla and cocoanuts and it was like drinking a daiquiri. It even had the buzz, or maybe that was him trying to kiss with a little more than his lips. ______________________ She nodded, "Very.." she mumbled against his lips and her hand went to his bare arm and then slowly traveled up. She leaned back a little, "Your tongue is not." she kissed the side of his mouth, knowing full well he was planning on trying to take this further. ______________________ "I licked it off. Doesn't that work on tongues too?" He tried again but she kept avoiding it. He pulled back, taking the chapstick from her hand and popping the cap before he rubbed the waxy vanilla flavored substance on his tongue. ______________________ "No it doesn't." her eyes went wide, "Ohmygod... what're you doing!?" she swiped the chapstick back too late and looked at it with her mouth open, "I can't believe you just did that..." she gave him a look and laughed a little because it was so absurd, "Okay, so this will be you chapstick from now." ______________________ He stuck his tongue back in his mouth making a disgusted face. Maybe he'd put too much on because now it tasted awful. It was a big ball of wax. He leaned over the front seat for a ball of napkins to wipe it off. ______________________ "And that's why we don't eat it." she said pointedly. She opened the pizza box and pulled her knees to her chest as she munched on the much better tasting pizza slice while he jammed napkins in his mouth. He was so cute. ______________________ Greed was still rubbing wax off his tongue when he got a whiff of pizza. His pizza in her mouth. Once he'd coughed up as much wax as he could off his tongue he slipped in beside her, spreading his legs out against the middle section of the car, expiring closer to her and softly pushing her towards the door with the side wiggle of his butt. He wiggled her right to it where he put his chin on her shoulder. "Is that my pizza in your mouth?" ______________________ She kept scooting till he cornered her and she couldn't help but smile. She gave him an innocent look but it was ruined by her grin as she swallowed the bite in her mouth and then raised the gooey slice to her lips and asked, "What pizza?" her lips parting to take another bite. ______________________ "That pizza. The one you're putting into that fat mouth of yours." He peeled off a piece of pepperoni. It skid down his throat in that greasy slide but it wasn't enough to mask the vanilla flavor. ______________________ She raised her brows, "Fat mouth?" she slapped him lightly with the pizza right on the cheek, chewing on the bite in her mouth and now giggling at the oil smear on his cheek with the cheese sticking to his five o'clock shadow. She held the pizza slice out to him if he wanted to take it. ______________________ It was the first time in a while that he cringed at how that affected his appearance. "Gross..." He whined pulling out another heap of napkins to clean his face. Now he wished he didn't have this shadow of scruff all over his cheek. ______________________ She was curious and as he complained and cleaned his face, she dipped her finger in the sauce and oil of the pizza and trailed the finger down his naked arm, drawing a smeared line. He wasn't the only one who liked conducting experiments. ______________________ "What are you doing?" He squeaked scooting from her and wiping off his arm. She was getting him dirty. Why was she doing that? It at least proved there was a little of himself peeking through, just a little. The bit that liked a well groomed appearance. ______________________ It was seriously the funniest thing because he was acting like a little kid but the opposite of one, complaining about getting dirty. At least he had staved off some of his depression. "Does this mean you wouldn't kiss me if I was dirty?" she asked and then looked at the slice of pizza. ______________________ He may have been an Excess and shovel food as fast as Gluttony, but he wasn't Gluttony. He didn't always play with his food. "Why?" He spoke slowly, side eyeing her up and down. "Are you going to coat yourself in pizza sauce?" He eyed a spot he missed on his arm, taking his finger to lick and wipe off. ______________________ She looked at him with challenge gleaming in her eyes as she narrowed them, "Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe.... why? You wouldn't kiss me if I did?" she balanced the pizza slice in her hand, rocking it back and forth a little. ______________________ "Ew. No. This isn't whipped cream." It was oily. Oil on skin was kind of gross. It was greasy. Greed wasn't a grease monkey. He shoved the air around her, curling up in his corner and waving her off. "You get that shit on my seats you're walking home." ______________________ She cracked up laughing. She didn't find it sexy but she wasn't like most girls that would ruin their makeup and worry about sauce on their face. And since she and Greed started to officially go out, he preferred her without powder or foundation on her face because he liked to see her freckles. "This is amazing... so now any time I don't want you crawling all over me, I just have to smear pizza on my face." she looked at him in the opposite corner when normally he'd be all over her. She nodded and took a big bite of the still in tact pizza, "Good to know, good to know..." ______________________ "I hate you," he huffed. She said it to him all the time. He suddenly felt itchy, dirty and like he really did need to shave. His vain sense of self was coming back and he didn't like this look anymore. He scratched his chin feeling like he was going to have an OCD moment. He threw his napkins at her, crawling over the passenger seat to shuffle around in the glove compartment. Did he have a razor in there? ______________________ She only laughed again when he huffed out his i hate you, she did say it all the time to him but it was really just another way of saying I love you. She wrinkled her nose as he threw the napkins at her and then his butt was in front of her so she cleaned her hand and then smacked it, "What're you doing?" ______________________ He dug around for a bit then went to the middle console. He dug for a few good minutes, glaring over his shoulder when she smacked his butt. "Hey! I'm serious here." He had that determined look on his face. He finally pulled out a bag that was a male toiletry case that had all the grooming products. He was like a woman when it came to looking good.
Next he stuck his nose in the air like a dog looking for a place to take a piss. He had to find a bathroom. "I'll be right back." He kissed her on the cheek before jumping out of the car, smacking the door of the car beside them with a teenage couple sucking face. ______________________ "Oooo so serious you don't even make noises at a butt smack. That is pretty serious." she ate more of the pizza and raised a brow at his little kit. "Are you.. right now?" she asked in disbelief as he pecked her on the cheek and wandered off. "I'm on a date with a slice of pizza.." she muttered with a wrinkle of her nose feeling awkward by herself, at least she could stretch her legs out. ______________________ He was gone for at least half an hour, shaving and primping himself. His mind was so focused on himself that he'd forgotten he had left Zoe completely alone. It was lucky for them both that the person who passed by their car was not any threat to Zoe or Greed.
The boy ran into it the side of the convertible dropped his coke. These days Jared spent less and less time around his sister's apartment. He'd hit a stumbling block that he was trying to pull himself out of. He'd read on a website one of the best ways to build self confidence was to be random. Go out and mingle. He'd never been very good at making friends outside of the bubble he'd formed around himself in high school. He kept wanting to go back to the old days. There was even a bag of weed in his pocket but he hadn't cracked yet. The only friend he really had was his pretty boss lady and that was grounds for firing if he pursued that.
This wasn't exactly the best place but it was out in open air. He'd walked right into that car because he'd been too busy looking at the screen instead of walking. The coke slid down the pretty red paint. Sugar and paint were not the best of friends. He tried to wipe it with his hoodie sleeve when he noticed there was someone in the backseat. "Shit..." He said backing away slowly with his hands up. "It was an accident." He looked around the car expecting some big burly guy to come out flying with fists. He was about to take off in a run. ______________________ After a few minutes of Greed being gone, Zoe finally turned her attention to the movie. A classic horror. Of course. She tried to ignore it but the screen was huge and she was all alone in the back of this car with no roof at night. She shrank into a corner as she watched with just her eyes peeking out over her knees when the guy bumped into the car. She let out a short shriek and then at his voice, her head popped up and she looked at him with wide brown eyes as if she was expecting him to be a psycho killer. ______________________ "Sorry," he said keeping his hands in the air. That's when he got a scope of that car. Jesus. That was one pricey bitch. "I don't have any insurance..so I can't pay for a new paint job." He tried to quickly scrub it again. ______________________ "What?" then she finally noticed the mess when he got closer to her again to try to clean it. She leaned out of the car from the side a little, her hair falling around her face as she looked, "Ohhhh.. it's not that bad, is it?" she grabbed the bunch of napkins from earlier and tried to wipe at it with him. ______________________ One of the napkins fell to the ground, he picked it up and handed it back. He took off his hoodie to wipe the last bit. "It should be fine now." As long as they got it off before it set and dried. When Jared peeked into the car he realized she was alone.
"You by yourself?" ______________________ She took the napkin and rubbed the car some more until he seemed convinced it was okay. It was probably stupid to admit but the guy seemed harmless and they were in a crowded lot. She looked behind her and sighed with a slight roll of her eyes, "For the moment, yeah." since her boyfriend ditched her to go stare at his own reflection. ______________________ "Me too," he rubbed the side of his eyebrow. He'd tried to smile but he wasn't really good at being sociable. "It's a good movie. Have you seen it before?" He pointed to the screen where the camera traveled between the strange corridors of the hotel.
Greed had finally primped himself enough with a smooth face. He was walking back to the car when he had to do a double take. Who the fuck was that and why were they talking to his girlfriend? He got no immortal vibe off them but it didn't matter. ______________________ Zoe had her knees bent, shins on the backseat as she stood and came up to Jared's height with her position like that. She let out a sheepish laugh and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Um... only with my eyes closed. I'm not too great with horror movies." ______________________ She was flirting? Greed chewed on his bottom lip, approaching slowly though he could ram at him like a bull. He was appalled that he was witnessing this. He had left her alone but that wasn't the point.
"This one is a classic though." Jared told her. "I think I've seen it about five times and it still gets me." ______________________ She wrinkled her nose, "Five times and it still gets you? Yeah, the only reason I'd see a horror movie five times is so I can peek a bit more of the screen each time and then maaaaybe at the end of the fifth viewing I'd have seen enough parts here and there to equal the whole film." she was joking. Sort of. She was seriously bad with horror movies. ______________________ "Yeah, I was a kid when I saw it the first time." Jared chatted a little bit as Greed slipped to the passenger side door opened it and slammed it shut. He cut his eyes over to this kid that he could throw through the screen. Jared backed up a bit at the sight of this big blonde guy who looked like a footballer. ______________________ Zoe jumped a mile when the door slammed shut. She put a hand to her chest and let out a breath as she saw it was Greed, "Christ, you scared the crap outta me.." at the guy backing up she just smiled to show him it was okay, "This is my boyfriend, Chance. And this is..." she looked from Greed to the guy, "Sorry, I didn't catch your name." ______________________ "Jared," he slipped his hoodie back on, slipping his hands in the pockets. Greed hopped into the backseat. He was creating an invisible forcefield with the glare he was emitting towards this new human kid. Jared kicked the cup under the car, the ice rolling out in the dirt.
Greed got comfortable, slipping his arm across the seat. "Are you done?" He waved him off. ______________________ Zoe stayed on her knees and smiled at Jared, "I'm Zoe." she threw a look at Greed since he was jostling the car and trying to develop laser vision to cut through the guy but he was harmless. She turned her attention back to Jared but before she could say anything Greed was already being a dick to him, she looked over her shoulder at her boyfriend and gave him a look, "Do you have to be rude?" after all he was gone forever and Jared had been nice enough to chat with her. ______________________ Greed was quick to pull her back with his hands on his on her waist. She was still talking to this new person, not even paying him any mind. He made a thumbs up at the question. Of course he had to be rude, his girlfriend was flirting with a stranger. "So you have a name now." Greed was even more overly defensive right now because he was reading too much into something small. "Are you done flirting?" ______________________ "Oof!" she said in surprise when he yanked her backwards to him. She looked annoyed as she turned her face up to look at his, "No, I don't have a number yet." she said in the most sarcastic tone possible. She was so not flirting, he was such a rude brute. ______________________ Jared took a few more steps back. He didn't need to get into this..his back hit the car next to them, jostling him and he shrugged off. "Well, gonna get back to the movie," the weed in his pocket slipped out when he tried to make his escape. Greed kicked his foot against the other door. "So what's stopping you?" He gave her a cold stare. ______________________ Unfortunately Zoe barely heard what Jared said as she narrowed her eyes at Greed, "Your lumberjack arms!" she said sharply. She was kinda hooked onto him by his arms. Not that she had any interest in any other man except him but he was being a jerk right now. ______________________ Jared took the argument as a means to slip away without another word. Greed kept pushing buttons. "I leave you alone for a second and you hit on some other guy?" He hadn't even run into Envy and his jealousy was coming off in waves. It had started with Sloth, now her. His moods were flipping back into danger zone. ______________________ She was so offended, she visibly stiffenened, "A second? You ditched me over half n hour!" and she couldn't believe he was serious about this flirting thing. She could say 'excuse me' to someone on the street and Greed would take it as a marriage proposal. ______________________ "So it was half an hour. What did scruff boy do in half an hour?" He rubbed his now clean shaven chin, which worked better with the longer blonde locks. He was second guessing that now. He wasn't comfortable in any way these days because of this dark cloud hanging over his head. He was walking a thin line again and this was making him feel worse. ______________________ She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a look of disbelief. "He proposed, we got married, and secretly had two kids." she was really annoyed he had ditched her only to come back and act like this when she had to deal with girls drooling all over him in front of her all the time. ______________________ His facial expression didn't change. It was stiff compared to his usual grin. She hadn't even said about his appearance. He tightened his jaw, crossing his own arms defensively. "He had hair on his face." He quirked a informative brow and looked off like a child scolded. He knew he was wrong but he still would point fingers. He wasn't rational at all when he was like this. Usually he was the one telling her how childish she was. ______________________ "So there was hair on his face." she said using the tone he had earlier, "Maybe he left to go shave it off." since thats what Greed had done which is why Jared spoke to her in the first place. Since she was free from his grip, she scooted to the other side of the backseat, in her own corner. ______________________ He didn't like her tone. Not one bit. "I know that's your thing now. Your lace and I just cut it all off." He wasn't sure why he was so riled or suggesting she made Goo-Goo eyes at someone else for their face. Zoe wasn't shallow but he was. It was that fucking hateful side. It was kicking up the dust again. Before she could say another word he just grabbed her. Holding her tight because the darkness wanted him and he didn't want it. ______________________ She instinctively struggled when he grabbed her but at his grip she relaxed a little taking a deep breath trying to remember how he was a crazy person sometimes. She turned her head, her nose against his cheek, "It's my lace on you, you goober." She smacked him lightly with her hand. She didn't go nuts over scruff on every random guy, she just liked it on him. ______________________ Greed held on her a little longer, his cheek pressed against her back. He wasn't going to apologize for his behavior. "I hate this." It was like everything creeping in and it was hard to breathe..it was being more human and it was awful sometimes. ______________________ She sighed, concerned for him, "Hate what?" she asked softly and put her hand over his showing she wasn't going anywhere. They fought, they had stupid arguments.. but all couples did. ______________________ "Me. I'm a mess." It hurt inside this build up which was what his Sin tried to avoid. So much time alone with her made him a little batshit when he wasn't okay. She was a tough girl to whip him into shape when he got weird. One day he would wear her down. ______________________ She wriggled so she could turn in his arms and put her own around his neck loosely. She touched her nose to his to look right in his eyes, "Yeah, but you're my mess." she wasn't gonna dump him just because he did assholish things now and then. As much as he hated to admit it, he was a good portion human and this ickyness came with the territory.