Zoe (history_repeats) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-12-08 12:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | greed, zoe hansen |
WHO: Greed & Zoe
WHEN: November 25 [Backdated]
WHERE: Greed's apartment
WHAT: Heating things up
WARNING: Vomit
Zoe had forgotten her jammie bottoms so ended up sleeping in Greed's blue plaid shirt when he took it off, after promising she would only wear it while she was at his place. She liked sleeping in his shirts with her undies on, it was like a nightie. It was the first time she was sleeping in his bed in almost two months. It felt natural and weird all at the same time. He was in his boxers but otherwise naked. She still didn't want to talk, just spent time running her fingers slowly down his bicep, over his arm and back up again, over and over until she finally fell asleep.
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Having her in his bed with her feathery touches put him to sleep before her. It had been too long since he was able to lay on her like a big fat cat. When the sounds of cars passing by on the street below did he wake up with s big yawn and stretch. Zoe was still asleep. He peeked over as the sunlight crept through the curtains. He rolled on his side, sliding his finger down the slope of her nose and poking the tip of that button on the end. "Wakie, wakie..."
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She made a noise when he poked her and then snuggled further into the covers, till they went up to her chin, "No.. ima baufjn.." the rest of the words gibberish as she fell asleep again. She normally liked morning time with him because he had a five o'clock shadow and she could kiss him with scruff for a few minutes before he'd shave it all off.
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"You're a what?" Greed giggled pulling the cover down from her chin. "Are you still sleepy?" He cuddled under the cover, gluing himself to her. "You're stealing all the covers."
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Her hair was a mess around her and she looked at him with sleepy eyes, "Mmhmm..." her eyes fell closed again as he snuggled her, "I'm not... just borrowing them."
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"No you're stealing them. We know what happens when someone steals from me..." He pulled the cover up over their heads, his hands playing a happy trail up her legs, tangling his own between them. She was groggy but awake enough for him to suck face for a little while.
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Her legs stretched when he started fondling them and she put her arms around him, kissing him sleepily, "You make out with them?" laughter coated her voice, "Doesn't that get awkward for the thieves?" her mind wasn't fully awake, so all the normal thoughts that drove her insane and threw those walls up wasn't functioning. Her kisses were going on body instinct at the moment.
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"For the pretty ones, yeah. It's hot make-out session with Greed." He knew her mind was mushy, heated kisses only made it melt a little more. He'd given her snuggles and cuddles for the night, but this morning she needed to face things. She wasn't going to know his reaction until they explored it. He wasn't angry, she needed to see that. His kisses were playful at first, as were his hands which stayed on the tame route. He carefully spun this a little more heated. For one that shirt needed to come off.
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She couldn't even think of a comeback, his kisses were melting her brain. She wasn't panicking with his hands on her because it felt good, it felt familiar. And she put her hand on the side of his neck as her eyes stayed closed and she lazily made out with him with an mmmm sound.
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He started with the buttons of the shirt, one by one popping them loose from the hole until she was just simply flashing him with skin. That glorious golden skin. But he wasn't so quick to put his tongue in her mouth yet which would send him into an oblivion. He just pressed her against him where he was warmed by the heat of her body with slow and deliberate kisses. Just enough to get her going out of her sleepy haze, but still too melted to him to push him away.
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She gasped in his mouth when she felt her naked skin touch his. She hadn't even realized that he'd taken her shirt off! She thought about resisting but she loved the feel of his skin on hers, it was so simple but so.. intimate. And the longer she held off on pushing him away, the faster her skin warmed to his and it was just impossible to pull away and then there was his mouth and the feel of scruff against her nose any time the angle of the kiss changed.
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He gave her little tastes, little touches that would leave her wanting more. He was seducing her carefully this time, setting up the mood and making it impossible for her to clam up. He wasn't going to let this burn up as fast as it started, because everything as small as it was put him on the right roller coaster ride. She'd shown him the build up was just as good as the fall, so he clung to that. It drove him crazy, but it was working here to his advantage. His fingers rode that soft pattern up her back, connecting the dots of her freckles from memory. He knew where each one was and was sometimes surprised with ones he didn't know were there as if they developed overnight. It was a map of stars on her back that he was connecting with each little graze of his finger.
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She wasn't one of his floozies or even his sister that what she was interested in was his body or his dick. She loved sex with him but what got her going wasn't the act like the other girls were after, it was him. Kissing him and feeling his love and the emotions, it was something that set her on top of a cloud. His touch was so soft and caring, a million miles from frantic or demanding and her arms lay on his shoulders as she shivered in his kisses.
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He could feel the difference. How she responded when he was careful. When he treated her like a treasure and not an object. It reminded him of all the things she really wanted from him which was never his body. It was more, it was all of him on the inside. The parts no one else wanted.
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He'd been rough with her before and she could handle it when he bruised her because of passion or gripped tightly because she could feel his need and desire for her or even hoisted her up or was a little forceful to get her to listen. But at the con, it was like he was smacking a slot machine, mad that he didn't get a pay out. She responded only when he treated her like the woman he loved, not just some hole.
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He was brilliant at getting something he wanted, but what he wa learning was that so little for Zoe gave him the biggest payoff. And right now it had nothing to do with sexing her up, it was just treating her as the important thing she was for him. Maybe in some distant future he'd have that again when something happened to her, but she had given him something no one else ever did, and it was just letting him be who he really was. His kiss traveled to her shoulder, his fingers just as delicate. She wouldn't break, but sometimes he didn't want to bruise her.
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Her smooth leg rubbed along the side of his and she felt like she was dreaming. A beautiful dream being in Greed's big bed with him, half naked, tangled. It was like it used to be, before Poseidon, before the Con. Her arms around his neck held him closer as he kissed her shoulder, she turned her head and tenderly kissed his frog tattoo. Sin, boy, man, immortal, she loved every part of him, even the ones that she was scared of.
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Every time she kissed that tattoo it set loose that cage of butterflies again running in a million directions. He laid there for a minute just holding her with his cheek nuzzled against her skin, fingertips going up and down her arm in a circular pattern. "I'm sorry," he whispered with kiss to her shoulder. She needed to know that and that he meant it.
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She closed her eyes at his apology. It was rare he said the words and they comforted her but only a little. She didn't pull away, just stayed with her arms around him and his on her and whispered, "Show me..." his words before were gold but now they were as useless as copper. His actions were what proved he meant it.
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He kissed a tender spot on her neck, just softly sucking the skin and enjoying the fact she was in his arms. He still wasn't forcing the moment on her, but savoring it for himself. He wanted that closeness she was offering and not gung ho to get her engines revved. Whatever he ess doing was working.
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Him being soft and sweet was always a big turn on for her. He was taking his time, he wasn't forcing her, he was making sure she didn't slide back, and he was focusing on her. She was so going to have a hickey on her neck. Her hand went to the back of his head, running her fingers up through the short hairs there before she just had to kiss him. That's right, she kissed him this time, her lips seeking his out.
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She made a chill shoot from the neck down, all the way down to his feet. When their lips collided he swore he heard bells in his ears, or it could have just been his crazy heart beat. He moved on top of her, settling comfortably. She was guiding him a little in this kiss, and he was ok letting her--because she wanted to.
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Her hand went down his back now and she loved the feel of his weight on her. When he showed her he was sorry, that he was going to do everything possible to not do it again, that he loved her, cherished her, that he knew how badly he behaved and he would make it up to her.. then he got rewarded because those sweet acts, simple things like just making her feel loved were what got her to lower her guard. Because while she had difficulty trusting his words, his body couldn't lie to her as easily.
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It took very little to get him turned on and she knew that, so all the any little motions she made had a reaction. He knew here they couldn't let this progress, but his body always said a different story. She was receptive now in a ways she hadn't been a while. He moved his arms to rest under her arms, his hands on either side of her head where he let his fingers dive into that silky mane. His kisses couldn't help but progress to more hungry.
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Zoe wasn't even thinking of the fact they couldn't. It was nice to not be sex police for once and she just wanted to enjoy this. Kissing her boyfriend, the way he used to be. She made a small noise when his kisses got hungrier and didn't stop him, if anything, her own kisses matched his need.
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His breath broke against her mouth in a shudder. There was a squeak when he tried to say her name, she was surprising him in the best way, not rejecting him. The more they dived in the less control he would actually have. He wiggled a little, his hips shifting hoping she would use those long legs.
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His hip wiggle nudged her thighs and she knew exactly what he wanted with her legs. She was always surprised and amazed about how much he liked being between them, and having them around him. She bent her legs at the knees, sliding up his body until they wrapped around his waist. Her nose nuzzled his, looking for another kiss, he could breathe later.
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He was devoured in her mouth, giving back the kisses she sought. Once her legs were where they were supposed to be he continued this session until his body started to fail them when it warmed against her.
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Normally she was hyper aware and would stop it but she didn't stop kissing him, her legs squeezing him lovingly closer. She hadn't felt this loved in awhile, and unfortunately wasn't paying attention to what it was about to do to him.
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He thought she would push him off, squirm and tell him they needed to stop but she didn't. The tighter she squeezed in him the more he wanted. He slid his arms out from under her and gravitating towards her butt to press her even tighter against him. But he couldn't lay still, Greed moved and grinded softly against her as they played with each other's mouths. He got her in the zone and now his body was just naturally responding to her attentions. Breathing was definitely not important right now.
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It was kinda funny since they both had underwear on so they really couldn't do much but when he squeezed her butt to make her come closer, she definetely felt his... desire. When he moved against her as if they could actually do something and his temperature spiked, her eyes opened, the spell about to break with her looking at him with borderline panicked concern, trying to disengage this before he exploded.
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He wanted her for sure. But he hadn't even struck his tongue in her mouth, thinking that alone would have made her freak faster. This was slow, and just a little motion to make himself heat up so she would see that he wasn't going to go hulk our on her. Otherwise the next time they got in this situation, and he got frustrated she would think the world was ending. She wasn't going to run from him. She was going to enjoy the moment a little longer before she really had a reason to worry. With a kiss he silenced her before she could speak, melting her brain and hoping she followed his lead. He held on, his pulse and everything climbing up to a hot temperature.
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Her protests got knocked back with his kiss and for a second she started falling back in the moment but he was turning into fire on top of her. She squirmed to get him off but he was holding on pretty tight. She couldn't even get her mouth free to yell at him. What was he doing!? Was he crazy?? He was going to explode at this rate!
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He was sending his body into overdrive with feelings and emotions and all that shit that always knocked him out. This time his chest felt tight like he had indigestion. Eventually he wouldn't be anything but a melted pile of goo, and that was good. Then he could prove to her that not every time was going to end up like that time.
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This was the hottest she'd felt him in a while, "Chance!" she whined against his mouth, not knowing if he realized what he doing. Her legs dropped from him and she didn't want him to get sick. But more than that... she didn't want to suffer the rejection and abuse he'd heaped on her last time.
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His heartbeat was so rapid that by the time she pushed him away he was already lethargic, her voice the only thing rung like a bell into his ears to snap him back, but even then he was losing energy as fast as he'd burned it.
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She was scared but she was more scared about him dying to focus on the repercussions of this. "Chance?" she said his name a few times, her mouth was open, panic in her eyes as she sat up and then leaned her head down to look at him, not knowing what to do. He didn't normally take it this far.
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He probably could have let her continue to worry, laying there laughing in his head but that could end in a real tragedy. He was flopped on his back halfway in her lap and the other half all over the queen sized bed. He looked up at her panic-ridden eyes trying not to laugh, but a small smile crept on the corners of his mouth anyway.
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She held the sheet to her naked chest, her hair hanging around her face as she looked at him with such worry... then saw the little smile on his lips, "Ugh, Chance!" she hit his cheek and shoved at him with her one free hand to get him off her lap, "What the hell is wrong with you!?" she was so mad, she kinda forgot to be scared of his reaction.
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He was still a revving engine that needed to power down. A locomotive that kept going but had no more track to run on, so he just sailed right over the cliff and fell into the darkness. Now he was blindly padding the air around him to feel something and prove he hadn't just killed over. He patted what he thought was her arm but instead he was just squishing her face. "I think I overdid it."
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She made a face and smacked his hand away, "Ya think!?" she sighed in exasperation and then kinda scooted away from him, knees going to her chest under the sheet as she eyed him warily. She put some hair behind her ear, "Are you... okay..? Do you need anything?" she didn't trust him at all right now but she still loved the idiot and wanted him to be okay.
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He patted blindly this time grabbing a boob. "Heart's still racing..." he kind of felt like an old man who was about to have a heart attack. But one think he wasn't was a raging lunatic on steroids. He was just trying to breathe.
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She gave him a look not that he could see and smacked his hand off her boob. "Ugh, serves you right.." he wasn't rejecting her... so that was a plus but last time he hadn't tried to hurt her until he stopped being sick. So she still didn't trust him. She eyed him again and then grabbed his discarded plaid shirt he took off her and slipped it back on to cover up. Her anxiety was starting to spike.
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He flopped his hand back to his chest, peeking at her through one squinted eye. He was going to hurl. For a moment he laid there trying to urge his body to sit up, but all he could move was his legs.
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She made a face, "Chance...?" okay he hadn't even been this sick the first time they'd kissed and that was pretty sick. "Are you... ohmygod.." she reached over the side of the bed and grabbed what was probably a really expensive wastebasket and shoved it at him, he could ralph in that.
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He finally got himself in an upright position, grabbing the wastebasket ready to spill whatever came up. Instead he had a few rounds of dry heaving.
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She watched him with a wince and he just seemed so pathetic right now... she moved on her knees closer to him and rubbed his back so he could get it out if he needed to. It was never a great feeling when his body rejected her like this but it was something she was more used to.
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He usually ran off to handle his stomach on his own. Lust found it disgusting. I'd he'd even been ten feet from her heaving he would be out in the cold. So, when Zoe soothed him with her hands up and down his back the first reaction was to flinch. When she kept it up as another heaving spell waged over him, veins popping on his neck he was glad she was there and he settled after a while.
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She'd been sick before, she knew sometimes it was a bitch just to get to the bathroom, its why she gave him the basket. Her hand flew back off him when he flinched but he seemed so sick.. so she gently kept rubbing his back until he calmed down a little, "I'll get you some water.." she said as she moved next to him to get off the bed. Normally he pushed her away or wouldn't let her near him when he got sick.. so this was a surprise.
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There was still beads if sweat tracing his face and grouping down his back, but the build of stomach acid had settled down. As soon as he laid back onto the mattress, relieved, his stomach churned and he bolted right back up. This time there was no false alarm as he dropped everything in his stomach.
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She walked back in right in time to see him puke up an avalanche. She set the water down on the nightstand and quickly went over him, rubbing his back, "Okay... it's okay.." she kept her hand resting on his curved back, not letting him up right away, he was going to finish and get everything out first. Or well at least wait to see if another wave hit him.
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He shivered whining when she wouldn't let him back up. He'd intended to feel shitty after making out but not this. He usually got sick after deadzones. After a few false heaves he wasn't done. There was still some in him, but at least he'd made it all the way in the wastebasket this time. He whined again because he was ruining his floor.
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When he seemed mostly done, she took the wastebasket and set it to the side, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him. "Its okay.." she kept repeating in a soothing voice. She used the sleeve of his plaid shirt she was wearing to wipe his mouth and face, "We'll wash it." so he wouldn't freak out. She held the water out to him so he could rinse out his mouth. Might as well spit in the wastebasket, that thing was totally getting thrown out.
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He gripped because everything he touched right now was completely ruined. That was so not in the plan. "I paid 250 for that shirt..." he felt like he was near tears over it, and he felt his head spin like a top. He'd gotten himself into a mess just trying to prove a point. The water was at least useful so he didn't feel acid down the back of his throat. He drank slowly though because it might just make it's way back up if he didn't.
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"You have a job now, you can afford another one..." She wiped his mouth again after he had the water. She put her arm around his waist slowy, "Okay, when you feel ready.. we'll stand and get you in the tub, okay? Cause ya kinda got puke on you."
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"I do?" he looked down putting out an absolutely ridiculous pout. "This is so not attractive..." He felt gross, about as gross as Lust would treat him---as if he were a leper. It took a few minutes before he crawled off the end of his bed and onto shaky ground towards the bathroom. He could just stand in the shower, fuck the tub and rinse off all the gross. He felt like he was grossed out by himself. "This was not what was supposed to happen."
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"No, it's not..." puke was not a turn on. She helped him to the shower like she'd done before and even though he had puke on him, she still stayed with him. She helped him lean in his mood shower and adjusted the water so it was a nice temperature to cool him off, "Really? What did you think would happen? That Jonah stowed away in my backpack?" she had no idea what had gotten into him but her voice was soft even as she scolded him, getting wet herself as she washed at his neck and chest with handfuls of water, getting the vomit off him.
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"I don't like not being attractive...." though he'd done a lot worse than puke to be unattractive to her before....like his stint at the con. He still whined like a big baby. "I thought you'd compacted him to fit in your pocket." He joked but the laugh ended pretty quickly, just sticking his head under the water. He was a mess and she was cleaning him up? "Why are you still here?" It sounded like a stab but the tone was completely confused. Did she remember when he lied to Lust about being sick before? How fast she'd hung up on him. In person he would have been left to clean up himself. The fact that she was trying to take care of him it was screwed up, but he was glad she was there.
The water shot up his nostril as tilted his head upward causing him to gag a little, but there was nothing left in his stomach to come up. "Didn't think you wanted to spend your day washing vomit off me."
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She squirted some body wash in her hand to rub on his chest and soap him up, the smell of puke was still there so this would help. "This is still more attractive than when you're vicious." she said quietly and focused on cleaning him up. She looked wounded when he asked her. Great, he was going to be his normal asshole self to her after his sexcapade from hell. "Yeah, well, my book club got cancelled." she said sarcastically, her tone severely irritated as she kept her eyes on his chest and scrubbed him.
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"I was trying to show you I wasn't going to be." So yes, he'd done this all on purpose to prove a point. Bodily fluids like this were not welcomed. He'd had a girl throw up on him once during sex and that was the most disgusting thing ever. Not as disgusting as his mind wanted to feel about love, but his body was trying---it was just on shaky ground.
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She paused, the water making the lower half of her hair wet along with his shirt. She frowned, he made himself sick to try to show her he wasn't going to be that mean guy anymore when this happened? She didn't know what to make of that, she wiped her hands over his cheek where he had some puke before so it'd smell nice, "I guess we wait and see..." she said quietly. Because it had just happened, before, he blew up on her a little later. And right now he sounded irritated and his shirt was ruined and his floor and he was sick and everything. It was easy to tell though, she fully expected him to be a dick to her later.
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Only time would tell, something he wasn't very good at giving when she needed to breathe. He'd even given in to buying the biggest bottle of coconut body wash so he could smell her on him when she wasn't there. That was a damn long few months, she had to understand. He wanted as much of her there with him as could possibly be without breaking himself in through her window and crawling into bed with her.
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She was kinda miserable because now they just had to wait and she was pretty sure this was going to blow up in their faces. She frowned as she washed off the soap on him and got on her tiptoes to sniff him then grabbed the bodywash bottle she just used, "Is this my bodywash?" she asked totally bewildered. Technically it wasn't hers, it was a brand that thousands of people used and he was within his rights to buy it of course but she was just surprised.
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"You don't own it!" That bottom lip stumbled out, fat enough for something to sit right down comfortably. He loved that smell. It was just her. And if he couldn't have her than he'd opted for as many things possible to become her. It was a compliment. "What are coconuts too fruity for me? Is that not sexy?"
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She gave him a look and turned the water off, reaching for a towel, "No.. I like coconuts. You know this. I just didn't know you liked the bodywash so much you started using it." he'd have to take his boxers off since they were soaked but she hoped he did it on his own.
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"I know you like coconuts. I like to smell you. I wanted to smell you when you weren't here." Wasn't it pretty fucking obvious? She was oblivious when she wanted to be and sometimes he really hated it.
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She had the towel open and then her mouth dropped open and she stared at him. He used her bodywash because he missed the way she smelled? It was so insane.. and sweet. Which was exactly what he was. "Oh." was all she manged to get out, she never knew how to take a compliment like that from him when things were rocky between them.
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"Well don't just stare at me like that!" he was feeling a little better now that he didn't smell like gross bile from the inner workings of his insides. He rolled his hand in the air as if to push her to say something more than the giant gaping 'o' shape of her mouth.
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She immediately frowned and looked cross, shoving the towel at him, he could dry himself off, the big jerk. She had to find some new non-puky clothes to wear anyway, tho she was shivering a little now the water was off and she was half wet. But she could take care of herself.
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So he'd turned a little grumpy now....fuck. He wiped off with the towel, waddling out of the shower almost slipping on the wet tile as he marched out after her. "Why is it every time I give you a compliment you stare at me like I just grew unicorns out my ass?" That's all he wanted to know. He gave her a compliment by lathering himself with her scent and that's what he got was a dumbfounded look? He'd also just thrown up god knows what was in his system. Probably a kidney and a liver. Couldn't she appreciate that?
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She didn't know how to answer him, just walked over to his throw up and wrinkled her nose, "We have to clean this up.." she didn't have a problem cleaning him up but this was just gross and would be a team effort. She turned to him, kinda upset and not looking at him, "I don't know.. what difference does it make?" she left him there wandering to the kitchen for a trash bag.
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She was really getting testy over this wasn't she? Over coconuts? "You're ignoring things like you are so good at doing?" She couldn't just keep slapping bandaids over it and keep hiding from what might or might not happen. "It makes a difference!"
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She came back with the garbage bag and stepped around the throw up and the waste basket full of puke and handed him the bag, she cleaned him up, he could clean up his puke. "I don't wanna talk about it." she said in a stubborn voice. She was stressing out over if he might or might not try to hurt her and she didn't want to have this conversation about compliments.
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He held the bag confused. He hadn't even stepped around to see the mess he'd made, the smell alone was horrible. That came out of him? Couldn't he just drag the toilet out from the bathroom and try to flush it away? Or a water hose! He could power wash it out the window. Someone else could deal with it.
Now he had the giant 'o' face. "Are you leaving?" he sounded really pathetic like it was going to drag her back here to help him. He didn't want to deal with it.
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She looked hurt at his question, "Should I?" did he want her to go? She was half wet with puke and he wanted her to go because he barfed his guts out? At least he was dropping the whole compliments thing.
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"No!" the bag was limp in his hand as he dragged it behind him like a blanket. He wanted her to help him. She went from soothing little girlfriend to angry because he had complimented her about her nice smelling body stuff? "I don't want to do this by myself...." he was a pouty little kid. He'd cry if she refused. Tears worked sometimes.
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She looked mad and smacked him on the chest and arm a couple of times, "Argh!!" He wanted her to stay so she could play maid!? She scrunched up her lips and stormed over to her backpack to get some fresh clothes, "I cleaned you up, you can clean it up."
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"But....it's gross." He winced wondering where that pack of clothespins were so he could stop his nose. Maybe if he poured the cocoanuts over it it would help the smell? Or if he drank it then he'd taste it and it would flow into his nasal passage. "This is gonna take me hours...." for one he was still walking around it with waving the towel in the air. When he accidentally dropped it he made another distorted face. Now he had ruined a 100 dollar towel that was one piece to an expensive set. He'd have to buy a whole new set just to make it complete again.
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"It's your own vomit, you big baby." she put her clothes in the bathroom and then came back out and said, "Get some paper towels and cleaning detergent from under the kitchen sink. Scrub, toss in the garbage bag with the wastebasket, throw it all in the dumpster." and then she slammed the bathroom door shut so she could have a shower in peace. Stupid boyfriend.
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Cleaning detergent....he started towards the kitchen tripping over the bag and then stopped. "Which one?" There were a million. He ended up dragging out at least ten different substances, reading the labels until his head went dizzy. He had an armful of paper towels but he didn't want to dump something on his floor that was going to ruin it. He tried the dish detergent first and that just made a bigger mess. Then he tried window cleaner but all it did was spritz the air. He was still going through different detergents and soaps when she came back out of the shower, and he'd not even mopped up the mess yet.
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She came out in fresh clothes and stopped short of seeing him in a bigger mess. Her head fell in her hands and she shook it before sighing and walking over to him, "I hate you so much..." but she didn't. Even seeing him now, helpless in vomit and cleaning supplies, all she wanted to do was love him. She ripped off two paper towels and handed them to him, picked up the right cleaner and put it on the vomit and then gestured at him to clean it up. She was not going to do it for him, but she would be his partner and help him.
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He was gagging and poking at it for a while, throwing wads of paper into the basket. It was an hour before he'd gotten it all up, but he'd done it. He carried the bag out towards the dumpster still in his boxers, an eyeful for the neighbors with the bag held away from him the entire time. Once it ess fine he made a running dash back to the apartment. Now he was cold.
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She wasn't in the bedroom, she was in the entertainment room flipping through his netflix while curled up under a blanket with pillows behind her. She was cursing him out in her mind but when she heard him come back in, she yelled, "Take those wet things off you moron!" he was going to catch a cold and then she'd get stuck taking care ofhim. Big jerk baby..
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He did change into a white t-shirt and a pair of fresh boxers and flannel pants. He jumped on the furniture feeling better now that he wasn't cleaning up vomit. He pulled one of the pillows out from behind her. "Are you going to tell me why your mad at me for coconut wash?"
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She yanked the pillow back and put her grumpy face on it, "I'm not. It's a free country." she didn't want to look at him and kept flipping through the choices.
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He grabbed her blanket still cold as he wiggled under it. That brisk walk outside in wet boxers had sent an army of chill bumps down every buy of skin. He wanted to warm up and get her talking.
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She squealed in protest, "Your feet are freezing!" as he tried to squish in with her under the blanket. She shoved at his chest to make him back up.
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He didn't stop squirming until her was snuggled with her with the blanket as their fort. It was the only way he was going to get warm and force her to deal with this instead of ignoring him.
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She struggled against him to try to keep him from force snuggling her but finally just went ugh and gave in. She flopped her head on the pillow and stared at the tv, now more grumpy and squished with him. She wasn't trying to make him mad, but she was so focused on the fact he would get mad that she was irritated and agitated already.
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He popped her in the nose with his hand. "Do I have to tickle you to make you talk?" He hated this bullshit. She was doing this to herself.
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She smacked his hand, "Just leave me alone." she put her head back on the pillow, "You can't just go, hey I decided today I'm not going to be cruel to you so you should immediately be happy about it. That's not how it works. You see you as now and I see you from the last time." she turned to look at him, "You scared me. And not in a I was worried about you or us way. I was afraid of you, Chance. I've never been afraid of you...." he was the big bad scary sin that was a killer and she'd never felt scared with him and now things were all messed up.
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"I just threw up my insides in front of you. What else do you want me to do? You're overthinking in that melon of yours." He thumped her on the forehead. He didn't deal with things by thinking too hard. She was overdoing it.
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She smacked his hand again, "And that's supposed to make me less scared of you?" she was frustrated and upset, "You know why I act like that when you give me a compliment? Cause there is such hate when you look at me sometimes that when you say something like that it's like oh wait, he loves me?" she shook her head, "I can handle your anger. It's part of you. The fights, the yelling, the sarcastic attitude, but your hate..." she trailed off.
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There has been a lot of hate, but there were things he was learning since. Things he'd experienced that had been hidden from him. The explosion of anger and hate had released a lot of the intensity that had built up over time. "There's some things I didn't understand then that I do now..." He hated that it had happened, he could have done some real irreversible damage, but it had to come out or he would have not come back at all. "It needed to come out Zoe. We'd be in worse shape than this. It's different now. It was a release."
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She looked like a kicked puppy as she turned her face to look at him. She wanted to believe him but she didn't. "What do you understand now that you didn't then?"
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"Because I got something that only part of me had. Now I've had a taste. It released a lot of tension. So did the sex..." Greed kissed her cheek.
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She smiled a little and slapped his cheek lightly but she stayed curled up in her corner even though he was snuggling her so it wasn't like they were apart, "There's no way of knowing if you're going to turn into a brute unless it happens.." she sighed and looked at him, "C'mere..." she scratched at his scruffy cheek, wanting to look in his eyes. She used to be able to tell when he was fake or lying, and lately she felt like she didn't even know him but she wanted to see what was there now.
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"What?" He hummed with a smile, giving her that shiny view of his crystal blue eyes. He wanted her to see him again. "You keep being a brat I'm not gonna do anything for your birthday." He kissed the tip of her nose.
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She gave him a look and said in a dull voice, "Oh no. How sad. I won't get to camp out in front of Best Buy with you." there was no way he was passing up all these sales. She ran her thumb over his cheek, looking in those baby blues, wanting to find the man she was in love with again.
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"Oh we're still camping out. There's a flat screen tv I've had my eye on for months." He didn't move, he'd be a statue if she noticed him again. "But I got plans for you."
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She just stared into his eyes, it wasn't really romantic as it was having a weirdly intense conversation about something not intense. But she just wanted to see if he could discover him again. Her fingers slid up, curling under his ear some as she still cupped his cheek, "Do those plans involve a blanket and soup for being outside in the freezing cold so you can get another TV...." she really didn't mind, she knew shopping was something he loved to do and it was his birthday too. She never celebrated hers so it'd be fine to do what he wanted.
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"Maybe some hot chocolate." He snuggled up to her. She had no idea what he had in mind, then she'd assume he was doing nothing at all which made surprises that much sweeter. If she didn't turn her head at this surprise then he'd have to rope her into something else and come up with something entirely new. Now, he just had to weasel his way around the Virtue without punching him in the face. Tying him up in a chair in his room with nothing but moldy milk to drink from a straw was the plan. That way if his birthday surprise went well he could get some tail.