Zoe (history_repeats) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2014-02-15 16:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | greed, zoe hansen |
WHO: Greed & Zoe
WHEN: February 15
WHERE: Zoe and Jonah's apartment
WHAT: Post-Valentine's Day Massacre
WARNING: Pizza sex
In the morning he'd managed to rope himself around her. She might have pushed him away a million times in the night, but he kept making the effort to hold her. He had her back curled into his chest, his cheek on her shoulder once light peeked into the window.
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She did push him away as often as she could but it got exhausting because he wouldn't stop trying to cuddle her, by the time it was morning, she was too tired to really struggle. Plus he was warm and strong and she did love him even when she hated him. She squirmed in his hold when she woke up, a clear indicator that nothing had changed from the day before, "Get off me..." she murmured.
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He'd broke out in a sweat in the night from Temperance's meddling. He felt sticky but no longer itchy. Finally it had worked it's way through his system as if he'd been drugged.
He sat up as she pushed him , rubbing the sleep from his eyes and finally starting to undo the mess that was his vest and tie.
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She snuggled her face into the pillow, shivering when he let her go and his warmth was gone. But good. He was a jerk. But she did have a pang of missing him even when he backed off like this. But she didn't move.
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He'd stripped out of the vest, shirt and tie, tossing them at the foot of the bed. They were already ruined in wrinkles and needed dry cleaning now. His pants were quick to follow, and now he didn't feel as sticky. He went back to curling himself around her.
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She squrimed again when he again tried to cuddle her and scooted away from him, her back to him still, "No, you need to shower." she said sarcastically with her eyes closed, still huffy with her face in the pillow. Clearly showers were more important than her.
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He didn't want a shower right now he wanted closeness and she was shoving him out of the bed. He sat up again and made a lunge for her in a tackle until they both fell out of bed. If she was going to shine him out then she wears coming with him.
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She let out a yelp of surprise when he grabbed her and they both landed on the ground, she groaned. She almost thought he was going to leave her alone for a second there. But noooo, he was a dick. She grabbed the edge of the bed and tried to pull herself away from him and back into the bed.
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He grabbed into her leg. He was going to keep her down on this floor until she stopped being an ass. He dragged her back to him. The bed was off limits now.
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She growled when he grabbed onto her again and after a pause, she turned and hit his chest and smacked him and shoved him again, "I don't want to be near you right now, if you can pick and choose, so can I!" he did not get to reject her the day before and then act like a brat now.
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"Why?" He insisted letting her beat him up. She'd done this before and he'd remained a brick wall until she was done. At least she's eventually wear herself out. "Want another round?" He pointed at his chest that was a perfect target for her little punches. Of course if she hit any higher or lower he'd whine.
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"Maybe because I feel like a shower instead." she glared at him as he offered his chest up for another hit and she hit him again and kicked at him too before turning her back on him in a huff.
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"You could have waited!" Instead she'd left and then he had nothing to play with. He was realizing maybe he made the wrong choice.
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She turned around and smacked him again, "I am not a toy that you play with according to your timetable!" didn't he get how demeaning that was for her?
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She was on a roll this morning with the violence. "It was a fucking shower! I had work to get ready for!" Butt he'd had a girlfriend ready and willing to play in a way she normally never would have attempted.
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She stopped hitting him and the look on her face was one that was angry but more than that she was utterly hurt. "I know." it had shown her exactly where she ranked on his priority scale. And she had been stung when he rejected her for an hour.. but to leave her sitting there for an hour... and now, she just felt stupid. So it was embarrassing to even be around him and she turned her back to him again, curling up away from him right there on the floor since he wouldn't let her go back on the bed.
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"Then what is the problem?" It was making him mad. She wouldn't say it! So he want sure if it was the fact he chose the shower first or how long it took. When she chose to keep turning her back he'd had enough. He pulled on her sweater, stretching it as he drug her back towards him. "I'm tired of looking at the back of your head."
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She rolled her shoulders and squirmed to try to get his hands off her, refusing to look at him or answer what the problem was, "Then go away and you don't have to see it anymore."
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He pulled on that sweater until it started to stretch off her shoulders and reached for her arms to turn her around. "Face me already! Damn it!" He want going to keep putting up with her pouting.
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She did face him but only cause he forced her to and glared at him, "Why can't you just deal with the fact that maybe I don't want to see you right now!?"
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"Because I'm not going to let you avoid me." She knew view persistent he would be. And he'd get her rolling around in the floor, pinned down with tape keeping her eyes open if it meant she would look at him.
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"I'm not avoiding you, I just don't want to be around you right now. It's not my goddamn mood. So leave me the hell alone!" which was not entirely true but she didn't know how to say the ridiculous feelings she had pent up inside. It was easier to just blame it all on him and be mad.
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"Well too bad because I'm not gonna leave any time soon. I'll pin you to this floor if I have to." He was getting close to making her spill. The more he annoyed her the more she'd finally give in. This would have been easier last night had Jonah not played tricks on his head. Then she wouldn't have had so long to hold onto it. That's why this was taking a little longer. "So you better get comfortable missy."
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She glared at him and pressed her lips together as if to say she wasn't saying a freaking word and she turned her head to the side to look away from him with that familiar obstinate expression. He could hold onto her or pin her down or whatever, but she was not gonna give in.
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"Alright. Don't say I didn't warn you." He pulled down one of the bed sheets. He was going to use it as his rope. He drug her legs until the on either side of him, then took her hands. First he tied her wrists together and looted them around his neck, using what was left of the sheet to wrap around their waists until he had her glued to him. He tightened it with a final snug pull and knotted it behind his back. With his own arms free he started to comb them through her hair. "Until you speak up we're staying like this. So I hope you didn't have any plans for the day."
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She only looked at him when he took her hands and started to tie them together. Her lips parted, "What're you.." when she figured out what he was doing, she struggled like crazy, "Are you out of your mind!?" but of course she was no match for him and he had her kama sutra-ed around him and bound so even if she did move, it was rubbing on him. She narrowed her eyes as he played with her hair, "I hate you. And what if you need to pee?" he couldn't do this alll day... could he?
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"I guess you better hope I don't have to." He could and he would do this all day. And if he had to get up, well she would be coming with him. His nose tickled hers with a soft hello. It ess kind of a nice position. He wiggled a little just to make her squirm.
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She wrinkled her nose and still glared at him and she did indeed squirm when he wiggled against her, "I will bite your nose if you come any closer." she stated about his eskimo kisses but she was a little tired and she was weak in his arm.. even forcibly in his arms.
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At her threat he nipped her nose with his teeth. As much as she might hate it, he was completely comfortable. He'd only wanted to get her tied up forever and a day ago. "Your squishy bits are already on me like glue. So all you've got is about a millimeter of space to complain about." Her thighs had his waist in between them. Her breasts all but stuck to his chest. Her sides crunched in his thick arms, and other bits sitting right on him. She had no space to speak of that he hadn't invaded.
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She made a face when he nipped her nose, "I have your entire fat face and stupid body to complain about. Why is it that when you don't want to see me, I have to deal with it but when I don't want to see you, you force me to?" it was a ridiculous double standard but another piece of the puzzle to why she was upset.
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"This is what you've stewed over for a whole night? Because if I left it up to you you would exile me for a week." He was making light but she was serious.
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She was not amused at all, "That's not an answer. That's being an asshole." she clammed up again and looked off to the side, that look of stubborness and hurt crossing back on her features because he was making her feel worse by not even treating the matter seriously. "Tell me whenever you're done with this torture." cause she was done talking, he could do whatever he wanted to her body, when he let her go, she was going to kick him out for a month.
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"I didn't not want Rio see you this morning." Was this what she wanted to hear? "I don't know what to do with you when you surprise me." He didn't realize he was just sticking her back on his own timeline. It read his style to do things his way, but it was also ignoring her desires. If she wanted to see him on her timeline bed have to face his own comfort zone even it was invaded.
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She looked back at him with disbelief, "What to do with me? I am supposed to be your girlfriend, not some toy that you can't figure out where to put the batteries in. You don't seem to have any problem figuring out what to do with me when YOU want to see me and its YOUR mood. But when I wanted to see you? Somehow that's wrong. When you force yourself into my home, you're visiting, when I come over and knock on your day it's the fuckin invasion of normandy! You told me before that it was weird for you so I tried to do what you said and it didn't work and I don't know if I can handle that." and she finally stopped to take a brath. It wasn't enough anymore that he wanted just her, she wanted to be able to see him when she felt like it without him acting like he had a mistress and might get caught.
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Now their position was uncomfortable but he wasn't going to wiggle out. She was doing that thing where she pointed a finger and it stung. He exhale a breath he'd been holding through her whole speech not sure what he was going to say. He hadn't gotten a plan yet of how he was going to counter that.
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She shook her wrists out of frustrations, hating being so close to him, "You can't have a relationship only when it suits your timetable and only where you dictate it to be. Oh babe, I adore you but NOT HERE. I do want you but not now. I don't come with a pause button!" and that was a big part of why she was hurt. It wasn't just the sting of rejection.. it was the fact he treated her like a toy.
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He'd been getting into the habit of getting what he wanted. He forgot that just having her happy didn't fix everything. It wasn't all the time. He was getting into only doing what benefited him. He was leaving her behind again. Only this time it wasn't with a mouthful of of drugs. He was still was learning that it wasn't over when he wanted it to be over.
"I should have unwrapped you." But he knew by her tone it was bigger than that.
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Her eyes looked downward as he said that, "Whatever, you didn't want to. That's fine. But I got up early and went out in the snow to come all the way to see you because I wanted to see you, because it was Valentine's Day and I didn't want the first person I saw to be Jonah, I wanted it to be you and you looked so... miserable to see me. Every time. It's not surprise even, so don't start. Because after all this, I'm still not welcome in your home. I'm still just some floozy who only gets to enter when you bring her there." because she knew that the only girls that knew his apartment were the ones he slept with and even then he brought them there, it was according to his plan, his wants. She felt cheap.
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"You're not a floozy." But it was the way she said it. He'd never looked at it from her perspective. He never stopped to think of what distance he put between them when he made invisible rules when she showed up at his place. "I'm not used to sharing my space.." She knew that. But he only gave her that little corner in his space. If he was going to keep her, she needed to be more than a shelf, or she would have a very short life.
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She gave him such a hurt look, "But you treated me like one. You didn't want me, fine. But you told me to wait. And I know you, I've seen you get ready super fast if it's for something you want. And you didn't. You took over an hour. You made me sit there and wait like I was some prostitute you paid by the hour or some no name bimbo that should be grateful she gets a piece of you."
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He hadn't realized how one action had presented such a different picture. The look on his face was sad. He'd expected she knew better than to think she was anything less. But he'd created that image himself. "My vanity got in my way." It was an excuse he knew she would burn him for.
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"No, it didn't. I know you, I know that nothing gets in your way if you want something. Oh God..." she shook her head, looking away from him, "Is this what it's going to be like?" she had gotten a taste of her worst nightmare, "One day I'll wake up still in love with you but you'll just put me back on a shelf?" she went a little pale.. she wanted to throw up.
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He'd never even thought that. "Zoe stop it." She was overreacting. And with her strapped to him like this she would make herself sick. He moved her hands from around his neck, starting to untie the sheet. He did it carefully, so she hopefully didn't start to make a run for it. "That's not at all what that was. I don't know how to stop myself from thinking you're taking something away when you present me with something sexy."
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She didn't make a run for it, mainly because her middle was still tied to his and she sniffled a little, not crying but damn near it. "What?" she asked with a completely wtf look on her face. That was the most outrageous weirdest thing he could have said.
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The sheet was uncurled from their middle. He wanted her trapped but not in panic. "I'm not used to you pulling sexy moves." He encouraged it, but in his home turf when he wasn't expecting it his brain completely paused.
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She gave him a cold look but was deeply hurt, "Well, I'm sorry, trust me, I will never be doing that again." and she put a hand on his shoulder to push herself up so she could get away from him.
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He didn't let her go which was one of the reasons why he wanted didn't want to let her go in the first place. "That's not what I said!" His arms now became the sheet.
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She let out a frustrated noise when he clamped down on her and just turned her head to the side, refusing to look at him. That was exactly what he said and she wanted to die from how humiliating this was.
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He grabbed her face. He'd make her look at him. "Zoe, I'm not used to it." She was cute, gorgeous, but she was still like a baby seal. When she did things completely out of his range he lost it. He wad starting to see if he didn't deal with it she wouldn't ever do it again.
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She narrowed her eyes, her cheeks puffy with anger and cause he grabbed her face, "Yeah well, now you won't have to worry about it." clearly saying she wasn't going to do it again so he wouldn't have to get used to it.
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The idea of never getting something he didn't make an opportunity to take was crushing. He had to overcome his pride of feeling invaded if he was going to keep this girl. He'd thought he was out of the dangerzone since they'd gotten back together, but this was constant work.
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When he didn't say anything, it just made her feel worse. She sniffled again, her eyes glassy but she refused to cry. "I just.." she swallowed, it was so embarrassing to say, "I wanted to show you I could.." she could not look at him to get out the rest of the words, "..I could be like those other girls.." all the slinky sexy gorgeous ones that he never said he wanted but his fantasies that he talked about, she wasn't in them, those women were. She let out a shuddering breath as her voice broke, "..but I'm not." she closed her eyes, fat tears sliding down her cheeks.
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To hear he didn't make her feel sexy was a let down. He could always make women feel sexy, but they were also tearing off his clothes. So she didn't always want to be cute and cuddly, though it was what he loved about her. He stopped the tear from falling to the floor when he wiped her cheek. "I want you to be you." The same thing she wanted of him. He appreciated the gesture a little too late. "I missed out on some nice undies didn't I?"
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She still wouldn't look at him but didn't reject his touch, "I'm not good enough.. not to be in your home or for your attention..." she wasn't mad anymore as much as just defeated. Great, she was cute and cuddly, like a teddy bear. She wasn't enough to take his attention, she was reduced to waiting until he wanted to give it. She just shrugged at the undies comment, with her luck, they probably sucked too.
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"You are sexy to me." But not in the ways she was thinking. It was all the little things that he fell for. But he could see in her torn face that he had crushed something and that was going to do a magnitude of damage for him to reverse. He kissed her lips letting her go so that she could have a moment without him sucking the air right out of her. He needed some air and to find a way he was going to say sorry without her thinking he was doing it out of pity.
He found his pants and pulled them on. He needed to go home, change, dwell a little in the fuck up he'd made and see if he could get some creative ideas.
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His words sounded hollow and she didn't react to them or his kiss, just a flicker of 'yeah right' on her face as she got up off him, "I'm sorry.." she said but not for what he might be thinking. She sat on the bed, her back towards him as she shifted around the comforter, "I promised myself I wouldn't make you change or anything.. and your home is part of you.. so I won't.. I won't.. again." she finished lamely, not wanting to say come over or invade, she wasn't going to surprise him at his place as she slid into bed, not wanting to talk about anymore. Not wanting to see him leave. She just wanted the world to go away for a little while. But as he got dressed, he might catch a glimpse of something red and lacey lying crumpled up in the trashcan.
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He pulled on the wrinkled clothes, feeling completely out of his own skin in them since Jonah had totally ruined the night. But it was finally out in the open at least. The white elephant was gone, but its presence was still there. He picked up his tie that had landed by the waste basket and found the item that was for certain what he'd missed out on, otherwise it wouldn't be in the trash. He looked over to her with it in his hands but she wasn't even looking at him. He wasn't going to let her throw it away, so he shoved it in his pocket. Something else to add to his hoard, only it was a reminder of the things he should have given in to before saying no.
He didn't tell her he'd be back or not, but they both needed some space. He cleared his throat as he walked out. "I won't kill your roommate today. But if he pulls that shit on me again I will." That was all he said. He was gone for a chunk of the day. He waited for the right to time to show back up with a pizza and hoodie</i> at her window.
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She didn't respond, the blanket pulled up and she was just a lump under the covers as he threatened to end Jonah's life. She had made her own threats against Jonah and did not approve his behavior at all but she guessed Greed hadn't noticed that. She slept for a few hours and then finally got up, cried some more, had a shower, changing into an old comfy black and white knit sweater that showed off her shoulders. She sat on the floor with some stuff from her shelves around her, she was organizing, her trinkets and lots of books, a big stack were on one side and there were other things in another pile, a silk rose, the dinosaur keychain, a receipt, and a teddy bear that was wearing her fortune cookie bracelet. She hadn't heard from Greed all day and she didn't know if he would come back.. she felt like he wouldn't after the drama of that morning so she didn't notice him at the window.
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The yellow hood was up over his head, keeping his ears warm as he sat outside for a minute watching her. He didn't know what the hell she was doing with everything spread out around her, but the way her sweater fell off her shoulders was unbelievably hot. It probably wouldn't be the best hello after earlier that morning. When she still didn't look up he knocked on the window. "It's cold out here." He hadn't come to the front door or he'd end up in a bloodbath before he'd even reached her door. He didn't trust Jonah in the first place, but it was still too soon to think he wouldn't be fried on Virtue juice if he came through the front door.
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She whipped her head around at the knock on the window, it'd been awhile since he used the window to come inside. She didn't look thrilled to see him but got up after a moment and crossed over to open the window and let him in. At least he had food with him.. she hadn't eaten all day.
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"I'm betting you haven't eaten a damn thing." Maybe the pizza would change her mind. He crawled inside, closing the window so that all the warm air didn't vanish outside. He hoovered it in front of her so that she got a good whiff as he took a seat down on the floor where it wasn't covered with stuff. "What are you doing?" he pulled the hood down so he could see.
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She looked stubborn, "Maybe..." but she looked wistfully at the pizza box as he taunted her with it, it did smell good. She didn't make a move for the pizza box tho and sat back down, her fresh flossy hair hanging open, strands brushing against the open skin of her shoulders, "Just getting rid of some stuff."
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He sat the box down beside him. Of course the first things he noticed as she said that was every little thing he'd given her that he didn't even know she hung onto. Not to mention the pile of books. He picked up the first one which was about the seven deadly sins. Him specifically. To him just as his actions on Valentine's Day---painted a very different picture. "So you're just throwing it away?" This was a hoarder through and through. Throwing things away just wasn't what he did unless he absolutely didn't want it anymore.To him this was horrible.
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"No..." she picked up a small box and discreetly ushered some scraps of paper into it (airplane ticket stubs from their first trip to Lithuania), "I'm going to donate them to someone else who might want them." she explained, "I just don't have the space.."
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It felt like she was throwing him away. Everything out here was something that pertained to them. Maybe he'd missed the part where she'd gone through everything else in the room. "That too?" his voice was tiny, like she was trying to push him out of her life again. He took giving away things and throwing them away very seriously.
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She frowned and looked at what he was talking about, seeing the bear and things next to her, "No....!" she said and moved her precious things closer to her protectively, "These... these mean a lot to me." she put the poem receipt in the small box that had other little tokens n it. She took the book from him, "This, yes. I didn't agree with the author on a lot of stuff."
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It didn't take away the sting of rejection. "What kind of stuff?" he was curious and she was at least talking to him, though it would hardly cure the mistakes he'd made. He'd made another dent that was going to be hard to buffer out. He was learning another lesson the hard way.
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She eyed him warily and opened the book, flipping through some pages, "He just had things to say about greed that I didn't agree with. And he kinda has your personality all wrong.. he makes you sound like a villain in a cartoon twirling a moustache." she closed the book and put it back in the pile of things she was getting rid of, a large collection of mythology books were in the pile too.
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He twirled the none-existent mustache on his face trying to get her to laugh. He still thought she thought of him as a villain now. It was in her tone. "But I am a villain." He expected her to agree.
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She wasn't frowning at least when she looked at him but she didn't laugh. He was hurtful and mean, but no.. she shook her head, "You're not a villain." and she believed in it strongly enough that she was throwing out a book that said otherwise. She noticed his hoodie and thought it was a bit of an odd choice for him.. but it was cold out so she didn't say anything. She was hungry too but she assumed he brought the pizza for him.
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He saw her catch a glimpse at that pizza. "You've got to look at it first." Then he'd dig in with her. She was still putting up a block, so if this didn't work he'd have to find another creative way to win her over.
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She frowned, "Look at what?" she asked bewildered. She had no idea he meant the pizza. Because why would you look at that...
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He held the box over in front of her opening up the box top. She was going to be difficult he knew, so it was no surprise he was going to have to force her to see. Then if she still refused to eat maybe he'd have to make her. She knew he didn't like the idea of her losing weight. It lost all her squishy important bits.
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She only saw all the gooey cheese in the first second but then her expression changed, her brows going up in surprise... it was a heart. Her lips parted and while normally he would have gotten a laugh and a kiss from her at the sweet gesture, she looked at him softly and said, "It's really nice." but she didn't make a move toward touching it.
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This girl was tough as nails sometimes. He cleared a trail so he could get closer to get, lifting out a piece of the pizza from the box. He folded it, levitating the tip in front of her nose. "Do I have to make you?" He wanted her to eat.
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She leaned back from him some when he moved closer. She eyed the pizza in front of her face and then looked at him, "Make me what...?" not even this was enough to convince her he was sharing it with her.
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"To make you eat!" He wiggled it in front of her again. "You're not allowed to starve." Either she took it or he shoved it into her face.
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She frowned and pushed his hand away no matter how badly she wanted the pizza, it was one of her favorites, "I'm not gonna starve, I'll make some food in a bit. You go ahead and eat your pizza." because he had his things and she had hers and the fact she ever thought anything was 'theirs' or 'ours' was a delusion.
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Now she was slicing them down the middle again. They did things together now she was putting a 'me and you' on everything. He was starting to see the repercussions of his actions. Now she was shying away. He didn't like it.
"I'll make you a deal. Next week pick a day, any day and stop by. Don't tell me, just come." He was inviting her in. "But you have to eat."
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She looked tempted and seemed to think about it but ultimately shook her head no with resolve, "No, we had a deal before and that didn't go that well. Let's just stick to I'll come over whenever you take me there. But I'll take a bite." she added that just so he'd drop the whole stupid idea if the whole reason was to get her to eat.
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He'd take a bite if it's what he got out of her. He held the pizza up for her. He wasn't going to let her use her hands. He'd feed her.
I've she'd finally taken it he spoke again. "I want---I want you to be comfortable and for me to be when you come over. If this is what I have to do to get that way I wanna do it."
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She reacheed for the pizza but when it became obvious he wanted to feed her, she sighed and gave in, opening her mouth and taking a bite. She had hoped the matter had been dropped but apparently not. Her look soured, "You don't have to do anything, Chance. You've been doing your own thing your own way for centuries, it's stupid to think that you'd suddenly change all that because of a few months." in the grand scheme of things, his time with her had just been 18 months, barely a blip in his life.
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"You are my life right now. So no I don't have to, I want to." She probably thought he was being pretentious, but he was being serious. He held up the pizza for her to take another bite.
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She took another bite just to get it out of her face, chewing and saying afterwards, "Yeah, right now. So what happens when you get bored or tired or move on and I'm still showing up at your place?" she shook her head, "No thanks, let's just keep things the same."
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He didn't like thinking about the harsh reality that one day he wouldn't have her. She was making that thought trudge up and it never made him happy. "Stop it." He didn't want to hear it, they'd face it one day. Like her sometimes he did want to stick his head in the sand in the brutal reminder that she was only human. He was thousands of years old and would continue to grow older as each day passed in a way she wouldn't. He bit down on his lip. This was the part that always upset him.
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She sighed, "Stop what?" she shuffled more things around in front of her and looked at him, "You give me a heart attack half the time I walk in my room and find you here unannounced. But I'm still happy to see you. I like how sometimes I'm exhausted from work or I had a shitty day or even when I wake up and it's to your stupid face. It's a small surprise that makes me happy. I like that you know where everything in the kitchen is." if she was sleepy, he made tea for both of them. She smacked the book in her hand down on the floor, "And do you think I haven't noticed that you've stopped taking things from the apartment and now instead are hiding things in it??" was she just reading too much into that? She had hoped it meant he thought of her apartment as his home too.
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He dropped the slice of pizza back into the box because clearly this was scolding time and no more eating. She had a way of delivering things to him in a unique way. She was scolding him, lightly, but she was telling him just exactly how it felt. She saw the small things and it made this whole fiasco of him turning her down that much bigger. He'd tried to give her a piece of his home, but it was a slower process. He had to take baby steps, he couldn't just let her all in at one time. It was part of the way he was programed. "Yes?" was she done or did she have more to say because it wasn't making him feel any better. If she wanted him to feel like shit, she'd done her job. Whenever she was in one of these moods sometimes he dragged himself right down into it too.
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She looked hurt because it didn't seem like she was getting through to him. She looked away and picked at a piece of the pizza slice he dropped, she was still hungry, "I know you and I will never have a home together.." it was among the long list of things she couldn't have with him, marriage, children, growing old together, sharing the same living space was out, he couldn't stand her at his place for more than a few days at a time. She thought about these things sometimes, how fun it would be to one day combine furniture and buy new things together, in a space that would be for them. But she knew it would never happen, "It's why I just hoped.. wanted.. our own homes to be homes for the other person too." it was the closest they'd get to having 'home'. "But I'm fine if 'home' is just here...."
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"By taking that first bite of pizza I hope you know that you agreed to my deal. That means your beautiful, squishy ass better be at my apartment sometime this week." He looked a little triumphant like he'd just made a hole in one. He scooted up behind her, his hands on her shoulders where he kneaded her muscles.
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She gave him a dull look even though her cheeks had a tint at his description of her, "So you didn't listen to a word I said." like hell she was going over there on her own ever again. She flipped a bit when he moved behind her and grabbed her shoulders, jerking away, "What're you doing!?" she asked in total surprise.
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"I did and you're coming over." Then she just recoiled from him. "What now I can't touch you?" She really was putting on the brakes.
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She blinked at him, "Firstly, the only way I'm coming over is if you dragged me over there which is how I said I preferred it anyways." she faltered as she said, "And secondly.. you can touch me... but your pizza will get cold. I'm hungry. Aren't you?" if he had pizza in his hands, they wouldn't be on her.
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"I'm not hungry." And he wasn't now because she was being so stubborn. He kept his little massage going, stretching his legs out on either side of her, his foot pushing her stack of books away.
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She leaned away from him again, rolling her shoulders to get his hands off her, "Well, I am.. the pizza will go to waste so let me eat." it was the first time he was touching her since he rejected her that wasn't in the middle of a fight. She felt self conscious and awkward like they'd been knock back into the past and she was unsure around his body when it was this close to hers.
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His hands fell from her shoulders, but he didn't move from behind her. She could nibble on the pizza, he'd nibble on her. With her exposed shoulders, his lips found a new home with soft kisses.
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He was going to give her a panic attack at this rate... at least he dropped the stupid coming over thing. When he did let go of her shoulders, she relaxed a little, picking up the abandoned slice of pizza, only to literally drop it back in the box when she felt his lips on her skin. She again jerked to the side and looked at him over her shoulder, "What're you doing?" she asked as if he was trying to stab her.
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She was tense. He was trying to loosen her up. In the back of his mind he knew she was going to freak out. "So I can't touch or fondle?" She was pulling the rejection card now and striking him out at every angle.
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The look she gave him was a clear one, she was his toy and he wanted to play. "Yeah, fine, whatever, do what you want." she said and looked back at the pizza and pile of things in front of her, every muscle in her body locked up as she waited for him to do whatever fondling and touching he wanted.
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Oh she was hellbent on making this difficult until he just got fed up. Which is maybe what she wanted. He wasn't going to give her that pleasure. He fingered the strap on one side of her sweater, curling them underneath. "You wanna know what makes you sexy for me?" He exhaled heavily ready to give his own speech. "The way you can wear a baggy shirt that's three sizes too big with your hair all in your face. How your skin glows under these lights at night. The way you nuzzle my neck with your nose or kiss it when you want my attention." He followed the same actions as he spoke. "The way your fingers glide up the back of my neck and into my hair when I've turned you on. The way no matter how many times I kiss you it makes your heart beat like the first time." He sat his chin on her shoulder. "Oh, and the way you like to trace my muscles with your finger like you're painting over my skin. Or the way eyebrows get super serious when someone has insulted me or us and you jump up to the defense. That is what I find sexy."
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She narrowed her eyes looking like she could punch him when he first started talking, baggy shirts and hair in her face was not sexy. The next bits were flattering and she flinched when he kissed her neck but she turned her head a little to the side, closer to him when he started listing things she had no idea he'd even noticed. Yes, he liked her hands in his hair, but she didn't know he noticed she did it as a reflex to him arousing her. Or that he noticed how his kisses did make her heart still race, the small touches on his muscles that she was sure he never paid attention to. She didn't respond to him but she didn't move away when he put his face so close to her and at his last bit, her brow furrowed, she didn't even know she did something with her eyebrows when she got defensive about them. But she was watching him out of the corner of her eye. She still didn't quite believe him... he had still not wanted her the day before and that had hurt so badly, she didn't know if this was just some trick to get her to get over it. That doubt that he had been slowly erasing from her mind was now back and causing cracks in her ability to trust his words.
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Maybe saying it out loud actually made it clearer to him now. "Other women doll up, spritz perfume and cake themselves in makeup. They wear the fancy revealing shit and seduce me with that 'i know I'm beautiful but I'm pretending not to be' face. Leather, lace, more skin than underwear." They liked to use their hands to feel him up or grind his lap with a dance. Those were the usual things, the lusty things that had never been Zoe. "The things sexy to me about you aren't sexy on anyone else." Granted that red number she had picked would have been pretty nice, and he was still kicking himself for it. He kissed her shoulder again. No floozy could say she had that on him.
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She hung her head as he rattled off a list of things the women he normally slept with did, things that weren't Zoe. This time she didn't flinch or pull away from his innocent kiss. "Yeah.. and the things that are sexy on those other girls, aren't sexy on me." the leather and lace and all the stuff he told her he liked that he basically told her she couldn't pull off. "You told me your fantasies, Chance... none of them involve baggy sweaters and serious eyebrows." they were mostly rough and fast and he said she starred in those dreams but he seemed repulsed by the reality and she felt it was because she couldn't be a slinky Zoe for him. She wanted him to be able to do what he wanted instead of feeling like he was petting a baby seal.
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"Zoe you aren't the girl that's going to give me a lap dance but you're the one that can slip in with bedroom eyes in a way that makes my skin tingle." He got it now. She wanted to feel the part sometimes. "That red number. I get it. I fucked that up royally. It would have been nice." But he couldn't rewind.
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She still didn't believe him... but she wanted to. She scoffed but her back rested against his chest a tiny bit, almost using it as support like in a chair instead of holding herself up in a sitting position entirely, "The big bad Sin, the self proclaimed sex god undone by bambi eyes?" she had a look like did he see what was wrong with this picture? She shook her head and paused what she was going to say and then had a thought and said instead, "You didn't even give half a shit enough to see what color it was, how do you know it was red?" she'd been in several layers, he hadn't even taken off her gloves.
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His fingers started to try and undo her by massaging her neck, sliding up into her scalp. "Does every guy you've been with want too fuck your bambi eyes too?" That's how he was undone. He was soft with his fingers movements, working to draw our all that tension. "I saw it in the trash before I smuggled it home."
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She tensed again at his massage but allowed it tellling him, "No... you're the first that's this obsessed with them." she had brown eyes, she didn't see anything special about that. Neither had any of her past boyfriends. When he revealed that he saw and took the undies, her head dropped forward, mortified again, "Great." she said flatly. He didn't give a damn when she had them on and now he took them home.
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He found her temples, giving them a soft rub. If he could melt her into him then maybe she would release the tension. "I wish I'd unwrapped you." He did. Then they wouldn't be in this mess. But he'd also not be as willing to have her come over in her own.
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Her eyes fluttered closed but she was not over this fiasco and said quietly, "We all know you do what you want to do." so he could say he wished he did all he wanted, she knew he hadn't wanted to.
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"I'm telling you I should have." But it wasn't enough. This wasn't the first time Greed had made the wrong choice and try to back track to get what he wanted.
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She didn't believe him. "Aren't you the one always telling me that you don't believe in guilt and regret?" to his credit, he was capable of guilt and regret as he showed after the con and what happened to her. She looked over her shoulder, "Did you lie to me on our birthday?" those bambi eyes were so insecure and wounded at the thought, "Did you just pretend to like it?" she was referencing the white soft lace she'd worn that night that had left him speechless and with a hard on. But now she was wondering if he didn't say anything because he hadn't liked it.
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He was capable of wanting the choice he didn't make. That was part of this gig. He didn't always get what he wanted but by his own wrong choices. Part of being who he was was wanting what he didn't take when he should have. It was the side he shared with his brother of wanting what he didn't have.
"I didn't lie. I would assume my body proved that?" Did she think he faked a hard-on?
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She still looked skeptical but turned back around and picked up the pizza to console herself with it, "I dunno, maybe you were thinking of something else." she shrugged, letting go of the credit that it had been her that got that reaction out of him. With her luck a moth flew by and landed on his dick before she came in the room and the small touch already had him going.
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"No we had also been making out. The mood was already there." She was coming up with her own conclusions based on the other day and that was her mistake. "We were here, you came out already out in the open. It was different." She needed to understand that.
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The only response he got was the back of her head and a "Uh huh." as she chewed on the pizza, obviously not willing to believe whatever excuses he was tacking on. It was a full moon, he was facing the east, whatthefuckever.
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"So we're back to this? This whole I don't believe you shit?" She was being really cynical.
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She shrugged, "I"m just eating pizza, I don't know what you want me to do." and she took another bite. She wasn't shoving him away like the day before, that was sort of progress but she wasn't as warm and cuddly as she normally would be.
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He tossed his hands up. "You're insufferable." But she was a challenge. "Don't think your Tokyo Tower could ever handle you." Jonah was too soft. Sometimes it might seem Greed was giving up, but he was just trying to reroute his next move.
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She kept eating the slice, saying "No one's forcing you to stay. Window is right there." and she jerked a thumb behind her. When he brought Jonah up, he got a glare from her peeking over her shoulder, "Handle me?"
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"You're not easy." She'd never been. Since day one. She presented a challenge that he had taken. She kept presenting a challenge. He kissed her shoulder. Perhaps there was no mood but he wasn't going anywhere tonight.
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She frowned, "What're you saying?" she didn't know what he was talking about, why Jonah would even want to 'handle' her, and what he meant by she wasn't easy. The skin warmed on the spot he kissed her but she made no mention of it.
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"I'm saying he'd do anything to get me out of the picture. What do you think his flowers and that little magic show was all about. He would pump you up with his influence every day if he could." Virtues were the real evil.
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She made a face and when his kisses tickled her, she half heartedly swatted his face with her hand more out of reflex than to actually stop him, "I already told him he's to never do that again, I'd kick him out of here and my life if he used influence on me or you again. The flowers are because he's nice, when he isn't a raging righteous prick. Why would he want you out of the picture just to stuff me with influence?" he wasn't making any sense.
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"Because he hasn't got the balls to stuff you with anything else." Jonah would be mortified. If she even as so much as touched his thigh. Greed knew now for sure that prick didn't have any spine at all to follow what he should. He was still a boy too and he had all the boy parts the same as Greed did. To not use them to their full potential was downright shameful. He continued that tickly torture because it felt good to be teasing some part of her, except it seemed like those bare shoulders were teasing more him than her. He needed to kiss and fondle her in some way. Touch was one of his better weapons.
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Her mouth dropped open and a slight pink hit her cheeks, "That's just gross, he doesn't think of me like that!" she shoved at his blonde head to try to get him to stop his kisses as she said, "He knows I'm with you." adding with a mutter, "For some reason.."
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"Sure he doesn't," he nuzzled his nose against the other shoulder, "I bet he's woken up to a wet dream with you in them." He snorted a laugh at the thought. Lord knows Greed had had plenty of those. When he'd taunted her shoulders he moved her hair to the side so he had a clear shot of that beautiful caramel neck. His kisses were just as slow and deliberate. His mouth was his best weapon on her.
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She gasped but whether it was because of his lips or his words, it was a toss up, "That is so not true... and that's really disgusting to think about, he sleeps in the next room. Your brain is just going crazy as usual, you think if someone sneezes in my direction it means they're attracted to me." she squirmed when he got to her neck but she was trying her best to ignore him which was difficult since she was ridiculously attracted to him and he knew it. The jerk.
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She knew how to get rid of her frustrations with him. That's what his body was good for. It might not kill the bigger problem but it sure as hell made it feel a lot better. All that pent up energy, it needed a place to go. "Ask him." He knew. Virtues weren't perfect, he was certain. They tried their righteous ass to be, but it was his place to bring out all their imperfections.
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"Right now?" she asked because his kisses were distracting and she didn't want to give in to him. "What're you gonna give me when he denies it and tells you you're insane?" because she was certain that the Virtue didn't have wet dreams about her.
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"Not right now." He knew it as fact. It was the way Jonah looked at her if she had any skin showing. "He won't deny it. He will flop his tongue all over his mouth without being able to say a word." His hands sat on the hem of her sweater, looking for an entry in. She could use him, use him all night long. His lashes brushed against her skin as he closed his eyes, nibbling away on that soft skin. "Just like a Virtue. He couldn't be with you because he wouldn't know what to do."
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She was slowly but surely sinking back into his chest, "Why not right now? You're just scared that he's going to laugh in your face." her lashes lowered and she responded, "He has a penis, it's not that hard to figure out where it goes." assuming he was talking about sex because what else could it be.
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"That wasn't what I meant, but even if he has one doesn't mean he knows how to properly use it. And that is just sad." His hands left the sweater finding what he wanted. Skin. She was starting to melt into him. "But he couldn't handle a relationship either. I am the better choice, no matter how many times I piss you off or fuck up." He could handle her brand of crazy.
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She gripped his thigh when he touched her bare skin and she twisted away from his touch, using her other hand to try to get his hands out from under her sweater, she was way too aware of him touching her. "Oh?" her voice catching a little, "You're the better choice instead of him?" she knew he was but she wanted to hear why he thought so. She was surprised he even brought up the relationship part.
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Soooo damn close! Then she snatched it away. "Because I don't break. I don't cower and let you go. The other night he wanted you to be alone." Greed shook his head. Never. There were times he needed a breather but he would always harass her. "Otherwise I won't ever know what's going on with you. You clam up. You hide it. You try to run from it." He pointed to the door, his other hand holding her close, pressed against her tummy. "He would let you run."
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She listened to him, "So? You left me alone this morning..." she wrinkled her nose and pouted a little, "I don't hide.. sort of. And I don't.. run.. really.." she was thinking about his words so she let him cuddle her close. "I'm sure he'd just be giving me space." she gave him a wry look over her shoulder since Greed didn't get that concept often but then again when he had left her this morning, he recognized things were just so bad that nothing could be fixed at that minute and they needed a breather from each other to let their minds and emotions settle.
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"I needed a breather. Not because I wasn't coming back but because nothing I could say or do would make a damn difference. You would see me trying to play a pity card and that's it." His cheek pressed to hers. They were at least getting somewhere. "I was also hungover with a Virtue induced coma. I needed some air. I think he'd give you too much space and it would be incredibly boring."
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She understood that, he was right, he needed to clear his head from the juice and if he had tried even touching her like this in the morning, she wouldn't have let him make any progress, "How do I know this isn't a pity card now.." she asked quietly, but not moving away when he touched his cheek to hers. Her gaze drifted to the pizza and she remembered something from the drive in. But she kept it to herself and he'd feel a small vibration of laughter under his hand, "Yeah? Let's ask him."
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"You don't. You just have to trust that it isn't." He wasn't going to sugar coat that one. No matter what he said she would think the opposite, so he wasn't going to even give her the hope or reason to doubt. She had to make that decision on her own. One thing he didn't want was to let Jonah know he was there, if he hadn't figured it out already. Greed wasn't afraid of the tree but he did not want to feel comatose again like that and he did not trust Jonah or that he wouldn't do it again.
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She didn't say anything to that but the look on her face was that it was hard for her to trust that it wasn't, it just felt like it was. She turned her head a little to say something but since his face was right next to hers, her nose touched his, her lips parted but no words came out. Her eyes were on his lashes and her lips were so close to his...
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"It's your decision." It was a whisper that she felt hit her lips. He wanted to go in for the kill, but he wanted her to come to him, to show her that he could let her and not freak the fuck out. He closed his own eyes, a sign that she had control of this right now.
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She was unsure and she wanted to kiss him but she couldn't. Instead of her lips, he'd feel the pizza at his mouth, she was feeding him if he wanted a bite. "For the record, Jonah isn't my type."
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The smell of cheese was not what he'd been aiming for. He'd taken a leap and she hadn't even bothered to jump with him. "I'm not hungry." That wasn't the appetite he had.
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She took a bite and then held it in front of him again, "You sure? You look hungry."
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He scrunched his nose. "That's not what I have an appetite for." He was hungry, but he wanted her. Enough of this bullshit.
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She kept her eyes on his, "Oh yeah? What're you hungry for?" she brought the pizza to her face and instead of eating it, she put it on her cheek and smeared the cheese and grease across her cheek and her lips, the tip of her nose having red grease on it too. She remembered how he'd been so disgusted by the idea of pizza on her face before. So if he wanted to kiss her, he'd have to do it through the grossness.
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Every nerve in his body felt tense when confronted with her pizza face. It was not the answer he'd been hoping for. "Why'd you have to do that?" He whined. It was a challenge wasn't it? A big hard challenge he had to climb over without freaking out.
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"Do what? I'm just eating pizza. I'm messy apparently." and since he whined, she smeared the pizza slice on her other cheek too, getting the grease even more over lips, making them shine. He had said that he found her sexy, but she knew this is something he really didn't like. So if he wanted her, he'd have to come and get her. Through cheese and grease. She was pretty sure he wouldn't cause it would also get on his face. And if he really grabbed her, on his clothes.