WHO: Greed & Zoe WHEN: Wednesday WHERE: Greed's work, Store, Hotel WHAT: Mean girls and glitter WARNING: RUDE
Zoe was having a bad day. A really really really bad day. She had debated calling Greed and then chickened out. But the day got worse until she couldn't take it anymore. She had two hours left on her shift but she said she was feeling sick and had to leave early. She had to get out of the store. She started walking and ended up in front of Greed's building. Her head was a mess, she wanted to give him space, especially since he'd been with her every night for the past few days and this was his job and he took it very seriously. She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, they were red since she'd cried earlier but she took a deep breath and held it together. She looked pretty cute in her long sleeved sweater outfit. But she went inside because she just really wanted to see him. She needed to see him. _____________________________________ Envy had slipped in her store. He didn't have to speak to her, he didn't even have to look at her. He just followed where she'd been, passing the gossip mongers to stir up the stink. Whatever insecurities Zoe had were easily pricked by the tiny needles he'd embedded within her coworkers. The words were hateful, not lies but a stretch from the truth, and when there was truth underlaying one's jealousy it was easier to grip them and make them suffocate. All it took was a little seed to be planted and the roots took hold, sprouting out with what it had already been fed.
By the time Zoe reached the main entrance she was greeted by the receptionist who asked what she needed. This wasn't like Greed's last job, where everything was a little more compact. This building was huge! There were glass doors and a million windows. The girl spun in her chair, putting down the phone. "Can I help you hon?" She asked even though she was probably about the same age as Zoe. She handed the girl a tissue because she looked like she needed it. "Do you have an appointment?" _____________________________________ Zoe fumbled with the tissue, "Thank you.." she murmured and then frowned, "No.. I don't. I'm looking for Chance Avaritia? He's an assistant here. I just.. I was hoping to see him for a quick minute. If he isn't busy." she was regretting stepping into his work space... _____________________________________ "Oh! Yes, Chance. Who doesn't know Chance." He might be a little do-gooder assistant in a cubicle but he was making leaps and bounds above men and women that had been in this company for years. He'd only been there for a few months. He was also easy on the eyes as most of the girls noticed, including the receptionist who looked forward to his pretty smile every morning. She held up her finger for Zoe to hang on a moment as she paged his phone. She frowned instantly after about six rings. "Hrm, I don't think he's picking up, he might have stepped away for a second. Could you wait over there for a few minutes?" She pointed to the seating area. "I'll see if I can track him down." _____________________________________ Zoe tried to smile but didn't quite make it. As she was finding out, lots of people knew Greed. Lots of females. Was this receptionist one of the ones that gave Greed her number? Her eyes went from one gorgeous girl to the next that were all sashaying in their tight skirts.. she shook her head to stop it from going to a dark place. She just nodded and went to sit in the appointed area, feeling shitty for coming and really rejected sitting here waiting to see if her boyfriend could be found. That girl probably didn't even know Zoe was his girlfriend. She looked over at her, she wanted to tell her. I'm his girlfriend you know. But she kept mum and just shredded at the tissue in her hand. _____________________________________ The girl sat at her desk calling different numbers, breaking out in a laugh a few times as she tried to track down Greed who seemed to be on an adventure around the building. He was always the first one to do anything, like it was a race and he had to be the first one to meet that mark. Once the girl managed to get him on the phone, she smiled, twirling a blonde curl around her finger as she talked. "You have a visitor Avaritia." She glanced over her shoulder at Zoe who looked a train wreck. "Got a minute or are you too busy?"
"I'm in the middle of something," Greed answered "Can it wait?" The receptionist let loose the springy curl only to tighten it around her finger again. "I don't know, she looks pretty insistent on seeing you. Brown hair, eyes, in a striped sweater?" Greed paused on the line. What was Zoe doing here? She wasn't due out of work for another couple of hours. He took in a deep breath and exhaled. "Give me about ten minutes." He hung up, straightening his vest to make his way down to the front desk. _____________________________________ Zoe twisted the tissue around her finger and back before twisting it tightly and shredding it again. Her nerves were building with every second that passed, now she was getting scared... Greed was so picky about surprises and she had never ever surprised him at work. She didn't want him to be mad. She didn't want to see that after the day she had. What was she thinking coming here? If she left now then maybe... _____________________________________ The girl waved to the magazines (all art and advertising magazines) on the table. "He'll be down in about ten minutes." She paused to look Zoe over who seemed as if at any moment she'd just burst right into tears. "I keep telling them to put some Vogue out there or something interesting," she smiled offering Zoe the kleenex box. She was trying for a little small talk because the girl looked so upset. "So how do you know Chance?" It would pass the time at least until he could get down there, and it trapped Zoe there without the receptionist even realizing it. _____________________________________ Zoe again tried to offer a smile but it came out tight. She shook her head and politely declined another tissue and for some reason, the receptionist's innocent question rubbed Zoe the wrong way. She'd spent the past few hours hearing all about how someone else 'knew' Greed. She furrowed her brow and looked at the ground, "Just..." why would the girl know who she was? Greed wasn't going to announce it. "...from around. You know, I really shouldn't have bugged him at work." she stood, "Can I just leave a note?" she could have sent a text but whatever, she was in person so she could at least leave him something to say she went back to the hotel so he didn't need to pick her up. _____________________________________ "Sure?" It didn't seem to be an emergency or the girl would have said right? She felt bad but offered Zoe a pen and a sticky-note pad. "I'm sure he's on his way though, just few more minutes. Are you sure you don't want to wait?" But it seemed immediately the wrong question to have asked. She let Zoe scribble out her note. Zoe was about out the door when Greed was stepping out of the elevator. He was irritated that she'd come all the way over and was just going to walk out?
"Zoe!" he yelled from the elevator, making a little jog to catch up to her. The floors had been waxed the night before and his shoes were slippery. "I thought you had to work until 5?" He hadn't gotten a glimpse of her face yet, but by her sagging shoulders something was wrong. _____________________________________ Zoe adamantly shook her head when the receptionist asked if she was sure she didn't want to wait. She scribbled the note, said a polite thank you and had almost escaped when she heard the bellow of the boyfriend. She looked like a deer in the headlights for a moment and then quickly recovered, "I.. wasn't feeling well so I took off early." _____________________________________ He put the back of his hand to her forehead and then her cheeks. "You weren't sick this morning..." she didn't feel warm, but her face was flush. "What's wrong?" he could see she'd been crying just by the bloodshot eyes. She was trying to cover it up, but now she had him worried. The receptionist strained to figure out who it was, and by the way he was talking she had to be the big G. Well, that was a bust, but she couldn't expected a hottie like him to not be snagged.
"Hey Savannah, could you tell the big guy I need to take a fifteen. It's important." He took Zoe by the arm and led her back over to the seating area to the chairs on the other side hidden by all the tall plants. _____________________________________ She made a face as he molested her face, "I.. stomach.." she tried to figure out a lie but she wasn't very good at it. "Nothing's wro--" she couldn't finish before he was dragging her back to the seating area. She looked almost panicked when he told the girl he was going to take a break and she looked at him seriously, "Chance, I don't want you to get into trouble.." her problems could wait. _____________________________________ "Since when does your stomach make your eyes red?" He lifted a questioning brow because he didn't believe a bit of that bullshit. "Maybe you can try and feed that bullshit to someone else..." he still reached out to feel her forehead again because he wasn't convinced at all. "I'm not going to get in trouble. It was time for a break anyway." She was nervous, twitchy, clammy. "What the hell is going on?" _____________________________________ She closed her eyes tight when he touched her forehead again and when his hand dropped, she covered her eyes with her own hand for a moment from dropping it and looking at him while blurting out, "Do you know someone named Karen Bradshaw?" the name carried a lot of weight with Zoe and clearly implied that the source of the problem lay with the owner of the name. _____________________________________ "Should I?" he asked like he was trying to think. "Why do I feel like this is an interrogation or something?" he laughed but clearly the name meant something serious to her. "Is that who this is about? Who gave you the red eyes and the tummy ache?" He actually reached out to take her hand because something felt suffocating about the way she was acting and he didn't even know the full story yet. _____________________________________ When he took her hand so gently, fresh tears came to her eyes, her lips which were raw from how often she was rubbing them together nervously, parted and she took a breath, using her free hand to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye before she started to talk, "She's this new girl at work, tall, redhead... she saw you drop me off this morning and apparently she remembers you really really well..." _____________________________________ "Ooo a redhead?" He'd known a lot of red heads. Known was a bit too off, more like fucked. "And?" He was waiting for the point if this because he wasn't quite registering thst this was a problem. He'd fucked a lot of girls before her and during their "friend" state while she was with Mike. _____________________________________ His innocent horndog remark stung. She didn't want him to Oooo over this shitty girl. She snatched her hand back from him, a dull look on her face, "And nothing. I'm going back to the hotel." he was not going to understand why this was upsetting her and she didn't want to risk him just agreeing with Karen or remembering her because of some weird sex act. _____________________________________ Now Greed was more confused than ever. "So, you got off work early because some chick remembers me? I'm not piecing the puzzle together here...what happened to get you so upset?" He wasn't knocking it, but he took a break for this? "Spit it out already. Did she say something to you?" _____________________________________ Zoe wrapped her arms around herself, it was what she always did when she felt defensive and attacked. She hated his questions and she hated that she came here but after a lull of silence it all came pouring out. Not only did Karen Bradshaw remember him, she told Zoe basically a detailed list of their sexcapades, things that Greed had never done with Zoe, Karen insisted that she knew how to get Greed off just right and did Zoe know? Zoe barely could talk about her sex life with Greed without feeling shy, so to have this total stranger loudly trying to drag her into this conversation just to humiliate her had weighed heavily on her. But then there were the catty remarks, Greed didn't seem like the boyfriend type, he was doing women a service by being passed around, Zoe must be guilting him into staying or manipulating him, then came the jokes she must be blackmailing him and that it wouldn't last with other co-workers, people she thought were her friends chiming in to say honestly they wondered what Greed was doing with her, it seemed like such an odd match. _____________________________________ He tried to interject a few times but the list of shit she kept saying just got longer. The girl became plural by the end of it, Karen being the main instigator. They thought he needed to wonder so they could taste him again. He was practically God's gift for women to unwrap. They made him out to be a porn star who deserved the attention. To them Zaire ess thus little forgettable thing. She had great legs they gave her that, but overall age didn't have the charms to hang on to something as delectable as Greed. He was an animal in bed, and Zoe looked like a mouse. Greed wondered when her mouth would dry up from the word vomit, but she was still kind if heaving through it. When she was done he waited a few seconds making sure she caught a breath somewhere in there.
"So I'm a whore that needs to be passed around like thanksgiving turkey? Yeah that sounds like most women whose names I can't remember." Zoe used to tell him those women deserved to have their names remembered, but when they threw Zoe through the rinse and spin cycle they didn't deserve that much. "So they're full of hot air and wet dreams..." wait did women get those? "It's just trash talk. Why are you letting it sunk in?" They're encountered an ass grabbing slut at his Christmas party that had spilled about his porn career. This wasn't important and she knew it. He didn't give a shit what anyone said, Zoe was sexy to him and she did just fine on getting him off. _____________________________________ She took a deep shaky breath, "It wasn't just one remark that I could shrug off, this woman talked for HOURS about fucking you and maybe I could have handled it still but my friends didn't stand up for me, they agreed with her. All this time, they thought these horrible things..." she shook her head as she trailed off. Her defenses were down and they hit hard because she trusted them. _____________________________________ "She must have been something awful then because I can't remember anything." Greed he had a lot of sex, but he had a lot of sex he enjoyed. It wasn't ringing a bell. It sounded as if they'd done in purpose because they could...but why? Why all of a sudden today? It rubbed him wrong. "They're just jealous they can't get a piece." She was still torn up it was familiar and that same feeling he'd had before that made him..."Zoe," he lifted her chin, his thumb rubbing her cheek. He wanted her to look at him. _____________________________________ When he cupped her chin, her wet lashes rose and she finally looked at him. She had tried so hard to be strong and not let it bother her but hours of this talk from multiple people, it just beat on her. This wasn't just jealousy, this was more than that, those people were down right vicious. _____________________________________ "There's my girl," he rubbed the other cheek as a fresh tear rolled it's way down. "Where's that confidence huh?" He spoke softly. "Walk in like you know better than anyone you get to fuck my brains out." He hasn't even actively sought out his sister. He leaned in to kiss her cheek, "Only you give me a taste of the other side." His words were a whisper in her ear, abs as much as it could be a line it was the truth coming from Greed. He didn't get heaven or get to have love and all that, but she gave him a taste and it was damn sexy. _____________________________________ She smiled a little because Greed had such a unique way with words. She closed her eyes when he kissed her cheek and took in his loving words, releasing a breath. She put her arms around his neck, needing his strength and letting his touch and words soothe her. It had been a day that just scraped her raw. But he reminded her fuck what the world thought, they belonged together because they wanted to be together. "I'm sorry for interrupting your work.." she said in a whisper after a few moments. "I just really wanted to see you." _____________________________________ "We better now?" He let her cling. She needed something, because whatever this was he didn't like it. "Come here," He let her slide into his lap but only for a second. He didn't want to get wrinkled. "You're my sexy girl ok?" He wanted her to go back to the hotel now, so she could sleep this off before he got off work. _____________________________________ She nodded but still held on like he was a teddy bear that scared the boogeymen away. She sat in his lap and laughed softly at his words, "Okay." she looked at him with a small smile, "My sexy boy." and gave him a quick kiss before getting back, she knew that he didn't want to ruin his outfit and he didn't like doing PDA's at the office. _____________________________________ "That's what I thought." He stood to straighten himself out. "Next time just grin, like you know some big secret. They'll go fucking crazy trying to figure out why you're grinning." Granted she had a lot of things to daydream about and grin for. He straightened his vest and was ready to get back to work. They'd been hidden by plants this whole time, but it was still more personal and this was his work face. _____________________________________ She nodded, "I'll try.." she just was sensitive about thier relationship with how much opposition they faced. She wiped her face and looked and felt much better. He'd asked for fifteen minutes so she knew he had a couple of minutes left. "Um.. can I walk you back to your desk?" she kinda wanted to see his work space. It took him over a year to show her his last place of work and she didn't want him to feel like she was invading but she was curious. _____________________________________ "You want to go back to my desk?" It wasn't much right now but he was proud of it. He was the only one that actually enjoyed his little rabbit hole of a cubicle. He took her hand softly, started to walk from behind the tall tree-like plants and into view. "Walk with your head up, I'll let you feel me up when I get home." He forgot for a second they were in a hotel because his home had gotten a little too crowded. He still wasn't okay with her going back home yet, especially after all this, so he had to make this work the best way he was comfortable. _____________________________________ She nodded, she wanted to see his work space. She smiled when her took her hand, it was such a simple gesture but it sent a silent message to everyone: we're together. "Of course I'm gonna walk with my head up, I got you on my arm, I can't be anything but proud." and she meant it. _____________________________________ "I am quite the accessory..." he looked snazzy with hair that was almost too perfect to touch. He rubbed out his tie walking past the receptionist with a tip of his non-existent hat, Zoe still in his hand. When they got to the elevator they were alone, no one could see a thing. So when the doors closed he leaned over to give her a ninja kiss as it passed floors with a final ding on his.
And whatever fear she had about not being the right girl was quickly settled when the other guys on the floor gave her very obvious glances. She was not the dog she felt like sometimes. She was squishy, curvy, with smiles and big brown eyes. "I remember you," one of the guys said giving Greed a wink. Of course they wanted her, because on his arm she looked even more attractive. His desk while cluttered with papers and work had those little dashes of him. A few zombie figurines, comic book stuff pinned on his "walls". Greed was set. He even had his own stapler again. Gold. With his name on it. He also had the best chair money could by. Everyone on that floor was envious of his chair. _____________________________________ "No, you're quite the boyfriend." he was so much more than an accessory. She laughed a little at his ninja kiss so by the time they got off on his floor, she was smiling. Her cheeks turned a little pink at the guy winking at Greed and she waved in hello. She grinned when she saw his cubicle, "It's so perfectly you." _____________________________________ "Go on take a spin," he ushered her to the chair and let her hand go. "It feels like you're sitting on a cloud." When she was in that chair the mental picture he had was not work related at all. It was another little fantasy of her in that chair with nothing more than gold fingernail polish and one of his ties wrapped around her neck. That was the danger of Zoe being here, he faded in and out of the real world and his own imagination. The grin on his face said he was thinking about something so naughty. _____________________________________ She sat in the chair and bounced a little, "Oooo very comfy." she looked on either side of it to check it out, spinning around in it once. She looked at him and instantly pressed her lips together narrowed her eyes with a tilt of her head, "What......?" he had that look on his face.. _____________________________________ One of his neighbors peeked over the top of his wall. "Avaritia, that her?" The one he went home to every night. "I was starting to think you were single." Greed didn't act like a man on a leash. Greed still had that naughty grin on his face when he realized she'd asked him a question. He took a seat on the side of his desk, "Just thinking..." thinking of things his mind was always on and she knew it. It was almost as if he were playing a movie in his head because he hit a particularly good moment in his dream and he looked pleased. _____________________________________ Zoe blushed red when she realized what Greed was thinking about, an embarrassed smile on her lips as she covered her face for a second before dropping her hands and biting her bottom lip as she looked at him. "Uh huh, talk to your friend." she smacked him on the knees a couple of times and gestured to Peeky McSnooperson that was commenting on Greed's marital status. _____________________________________ He had to be inventive when they were still in that no-sex zone. These times were important because when the shit hit the fan and Jonah was no longer their go to man, Greed would be back here except on short, expensive trips to a different timezone. He wondered if there were any other places that would work, he'd forgotten Zoe spent all kinds of time researching that, but may have put it on pause since sex didn't seem to be a problem as of late. He cleared his throat looking over his wall to see one of the other nerdy guys. "Sorry, what was that?"
"I said is that your girl? I'd thought you were single what with all the sticky notes the other day. "Oh, and here," he handed him another little yellow sticky, "Sheila left that when you went to lunch." Greed snorted tucking it into his drawer after leaning over to grab it. "It was a joke you know..." he laughed again, catching a glimpse of Zoe's little smile. "This is Zoe, my girlfriend." He beamed. Literally. Greed could have looked just like the Statue of Liberty with that pride. It was infectious.
"Zoe with an e or an ey?" The fluffy haired twenty-something asked her. "You're gorgeous." _____________________________________ Zoe just turned her lips up at the sticky note thing but it wasn't really a smile. She knew Greed did this type of stuff cause he was... well, him. And as long as the girls kept their hands to themselves, she was fine with it. But her eye did follow Greed's hand, she couldn't help but notice he put the number in his drawer and not in the trash. She smiled at the guy and said, "With an e--oh, thank you.." she was taken aback by the bold compliment. _____________________________________ Greed hung on to all of those sticky notes because throwing things away were ridiculously hard for him. Such was how a hoarder looked at the most inane things to most. Especially a troupe of phone numbers. Not that he had any intention on calling any of them, but he wasn't looking at it the way Zoe was. He didn't see the message it sent. But Greed saw it as well...fan mail. He was just getting showered with mail for being an attractive sonuvabitch. He was a celebrity right?
"Doug, they call me "Digger". I'm kinda awesome at finding shit." Now he just sounded like an idiot. When Greed was on a Greed high, his influence seeped out just as it could when he was angry. When Zoe was with him and he was feeling high, everyone else around him noticed how bad they wanted someone just like that for themselves. "But Avaritia here is kind of on my tail. He's everyone's favorite."
Greed had something here he didn't have at his other job. He actually had friends, people that seemed to appreciate him too for his talents. He could be robbing them blind but they still liked him. _____________________________________ She smiled, "Nice to meet you." putting the stick note out of her mind.. for now. She chuckled, "He's my favorite too." and she put a hand on Greed's knee, giving him an adoring look. She stood up then, "But I don't wanna keep you guys from work.." and she knew that Greed would start getting antsy if she stayed too long. But she was happy he let her in and at this company, people were also starting to recognize her as his girlfriend and him as a smart great man. _____________________________________ "Maybe we'll see you again." About then the brunette female boss came by to swat Doug on the head with file folder. "Get to work Doug. You too Avaritia." She snapped her fingers, but her smile was a little gentler to Greed. "You don't want to have to stay after five do you?" she slapped a new folder on Greed's desk just in front of Zoe which was her cue to say visiting hours were over. _____________________________________ Zoe looked like she had had her hand caught in the cookie jar and just gave a polite nod to the boss before walking by Greed, her fingers intertwining with his briefly as she gave him a secret smile on her way out. _____________________________________ There was something incredibly sexy about that smile. "See you tonight," he promised her just as their fingers parted. He did have to stay late, which he was happy to do, but after about thirty minutes his ADD kicked in and he really needed to see Zoe. He had to confirm for himself that she was there and okay and not under some weepy spell again. He walked into the hotel like he owned it, which momentarily gave him a thought of how his name would look in big fat letters over a hotel building. Was it too tacky?
He whipped his key card through the door and sauntered in. He had no idea what was in store with him. "I'm thinking of ordering Chinese or Italian maybe?" He was more comfortable here because it wasn't his apartment. _____________________________________ Zoe had taken a nap when she got back to the hotel and when she woke up, she wanted to do something nice for Greed. And she wanted to really feel beautiful. So she had a soak in the big hotel tub that relaxed her and she used coconut oil in the water so she just smelled completely like one. She bought a new pink dress. It went down to her knees and wasn't tight or too revealing or anything the redhead would have worn but it made Zoe feel feminine and pretty. She did her nails in black to match the band but cause she knew Greed loved gold, she added gold flecks to make them sparkle like stars in the night sky. And finally she spent time on her hair so when he finally did see her, he'd see she'd done her hair in soft curls that bounced as she walked into view and smiled, "If I remember correctly, take out from the restaurant downstairs is pretty good." since this was the hotel they used to sneak around at and never got to eat out at since their date was crashed but did get to take the food to the room. _____________________________________ Greed was in the middle of explaining how he needed his name on the front of a hotel and how elaborate the luxury rooms would be (even better than this by far) when he designed them. He was already picking out curtain samples in his head when he caught the very fresh, pretty sight that was Zoe. "Have you seen my girlfriend?" he looked incredibly turned on and confused at the same time. She was all fluffy and pink and curly! The only thing missing from her look was the shoes, but there was something adorable about her painted up little toes curling into the soft carpet. _____________________________________ She laughed softly and moved towards him, "I think she just ran outta here." she said with a wrinkled nose but then smiled, "You always catch me before I can put on my shoes..." she said and slid her hand into his, not entirely sure if he liked what he saw or not. _____________________________________ "Who'd she leave behind? Because I'm going to have a hard time being a good boy tonight..." he could still pretend they were at her place. Her hands! When he had flecks of gold bouncing off the lights from her hand he dropped his eyes down. "Oh shit, you have gold on your nails!" It looked like chunks that he could just pick up. It matched her toes! She was delectable. _____________________________________ "She left behind a lucky lucky girl. And I hope you won't be a good boy tonight..." she made a face, "Well.. you'll have to be a little good since our unwitting chaperon isn't here." she gave him a helpless smile. She grinned, "You like it? I know it's your favorite." pure gold wouldn't have matched the dress so this was a perfect compromise. She wiggled her toes so the light would catch on them and make them shine too. _____________________________________ "Because before I left I promised her all this," he gestured over himself, loosening his tie from around his neck, but she'd done it in that perfect, pretty knot earlier that morning. He raised her hand looking a little harder at the sparkles, brushing his lips over them and giving one of her fingers a gentle kiss. "I also promised her she could grope whatever she wanted." It wasn't the exact words he'd used, but it was with the same intention. _____________________________________ She smiled, totally pleased that he'd be that loyal to her. Even if it was still her. She softened at his little kisses on her fingers, "Well, she adores you for it and thought mayyyybe you'd appreciate all this." and she gestured with her free hand up and down her body, "I promise you can touch whatever you like too." and she took her hand from him just so both her hands could undo his tie and get him more comfortable. _____________________________________ "I do appreciate all this though confused as to what I did to get it..." but he didn't need a reason. His hands were quick to start playing with her soft curls. It was such a different look and subtle enough to give her a completely different vibe. He pulled one of them to his nose so he could smell the coconuts which it seemed she practically bathed in. Jesus this girl. Whatever she'd come to him about earlier was completely out of his mind. Karen who? This was so much more amazing. _____________________________________ She removed the tie and then started unbuttoning his vest, pausing to hold him in place as he sniffed at her and played with her hair, "For being amazing today when I was a mess and interrupted you at work. You didn't have to pause your day to calm me down but you did." and she knew that he didn't have to be, it was his space, his turf, she was the outsider. But it meant the world to her that he was there to keep her crazy from taking over. _____________________________________ "You are a little crazy, but you're my crazy." She was glowing, literally he thought he could see a halo around her in this amazing little thing standing right in front of him, undressing him so softly. His fingers fell into those curls, raining through them because they felt as soft as they looked. _____________________________________ She smiled, "I only wanna be your crazy." she raised herself on tiptoe to give him a peck on the lips. She finished unbuttoning his vest and laughed as he molested her hair, "I think you're more interested in my hair than anything else.." _____________________________________ "It's so...bouncy....and feels fantastic," he made a orgasmic noise as he wiggled his fingers through. He was stuck there unless she pulled him out. Now with the tie gone and the vest undone he could hang all out, though there was nothing but a tiny waist and jacked up muscles underneath for her to find. The things the other girls had made sure to comment on and wish they could lick cream off that washboard stomach. There were a lot of things none of those girls were going to get from him. _____________________________________ She laughed again, "I'm glad you like it.. I haven't done curls in a really long time... try not to make out with them." she pulled at his shirt to untuck it and was feeling very content that this dude was all hers. But while the other girls squealed over his body and his tiny waist, Zoe loved things like his humor and his mind and his heart much more. "So, how did the rest of your day go?" _____________________________________ "Why not. I think they'd like it..." he had to take in another whiff. "Jesus fuck you smell good." She usually smelled good, but it was like she turned it up a notch tonight. He wiggled his feet, in shoes that made his entire image look long, lean and cut just right. "Amazing." He talked about the pigeon slamming into the window and knocking itself out only to hop back up and fly away in a lopsided circle off to another ledge. He'd laughed for a good thirty minutes over that. _____________________________________ "Cause I'd have drool in my hair and it doesn't taste as good as it looks." her cheeks were rosy with his compliments and she undid his belt, zwiping it out of the loops as he talked about the pigeon, her eyes going big and then blinking and then smiling, "You should have taken a picture." she put her hands on his waist and moved him backwards, "Take off your shoes so you can relax.. I can call down for dinner." _____________________________________ "How do you know? I'd lick it..." and he would if she didn't stop him. His clothes were nice getting into, they fit him like a glove, but they were just as nice getting out of, especially when a sexy woman was taking them off. "God it was hilarious. I did get a picture," he fished in his pocket for his phone and thumbed through the photos. Since he couldn't have any of her, he filled it up with random things. Street signs, knocked out pigeons, squirrels fucking on a park bench, things he intended to buy. His phone was basically a hoarders wet dream in photographs alone. He worked to get the shoes off without actually pulling them off with his hands. Finally after fidgeting he was able to get them off. If it were up to him he would have hopped on the bed with them on. "Ooo Italian?" He looked up from his phone long enough to catch that visage she presented again. He snapped a picture. He had to. He wanted to remember this, even if he knew she'd delete it just as quickly. _____________________________________ "It's not gonna be as tasty as Italian..." she laughed and swatted at him to stop him. She was reaching for the restaurant menu in the hotel booklet when she heard the snap of the camera and looked at him startled, "Chance, did you just..?" he knew he couldn't have a picture of her. _____________________________________ "No---maybe?" he waved the phone but kept it from her because he knew she was going to snatch it away. He jumped on the bed after wiggling out of the vest and working to take his shirt off so she had golden skin to keep her busy. "I'm keeping it damnit. Let me keep it!" He was an unruly child that was putting his foot down. _____________________________________ Her mouth dropped open as he jumped up on the bed like an ape and demanded she let him keep it. She put her hands on her hips, "Are you nuts? You can't have a picture of me, delete it or gimme the phone so I can delete it." _____________________________________ He flopped down on the bed, backing up to the wall. "NO! I don't want you to delete it." He cradled the phone in his hands keeping it from her as if it was some big bad secret. "Let me enjoy it." For just a moment he wanted to think it was normal to have something so trivial to most other people. It was a digital scrapbook and he couldn't even have it. _____________________________________ She sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, "You lunatic... enjoy it now but we're gonna delete it after I'm done ordering." she picked up the phone to place the order. She knew how he felt, she wished they could have a picture together. Be able to proudly show it off. And she had pictures of him, but he couldn't have any of her.. which also stung. _____________________________________ His naked feet wiggled up and down on the bed. Eyeing her then the picture which had those perfect bouncy curls. Her glow was even more noticeable. He zoomed in and out on the screen with his fingers happily until she came closer. His smile instantly turned sour in a big pout. _____________________________________ She sighed and joined him on the bed, stretching out next to him and putting her head on his shoulder, not touching the phone, "Why is THIS picture so important to you?" she turned her head to look at him, "Why the sudden need to have one?" _____________________________________ He waved the screen in front of her. It showed off what he always saw as. The sexy, beautiful girl who always had an open door waiting for him. "I want to remember this. You like this. My sexy girl." He'd captured that glow. "It's what makes this," he put a hand on his chest "Go crazy." He made a pitter patter motion back and forth. It made his insides squirm in a million different ways, but he wouldn't trade it for anything. _____________________________________ "You act like I'm going somewhere..." but she listened to him and was so touched, she put her arm around him and gave him a kiss that would heat him up within seconds. He told her the truth which is what she loved about him. Sometimes it hurt. But sometimes, like now, it made her feel like she was in heaven. _____________________________________ "Besides it makes all the Karen's wish they had what you had." He sat there heating up a little, but not quite a fire. He smiled at her with that goofy ass grin. "I've kinda missed this, burning up under your touch." It gave him a little jolt. _____________________________________ She was practically glowing with his praise and compliments but she laughed, "Really? You missed being sick and on fire?" she kissed his cheek a few times and his chin as an idea started to come to her. _____________________________________ "Yeah, it's like downing a whole bottle of hot sauce. Gives me a kick." He kissed the air as she fondled his face with her lips. _____________________________________ She laughed against his skin quietly, "That sounds painful and delicious." she gave him another tobasco kiss and then had a mischievous look in her eyes, "You know that picture you took isn't complete... it doesn't have you in it." and she raised her brows. Yes, she was suggesting they take one together. _____________________________________ "I would add sexy to it wouldn't I?" He licked those firey lips oh his, tasting her sweetness. He imagined then chocolate covered, melted chocolate. Ooo he'd love to lick melted chocolate off all of her. He was distracted in his own head now. _____________________________________ She bit his chin lightly, "Hey! Where do you keep going in your head?" she laughed because this was the second time he'd done it. "You know we're in private, you can actually tell me what you're thinking. We might even do it." she nodded and then gestured at his phone for him to take their picture. _____________________________________ "You covered in milk chocolate. Yum." He licked his lips, distracted by her gentle bites. He was drawn back to reality for the camera. But he didn't smile, just gave a wicked sexy look. _____________________________________ She kissed his cheek, "We can do that. We should get dark tho." she grinned, "Let's take a few, can you smile, give me my adorable goofy loving boyfriend?" and she puckered her lips at him. _____________________________________ "Mmmm." She was just about damn perfect right then. He snapped a good handful of pictures, silly ones, serious ones, and one with that big laughing grin she adored. Mouth wide open and showing off those pearly whites and thin eyes. _____________________________________ She was having a lot of fun taking pictures with him. Some of them where they were kissing, some even with a smoldering sexy look with the next one of her bursting out into giggles. Some sweet, some cuddly, some with tongues out or making faces. She grinned when they were done, "These are good... okay put on your coat, let's go." _____________________________________ "You just stopped me of everything but my pants and you want me to put on my coat?" Now he'd have to put it all back in before they left the room. He wanted her to promise she'd take him out of them again. _____________________________________ "Yep! Come on, just put your coat on.. I think it's kinda sexy and naughty if you're wearing just your coat and only I know. If you get cold, I'll give you kisses to warm you uppppp..." she said in a sing song voice and bounced off the bed to grab her own champagne lacey looking but warm coat. "Food will be ready to be picked up in less than thirty minutes so we gotta go now if we're gonna be back in time." _____________________________________ She was being secretive. He liked it. It was an Easter egg hunt to figure out. He liked finding stuff! Greed shuffled off the bed putting his shoes and jacket on, sure to wiggle his brows at her as he buttoned everything up, that jacket still accentuating just how thin his waist really was. Before she could open the door he grabbed her for a kiss. "I need a warm up right now." He planned to abuse that rule as often as he could. _____________________________________ She chuckled, "Do you reallly.." but she obliged and gave him a kiss that would be like a personal space heater. She still didn't say where they were going but it became apparent soon that they were leaving the hotel and going down the street. _____________________________________ "Nice jacket," he fingered the lace as they headed out. She was just a jumble of surprises today, the kind of surprises he liked. "So what's under all this?" Was this a head to toe exquisite package? She kept unfolding all kinds goodies. As they hit the outdoors his nose and ears turned pink. With that fancy haircut more ear was exposed and tender to dry, cold weather. _____________________________________ She started laughing, "Are you seriously already thinking about what's underneath?" she took his arm, "Mmm of course you are. And nothing exciting unfortunately. We can't do much." they didn't have to go far, just a couple of blocks before they got to the drug store. She pulled him in and looked left and right till she spotted what she was looking for. She ran her hands down his arm and took his hand in hers, "Okay...so I wanna make a deal with you about those pictures.." _____________________________________ "Doesn't mean I can't peak." He paused only for a moment before she had his curiosity tangled up again. "Deal?" He pretended to be skeptical. "What kind of deal?" _____________________________________ She took him over to the photo developing section, to a big machine there where you could print digital photos. "You can print off.... let's say seven pictures, physical hardcopy pictures, if you delete all the photos you took today of me and you and me. AND..." she let go of his hand to pick up a frame that had four boxes for four small pictures and showed it to him by holding it in front of her, "I was thinking maybe we could frame them and set them up on the table, pretend like we're allowed that for as long as we're at the hotel..." and she gave him a soft look because hey if they were gonna pretend they could take and have pictures, they might as well pretend the full deal. _____________________________________ His eyes lit up. He had to pick only seven though? It was an important number, yes, because he was one of seven. It just felt like such a low number out of the thirty or so they took. "Then what happens when we leave the hotel?" _____________________________________ She gave him a winced look, "We have to destroy them..." she squeezed his arm, "You know we shouldn't even have them at the hotel for any period of time but we're doing it, after that, we have to get rid of them." _____________________________________ "Not even just one?" He was getting depressed about it already. He wanted more of this. "I could like bury them in my back yard?" It sounded like he had a body to get rid of.
He started to thumb through his phone, stomping his foot because he couldn't decide. _____________________________________ She kissed his cheek, "Maybe one. Try not to think of it right now. We're gonna pretend like we can keep them forever." she smiled, "We can even get one gold frame to go with the others." she wanted to keep the pictures too. It was funny, Greed was such a visual person, and he was denied pictures of his love and their relationship. _____________________________________ He hooked up his phone to the kiosk thumbing through and doctoring up the photos online before printing copies. Even by her pictures he was entranced. So much sparkly, so much pink and pretty and golden skin. "I look like I'm gonna drag you off to some seclusive location here, hiding my knife and guns." He wouldn't murder her she knew but the comment raised the brows of some customers. _____________________________________ Zoe only grinned, "Can we not print out the ones where you look extra serial killlery." she pointed out ones she liked too, adding, "You don't own knives and guns." and she stepped to the side to start looking at frames. She liked the one that was four squares because it meant more pictures. She showed Greed pointing out they could have one sexy face, one cute face, one sweet face, and one silly one, all in the same frame. _____________________________________ "I do have the sniper or whatever it was Pride gave us that year." It was destroyed though he was sure when Lucy torched his last place. It was also the gun he'd got Zoe with.
He looked at the frames most of them gaudy. He picked the goldest one they had with all the frills, bells and whistles. It was defiantly not a choice most boys works have gone with. _____________________________________ She frowned as she looked at the other frames, "I thought you got rid of it after your 'accident' with me." with her four in one and his ugly gold one (not that she'd say she thought it was ugly), they had two frames left to pick, "So you get one more and I get one more." _____________________________________ "Think when Lucy torched the place it went with it." Grew rubbed his chin looking for something else. He had so many choices, but in the end he went with more gold. He held it out proud, like it was some custom designed piece. _____________________________________ She rubbed his back without thinking about it when he mentioned the fire and then grinned when he showed her more gold, "Are you sure you don't want a yellow frame instead? Or maybe one with glitter?" she was half teasing. Her selections were more tasteful and simple. _____________________________________ "Did you see one with glitter?" He had good taste, but sparkles and yellow were like a honey tree. It didn't matter how tacky he still aimed for it. _____________________________________ "No... but we can buy some glitter. It'll be like one of those macaroni crafts project they make you do in elementary school." temporarily forgetting her boyfriend didn't have a childhood and hadn't gone to elementary school and didn't make hideous crafts projects to present proudly to his parents. _____________________________________ "A what kind of project?" Greed didn't know what she was talking about. He'd never got to play in glitter and glue like a child. _____________________________________ "You know, in like first grade when you make a frame out of popsicle sticks and macaroni and dump too much glue and glitter on it--" she finally looked at him instead of the frames and immediately stopped talking. "Oh." she said with slightly wide eyes, remembering that he didn't get any of these things. "Umm.." she took his arm, hugging it as she said, "When you're a kid in school, they do these arts and crafts projects. So instead of buying a frame, you'd make one. Or well, you can buy a frame but then sorta dress it up yourself. It's called DIY -- do it yourself projects, also known as crafts." she showed him the frame she had, "See like with this I could buy a paintbrush and white paint and blue paint and paint it how I like, them maybe add some sparkles and some stickers or whatever I want." _____________________________________ He was super interested. He'd had jobs, dabbled in just about everything, but he hadn't made anything like that. He had never jumped into crafts, but it was as if she revealed some big secret he didn't know anything about. His eyes twinkled and that big smile grew.
"Let's get some glue and glitter!" He could have bounced across the store looking for whatever he could to put in "his" frame. _____________________________________ She grinned and they went to that aisle, "Okay... this is the right kinda glue. But what kinda glitter? We got gold powder glitter, we got rainbow metal sparkles, we have shiny gold chunks... lots of choices and you only have two frames." the aisle had a lot of other stuff but glitter and glue was a good start. _____________________________________ Greed packed his arms with a few other essentials to add to their collection of picture frames. Zoe had the pictures and his arm when they made it back to the hotel with the food that had been picked up. He deposited everything into the bed, ridiculously excited to start "making" this diy project. He took off his jacket, shoes and pants, left in his boxers abs Zoe's instruction. He pulled out the gold chunk glitter. "It looks like your fingers." _____________________________________ She took off her shoes and sat down with him on the bed, the top sheet would get dirty but oh well, they were at a hotel, they had aundry service. She put the pictures on the side table and opened a box of their food as he set up. "Okay so you take the picture frame you want to dress up and then you dab glue on the frame part, not the glass, but dab just a little and then shake on the first type of glitter you want.. and if you do it this way then dab moreglue next to the glitter patches, you can put another type of glitter on it. Or you can just go crazy and cover each side with glue one at a time and dump whatever you want. That's the fun part!" _____________________________________ His frame was choked in glitter. He didn't know how to dust it, dumping the gold flecks felt more dangerous. The glue had dried up on his fingers which he peeled back with amazement. It was like peeling skin off.
When he was done with his project he had glitter bombed the bed. Wiggling his fingers he held up his masterpiece. _____________________________________ Zoe brushed her black four square picture frame lightly with glue and then dusted some fine silver powder on it so it twinkled but wasn't overpowering. She grinned as Greed showed his off. He looked adorable with some scruff on his face, glue on his hands, glitter all over, and holding up an ugly frame with all the pride of a five year old while in his boxers. "It's beautiful." she said and grabbed her phone to take a picture of the momentous occasion.