Zoe (history_repeats) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2014-05-11 19:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | greed, zoe hansen |
WHO: Greed & Zoe
WHEN: Saturday & Sunday
WHERE: Greed's apartment, Church
WHAT: Having to clean up Greed's apartment
WARNING: Dancing in Church
Greed had avoided the cleaning up of his apartment for the whole evening since he'd gotten home from work. He wasn't ready to fight Zoe over this because it was hard enough to think about. She was going to have to convince him that there was a reason some things were worth letting go.
He'd slept in that morning even as she padded into the kitchen. When one had to let go of things, it became a very distressing situation. They hadn't even touched anything and he felt like he was going to have a heart attack. When she came back into the bedroom he hid himself under the comforter. If he hid maybe she wouldn't see him. He knew they had to do something or he'd lose his entire apartment and that would be far worse than letting go of a penis shaped cake pan.
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Zoe was tired of arguing with Greed and had set a firm time to get his apartment in order. She had woken up and he gave her little resistance, so she got ready, putting on a pair of shorts and a black top. She made some breakfast and crunched on a piece of bacon as she tried to get Greed to wake up again but he acted like a five year old and hid under the covers. "Chance! Come on, are you serious, get uppppppp..." she shook his lumpy body under the comforter, smacking the spot where his butt was at.
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He grunted and moved when she pushed him around, growling at the air when she smacked his ass. "I'm sleeping go away." He wasn't ready for this. He wasn't! He'd put it off the night before because he was tired. Now it was morning and he really couldn't use that excuse anymore. It wasn't a worthy excuse. "Are you eating on my expensive bedsheets?" he squeeled. That too would be gone if he lost this apartment and had to live out of a cardboard box with Sloth.
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She huffed, "Chance! Move your tooshie!" she shoved at him again. She wrinkled her nose, "I'm eating with my mouth. It's bacon." she put her knees on the mattress and said in a tempting voice, "Do you want some bacon....? Hmmm? It's yummy... all you have to do is get up...."
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"There's a big ass bed! I am not moving!" his voice muffled under the covers as he tried to cuddle them around him and not pay attention to the fact she might get crumbs in his bed. "No. I'm not hungry." He knew where this was headed. He didn't want any part of it.
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"Ugh! Chance!" she threw up her hands, "It's like you're a giant five year old! I am getting you out of this bed right now." she pushed against him making a sound of strain but he was like rock and she was tiny. She stopped, out of breath and then tried again, one hand pushing against his butt and his back as she made another sound of exertion.
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"Stop it!" he shuffled around again to get comfortable after she had tried to push a boulder off a feather mattress. "Are you done trying to shove me off the bed?" Because he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He'd just stay in bed all damn day if it meant he didn't have to decipher what needed to be thrown out.
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"Yes but only because I can't move your big butt." she scooted closer to him and smacked his ass again. She sighed and thought about how to get him up. Her lips twitched, she had an idea. She knew food and skin wouldn't get him up, she wasn't going to even try.... she patted his lumpy form and got up off the bed, "Okay, fine, you win, I give up, you can just stay there. But I am going to start cleaning up and rearranging and organizing and oh!" she put her hands on her cheeks in mock exaggeration, "I hope I don't mess up any sort of system that might be in place....." he could either help her or let her do it herself but if he let her do it, he might end up losing more than he liked.
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The blanket was flung over showing off her fluffy-haired puppy of a boyfriend who looked ready to strike. "You are not touching anything without my say-so." Was she serious?
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She put her hands on her hips, "I told you, and you agreed that we were going to get this place up to code today. So. Either I do it myself OR you get your butt out of bed and help me. Either way, it's gonna get done, there is a deadline." and she wasn't willing to see him lose his apartment, especially not after she gave up her locket so he could keep it.
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"That was before I knew I'd actually have to move shit.....I don't even have trash bags...." Though knowing Zoe she had actually come prepared. He didn't want to think about this, it was draining him already like his legs had been cut off. He knew he had a deadline...he just didn't want to face it. He could man up about a lot of things, but this wasn't one of them.
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She smiled triumphantly, "I have bags and I talked to management, they have an entire room in the storage area that is filled with boxes we can use." she knew this was painful for him so moved closer, sitting on the bed and leaning in to give him a kiss, "I know this is hard.. but we're going to get through it together, okay?"
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He took a deep breath trying to actually get some oxygen in his lungs because they were ripping it away with the thoughts of trashing anything in this apartment. "Where do we start...." The kitchen was probably the worst with the piles of junk mail and magazines. At least the bedroom and entertainment rooms had things that could be put in storage as opposed to daily mail. "I still haven't gotten my publisher's clearing house."
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She gave him another kiss and got up to help him off the bed by tugging on his hands, "Publisher's Clearing House wouldn't be able to find you in this apartment if they did arrive with the check..." when she got him to his feet, she said, "We can start with any room you want as long as you pick one."
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"So they can just slide the check right under the door. Perfect and non-evasive." He grumbled as she walked him around the room and he slid on a t-shirt from the floor. "I guess the kitchen...." it was the room he was in the least except when she was over or he wanted tea. Otherwise it wasn't his most popular room in the house.
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"C'mon grumpypants..." she took his arm and put it around her neck, hanging on to it as she walked with him into the kitchen. She sighed as she looked at the glorified storage area, "Okay so.... all this junk mail. How come you hang on to it?"
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"It has my name on it." He had a stack of magazines he'd probably not looked at since the day they came in the mail. The coupons, flyers, none of it were really relevant except that it had his name on it. Some of it may have even been the next door neighbors. He watched her carefully because he knew she would have that bag ready to toss. "Ohhh and that one, it's some sweepstakes thing..." he waved the card which had a fake car key taped to it instructing him to come to a car lot and be one of hundreds to see if he was the winner of a big black truck. He didn't have a truck. He needed a truck.
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She flipped through the stack and it was mind boggling, "All of this just because it has your name on it....?" she waved the sweepstakes card, "This is expired. You'd know that if you'd opened it." and she added in a mumble, "Or threw it away like a normal person.." she sighed and looked at him, "And you don't want to get rid of any of it? Even if it meant more space to keep stuff that you like more than junk mail?"
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"No it's not----" he grabbed it from her hand, but sure enough it had expired months ago. "I wanted a big black truck...damn it!" He threw it on the floor where it flitted down, but before it reached the floor he'd snatched onto it again wondering if that little key fit into anything else. "Room for other stuff?" He liked the sound of that.
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She looked at him as if she was thinking it was a wonder how he could be so cute and so clueless. She yoinked the expired card out of his hand and said, "Yes. Like... the notice said you can only have a certain amount of stuff in the apartment, right? So... if you keep...." she looked around and picked up the stack of junk mail, "...this. Then you won't be able to keep...." she cocked her head over to the side, "That microwave. It's just like real life, you sometimes have to let go to make way for better things."
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"Why would you take the microwave? I use that." He pouted picking up another stack of junk mail and looking through it. He had a lot more to go through, but he was digging into this like he had all the time in the world. In reality it all needed to be thrown before he changed his mind. She would do well to trash things and then get it out of his sight so it wasn't there to tempt him again. If it were up to anyone else they'd just torch the place like Lucy had done so long ago.
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"Chance! I'm using it as an example." she took the junk mail out of his hands before he got lost for hours just organizing it. "Listen to me, some of this stuff will have to get trashed in order to keep the stuff you really want. So we're going to do it this way, for every thing you say YES to keep, you're going to have to pick one thing to throw. Okay?" she didn't wait for him to agree, just held up the pile of junk mail, "Starting with this. Keep or throw?"
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"Okay, okay, throw...." the word took a long time to come out. He needed a seat after watching her toss it into the trash bag. Before he knew it he could see a whole chunk of table. He hadn't seen thst table in months.
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She smiled, "Great!" and tossed all the junk mail in the trash... all the piles of it, the trash bag was more than half full with it which boggled her mind. She leaned down and kissed his cheek, "Magazines next. You have... a ton of subscriptions. So I was thinking maybe we can toss the ones that you don't have any interest in, and keep the ones you do? Like.... GQ to keep. But Fly Fishing no?" and she held up the magazines she was talking about tho behind her there were stacks and stacks more probably from the time he first moved in.
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"I might flyfish one day, you don't know!" The changes were pretty slim though. "I bought a flyfishing rod once," it was why they kept filling his mailbox. The only useful thing it had at the moment was wrapping around Derek's neck. "You gonna take my playboy away too?" He started through the stack. Better Homes and Gardens was the neighbors mail. It didnt even have his name on it, so he slapped it onto the floor with the rest she didnt think he needed. "Think the mailman got confused."
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"I do know. You hate the water. And boats." she said while throwing up her hand. "I won't take your anything away. But if you keep playboy, then you toss fly fishing. If you keep something, you toss something. Same rules." she spotted how the better homes and gardens weren't his and gave him a look, "The mailman. Right." as if she didn't know her boyfriend was a klepto thief.
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So far his stack of GQ and playboy was considerably smaller than the stack of magazines that weren't even his. "The old lady next door dropped her mail once." Sometimes it wasn't even of the items benefited him, sometimes he just went on binges---a lot like his shopping habits. Once they were through magazines there were the packages that had come through those 1-800 infomercials. Some, most not even opened.
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Anything he decided not to keep was quickly put in the trash bag. Out of sight. Out of mind. But she kept an eye on him, she wouldn't put it past him to try to sneak the stuff back out of the bag. "Uh huh. Right into your hands I'm sure. Many many times." The magazines were a small neat stack happily, she didn't even care about the playboy. She gave him another kiss and then looked at all the boxes. "Okay... so trashed the junk mail and got to keep the magazines. Pick one of these you want to keep, and one to toss. AND... I don't know why you have multiples of things.." she said with a frown as she picked up two identical dust busters.
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"Double the dust? This place is pretty big." But no, Greed had a habit of buying more than one thing just because that's who he was. One just wasn't enough unless it was the genuine article, one of a kind. Like Zoe.
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She shook the dusters side to side, "That would make sense if you actually used them." she gave him a look, "Which you don't. So another thing we'll add is if you have more than one of it, it goes. AND depending on what it is, you can store the extra one in storage. If you have space. But if you do pick something for storage, it still counts as keep so you have to toss something. So. If you want both these dusters, you gotta pick two other things to get rid of." she wasn't going to let him get away with saying that alll the dusters were the same so they should count as one. She knew his tricks.
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She started for an unopened box and he grabbed it. "Those are my new skull knife set." Those had to stay! He supposed for them hed give up the assload of feather dusters.
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She put her hands up as he went for her like a mama bear protecting her cubs, "Okay okay, why don't we OPEN it and put the knives in the utensil drawer? And it'll give us a chance to get rid of whatever you've jammed in there. Since you're keeping these..." and she went to the drawer.
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"But the knives go in the skull!" He didn't realize tho this was a way to get him to clean out all the drawers. The kitchen was full of things he could let go. Triple sets of platewear. One of his dirt devils, scrub brushes and big stuff like the obnoxious infomercial items he would never ever use. Broken stuff was an automatic out. It wasn't of any benefit to him. That was something he felt Zoe tried to remind him. It was all in how she worded it that it signaled in his head this was okay. Eventually the kitchen represented the kitchen it was when he first moved in. It was middle of the afternoon before they moved around the house. The bedroom would be the hardest because of his closet. Luckily for him most everything in here now was all new. The things he'd had destroyed in the fire before we're irreplaceable. They were older. Everything in this apartment didnt have the longevity of his other things. So the attachment wasnt quite as great.
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Zoe's mind was blown by how much crap he'd managed to stuff into his apartment. It was way more than she thought could even fit. She had to fight him on some stuff, using logic and the right words to get him to let go, the dumpster for his building was already overflowing and there were stacks of boxes in teh living room all meant for storage. She sat down exhausted but not ready to even come close to quitting and then she had a thought as she looked at him, "Chance...." she asked in that tone of voice you use when you suspect a kid of doing something naughty, "Do you have stuff hidden under the couch and bed and like behind things as well...." because it just occurred to her that she hadn't checked those areas.
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He was laid out on the couch, emotionally drained by all this. He didn't want to do it anymore about every ten minutes he whined but she forced him to keep it up. There were few items he'd dragged out of storage units (there was actually a list of where and what storage bin it was in that Poseidon hadn't had turned over to the state). Most that were were decorative pieces. Lamps, unique wall art, things that had been worth hanging onto. He leaped up from the couch, pulling out a piece of framed art and hugging it to his chest. "I might," which for Zoe was a big fat yes.
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Zoe groaned, "Chance, I feel like I'm ready for cage fighting after this.." she had to practically wrestle items away from him. She sighed, "Okay, you need to show me all your little hidey holes in this apartment and we need to go through that stuff too." she pointed at the art he was clutching to his chest, "Starting with that."
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"I'm keeping this! It's vintage." He loved the colors, it was a fun time, he wasn't letting that go. He handed it over cautiously, but not everything in hiding was this salvageable.
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She took it and looked it over, "This is pretty cool..." she set it to the side, "It'll go in the keep pile. Though if you aren't going to hang it up, you might wanna put it in storage." she went over to him and put her arms around his middle to bring him to her, "Before you show me your other hiding spots, can you please give me a kiss so I don't think you hate me?"
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He had places to hang it he just hadnt done it yet. "No, I wanna hang it up..." This was one thing that could drain him, she was finding out why this was so difficult. He let her squeeze him leaning his head down to give her a kiss. "I don't hate you yet. This is hard." He hadn't cried over anything yet, so it was a positive sign.
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"Then we'll find a place for it." She took the kiss and returned it sweetly, "Yet." the day was young. She put her head on his chest and cuddled him, "I know it is but this way you'll get to keep your apartment and that's the big picture. Remember how not destroying Derek was hard? But the big picture is getting your promotion."
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"Couldn't I just buy the whole apartment complex? Instant storage and right outside my door." He already had one of the biggest spaces available. He exhaled a whine. "Yes, but the look on his face walking out of the restroom was worth not strangling him." Zoe's bathroom makeout session was successful on quite a few accounts, whether or not she'd been comfortable with it. Sex that night had been one of firsts in the backseat of his car.
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She laughed, "You could if you had the money but then you wouldn't be able to buy STUFF to put into it because you'd be broke." she blushed and buried her face in his shirt when he brought up the bathroom, "Yes, well, um.. yeah. So..." she cleared her throat, "..it just makes my point." somehow. She couldn't remember.
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"And the car....did you forget that?" He was trying to divert this cleaning business as long as he could get away with it. When she caught on, he'd be back to whining and stomping his feet.
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"Noooo.. I didn't forget." she said with a grin as she looked up at him and pulled on his t-shirt as she stood on tiptoe to give him a kiss. Some energy and sweetness before she'd drag him back into the mess.
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"We get to do that again?" She had suddenly pulled him back to cleaning up, so Greed dragged his feet because obviously embarrassment wasn't going to work. She was determined to get through this whole apartment. "Zoeeeeeee can't we take a break. Sit on the couch. Makeout?" This was not very fun.
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"Maybe. If we finish cleaning." he was not going to distract her, she was on a mission. She took his hand and tugged him along even as he whined, "Channnnnnnnnce, if we take a break, you won't get back up again." she looked at him, "How about a deal? We'll split the room into four parts, after each part we clean, including what you hid, we get to make out for a few minutes?"
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He shuffled around at first just rearranging things but Zoe was hot on his case to be sure he actually threw shit out. Even under the couch. After about fifteen minutes he just sat on the floor. "Can we make out yet?"
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She made a frustrated noise and threw her hands up as she walked over to him. This was going to take days if he kept this up. She put her hands on her hips and stood in front of him. Okay, he liked games and deals... she tapped her foot and then raised her brow as she looked down at him, "Okay, lightning round. Put five things in the throwaway pile and we can makeout for.. thirty seconds." she was lowballing him because he loved to barter.
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"One minute," he countered. Thirty seconds was nothing. That was wasn't enough time for him to taste anything. He liked deals but he was a salesman.
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She knew he'd do that but she made a big sigh, "Fine... one minute." but she held up a finger, "Six items then tho." and raised a brow as she looked down at him, one hand still on her hip. She learned from the best.
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She wasn't making this easy. Damn this girl. "Fine!" He growled. After digging under the sofa he threw out aux items, including a snuggie that he'd ordered in Star Wars print but gotten Sponge Bob. It hasn't been what he'd really wanted which was why it was stuffed under the couch. When he was done he looked up at her expectantly. Where was his make out session?
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She watched wide eyed as he quickly got rid of six things. She laughed and then literally pounced on him on the floor, her arms going around his neck as she fell in his lap, "Now that's more like it." though she was talking about how fast he cleaned up just then.
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She could totally manipulate him with the promise of kisses. This was something he wanted to get in return. His fingers skimmed over her bare shoulders and down her back. "Where's my kiss?" He'd been a good boy and he needed something to remind him he wasn't throwing out everything.
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She twisted her lips to the side as he demanded his kiss and gave him a look, "One minute. And for every second you go over, you toss out... three more things." it was a high price but she wanted him to stick to the rules, which he never did. So at least she could get more cleaning out of it. She turned in his lap so her legs were on either side of him and she was facing him. Her lips hovering over his.
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He would go over his one minute. It was the inevitable price of being greedy. She just didn't understand how much he needed that mouth. He commended her for wearing shorts because his hands had somewhere to hold on. Those legs were good for groping. He didn't wait for her to give him the kiss, he just took it.
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Many many kisses and tossing of stuff later, they went to bed, exhausted. The next day, they'd wake up to a much much tidier bedroom of Greed's, his closet was even trimmed, but most of the stuff stayed, but otherwise the place looked like when he'd first moved into it. Zoe wore lacy girl boxers to bed to help with his pouting and a long sleeved top that was practically see through. But she had on a bandini underneath.
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Greed was emotionally and physically torn. All that stuff was going to be gone once they gave it to the garbage man. She had threaded many things to help him let go a little easier, her writes had been fancy, but it was still taxing.
He shuffled in his space, hugging his face to the sheer material of her shirt. Did he open his eyes yet? He hadnt even looked at the room since they took out the trash.
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Zoe wrapped her arms tightly around him and kissed his head every now and then, just rubbing his back soothingly like his best friend had died. In a way, all his stuff was part of him so she knew this was really hard. She'd let him stay in bed for as long as he wanted (or until the afternoon) but eventually she'd need to get him up.
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"Do we have to throw it all away?" It was the millionth time he'd actually asked her, but, it was necessary. She had to keep reminding him that it was important or he was going to lose his home. Once that happened he'd be at the mercy of his siblings and Greed enjoyed this life on his own without them intervening.
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"No." she kissed his head again, "We don't have to. You can keep all of it.. BUT then you lose your apartment. You have to decide what's more important to you." she wasn't going to put her foot down, she didn't want him to blame her that she made him. He had to see that the choice was his.
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"This is hard...." he buried his face into her chest again, not like a child, just hiding. He still didn't want to look yet, he wasn't ready to see a clean, nearly empty apartment. To Greed the glass was always half full, he needed it to be completely full.
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"I know..." she said softly and ran a hand through his hair, pressing another kiss to it. She thought about it and took a deep breath, "How about... I give you a shave, even though you look adorable with your scruff, and then... I'll go with you to church." she hated going to church, and she rarely went with him but she knew he loved it and he was very upset so she was willing to do this, she knew it was like a trip to disneyland for him.
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He looked up for that, an excited little boy. It was the equivalent of him seeing Mickey Mouse. "You would?" as if he didn't believe her, but with how much she hated going since that outing in Lithuania, he knew this was BIG. He leaned up to give her a kiss on the lips. That was enough to get him going and out of bed. Now the problem was finding the right outfit when everything had new places.
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She couldn't help but smile at how excited and happy he looked. She nodded with a sigh, "I know these last couple of days have been hard for you.. so yes. But, only after we are completely done here." she gave him a stern look which was ruined by the smooch. She just kinda lay there as he bounded around, well at least he was happy..
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"You mean we have to dump things first?" He looked around in his open closet like a lost puppy for a moment. He had to recalculate his brain to figure out where it all was. He'd even found something he'd gotten her months ago stashed away in a bag. It still had the tags on it and everything. Not everything Greed had ever came out of it's packaging. The kitchen had been a first dead giveaway to her on his binging habits.
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"Yeah, it'll be the reward for getting it all done." she sat up and sat cross legged as he sniffed around, admiring how cute he was. "It'll be great, quick like a bandaid, painful and awful and just finished so then you can enjoy church. They let people in with plaid, right?" because she had no nice clothes at his place.
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Greed shuffled through things with grunts of disapproval when he couldn't locate something. He had to learn his home all over again like a blind man in a new space. He'd gotten too used to it the way it was. Finally he found what he was looking for and held it up for her to see. "I think you'll look better in this." She'd seen a glimpse of it earlier but he'd not said what it was for, to her it just looked like clothes in a bag.
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She got off the bed hen he held up the pretty yellow wrap around dress. She walked over to look at it close up, "For me?" it was actually really lovely, knee length, very classy. "Where were you hiding it?" mainly because she didn't want him to be hiding anything else in the same spot. But she was very pleased with his choice.
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"You saw it earlier....I just didn't pull it out of the baggie....I actually got shoes here too somewhere...." She was trying to get him to not stash away things in his newly clean hidey holes, it was more important than he realized. To him he just felt naked and exposed in the bad kind of way.
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"Shoes too?" she asked as she held the dress up to her chest. Perfect size, of course. She draped the dress over her arm as he rummaged, "Chance, I love it, and Im very grateful for the dress and apparently shoes too but... where am I gonna keep it?" she could take it home of course, but she was sorta hinting at maybe getting a full drawer at his place, a tiny one, like the full drawer he had at hers. And now he actually had the space for it!
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He looked over his shoulder, cocking an eyebrow as he contemplated her question. "Maybe with the rest of the stuff," and he pulled out more from the bag that the dress had come from. All of it was still brand new off the rack. She didn't need to prod him too much, there was a drawer that was the perfect size to house all the stuff he'd bought....and maybe a little more.
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"You want me to keep it in the bag?" she asked incredulously. She looked at one of the drawers that they'd cleaned out, "Because you know.. there's enough stuff here to fit into that drawer.." she pointed at it, "And the rest of my stuff that I have here. And then in the future if you bought something for me, you wouldn't forget about it because it's stuffed in a bag somewhere, you could just come home and pop it into that drawer."
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She had a very relevant point. He supposed that's why she'd snuck that in----omg she was a sneaky little minx. He was contemplating this very seriously before dropping the clothes in and picking her up off her feet to twirl around. "You are a clever girlfriend." She had learned all her secrets from the best con-artist himself.
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She had a grin on her face cause she couldn't hide what she was trying to do and squealed with laughter when he picked her up and spun her around, "Wha? I was thinking of efficiency for you!" but she laughed again because they both knew exactly what she just did. "You're okay with it?" she asked to make sure as she looked down at him, her hands on his arms.
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He let her feet hit the ground to the soft, fuzzy carpet. "I think my girlfriend is learning how to play me...and I couldn't be more ecstatic." She was growing with him. He'd never had anyone to grow with him before because Greed hadn't had room to actually grow.
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Her mouth dropped open as she settled her hands on his shoulders and she said with a grin, "I didn't play you... maybe just a little." he seemed so happy and she was happy too, now they had equal-ish space at each other's place. She bounced up and tightened her arms around his neck to give him a big kiss.
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"Oh you so played me. You played me goooood," He kind of got lost in that kiss until he couldn't hold her up anymore. Sometimes her emotions literally put him through a cheese grater. Eventually there was nothing left by the time she shaved off a little here and there. "Now I got to pick out something suitable to match that dress." Church was all about good taste and looking sharp. As long as people had their eyes on him they didn't notice when he slipped money out of the offering tray.
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"You sound kinda turned on by it." she teased after the kiss ended. She reluctantly let him go though honestly sometimes she felt like she could just live in his arms. "Shouldn't be too hard, you only have a thousand outfits to choose from." he had more clothes and grooming products than she did. Probably three times as much.
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"I'm turned on by just about anything, should that be a surprise?" He chewed on his bottom lip letting her go long enough to fan a hand through his ties, picking out a shiny yellow that matched the sun-colored dress he'd gotten for her. His closet was big enough to be a room all on it's own but he still had a hard time making choices. The nice black blazer or pinstripe? Pinstripe did give him a more slimming edge. He laid the tie up against it with a successful smile.
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While he went through his clothes, she put her arms around his waist from behind and looked at his selections, "That's not a good thing to be turned on by just about anything." and because his bare skin an muscle was in her face, she gave a lovebite to his shoulderblade.
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"Says who?" He arched his back a little not expecting to feel teeth sinking in. "Now who's the one turned on? Taste good?" Damn the no pocket Virtue or this brand new clean closet room floor would be initiated like the bed had months ago. His teeth bit the air to mimic hers and encourage her to do it again.
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"Says me. What if you see chewed up gum? I'd be worried if it turned you on." she laughed softly, her face shielded by his torso since she was behind him, "I didn't say I was turned on. Just sampling the goods." she grinned when he bit the air and chomped her teeth in a line down the upper muscle of his back, "Tastes like candy. Man candy." which is what he was.
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"Oh, then eat up." He growled softly as she decided to tread marks up his bare skin. He loved it. Completely worth all those fights and crazy girl emotions if he got this out of it all. A girl that a year ago would have never been so open. It was tasty as fucking hell.
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She laughed right against his skin and he'd feel her shift up as she stood on her tip toes, "I can't, I'm not tall enough." she dropped back down on her feet but not before giving another bite, this one having a bit of a nip to it.
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This time he growled and spun her around to face him, picking her up again so that her legs folded around him. "You're a fucking tease...." he nipped her nose, feeling that light sting on his back from her teeth. "Did you leave a mark?" He hoped so. The look on his face was clear adoration for this clearly amazing girl that despite cleaning his apartment from head to toe he couldn't hate. She was turning into a woman, not some toy or an object. His woman. A pedestal that had been previously taken over by Lust.
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She squealed with laughter again when he picked her up and she put her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. "Why thank you." taking the tease remark as a compliment. She really didn't consider herself one. She lifted her butt up to peek over his shoulder at the spot she bit him and rubbed it, "A tiny one.." it was reddish but she hadn't meant to bite hard. She looked back at him and instantly smiled because of the look on his face, she ran her knuckles over his scruffy cheek, "What?" she asked curiously.
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He nuzzled her nose with his own, a much softer approach than the bite. His kiss said the same. He'd learned well that he loved her laughter, loved her smile, loved that he was the one that gave it to her. The Derek's of the world could kiss his royal Sin ass. The adoration turned to a smug grin. "You're not the girl I first took you for." He'd taken her as a thing, not anymore.
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She closed her eyes at his eskimo kiss and she smiled after his lips left hers. Her eyes opened again and soft browns watched him and narrowed as she said in a teasing voice, "You're not the douchey playboy I first took you for." he had been so good looking and so charming, she knew he'd be a heartbreaker and he was. But he didn't move on to another girl, he didn't get bored. He was still here. Trying. Again and harder.
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"Oh? What am I then? Just a douchey sexpot?" His eyes ventured away from hers as his mind wondered into its own little space again. "Its like we're growing. I'm growing." He sounded a little lost because that was such a new feeling for him. He'd never been here before. "Are Sins supposed to do that?"
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"A sweet asshole." and she kissed him again. When he got that look on his face, she dropped her legs and her feet hit the floor but her arms stayed around him. They were growing. "I don't know about Sins but people are supposed to. So I think that definetely means you're pretty human."
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He nodded not sure he knew what to believe just yet. "Come on, weren't you going to give me a shave?" It distracted him from all those big boy feelings. He couldn't have those right now, not when he was about to throw out half his apartment.
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"Yes... I've never shaved a guy before tho. So this will be interesting." she unwound herself from him, knowing full well he didn't want to discuss the deep issues right now and that was okay. "Do you trust your face with my hand having a razor?"
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"You cut my hair okay. Does that count?" Yes he trusted her with his face. "You scratch me though and its on. This face is perfect. Can't go to church with toilet paper all over my face. It'll be like you shaving your legs. Just on my face." He took her hand to drag her into the bathroom, which was about as big as the closet. He used the shaving cream like a can of whipped topping which he ended up spraying more on her than his face because that was what grown men did.
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"Hair grows back, well.. I guess so does skin." she wrinkled her nose when he took her hand and led her into the bathroom, "I occasionally nick myself." she was being honest. She laughed and held her hands up when he got the cream on her, "I am not your face!" she made him sit down because that was the only way she'd be able to shave him. "No squirming and do not make me laugh or else I won't be held responsible." then she looked around for the razor.
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He didn't give her a hard time because he didn't want to look like a serial killer has gotten a hold of his face. Keeping quiet was extremely hard for him to do. So every time he opened his mouth to talk she stopped and started again. He could be quiet on his own, but even then Greed talked to himself.
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She tilted his chin up to scrape the razor under his jaw, all that beautiful scruff gone... "Shhhh or I'm gonna shave a C on your cheek." she said when he tried to say something. She moved his head back down and looked at him, "Go like this." and she made her top lip go longer because that part was the hardest to get into.
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"Are these the kind of faces girls make when they put on makeup?" He couldn't stop asking questions, butt had to when she shaved the upper lip or he was gonna lose his mouth. That would make him cry. His mouth was his second best asset.
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"When they shave their moustaches it is." she widened her eyes at him, "They do that when they put on mascara." she opened her mouth, "And that for lipstick." she scratched the razor along his top lip and then smiled, "Okay, now lemme see if I missed anything." she took a handtowel and wiped his face clean of the remaining foam.
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It always felt good to shave, like he was letting go of the beast. Maybe Lust had conditioned him, but Greed was fond of his clean, slick face. He looked in the mirror to seeher handiwork.
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"And to test the smoothness..." she leaned down and pressed her lips to his soft cheek, "Pass with flying colors.", her hand snaking around his neck to hang off his shoulder as he checked himself out.
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"Handsome devil." He kissed her lips dragging her into his arms. "What about you? Got any hair to get rid of?" Prickly was a turn off.
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She wrinkled her nose as he brought her into his arms, "If I did, I wouldn't be telling you about it." that was an whole nother level of weirdness. "Lemme go, I need to go get ready so I can sit in a big building where people will hate me for being with you. Yaaay." she said in a flat voice.
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"Legs, face---" he made a motion with his brows down, "nowhere?" He held on with a growly kiss. "Oh they dont hate you. Not everyone is a Derek."
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She smacked him repeatedly as he kept guessing hair on her, "Ohmygod, shut up." she whined and wriggled as he held on and smooched her, "People in Lithuania did. And I dont think this church will mind the fact you're white and I'm a mix as much as you're a Sin and I'm a mortal. And I know the super religious dislike you and don't understand why. Or did you forget that Priest?"
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"Priests really do get a little on the cranky side. I think it's all that sex they don't have. Whatdayou think? They probably take one look at you and go OMYGOD what have I been missing out on all these years? Nuns too. Those girls are frigid!" She probably didn't want to go down that road of questioning, not just before getting ready to go into a Catholic church for the better half of the morning.
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She covered her face with her hands, "Ohmygod... I don't want to think about priests getting horny over me!" she really didn't want to think about church in general and wriggled to get free.
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"Ugh...you're no fun," he let her go reluctantly to busy herself with her dress and he cleaned up, combed back his hair and put on his suit. He had the shirt undone, open by a few buttons as he handed over the tie for her to do her magic. There around his neck, which would be hidden once the yellow tie was looped around the shirt collar was the screwdriver she'd given him on a matching chain. He'd turned it into a necklace. They'd been so busy with everything else that he hadn't even remembered to actually show it to her.
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She donned on the yellow dress and brushed out her hair, looking pretty as a picture. She took the tie and was about to do up his shirt first when she spotted his new bling. She was surprised and picked up the shiny gold against his skin and light smattering of chest hair, "Is this...?"
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He was slipping his arms into his coat. "I picked that up the other day, before we ran into your crazy ass psycho ex." So he'd forgotten, but not because he'd been trying to keep it from her. The timing had just been all wrong. "That way I don't lose it and when you ask me if I have it....I do." It was better than slipping it into a desk drawer. This way it was pressed up against him reminding him she had the other half and she had given him her trust. He still was miles away from feeling he deserved it, but he was getting there.
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She fixed his collar and buttoned up his shirt so she could put the tie on him, she furrowed her brow, "Oh... I mean, I only asked that time because I wanted you to remember what it meant. I didn't mean to sound nagging." she misunderstood, to her it sounded like he did this necklace thing because he didn't want her to get mad if he lost it.
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"You think I thought it was nagging?" How dare she? "I don't want to lose it." It wasn't about her it was about him. It wad something more important than she was making it. Now he felt stupid for doing it.
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She looked at him in surprise mid tying the knot, "I... I mean, normally you hide things away when you don't want to lose them. I just.. I don't know, this means a lot to me." she raised her wrist that had the rose gold bracelet on it, "It's part of me... I didn't want you to feel like I expect that of you with the screwdriver... because we were talking about how you might not be ready for it yet..."
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"I am hiding it, close to me." He didn't like the snub, it was obvious in his tone. She may not have intended it the way he took it, but it seemed as if it was more important to her than it was to him. He took over her threading his tie. He'd finish it himself.
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She gave him a look when he kept misunderstanding her. She moved her hand up and took his so he couldn't finish the tie. Her eyes were on him and she said after taking a breath, "You surprised me that's all. This is a very... just tell me why you wanted it on you instead of hidden away." she refused to let him be huffy and avoid the conversation. But it was written on her face, she needed to know why this was different than the rest of his collection. She knew.. but she wanted to hear it as confirmation.
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"I wanted it close to me so I don't have to search for it when I need it. It's on me, close to me and no one can take it from me." He hadn't lost his huffiness, he didn't like being holed into a conversation he didn't want.
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She smiled and put her hands on his cheeks, "You're gonna wanna sit down for a second.." and she'd make him so she could lean in and give him a kiss that would take away his breath so he wouldn't have any left to be huffy. Her fingertips started to feel warm and only then did she break the kiss to finish tying his tie in the special knot, still smiling to herself.
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He sat with a very irritated scowl on his face. Why was she making this all about her?! Damnit. This was HIS now. She wasn't getting it back. Is that what she wanted? She wanted to take it back and say 'ooops, really didn't mean it'. By the time he could even ask the question she'd already knocked the wind right out of him.
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She did the snazzy knot on his tie, tugging it straight and smoothing out his shirt. She looked at him with a creased brow, knowing full well the kiss had short circuited his brain, "Were you gonna say something?"
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"I can't remember now." She left him in a puddle. He wasn't even sure he could stand up yet. He looked down at his bare feet. "I need my shoes."
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When they got to the church, Zoe was nervous. She stood outside looking up at it. It was so... big. And imposing. And scary. She wasn't religious... and she felt sort of like a fraud coming there. And she wasn't looking forward to the looks they were going to get. She groped blindly for Greed's hand.
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"It doesn't bite. Its just a building. Besides you look like a snuggly rabbit in a field of dandelions." This wasn't Lithuania, but he sensed her worry. He took her hand, squeezing it gently. "Afraid the old ladies are gonna want to wisk me away?"
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She smiled a bit at the very interesting and descriptive compliment he paid her and she felt better when he held her hand. She looked at him and nodded, saying sincerely, "Yes. And the old men too." priests tended to hate him if they weren't already corrupted.
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He led her inside the doors, the ceilings climbing high with colorful stain glass windows on the sides as they walked down the aisle. The pews were starting to fill in, a little old lady shuffling passed them in a hat bigger the width of her body. She looked at Greed with a sneer, patting Zoe on the shoulder. Clearly the poor g girl needed help, this guy reeked of trouble. So, Greed decided she was the perfect person to sit by just to make her uncomfortable.
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Zoe cringed at the lady's pat on her arm and moved closer to Greed. She sat on his other wise, not interested in the looks the lady kept shooting him or the pity looks she kept getting. She couldn't decide if this was worse or Lithuania was worse. Another fat old lady made a loud AHEM clearing of her throat as she moved into the pew, looking at Zoe's hand in Greed's. PDA's of the smallest kind were frowned upon in church. How this religion was considered loving was beyond her.
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When the fat lady looked over again, Greed made a gripping motion with his hand and slid it up and down. It was a lewd action, but enough of one for the woman to keep her eyes forward instead of on them. He kept his other hand clamped on Zoe's as the sermon started.
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Zoe smiled but turned her face in towards Greed, resting her head on his shoulder as he made the lady frown with his gesture. She opened her hand only to thread her fingers through his, feeling safe as long as she was by his side. She was bored within seconds when the man started preaching and started to become uncomfortable after a few minutes when she noticed something. She whispered to Greed, "Am I imagining it or does the preacher guy keep staring at us every twenty seconds....?"
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"He's not looking at you, he's looking at me." The speech quickly lost course and changed tempo. His voice carried a little louder, more intense, and his subject on sin. He seemed to get a little angry even as he talked in the hit topic. Greed couldn't help but have short outbursts of laughter. These were the kind of moments he liked seeing unfold in church because so many of them were hypocrites.
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She knew why the priest was looking at Greed but she put her chin on his shoulder and whispered, "Well you are pretty dashing." she put her head back on his shoulder, "Will he get mad if I take a nap while he talks?" she didn't enjoy hearing her boyfriend being blasted from this man who wore a robe.
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Greed kept making him uncomfortable, so the man did what most people did when they faced something they didn't understand---he lashed out in fear. This wasn't like Baptist churches, no dancing around the pulpit, this was more contained, but the speech was all over the board. Just speaking in circles about how bad sin was even in doses. Greed would like to being up his sister was fucking a Saint and see how he took that, he might have a heart attack right there.
The woman beside him looked over every time Greed snorted a laugh. To him this was a concert and he was just amused by the performance. He looked back up at the man who looked to be choking in his words now. He was red in the face, sweat coming down his temples, he couldn't catch a breath. So Greed helped him a little bit. He looked out to the congregation with quivering eyes. Greed could pull out what he'd been hiding, why Greed became so fearful to him. He saw himself in the mirror the Sin showed. Suddenly he just backed away from the pulpit, tripping over his own feet. His bible was stuffed with money, his office with gold pieces from inside the church. He'd been taking from the treasury for months because he needed a little money to help his medical bill. When that was paid off, he couldn't help but keep taking a little gee and there, shuffling numbers around to make it look good. Now he was fearful. Everyone was judging. They could see it couldn't they? The same way Greed did.
He made a run for it, leaving the gorgeous cathedral with a room full of confused people. All except Greed who'd found a way to cut his sermon short, just for Zoe. That and it was so entertaining fucking with people when he could dig inside them.
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Zoe watched curiously as the man sweated bullets and then simply ran off. That was really weird and a bunch of people in the crowd started whispering to each other about what it might be. Zoe whispered to Greed, "Was that supposed to happen..?"
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Greed switched his arms out with a yawn and put one around her shoulders. "No, but I see things. I just gave him a little push. It was getting a little long winded." He had super hero powers of persuasion.
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She didn't comment on him influencing the priest but she did see some old hateful faces turned in their direction, "So that's it? It's over? I don't think we're very welcome here..." she moved closer into his side, locking in like a puzzle piece.
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"Well that was exciting," he said turning to the lady with the big hat. "I don't think he's coming back." He pointed to the empty pulpit. "Nice hat," he was distracted by the gold feather hanging off the side. He want to touch it causing the woman to stagger back. Old women hated him and young women wanted in his pants. It was a very curious situation.
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Zoe watched the woman recoil and then looked at Greed, "You wanna show me around?" the church was big, there had to be more to it than just this front area with pews... and angry old people.
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"Don't think she fancies me even a little," he sandwiched his fingers together, getting up to show Zoe around. The art in there places was always pretty interesting.
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"She better not. You're mine." Zoe teased and put a hand on his lower back, eager to get away from prying eyes. When they moved down the pew, she whispered, "Why do you like coming to Church so much? I mean, if someone was going to be talking shit about me, I'd probably want to avoid that place."
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"Because I delight at times making others uncomfortable. They don't know why they don't like me, and shit I'm entertained. These cookes are some of the most sinful, it's like Christmas day. Everything is waiting fir me to unwrap them." Fir the guest tinge in a while he didn't mean that with dirty context.
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She frowned, not really understanding it. "I don't know.. it doesn't hurt your feelings?" she slipped her hand into his, not wanting to be left behind. It bothered her when people said shit about him and he knew it. Yes Greed was a sin and there were bad things but damnit there were good things too.
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"Not here no, its just amusing. I've been doing this for years." Church kinda felt like part of him in some way. It may nit make sense to her, but it made sense to him.
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She sighed, accepting it. She squeezed his hand, "Okay big head, show me around your domicile..." she smiled, she was curious. She'd never really been to churches much, even rarer inside, and never beyond the front.
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Greed liked the strain glass. Sometimes one could get lost in the little world they created. A million little facets and a million little stories. Except Greed wasn't always that deep, sometimes the art was just damn hysterical. He dragged her down all kinds of little corridors, swiping pamphlets and other oddball things she was sure to remind him would not collect on his newly cleaned dining table.
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Each time he picked up a new thing he didn't need, she gently reminded him, "Okay, you can have that pamphlet but then you're gonna have to get rid of a GQ." they had JUST cleaned the place up, it hadn't even been a day! She was not going to let him packrat right away. When they found their way to the back, there was a room with stained glass all on one side, the sun hitting it to cause a rainbow of colors on the floor. "How cool..." Zoe said and stepped into the light so the kaleidoscope of colors were reflected on her. She held her arms out and wiggled her fingers, the colors looking painted on her skin and dress and it amused her.
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"Now you're an Easter egg." He took her hand twirling her around in a slow waltz. He really did like dancing a lot more than he did these days. It was why clubs could be such an attraction. But like his bartering with her over his packrat habits and his clean apartment----there were some things worth keeping. She gave him sex now, so he'd forgive the club hopping after what happened at the con party.
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She laughed as he twirled her around and she ended up in his arms, in a soft dance. "We should dance more often.." she remarked as she watched the colors dance across his face. She liked dancing with him, not really like at clubs.. they were so full of Sin, he became more about the atmosphere than being with her.
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"We should otherwise my moves might dry up and I'll freak out. I should take you swing dancing sometime because I'm superb." Maybe that was a Pride thing to say, but when had any of the Sins not harbored as much of her as herself?
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She chuckled, "Your moves will never dry up and you know it. And I know nothing about swing dancing.." she moved even closer to him, "Besides, it's very energetic and I'm just looking for excuses to be in your arms." she gave him a cheeky smile.
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"You always need an excuse for these arms. And a few other things." He spun her again so her back was pressed against his chest. "No dirty dancing at all for you?" He kissed her cheek quickly twirling her out again before she had a chance to answer. "I know a million different moves. I can even ballroom dance."
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She looked to her shoulder when he pressed her back to his chest and smiled at the quick kiss. She opened her mouth to reply as he twirled her again, "I know you do.. dancing is like... being intimate. I don't know, I've never really done dirty dancing. Have I? Have we done dirty dancing?"
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"Maybe a little but not what I'd say is down and dirty and Patrick Swayze style." He laughed a little because this couldn't be more perfect. "This is what I go to church for. All the things I don't expect." He pulled her back to him again. "I could show you a few moves," which he was going to do anyway.
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Her mouth dropped open, "There's dirtier than the dancing we've done?" she raised a brow, "You've gotten prettttty handsy on the dancefloor before." she grinned when she was up against him, "You go to Church for dirty dancing?"
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"What else are hands for than to travel?" He kissed her neck, his nose skimming her cheek. "I come to church to be surprised." The kind of surprises he welcomed.
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"To write.. to make things.. to cook.. to eat..." she wriggled against him as he kissed her neck, the smile apparent in her voice, "You keep going down this road and the priest is gonna be in for a huuuuge surprise...." because she doubted that people canoodling in the back of a church was normal.
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"So much more fun to let the hands decide for themselves..." and they sailed down her sides with a little tug on the skirt of her dress. "Priests need porn too I'm sure..." He spun her again so that she was smacked against him, his body hugging hers like a glove.
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She jumped and fidgeted as his hands wandered and tugged at her dress and when she was pressed against him, she shook her head with a laugh, "If they need porn they can go down to the store and rent a porno, I recommend them some great ones starring MASON STEELE." clearly making fun of the name.
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"Who rents anymore? It's totally worth buying. I have the whole collection of his work." It was a smaller collection because he got bored after a while. "I think they might like Bitches and Commandos. That's a good one..." They were going to be stuck in a compromising position and the nuns were going to have something to talk about for months.
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She wrinkled her nose, "Were you the bitch?" but she was teasing again and he deserved it with his wandering hands. Her own were resting on his upper arms like a good little girl but were tempted to go further up..
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"They sure wanted to make me the bitch." He nibbled on her earlobe. She was being entirely too still, like she was contemplating her next move. He was handsome, he was in pinstripe, he had a fabulous haircut and lips waiting. So they were in a church, that was just a tiny detail. A building was a building.
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She gasped a little and smacked him a few times lightly, "Are you crazy...?" she asked in a hiss. She gave him a look, "You start doing.. that.. here.." she winced, "I don't want them to throw holy water on you or something." she didn't know how it worked, she just didn't want them to exorcise him or something.
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"I've had a bucket of holy water thrown on me once. It does nothing." She was entirely too prude. "The only one watching is the stain glass. Though, I could drag in an audience if you really want one."
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She put her arms around his neck, "Noooooo..." she eyed the stained glass, while pretty she asked, "Aren't there pictures of Saints or angels or something on the stained glass?" before he could answer she furrowed a brow and looked back at him, "An audience for what? Because you know this dress is staying on, no repeats of Wicked here."
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"Oh depriving the saints of your boobs? Rude. I know plenty of saints that have gotten more than just a show of boobs in the face." His sister and George were the more obvious pairing.
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She turned beet red and hid her face her in his neck as she held on to him, "Ohmgod! I don't want anyone seeing my boobs!" especially religious people, how embarrassing..
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"So then just show them to me. The Saints can wait their turn or find another set. I like these all to myself." He playfully gnawed at her neck when one of the nuns passed by with a cross look on her face. "This is a house of God," she reminded them, "not an entertainment service." Greed might as well have been sticking twenties down her dress in her eyes. She could see it on his face, his crude thoughts, his deceit. The woman looked at Greed as if he were a disease.
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She laughed and squealed lightly when he went to her neck, "No! You get to only have private viewing.." she immediately sobered up when they were caught and she nodded, "Sorry." and she removed one arm from around Greed's neck. But she hated the look on the nun's face. So judgemental. So hypcritical. Her now free arm went into his jacket and around his waist, her hand going down and pinching his butt since it was covered by his suit jacket. Yes, she grabbed her boyfriend's ass in front of a nun in a church.