WHO: Greed & Zoe WHEN: Friday WHERE: Park, Greed's apartment, Willard Inn WHAT: Impromptu road trip WARNING: Princesses
Zoe wore a navy blue sleeveless top with jeans and sat on a bench in the park licking an ice cream cone. It was a little nippy and that's when she wanted something cold, it was weird, sue her. She had on a bright yellow zebra scarf tho. She was reading a book in her lap, waiting for Greed to get off work. The days were getting longer so the weather was nice and that's why she was waiting here. That and she didn't want to run into Derek... okay so she was more hiding in the park while waiting for her boyfriend but Greed knew where to find her. _____________________________________ Greed whistled as he walked down into the park. The rose gold screwdriver was constantly pressed against him on its necklace chain so that Derek couldn't try to throw him a fast one. Either way, what the boy had seen at the play the other night hushed him up for a little while at least.
His whistle peeked up as he saw her seated in the bench, but he hustled our of her sight when she looked his way so he could sneak up behind her, only the smell of his cologne was a giveaway before he pounced her. _____________________________________ She looked up when she heard the whistling but didn't see anyone.. she swore she could smell Greed's cologne but-- she jumped when he pounced on her from behind and then let out a small laugh, "I thought you were a mugger. A very cute mugger." she said as she looked at him over her shoulder, still holding the ice cream cone with one hand. _____________________________________ He poked a finger into the sweet cream for a taste. "What're you reading?" He moved from behind to take a seat and swipe another finger full of ice cream. _____________________________________ She wrinkled her nose as he kept poking his finger in the ice cream, "No kiss hello, just an ice cream thief, rude." she licked the non-fondled side of the ice cream and showed him the cover of the coffee table book, "Historic churches in the United States. I don't really like what churches and religion in general stands for... but yours on Sunday was pretty.. so I thought I'd look up some other ones." _____________________________________ "There's a ton actually. We could go sometime, like a road trip?" He lunged for another taste of ice cream. "Lunch wasn't what I expected. They catered and gave me a limit. Who does that?" But Greed didn't need any new problems until Derek was gone. _____________________________________ She nodded, "I was thinking that.. there are some really beautiful old ones and we can go to some even you haven't seen. Maybe even drive down to Vermont one of these weekends, get out of the city." Away from Jonah and Derek and problems. She gave him a look, "MY ice cream." and licked it right in front of him. She knew he'd get pouty so said, "I'll trade you the rest of it for a kiss." since he still hadn't given her one. _____________________________________ He was about to protest, making a grab for the cone but missed when he heard she would give it away. That was a bargain he could make. So he made sure to make that kiss worth while because that was some damn good ice cream. _____________________________________ She yanked the cone back when he grabbed for it and smiled when he gave her the kiss, touching his cheek to prolong it for another second, "There, you big baby." she handed what was left of her ice cream over to him and pulled her scarf closer as she said, "So what do you think? Can stay at a hotel or a bed and breakfast place. Just you and me and the great out there for a weekend." she snuck a lick before he scarfed it all down. _____________________________________ "What did you have in mind?" He was curious about what she wanted, the more they did together. A few minutes after he asked what was left of the ice cream was gone. _____________________________________ She scooted towards him, lighting up that he asked her thoughts. She put half the open book in his lap and the other half on hers and flipped a few pages before landing on a very gothic looking church, she tapped the picture, "It's one of the oldest built and it's supposedly haunted. There's a story about a ghost that comes there on the same day every year. And I'm pretty sure it's where my dad was born too." she said and narrowed her eyes at the name, "Anyway, I thought it'd be nice if you and I could go check it out one weekend." she put her chin on his shoulder, "Get away from the city and all the people in it." _____________________________________ "How haunted?" He was curious. "I've always wanted to spend the night in a place like that." He had a feeling Zoe would be wrapped around him like a set of chains if they did such a thing. _____________________________________ "I don't know, there's only a blurb here. We can research it when we go home." she wrinkled her nose, "I didn't mean to spend the night inside the place!" she moved away from him a little, "That would so not be romantic or relaxing." she was trying to plan a couple's weekend away from stress and he wanted to play ghostbusters. _____________________________________ "What's not romantic about you clinging to me because you heard a rat cross the floor and think it's a ghost." He rubbed his hands together. "Ohhh I'd need to get all kinds of ghost hunting equipment. It would me amazing." _____________________________________ "Ew.... I don't want to sleep with rats!" she smacked his arm and sighed, "The church doesn't have rooms for rent, we'd have to rent a room somewhere and visit." she shook her head, "Maybe you can go ghost hunting with Wrath." she shuddered just thinking about it, she was not a horror girl. _____________________________________ "Wrath would scare them away," he joked. He liked his sister, doing things with her, but ghost hunting would be weird. Greed liked being able to be a man. "Ghosts are fun, come on." _____________________________________ She gave him a look, "I can't even get through a ghost movie and you want me to encounter a real one?" _____________________________________ "What's the worst it can do? Their shit around, make spooky noises?" Ghosts were not something to be afraid of. Just entities really, something he was really at the core. A idea in a contained form. _____________________________________ She put her hands on her hip and turned to look at him, "It doesn't matter, they're creepy and.. and.. stuff. What's in it for me if I go ghost hunting with you?" _____________________________________ "I dunno, how about you give me an offer. What do you want?" He wanted her to always have an opinion of what she wanted instead of letting him rail over her with just his desires. It gave him a challenge. _____________________________________ "Hmmm... well, there's really not much that you aren't up for. But.. how about we just give me one anything I want card in exchange for going ghostseeking with you?" she moved closer, leaning into him, "How's that sound?" _____________________________________ "Sounds like it better not be something as lame as making hand soap." He'd tried that one afternoon and it had receded badly. Soap could be lumpy right? He'd not been fond of that diy craft. His soap had looked like dried green raisins. Yellow didn't work as well as he'd hoped. _____________________________________ She fidgeted and a pink hit her cheeks as she looked at the book, "Um no, it's not making hand soap. Just.. you'll see. Whenever we go. Whenever you have time." and she closed the book, not feeling right about the religious building staring at her. _____________________________________ Greed rubbed a finger over her cheek once it tinted rosey pink. "What are you thinking about?" It had to be something good for her to blush. "Come on, give me a hint." _____________________________________ "Nothing!" she said quickly and leaned back to get him to stop molesting her cheek. When he asked for a hint, she eyed him and said, "It involves me and you and the privacy of a bedroom." there, that was all she was going to say. _____________________________________ "That could be you walking around in a bath towel too. So come on. Be a little more specific." He had to get something out of her. He always did try to wiggle things from her mind when she didn't want to give them. Her thoughts were his now too. _____________________________________ She raised her brows, "You know what, that's it. It was exactly that. Us walking around in bath towels. Can we please go and not have this conversation in a public park?" she stood up, anxious to go before he started to shout things at people passing by about their sex life. _____________________________________ "What about this conversation is not acceptable in public?" In Greed's world anything was acceptable. Considering this was about hotel rooms and bath towels he really didn't know what was so scandalous. _____________________________________ She grabbed his arm and pulled on it, "Nothing!" clearly she hadn't meant bath towels, "Come on, I just wanna get going. Then we can go home and plan for our trip. When do you have a weekend off?" she just wanted to move on from her precious 'anything i want' card he'd given her. _____________________________________ "Is you're mind in the gutter? Are you thinking about my amazing bedroom skills?" He could have said it a lot more crude, but she was already in a panic. _____________________________________ "No!" but a rush of pink hit her cheeks again. She dropped his arm and hid her face in the yellow scarf, a zebra print going across her nose and cheeks as her muffled voice said, "You're so mean, I'm walking that way." and she moved away from him. _____________________________________ He leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Are you thinking about my penis?" That pink was always a dead give away. "And I'm following you." He latched on to her hand dragging her close to him so her hip bounced off his. "You are thinking about my penis aren't you?" He stated more matter of factly. This time with a passerby. _____________________________________ She didn't reply at first and was tethered to him with his hand. She turned bright red as the passerby gave her a look and she smacked Greed's chest with her free hand, "I am not! Shut up.." she wriggled her hand to try to get free and away. _____________________________________ "You are, you so are. I don't blame you. It is pretty fantastic." He held on to her hand so she couldn't run off to hide in her embarrassment. "It's ok for you to admit it, don't be shy." He was teasing her mercifully, and it was great. _____________________________________ Her face was red betraying her thoughts but she smacked him again when he wouldn't let her go, "Neverrrr, I will never admit it." and she shook her head. _____________________________________ "So you can touch it, put your mouth on it, have it in you but cant possibly admit you're thinking about it or sex? Am missing something here?" He wasn't going to drop it. Hell no. _____________________________________ Her mouth dropped open as he rattled that list off, "Well, see if I touch it, put my mouth on it, or have it in me ever again." and she bumped him with her hip hard since he wouldn't let go of her hand. But she still didn't admit to thinking about it. _____________________________________ "We've been here before, that doesn't work. The moment I suck your face off or put a squirrel on my chin you totally jump my bones. So don't try to play that." She knew better than that. "So, I don't believe you." He stuck his tongue out and pulled her against his chest with her back flat against him. _____________________________________ She grinned because he was right... he was kinda irresistible. "Hey, sucking my face off isn't fair.." she looked down as he pressed her back against his chest and bit her bottom lip. She peeked at him from over her shoulder, "You got a little scruff going already..." he had a five o'clock shadow and it was easy to see that she liked it very much. _____________________________________ "Oh, I know. That little bit of squirrel makes you horny." He nipped at her nose, hugging her close. He was going to get her to admit it. _____________________________________ She grinned at his nip of her nose and shook her head looking straight forward as he kept her close, "Nuh uh. That's barely a squirrel paw." she was used to him cuddling her in public now, she liked it. _____________________________________ It was probably sickenly cute, like two teenagers that didn't know where and when to keep their hands to themselves. "It's enough of a squirrel to get you going. Just admit it." _____________________________________ She shook her head, her turn now to hold out like he had in the church. "Nope, nope, nope. I told you, never going to admit it." she leaned forward as if to try to get out of his hold, "Neverrrrr. And there's nothing you can do about it." though there was a good chance she'd cave within minutes. _____________________________________ "Mmmmm not convincing. Did you forget how horrible you are at lying?" He was one of the best. "You do realize you are insulting me don't you?" _____________________________________ She chuckled because she was horrible at lying. She wriggled against him, "I am not insulting you... I'm just saying I won't admit it." she put her arms over his around her middle, "It is gonna take a long time to get back to the car..." _____________________________________ "Maybe not right now, but you will." It was a gorgeous afternoon, like a little puppy Greed wanted to explore. There was too much out in the world to keep him locked up indoors all the time, so this would be a needed trip. _____________________________________ She squirmed and twisted in his arms till she was facing him, "Such a mean boyfriend." she kissed his scruffy chin staying against him, "Hey... do you wanna.. go this weekend?" she looked at him. It was completely spontaneous, and she was normally one to plan things but she was constantly looking around afraid Derek was going to pop up. She wanted to get away and spend some time with Greed where her mind wasn't split in two. _____________________________________ "I do believe I am available. In more ways than one." He bounced a little on his feet. "Are we exploring this weekend?" Away from dumbass ex boyfriends, family and just them. He was down. _____________________________________ She tugged on the collar of his shirt and nodded, "In more ways than one." and she gave him a mischievous look. "And since you have a drawer for me at your place, I think I have everything there for a weekend away, we don't even need to see Jonah's face. We can go right now." she'd text the virtue later and tell him she wouldn't be home this weekend, she was sure he'd be grateful. _____________________________________ "I always did have a thing for road trips....but....we are still ghosthunting right?" She hadn't marked that off the list yet had she because that was way too fun to just skip. He started to walk them back to the car, putting an arm around her shoulders. "You ever had sex in a graveyard? Read somewhere some author did that once, but I dunno." He was doing that thing again where his brain went off into an entirely different direction while still making sense in his mind. _____________________________________ She sighed, "Yes we can still go ghosthunting.. but not at night." she put an arm around his middle when his went around her shoulders and she gave him a look, "Okay, NO, I've never had sex in a graveyard and if WE had sex in a graveyard that'd be handy cause I'd have to bury you in it." since the whole without jonah or deadzones, her kisses were battery acid to his insides. _____________________________________ "I've told you before it would be worth it. Heart failure and all. You know male honey bees fuck the queen and die. They're sole purpose in life is to fuck. Of course their testicles explode in the process. Kinda gross---but totally seems worth it to go out with a bang." She wouldn't even have to bury him for long, he'd be back in a few days. _____________________________________ She looked cross and removed her arm from him, pulling away as they walked, "And I've told you before I don't like the idea of you dying at all. I don't care that you'd pop back up like a daisy." and she made a bursting motion with her hands, "You aren't a bee, you're my boyfriend." she stuffed her hands in her pocket. He may be the immortal but she didn't like thinking of him dying. _____________________________________ "I could be a bee, but I wouldn't want my testicles to explode." She always got a little on the crazy side when he talked about death by sex or him disappearing in general. Her defenses were up and he has to break them down. "So, where we going first once I pack us up?" She had the book, did she have map? _____________________________________ She muttered, "Maybe if they did, you wouldn't want death by sex all the time..." she still kept space between them as he tried to change the subject, "I have to look up the map and call the inn and see if they have rooms." tho she didn't sound like she wanted to be near him right now. _____________________________________ "Naw, I'd still want sex." He was a Sin, it was part of the whole natural order of things. As she started to explain the workings he pulled out his phone as they got into the car and headed to his apartment. "I'll make the reservations. Where is the inn?" _____________________________________ She gave him the name and address of the inn, it was an affordable one because she didn't want him spending a ton of cash but the name of the city might sound familiar to Greed. When they got to his place, she went to her drawer in his closet to pull out clothes to pack for the weekend trip. _____________________________________ Greed made all the arrangements while she got here stuff ready. He managed to talk and collect his own duffle. She had to watch him though our he'd stuff things in there he really didn't need and end up with more than theft could fit into the car. _____________________________________ She frowned and took the blender out of his duffle and put it back in the kitchen while he was still talking on the phone. That boy... she didn't know why they'd have a blender emergency. Other things like that had to be taken out too and despite it being a weekend getaway he still packed like they were going abroad for a week. The ride was long and it was already evening so she wondered if she could sneak a nap.. _____________________________________ Greed swindled his way through the conversation, getting the best deal and the most expensive room they had. He realized while reading online about this place that it sounded familiar. He'd been around a long time. This wouldn't be the first time He'd waltzed in like he owned the place. It would be the first time he went in it to use it for what it was instead of bootlegging.
When she grabbed the blender, he'd took replaced it with a captain america spatula. _____________________________________ She smacked him with the flat side of the spatula because he was a menace. And if she unpacked everything he was packing, they'd be there all night. When they got there, it wasn't even 11pm but she frowned, "This... did you take a wrong turn?" the place she'd told him to book was nowhere near as nice looking as this. _____________________________________ Greed somehow managed to sneak in the spatula anyway. When she wasn't looking he shoved it into her bag. He pulled over into the gravel lot. "It wasn't?" He spoke in a very unconvincing voice, "I must have typed in the wrong number." He had his reasons. There was shit stashed all over this place. _____________________________________ She gave him a look, "You aren't even trying to lie." she smacked his thigh, "Which I appreciate." she looked at the place when he stopped the car and said, "Just please tell me they know we're coming and we have an actual room booked here..." she new he had his reasons, he never did anything without a reason in his crazy brain. _____________________________________ "Nope not at all." He put the car in park and started unloading. "You think I spent an hour on the phone without the best room in the house?" She was delusional.
He dragged out the bags and led the way inside. It had been a long time since he'd been there, but he wasn't as slow as most, he didn't always have the memory of a goldfish. _____________________________________ She grabbed her own bag because it was the lightest and said, "An hour on the phone which means the inn owner is a woman. Who most likely thinks she'll be sharing the best room in the house with you tonight." even over the phone, Greed was a charmer. But she followed him in, kinda in awe of the place and trying to figure out why and how he chose it. _____________________________________ "Maybe. I didn't actually promise her anything." He'd schmoozed his way through and led the poor woman on. "You'll find out." Not only was Greed looking for ghosts, but he was on a treasure hunt. _____________________________________ She elbowed his side, "If I find out you're giving her anything more than a smile, then I might have to not promise anything to the bellboy. I am not sleeping alone tonight, your option if you wanna be my bed buddy." two could play that game tho they both knew they'd be tangled with each other in their own room. She was a bit anxious tho.. she wanted to know Greed's secret. _____________________________________ "What you think I'm gonna just drop my pants with you right here? I'll wait till midnight." Though it was already nearing the next day once they settled into the room. "It was a nice spacious room, it catered to the Victorian aristocratic side of him. He plopped the bags down and immediately started to investigate up see what had changed since he was last here. _____________________________________ She laughed, "If I said yes, you so would drop your pants right here." once she put her bag down, she looked at him like a puppy sniffing the surroundings and shook her head. Sometimes she wondered how she got into a relationship with a golden retriever. She opened her bag and made an ugh noise as she took out the spatula. She walked over to him and smacked him on the butt with the flat side hard enough to get his attention. _____________________________________ "I would and you would love it." His hands skimmed across the dresser, pulling it back from the wall. He was on a mission, totally in the zone until she swatted him. "Hey!" He rubbed his afflicted ass cheeks. Now he was sure to have Capitan America's face burned on his ass. _____________________________________ She waved the spatula at him, "See, if you hadn't snuck this back into the luggage, I wouldn't have had it to smack your butt with." she narrowed her eyes, "What're you up to?" she tapped the spatula head into the open palm of her hand a few times as if debating spanking the answer out of him. _____________________________________ "Maybe I expected you to like smacking me." He wiggled a brow but went right back to investigating the room. He moved the dresser down a few inches and went to tapping the wall. Where had he put that thing? He made a shushing motion with his finger. "I'm looking for something." _____________________________________ She smacked him again just as hard on his butt, "Hey, I am kinda liking this." she said with a grin when he'd jump, "Can you tell me what exactly you're looking for?" because of course he wouldn't bring her here just because it was romantic. _____________________________________ Greed shushed her again as he pulled out all the furniture from the wall and continued to look for where in the wall he'd stashed it. "I'll tell you when I find it." She kept popping his ass. "You're going to leave a mark." He said it with a look that said he liked it. _____________________________________ She smacked his butt one more time and then gave him a look, "Oh dear God, you're getting turned on by it.." she smacked him again for good measure and then threw the spatula on the table like it was a snake and sat down in a chair he hadn't molested yet. _____________________________________ "I told you before I like getting spanked. Pain and pleasure runs hand in hand." He looked over his shoulder when she sat down. "Why'd you stop?" He got his hands on another chair and jiggled it tapping on the floor where it sat with the heel of his shoe. He had so many hiding places he just needed some time to remember. _____________________________________ "Take a wild guess!" she poked his butt with her foot that just had socks on them, "Pain and pleasure might run hand in hand to you, but they are two opposites to me. Sometimes a tiny bit of it is nice and you are kinda... attractive when you're rough but not mean. Mean is a kinda pain that is never pleasurable." she kept watching him and asked, "Can I help?" since he might end up tearing the room apart. _____________________________________ "Rough is fun..." He was only half listening as he went on this quest to locate lost treasure he'd squirreled away. He stopped to tap his chin, hands on his hip as he tried to remember. He went over to the bed, flopping on it first and then he jumped up like lightening. He looked like a crazy man as he shoved the bed down a few feet. Even more strange was the way he petted the floorboards until he found one with a little nic on the edge. "Hand me my keyring." He needed something to pry it up. _____________________________________ She watched him like he was a madman, her brows going up then down and then up again as he bounced around. But she was curious so she hopped to her feet and grabbed his keys, "Yes, doctor." because he sounded like one of those surgeons on a soap opera. She walked over and handed them to him but stuck around to see what he was doing. _____________________________________ He was completely in his own element as he took the keys to jam into the side of the board and pretty it up. He'd stuck it down go.I'd because loose floorboards were always a dead give away. Once he'd gotten it propped up enough he wiggled it loose. His whole arm could reach down in before he pulled out a wooden box and sat down on the floor like a child under a Christmas tree. _____________________________________ She didn't know what she expected but she put her hands on his shoulders from behind as he pried up the board and pulled out a cool looking box. Her mouth dropped open, she didn't know why she was surprised he had something there, "So that's why you picked this place.." she sat down next to him, leaning in so her cheek was touching his shoulder and she looked at him, "What's in it...?" she wondered if he even remembered. _____________________________________ It was his own little treasure chest full of trinkets. Jewelry mostly that were heirlooms. But, there was also a tiara. It may not have had diamonds, butt it was still an expensive piece. _____________________________________ Her mouth dropped open again at all the sparklies, "This must be heaven for you..." she murmured... but she knew better than to touch any of it so she just wrapped her arm around his as they sat there in front of the twinkling stolen treasure like it was a romantic fireplace. _____________________________________ "I knew I had this stashed somewhere. It's pretty isn't it?" He wanted reassurance that he had saved something worthwhile. After they ransacked his apartment, he needed something old to show off the kinds of things he was good taking. _____________________________________ "It's gorgeous. Put it on." she said with a grin, he'd look good in a tiara. "Where did you get it from?" she knew he stole it but a piece like that had history. _____________________________________ She may have meant him, but he saddled the tiara on her head. With the low lit lights, it sparkled when she turned a certain way. "From a royal. I had her dress up over her head, it was an easy steal." _____________________________________ Her mouth formed a perfect little O when he put the tiara on her head, it was unexpected. Her head dipped and she looked upwards and then giggled a little, "First time I'm wearing a tiara... I feel like a princess. How do I look?" _____________________________________ "You make a better princess than she did." Greed fluffed her hair, settling it around on her shoulders. "Now, you can't keep it. But it does look good on you." He pulled out the necklace next, putting that around her neck. _____________________________________ Her features softened when he paid her such a compliment and she looked in awe at the necklace, "I gotta say, I can see the appeal of tiaras. I need to find a way to become a princess so I can snag one of these and wear it every day. Doing the laundry, going grocery shopping, just the usual with my sparkly headpiece." she looked down at her shirt and said, "I feel so improperly dressed.." but she looked like she was having a blast with him dressing her up. _____________________________________ "I might have something..." if the moth balls and age hadn't ripped it all up. "There's another box in here somewhere..." He got up starting the same process of searching the room. She knew better than to think he had only one box hidden. _____________________________________ She raised her brows, "Don't tell you me you got her ball gown cause I'm pretty sure someone woud have noticed that by now..." but she watched him scurry around. _____________________________________ "I might. And it might just be your color." He waltzed around the room in a dance until he pushed the dresser back a few feet where it had been in the first place before he pulled up another few wedged in boards with another wooden box that was at least three times larger. Inside was a dress a men's jacket, top hat and bowtie. He put on the hat and tie. "How do I look?" They were just kids playing dress up. _____________________________________ She laughed when he had another hideyhole in the same room. She grinned as he put on the hat and tie, "Very dapper. If you were shirtless you'd look like a Chippendale's dancer." referencing the naked male strippers. _____________________________________ "I could be a stripper. I'd make some good money." He knew that for fact. He'd make Magic Mike look like a watered down strip tease. He dug around more into the box for a few more glittery items and some bonds. He'd forgotten just how much he stashed away.
Carefully he laid the dress out and swatted her leg with his foot. "I think its your size." _____________________________________ "Well I'd be your main audience and I could only shove cookies down your g-string which might get uncomfortable after awhile." At his swat, she put a hand to the tiara, scared it might slip off as she moved forward and looked at the dress, "No way, there is no way that a hundred or whatever years ago you knew that you'd get a girlfriend and she'd be this size and you'd bring her back here one day...." but she touched the dress and looked at its waist, it actually seemed like it could fit her... she looked at him curiously, ".....did you?" _____________________________________ "I'm a Sin, not psychic. But maybe I just like curvy girls sometimes. I think you could squeeze in." It was sparkly, it would complete her ensemble. He wanted to see her in it so bad, give him a taste of the years he liked and missed sometimes. _____________________________________ She raised a brow and put her hand on those full hips of hers, "Really? I find it hard to believe you've dated curvy girls before. I've seen the ones that hang all over you. Sticks with boobs." Zoe was a rare body type that she had curves but wasn't fat, it was a shape that a lot of people didn't seem to want but she was always tickled that Greed loved it. She ran a hand down the shiny front of the dress, still kinda thrown by it. _____________________________________ "Girls weren't sticks back in Medieval times either, sweetie." He smiled with a little sarcasm dripping from the pet name. "Girls were thicker then, thin and boobs it's a lot more recent. So, yes I've been with all sorts of body types. Granted I usually prefer thin with boobs. You actually have an ass and I like that." He stared at her with wide eyes. "Put it on already!" He in turn slipped on the coat. _____________________________________ She wrinkled her nose when he talked about how he'd been with a lot of body types. She used the same sarcasm when she said, "How rude honey, yelling at your girlfriend to put this on..." she was going to and then paused, looking at him curiously, "And what would happen if I didn't put my fine butt into this?" just wondering if he'd literally hold her down and put her into it, he seemed to want to see her in it that bad. _____________________________________ "Hog tie you to the bed and dress you like a mannequin." His face was serious. He would do it without a second thought. "So choose your battles wisely." _____________________________________ She couldn't help it and laughed, "You're serious." she fiddled with the dress and said, "Part of me doesn't believe you...." she said idly as she admired the pattern. _____________________________________ "You think I'm not? Just try me." It eas her choice if she wanted to be restrained or not. _____________________________________ She just stared at him, as if debating it. But she wasn't getting ready. She just wanted to see if he actually would jump her.. but her brain was also telling her OF COURSE he would and she shouldn't tempt him. But wasn't he the one who said rough was kinda fun sometimes? _____________________________________ "Oh you think I'm playing games do you?" He tossed the top hat across the room so it landed in a chair and proceeded to drag her to to the bed. "I dont have rope but I have bed sheets." _____________________________________ She yelped and tried to get away from him, abort abort! "Ohmygod, how dare you! I"m a princess!" she squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck when he tried to get her on the bed, "I give! I give! I'll change!" she didn't want him to tie her up, he'd enjoy it too much. _____________________________________ "Do you surrender now?" He had her already flattened on the bed ready to tie her in place. _____________________________________ "Yes!" she looked up at him and kicked her legs on the bed, "You know, I could have you beheaded for this. Assaulting a princess is a high crime." and she nodded sagely. _____________________________________ "Would you really want to behead something so sexy? That would be a tragedy. You sure you want to mess all this up?" He pinned her hands at the wrist, hovering over her ready to ravish her mouth. "I think you're a very naughty princess..." He whispered. _____________________________________ She nodded, "Yep, all of it. I wanna mess it allll up." she looked a little shy when he pinned her wrists so she was kinda at his mercy, "I am not... you're the one that's holding me down, I am totally innocent in all this." tho the tiara was sitting a bit askew on her head with their wrestling. _____________________________________ "No princess is innocent." He shook his head side to side, his hands trailing down her arms, skimming his fingers down to tickle her skin. "And if they are, I can fix that.." _____________________________________ She giggled because it was ticklish and ridiculous, "You better unhand me before some knight busts in to save the day.." she said with a grin, one knee drawing up as she rested her foot flat on the bed. _____________________________________ "No one's saving the day so better just submit now. I've given you my demands so better start doing as I say. No knight is gonna bust in here to help you." His voice was a purr against her ear. _____________________________________ She was trying to keep a straight face but was finding it difficult. Of course Greed wanted to play the villain in a princess capturing scenario. She mock gasped, "And what happens if I don't give in to your wicked demands.. of changing into a dress." because it was such a simple demand and she was being a brat on purpose. _____________________________________ "You will be punished. Quite severely." She was totally playing more than dress up with him, she was playing his game willingly, which made it more exciting. They had their own world which always made playtime fun. She had thought role playing a little strange before, but here she was naturally falling into it. _____________________________________ "I'm pretty fragile...." she ran a hand down his bicep that was straining against his shirt, "And you're... pretty... big." she knew he'd love that. "What exactly would you do if I don't meet these demands?" she always did find roleplay kinda weird but fun, this wasn't full on and she liked how it was kinda sexy and dorky at the same time. Very fun. _____________________________________ "I'm strong too. I could snap a man's neck if I had good reason. And a woman like you should really do as she's told." He wanted her in this dress. He would get her in this dress. He settled against her, fingering at her shirt as if to take it away. _____________________________________ She grinned, "I doubt you'd need a reason to do anything..." she gave him a defiant look and shook her head, turning her face away from him, "I'm a princess. I shouldn't have to do as I'm told..." she peeked at him when she felt his weight on her, "You haven't given me a reason to.." he hadn't told her what the punishment was or what the incentive was. Plus, she liked making him work for it, she knew as frustrated as he got, the Sin in him loved the challenge. _____________________________________ "I have one big reason," he emphasized with his brows. "It excites me, I need to see you in that dress." If the girl couldn't give him sex, she needed to play to his whims. _____________________________________ She couldn't resist him when he was being honest. She smiled and touched his cheek, "Alright, I'll put it on.. but just why that dress? Why is it special?" he'd seeen her in dresses before. _____________________________________ "Because its very expensive, its antique and I loved the era it came from. I wanna make you a part of it." They couldn't time travel, so this was something Greed enjoyed. It was why acting was fun for a little while. He was spoiling her yes, but he was also doing this to appease himself. Mostly for himself. _____________________________________ She put her arms around his neck and looked up at him, amused by his reasons. "Those are all excellent. One more.... why do you love that era so much?" he loved to swing too, which came from that era. "Who were you back then?" she added curiously. _____________________________________ "I was into a little bit of everything. Even the Mafia. It was just the turn of a century, pretty awesome things going on....especially after the whole Stella thing..." he kind of zoned out for a second but he came back quickly because she'd promised she would put it on. _____________________________________ She wrinkled her nose, "You and the mafia sounds like a dangerous combination." but she kissed his cheek sweetly when he mentioned Stella and got quiet. That was his past, he had grown since then. "So.. am I taking this off so I can put that on... orrrrr are you taking this off so I can put that on..." giving him a chance to undress her like she always did him. _____________________________________ "It was for a little while. If it wasn't for that whiny Lucky Luciano afraid I was gonna take his spot I might have been head boss." He had planned on taking him out, and woukd have if his siblings hadn't gotten involved. It was where he and Envy had their big spat. "But then I was taken out. Could have been such a fucking awesome boss." It was just an era that had so many exciting things to cater to his needs. It was perfect. "I think that dress belonged to a lounge singer, cant remember for sure but it was one hell of a dress."he'd sat up to get up until she offered him a strip tease that he could do himself. He liked taking off her clothes, she had figured that out pretty quickly. He fingered the green of her shirt. "I think I should do the honors." _____________________________________ She looked at him like he was a totally different person and shook her head with a scoffed laugh, "Wow.. that's... amazing and kinda scary. As long as you aren't taken out in this life." tho all those mobsters were dead. "I hope she didn't die in it... or have sex in it." and she gave him a look. She was not gonna wear his floozie's clothing... but she wasn't gonna stop him from taking off her clothes, she was surprised he didn't in the first place. _____________________________________ "It was exciting actually. I'd been wondering how I was gonna go out. They might but I've always got enemies." His hands were busy with her buttons as he described where the dress had come from. "No, I snitched it from her dressing room rack after I fucked her. So, no it was not on her body at the time." _____________________________________ She groaned when he said he had fucked the girl and as he fiddled with her buttons, she lightly kicked and hit him, "I think we know how you're gonna die in this life, I'm gonna kill you...!" purposely making it harder for him to get her out of her clothes. _____________________________________ "You asked, I told you." Except now she wasn't being an open door. "I thought I was undressing you?" He was getting flustered that she wasn't letting him do this easily. _____________________________________ She wrinkled her nose, "Well it dampens the mood when I think of you with another girl." she arched her back and let it hit the bed again, her legs going around his middle, settling on either side of him. He'd gotten some of the buttons undone so peeks of her skin were winking at him. _____________________________________ "You don't even know what she looked like, so how can you imagine me with her?" He fingered loose a few more buttons. "I want you in that dress..." _____________________________________ "Imagining blonde hair and boobs isn't that hard." she kicked at him again with a slight pout but wasn't stopping him from further unbuttoning her shirt. "I'm a princess you dork, shouldn't I have a royal dresser?" _____________________________________ "Maybe she wasn't blonde." He wiggled his finger on the last button, popping it from its threaded hole. "I think I've gotten a taste for brunettes." Once he had the shirt open he raced his finger up her stomach until he reached her cheek. "Guess that would be me." _____________________________________ She smiled a little as he said he had a thing for brunettes now... and disregarded that his sister was brunette. Tho Lust's hair was as black as her soul, not the same as Zoe. Her eyes were soft on Greed as she gave a nod, "Well, royal dresser, what are you waiting for..." she also thought it was kinda funny how he was always trying to get her out of her clothes and now was trying to get her in to some. _____________________________________ There were a lot of things he hadn't been a fan of before that he seemed absolutely obsessed with now. Zoe's candy floss hair was definitely at the near top of the list. "So get on your feet princess, so I can do this the right way." Which was Greed's way, so that meant undressing the rest of her like a Christmas package. _____________________________________ She leaned up and put her arms around his neck, using him as leverage to pull herself up into a seated position. But she didn't let go, her hair like a waterfall behind her as she looked at him, very close to his face, "I thought the right way was the princess' way?" Now that her shirt was open, the necklace he put on her glowed against her caramel skin. _____________________________________ "And what's the princess way? You gotta stand to get shit on?" But with her arms hanging around his neck he got the gist. She wanted him to take her off the bed to her feet. "You are spoiled." As if he had any room to talk. Lifting her off the bed was a breeze because to him she didn't weigh much at all, not compared to what he could bench press. Once her feet were firmly planted he kept her close, lips skirting her neck while he unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. Flashy glitter and gold dresses didn't work well with blue jeans. Once those were down her legs he got down on his knees so she could step out of them, and mostly so he could fondle her legs. _____________________________________ She batted her lashes at him when he called her spoiled and said, "I learned from the best." a grin crossing her face when he effortlessly picked her up and put her down, "A girl could get used to this." which wasn't entirely true, she normally didn't like to not do things for herself and he knew it. She let him pull down her jeans so she was only in underthings, jewels, and the unbuttoned shirt still on her. She looked down at him where he was taing the jeans off her feet, "Kneeling before a princess, now you're catching on." she put her hands on his shoulders so she wouldn't fall when she lifted her feet to take off the pants. _____________________________________ "Watch it," he growled at her. She didn't need to abuse it. Her legs, long, glorious, caramel legs were like having a milk chocolate bar right in front of him. Greed took his time petting and fondling them before sliding back up where he could drop the shirt from her shoulders. Now it was golden cream skin and jewels and it was delectable. _____________________________________ She chuckled when he got annoyed, moving up and down on the balls of her feet when he played with her legs, making her squirm. "Or what...?" she put her hands on his tiny waist, "More of your punishment...?" she looked right at him even though she could see his attention was elsewhere when the shirt dropped from her shoulders. _____________________________________ He fingered the necklace to sit just right on her collarbone, his touches so delicate so that it suited his taste. "I'll find a way to make you regret it, but I may have to enforce that sort of punishment when we're back in the city." He took hold of the dress and started to slip it up her legs the same way hed taken her pants down. He wanted this to be perfect. _____________________________________ She laughed with a hint of pink since he wanted to do sexy punishment... and it was also kinda unnerving with how much care he took when he touched her and as he dressed her. He was always so into it... she worried one day he'd notice a scar or a freckle he didn't like or just by looking that close see maybe she wasn't as beautiful as he thought. "Doesn't that mean I should take advantage here while I can....?" _____________________________________ "You have limits, darling. Turn." He swirled her into a slow circle so her back faced him as he zipped the dress up. He turned her again, his eyes sparkling against all the pretty. "Wish you had been the lounge singer, I may have taken you both." But he was happy having her now. _____________________________________ "Aren't you the one whose always telling me to test the limits, honey?" but she turned obediently, she knew this was a big deal for him. She smiled at him when he turned her again and fixed his bowtie, the hat was still on the chair, "I can sing..." she'd done it only once, when he was sleepy and on the phone with her. _____________________________________ "Depends on what we're doing." He was always changing the rules to benefit him. "He feathered out the collar on the dress and stepped back. His trance ended when she said she could sing. "You can?" As if she had just thrown him something he DIDN'T know and should have known before. He thought he learned everything. Because he needed to know it ALL! _____________________________________ "You keep changing the rules.." she said and poked his chest lightly. Her tone suggested that she would change them too to benefit her then and he never liked that. She blinked at him and said, "Um... yes? Sort of. I mean I'm not great but..." she poked his stomach this time, "I sang to you once before, on the phone! But you were kinda sleepy so I don't know if you heard... or remember..." _____________________________________ "I'm allowed to change the rules. They're my rules!" He knew she was thinking she could turn the tables and he was saying no! "No, I don't remember actually." He must have been dead to the world. _____________________________________ She crossed her arms over her chest, "If you're allowed to change the rules then I'm allowed to change the rules. They're our rules." she turned to the side, "Sucks for you." that he didn't remember. She didn't sing in front of others really and it had been a one time deal. _____________________________________ He opened his mouth to protest on both accounts but only a little squeak came out. "Come on now! If you won't sing I take the dress and the princess crown back!" He stuck out his tongue. That's how this would end. _____________________________________ She shrugged, "Fine, take them back. I suddenly can't remember how to sing since somebody can't remember that rules are for both of us." she was not going to give him this fantasy until he put them back on equal footing. _____________________________________ She was taking all his fun away and so quickly. He didn't like it one bit. It was killing the mood pretty fast. With one big whine he weighed his options. "What do I have to do for you to sing?" _____________________________________ She eyed him, her arms still crossed over her chest covering the sparklies and she was still turned away so he couldn't see the necklace. "Make us equal." and she didn't mean for him to fake it or lie, she'd know if he was faking it or lyiing. But she wasn't gonna let all their hard work go flying out the window because he got a vintage boner. _____________________________________ It was real easy for Greed to want things his way. He'd worked real hard to include her, sometimes he just got to be an over excited puppy that needed to be smacked on the nose. "Fiiiiiiinnnnneeee." He was grumpy about it which meant he wasn't lying, he just hated being smacked. _____________________________________ She instantly gave a hint of a smile and turned towards him, slowly unfolding her arms. She looked at him imploringly, "Can you say it?" she was asking in a soft pleading tone. She wouldn't push him but she wanted him to acknowledge that they were equal and then he'd get his teat. _____________________________________ "Do I have to if you already know it?" He was trying to get around it and just get straight to what he wanted. _____________________________________ She moved closer to him, "I guess not... it'd be a turn on tho, put me in the mood to sing. But you don't have to...." and those big brown eyes looked right in his blues. _____________________________________ Greed stamped his foot. She was being horrible not just giving in. And those damn eyes of hers just ripped the words right out of his mouth. Otherwise he wasn't going to get what he wanted and he'd be miserable. _____________________________________ She put one arm on his shoulder and said, "Sorry... didn't quite catch that, I was distracted by your face. Say it again..." she said softy and her arm curled around his broad upper back, pulling him in closer. _____________________________________ "You are evil. Thats what I said." His lips puckered out in a pout. When she snuggled into him. His hands went from her butt and snuggled her in tightly so that she could feel him pressed into her. If he was going to say anything he was gonna do it his way, which meant chewing on her lip while he repeated what she wanted to hear. _____________________________________ When he pressed her to him and said the words, she gave a big smile, even if he was nibbling on her lips. Her other arm went around him and she kissed him sweetly, enough to give him a taste of acid reflux. She didn't say anything for a moment but she held up her part of the bargain. Her voice filled the quiet room as she sang softly to him her special song that meant a lot to her, the same one over the phone that he didn't remember. "Love me tender.. love me sweet.. never let me go..you have made my life complete... and I love you so..." she didn't look him in the eye, despite their embrace in a very tight dance almost, it was a very intimate and vulnerable moment. _____________________________________ Greed closed his eyes. It wasn't that Zoe was perfect, but she was damn near the only thing he wanted outside of sex and money. That in itself was a huge compliment to her how head over heels a Sin had fallen for her to make her a part of his world. She wasn't the best singer as she'd said, but Greed wasn't looking for the perfection she was so afraid of. He was just clinging to something he wanted as much as air in his lungs. She was becoming that air.