Zoe (history_repeats) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2014-07-11 16:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | greed, zoe hansen |
WHO: Greed & Zoe
WHEN: Saturday
WHERE: The beach
WHAT: Grown up dress up
WARNING: Non-weddings
The following week, Zoe coaxed Greed again to the beach. This time with the promise of NEW food, NEW shopping, NEW things! She curled her hair again and put on white short shorts so her golden legs could be seen and touched (by him only) with a sleeveless black button up top and paired the outfit with a light yellow jacket that was bright and he could use as a homing beacon. She insisted they get him some swim gear, he needed more swimming trunks, he had one but they couldn't find it at his place. Which is why the promenade was perfect, you could see the beach but it was full of stores and restaurants.
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Greed put on his shades as they walked down the boardwalk where all the restaurants and stores lined up. He took her hand, swinging their arms back and forth between them. Greed could never just window shop, he very easily could go into every one of these stores with a million bags.
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Zoe was there to keep him focused and on point but she was smiling like a schoolgirl when he swung their hands, it was such a little kids having crushes on each other thing to do and he was so unashamed of it. She loved it. She took her free hand and poked it in the gap on his shirt caused by the open buttons, her finger tracing down two inches of his chest hair, "This by the way, is very manly and very sexy."
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He wiggled his brows. "You noticed?" He nipped the air at her finger and her bold reaction. He liked when she spoke up. It meant he still held the element of surprise.
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"That your chest isn't like a baby's butt anymore? Yeah, I noticed. You've been letting this grow out for awhile now... I was wondering if you were just going to get it waxed but it seems like it might be here to stay.....?" she asked cause she wasn't sure of his moods.
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"I can shave if you really want..." He was learning little things that sparked her interest. All those times she pawed his chest to curl her fingers in his chest hair. He liked finding new things she liked. Granted thus want the squirrel in his face, it was a good compromise. Besides this made him feel manly.
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"Noooooooooo!" she said and used her free arm to hug his arm, "I like it." she grinned a little shyly, "It tickles when you hold me a little...." since the only way that would happen is if they were both naked, "But I like it. It's not too hairy. It's just right."
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"Does it really? Is that all you like about it? Its not exactly the same as a beard." But she liked that too, at least this was less invasive. He'd slowly been letting it grow and hadn't felt it made him any less attractive. He still got attention, but that was quite possibly his handsome jawline.
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She turned her face up to look at him, "It's different than the beard. It's kinda private. Unless you're showing off, it's a private thing for us, you know? Only I get to touch it." and she was really happy about that, "I love how manly you look. Kinda rugged. And dangerous. And macho. And cuddly."
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"My happy trail doesn't make you jump my bones." She liked it, but his beard had turned on a light switch. "I dunno, I think I should shave it." The more she expressed her love of something, he was going to tease her about it.
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She laughed, "I can't jump your bones ALL the time, I'd get tired.." she patted his stomach, "I love your happy trail." she made a face, "That is so rude... don't you like it?" she asked since this was new for him too. "How come you grew it out anyway?"
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"Drink an energy drink, then you wouldn't be tired. I have to admit I feel a bit underwhelmed at the fact ti haven't skinned me alive with this little carpet settling in." He rubbed his shirt, letting out one more button so she had a better peek. "Well this isnt a beard, but its a compromise." The truth was it was a bit sexy and rugged and manly.
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She smacked his stomach with the back of her hand lightly but then stopped walking altogether when he let that bomb drop, her hand holding on to his so he'd have to stop too. "You did this," she poked her finger in his hairy chest lightly, "...for me?"
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"No the invisible man pasted it on my chest in my sleep---yes I did it. Started around New Year's." Which was when he started to align boy and Sin into the same package, when the Sin realized just how much he wanted her.
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She smacked him lightly again, "You know what I mean.... how come you started doing it?" she hadn't asked when but the significance of New Years didn't slip by her. It was the first time he chose her over his sister.
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"I dunno...." he shrugged, "because I felt like it. Because I thought you would like it." If he were going to give her a solid reason he just wondered what if. He'd been waxing it off for centuries. He wanted a little change.
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"Hmmmm...." she swung thir hands back and forth as they kept walking, "I do like it... but you didn't know I liked your beard till we went on that island vacation... this..." she wriggled her free hand inside his partly open shirt, "Started happening before that... it's something you wanted. And me liking it when you let it be is a bonus." so yes, his hair was on his chest then and she enjoyed it but the decision to let it happen had been entirely Greed's own.
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"I wanted a change...I've been waxing it off forever." Greed relinquishing himself from Lust's hold opened the door to a lot of things he learned he liked. He took himself out of that box. He lifted his glasses with his other hand, peaking out from underneath at her smiling face, "turns out I kinda like it."
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“Is that so." she leaned up and planted a kiss on his cheek, "I like it too. But the idea of you getting waxed is kinda hilarious." she chuckled at the thought.
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"Why is that hilarious?" Was she insulting the clean look? Now he was tempted to shed the fur just because he could. His face turned a bit sour.
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She looked at him, "The idea of you. With hot wax. Ripping hair off. I bet you make noises." she kissed his cheek again, "But manly noises I'm sure." and she cuddled into his side. "Look!" she attempted to distract him, "A candy store. Have you ever tried salt water taffy?"
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"Sexual noises," he nudged her arm with a bold laugh. Distractions were easy with Greed, especually if it had to do with one of the three excesses. Sex, money and food. He looked in the window, shaking his head at her question. Salt water taffy? How in earth could that be good?
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She grinned and looked away at his laugh but when he said he hadn't had any she dragged him into the store, "You're gonna love it. Or hate it. But there is no inbetween." She took him over to where there were barrels, at least ten different kinds with a different flavor in each one, "Each one is really chewy, takes forever to eat it." she picked one up, it was red and white swirls wrapped up in wax paper with little frills at each end, "When I was a kid I'd go nuts on this stuff, it'd get sticky and all over my hands cause I'd never eat it out of the wrapper."
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"It's made of salt?" Greed squished it in his fingers, still protected in the wrapper. All the barrels thigh, and so many colors...."are the flavors different?" Or were they just wrapped to look pretty? He picked up a handful smelling it. It wasn't a piece of fruit but it helped his process of picking out a collection of colors.
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She nodded, "It has salt in it. My dad told me the story when I was a kid like 150 years ago this guy's candy store in Jersey by the beach got flooded and all his taffy was soaked with ocean water. This little girl came in to ask for taffy and he jokingly said all he had was salt water taffy. She loved it and since then it's been a treat but they don't make it with sea water, just salt." She read the labels, "Lets see... they have... vanilla, maple, banana, red licorice, mint, raspberry, and watermelon, plus some other ones." the one she had was mint.
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"I'll try one of each!" He started to pick up handfuls or of the buckets. Clearly more than needed for just him. "Which flavor is your favorite?" He had an ulterior motive. She liked it so much, he'd buy out the store like he did with the teas in his cabinet.
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She chuckled, "Why don't you try one first and see if you like it? Otherwise you're gonna be stuck with it." She looked over at the owner and waved a dollar bill from her pocket to show they were gonna sample but pay. "This one." she said, when he asked her favorite, it was the the one in her hand, the very cheery red and white one. "Mint." she unwrapped it and put it in half way in her mouth, holding on to it with her teeth and then raised her chin up so it was offered to him. She wanted him to take the other half with his lips, then if he didn't like the taffy, at least he'd get a kiss.
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He took the other half, but he but down and peeled it from the half in her mouth starting to chew it down. It was very chewy, almost with a rubbery consistency. It took him a while to get used to it. Through the chewy was a burst of flavor and salt. It was like sucking on her lips after being in the ocean.
Once the taffy stuck to the roof of his mouth he contorted his jaw trying to tug and pull it from his mouth, off his teeth and finally to swallow, which was an Olympic record all on its own.
"It's chewy."
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She watched him struggle with it and said, "That's supposed to be the fun part." but he wasn't a into messy things kinda guy (altho he did do body painting with her..) so she narrowed her eyes, "You hate it...." she wasn't sure but she was guessing.
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"I'm not sure what I think." He didn't hate it, but he didn't know if he liked it either. It had a nice flavor, but the chewing was giving his mouth a workout.
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"That's okay... let's pick up a couple of flavors and you can try it again later for a second opinion. By the way... the less you stick in your mouth, the less work it is but I got a feeling you rather just jam the whole piece in." even tho he had taken half of hers. She liked the sticky stuff because it reminded her of her childhood and the beach and picked up two of the maple, vanilla, banana, and watermelon. They sold pretty white boxes stuffed with the taffy too but Zoe kept to her delicate selection.
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He was still chewing his half a piece when they left the store and back on the shops. Greed instantly fell for the clothing in the thrift store widow a few blocks down. He took her hand and pulled her inside. "Come on!" He liked old clothes, there were some gems from a few decades back. He was always curious what they'd find.
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She let him drag her inside and said, "Okay, but I kinda have to insist that you not buy used swim trunks. We have to draw the line somewhere..." since this place was clearly not gonna have what they had come to shop for. But it was a cute quirky store filled with clothes and antiques. She picked up a purple hat with big feathers sticking out of it and put it on Greed's head, "Mmm I don't think you have the right dress to pull it off." she teased.
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"Purple really isn't my color. More my sister." He still pursed his lips and batted his lashes. "What dress would you put me in?" He asked curious, sticking a fake daisy in her hair Fri the straw hat hanging on a coat rack.
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He always did make her laugh, it was one of the reasons she loved him. She smiled when he put the fake daisy in her hair, it matching her yellow light jacket. She looked him up and down, "Hmmm...." she tapped her chin in thought and then she had it as she held her finger up, "I know! That big poofy yellow ballgown Belle wears in Beauty and the Beast. You would rock that."
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"Belle? Really? I didn't think I could rock off the shoulder. My shoulders are a bit wide." He motioned his hands emphasizing his shoulder to hip ratio.
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"That's why I picked it. I can't think of any dress with sleeves that you wouldn't end up hulking out of." and she patted his arm, "This way it solves the problem AND it shows off your manly chest hair." she grinned and went back to looking at the other clothes.
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Greed ran a hands down his chest. "You just want me to look fat don't you?" Rudness. They buddies themselves looking, and Greed came across a twenties dress that sparked. It was an old wedding dress still in petty fantastic shape. It would look stunning on her. "Hey, what about this?"He held it up, pretending to wanna try it on when it was clearly her size.
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She chuckled, "I don't think a fat suit could make you look fat." He was super fit, not as stone hard as when she first met him but she liked his cuddly version better, and it was still pretty muscular. She turned to look at the dress and her mouth fell open, clearly smitten with it. "Oh.. it's beautiful.." she said in hushed awe as she ran her fingers down the skirt. She smiled at him, "I think you'd make the prettiest bride."
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"Sure I could. If you put me in a sac dress I would so look fat." He held the straps up on his shoulders. "I dunno, I think my shoulders are too big for this too..." he held it up to her now, fitting it over her chest. "I think it might be better on you."
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She looked down at the dress as he held it up to her and then looked at him with a raised brow, "You do know this is a wedding dress, right?" and she gently moved his hand away.
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"Oh is it? I had no idea!" He was playing her of course. He'd known the moment he picked it off the rack. "But this bride won't fit in it," he pointed at himself.
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She gave him a look, "Well this," she pointed at herself, "Isn't a bride." the dress was gorgeous but it was too weird to try it on as Greed was oh so subtly hinting he wanted her to do.
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"Then just try in an old dress from the twenties. It's just dress up." He shrugged not at all freaked out. "It's vintage."
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She gave him an exasperated look and then pointed at her gold sandals, "These won't match and it'll ruin the effect and.. and.. it'll just look ugly." she was trying to find excuses to get out of it.
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"So then we find you some shoes." Greed started to look, knowing exactly what size and what would look fabulous worth that garment. He picked up a few other pieces, including a crystal headpiece. He had her set up and ready to go!
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Her mouth was hanging open as she followed him around, "How crazy are you?" then she held up her hands, "Don't answer that. There is no way I'm doing this, Chance... no way... noooooo way." and she waved her hands in front of her.
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"Why? Didn't you ever play in your mom's clothes or her jewelry? It's no different." He said it so casually. He was a con artist, he played dress up whenever the role required him to, including his sham wedding to Stella. He walked them to the dressing room, standing right in front of a floor length mirror where he placed a necklace against her neck to make sure it matched.
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She swatted his hand away from her neck and said, "That's different and you know it. There is no way I'm doing this." she crossed her arms over her chest and turned her back to the mirror stubbornly. This was ridiculous.
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"Is that so?" Stubborn girl. She needed a trade, he'd have to see just what he could give up so she'd give him what he wanted. "You do this we can do this more. The whole me and the beach with you." He was positive she'd say yes. The only negotiation would be water exposure. He wouldn't say yes to jumping in every time. That was his condition.
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She perked up at that but didn't give in just yet, "How often can we go? AND time on the actual beach and water, not just the shops." she pointed a finger at him. This was a great deal, she really wanted him to come to the beach with her more.
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"You can have water privileges but they still be negotiable. But not all the time," he'd give her that,"but sometimes." They were both bartering.
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She gave a big smile, "Okay. I can work with that." she held up a finger again, "One more condition. You try on something too so I don't feel completely ridiculous." and she raised a brow.
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"You first. Then I'll put on something. Maybe I'll even wear a dress." He laughed at her stubborn streak. She was getting really good at her own silver tongue, cutting deals like a pro.
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She wasn't as good as him because she caved with a "Fiiiiine... but you better." and she gathered up the stuff to take into the changing room. All you could see were her feet and after several minutes, they went naked and then pretty white wedding shoes were on them. Before he could entirely lose patience she nervously stepped out in the dress, shoes, and the headpiece which rested beautifully on her soft curls, she looking like she was ready for her gatsby wedding and it was the 1920's.
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"Wow," she looked fabulous. All she needed was a little tint of lipstick and she could have walked right out of time. Maybe as a pinup girl, cabaret singer, swing girl, Greed's eyes shined a brilliant blue. She had stopped his heart mid beat, now fluttering around in his chest before he could catch it again. He was practically drooling.
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She was nervous as he stared at her but smiled at his wow, "Wow good I hope..." she moved towards him, "I don't know if I got this headpiece right.." she said with a slight downward turn of one corner of her lips. She wasn't used to old dress. And the way he was looking at her... it made her tingle.
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Greed straightened the headpiece, "Just a little too the left." She was a work of art. He still couldn't get a proper heartbeat, as it continued to flutter around. "You look amazing." He was all but flapping his tongue out of his mouth.
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"Really?" she asked, still not believing him entirely. "I feel.. I don't.." she turned a little pink, "It's a bit.. I feel like I can't pull it off." and she tugged on the skirt of the dress. She wasn't used to the crystal and glamour and vintage. She always hated disappointing his fantasy.
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He held his finger to her mouth. "Shush..." He wanted to enjoy it a little longer before she got so uncomfortable she took it off. "You look like a million dollars," so Greed stole one of her best assets----a kiss.
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She shushed up and looked in his eyes and her nerves calmed a tiny bit because she knew he wouldn't bullshit her. If she wasn't looking like a million dollars, Greed would have said 100,000 dollars. She closed her eyes when he kissed her as if she was his actual bride. Her hands rested on his arms and when the kiss ended, she said, "Tell me you're putting something on so I don't feel silly for being in a one person non-wedding.."
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He took her arm, wrapping it around his. "Let's find something then." He ended up digging through a range of suits to find something his size, which was the only white suit in store. He just needed the tie and the shoes.Dress up had never been so fun.
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She helped him look and when he found the suit, she found a pale yellow bowtie to go with it, "A bowtie is more vintage and formal." she explained. Gatsby would have worn a classy bowtie, not a tie, to his wedding. There were old leather formals also in the pile but she didn't know if they'd fit him. He might just have to go barefoot for this. She was excited to see him, it was like a non-wedding for real.
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He looked real good, all in white save the bare feet. He was a lot harder to find sites for, and Greed liked a lot of custom work. After combing his hair with his fingers he strutted a pose, looking at himself in the mirror. "Not half bad." He flicked the yellow bowtie. His favorite color.
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"You look... like the yummiest pastry in the bakery." she put her hands on his waist and gave him a kiss like she was gonna devour a eclair. When it broke, she still stayed close, "Do you think the church would be amused you're wearing white for your non-wedding?" since he most definitely was not a virgin. Well, neither was she, but she wasn't a Christian like he was.
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"I think I could play a pretty convincing virgin. I've done it before..." it was a manipulative move to guilt trip the other party into giving him what he wanted. "What dint think the church would buy it because I'm good looking? That's so stereotypical." He held his nose up in mock offense.
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She grinned and then started laughing, "No.. I think the church wouldn't buy it cause you wouldn't be able to stop groping your bride's butt or more likely, you'd be doing her on top of the priest's desk in his chambers while waiting for him to come and give you the marriage lecture." she had a hard time thinking of him as a virgin ever. Even tho she'd popped his cherry on quite a few things.
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"I've played a pretty good virgin before I'll have you know. It was with a girl who wanted to go into the nunnery. Need less to say she didn't after the fact..." He straightened out the flaps of his jacket. He looked pretty spiffy.
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She chuckled, "Hate to break it to you, Avaritia, but I'm pretty sure that she went along with it only cause she wanted to get in your pants and you were giving her a weak excuse to do it." she stood next to him and looked at their reflection in the mirror but didn't say anything. The couple in the mirror looked like it was their wedding day but in reality they were just two kids pretending.
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Greed looked shocked. "You think she just wanted to poop my cherry?" He mocked gasped. "I feel so used." He made a dramatic sigh, then grabbed her around the waist to spin her in a circle. He just stared at her feeling for just a moment as if they were getting married, and it surprisingly didn't freak him out. If she looked that gorgeous, he'd slip the ring on her finger without question. For a minute he wanted to be that normal boy that could do just that.
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She laughed when he spun her around, kinda just staring back at him as he stood there barefoot and looking oh so dashing. She couldn't lie in this moment, even tho she always told him she was fine with never getting married. She'd always thought she'd get married and she was trying to get used to the fact she couldn't have it with Greed... But she did want it. One day. For them. When she realized he was quiet too, she smiled, "What....?" she asked softly.
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"I dunno....it just felt kinda real for a moment." He let her feet set back on the floor, but he didn't let her go, just started to waltz slowly.
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She swayed her hips gently, falling into that dance with him. She smiled, "And that doesn't freak you out?"
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"Not at the moment it doesn't." She didn't get how sparkly and beautiful She was, he was completely smitten. "Except I would be wearing shoes." He could have her completely with no question if he possessed her in marriage. Lust would never let it happen, so he'd keep it to himself. Another secret locked up and kept safe.
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She had her arms around his neck as they danced and she looked down at his bare feet and then at hers in the pretty vintage shoes. She held on to him and took the heels off one by one, becoming shorter, but also bare foot. She looked back at him, "Now I'm not wearing shoes." always equal.