WHO: Greed & Zoe WHEN: March 17/18 WHERE: Lithuania, airport, New York, Zoe's apartment WHAT: The trip is over and back to reality which is messy WARNING: Sexiness
The last few days they had were more of the same but it was something they couldn't get enough of: each other. It was being domestic, naked, tangled in each other. With real feelings and the ability to express them without fear of injury. And now it was Sunday mid morning, their last day there. There was a cab coming to get them in the evening to take them to the airport but until then they had free time.
Greed was in bed but Zoe was out of it. In her place though was an open suitcase on the bed and she was packing since she was pretty sure if left till the last absolute minute something would get left behind. She didn't pack nearly as much as Greed did but all their stuff was mixed up together so she was just putting whatever she found into the suitcase and they could sort it out when they got to New York. ______________ He was bundled so far into the bed sheets that there was nothing big a giant white lump under it. He'd made a cave like a cat without the energy to actually pounce from beneath the linen hole.
"What are you doing?" He whined with a muffled voice from under the sheet. _______________ She slapped the part of the sheet where his butt was and said, “Paaaacking.” in the same whiny voice he was using. “If you would help it’d got a lot faster.” she put a knee on the bed and an arm around him as she leaned down and said in his ear, “That’s a very subtle hint to uncocoon yourself and help me.” she dropped a kiss next to his ear. ____________ He didn't emerge from the linen but grabbed around her with long arms as if he had crawled out of a swamp.
He gummed her neck through the sheet before pulling it down, his hair wildly springing in all directions.
"Do I have to?" He pouted, putting on a show with his sad blue eyes. _____________ She laughed and then laughed again when his sleepy tousled state appeared, “Nope you don’t. Buuuut we are leaving tonight and we can’t leave without our stuff. So faster we get packing done, faster we can focus on...other..” she grinned wide at him, “..more...” her lips brushed over his, “..interesting things.” ____________ He purred against her lips, the taste alone an invitation. He was getting tired. By the end of this trip, between sin and human boy feels toppled with jetlag he was going to sleep for a week. "How much time do we have?" _____________ “8-9 hours..” she said while kissing him. She was exhausted but she could sleep on the plane. “Less if we’re gonna go to church.” since it was sunday. They’d decided not to go to Paris to have some more time in the deadzone but she wouldn’t assume him to give up his weekly ritual. ____________ "Only 9 hours?!" He squeaked. That could breeze by so fast. The last week had just sprouted wings and flown. He wanted more. Though even if they spent a month here, eventually Greed would need to break out.
He grumbled at the mention of church because he never missed it. This seemed an exceptional case. It was a sensitive one. He'd be sure to terrorize Chastity for extra kicks when he got home to make up for it.
He jumped out of bed, wrapping the sheet around his waist as it trailed behind him in a train. He picked up a few things (as well as a few extra home to just the cottage) and towards the more empty suitcase. "Did you...just combine everything?" He pointed to the suitcase she had been working on, his hands full of clothes and other items. He was an exceptional packer considering how much he was able to actually cram into a space. Her suitcase was lumpy. "Move out of the way," he said making g space with his arms and seating himself on the floor with the line of suitcases. There were at least four. ______________ Zoe assumed they were still going to church since he didn’t say otherwise but was amused at his bridal train behind him.. “Well yeah.. I was wearing mostly your shirts while in the house..” she held her hands up in surrender and backed off, flopping down on the bed with a smile. She lay on her stomach, her knees bent, legs swinging slowly back and forth, elbows on the mattress and her chin in her hands as she watched him work. ______________ He kicked around in his sheet for a while before taking a seat, his stash of things dropped out of his arms in a pile. Next came everything she had packed, dumped alongside his pile. He wasn't organized in the sense that it was neat and tidy, more in the way that certain things were put together. He had a way of stuffing things in the tiniest of crevices. In about ten to fifteen minutes he had nearly all of that bag packed and still able to zip it easily. He never liked when TSA opened up to shuffle through his things when going into an airport.
He looked up to see her lazing on the bed. "Did you get everything out of the drawers? Under the bed?" He was certain something had been shoved under there sometime during the week, like his fancy guuci shoes. ______________ “Yesss....” she smiled, “Everything we own is now in this room and on the floor or in the closet. I even got our stuff from the living room and kitchen.”
Her legs continued their lazy back and forth motion and she still had that amused smile on her face as she watched him. _______________ Once he was done he moved to the next suitcase and started packing it up, getting up back and forth to the closet to deposit everything he could except what he planned to wear on the way out, and his carry on (which had more beauty and hair products than Zoe used in half a year). His sheet train was now twirled around him, almost like a cupcake topping with his body poking out. By the time he'd moved to the fourth suitcase she still had room for her gifts home. ______________ She watched him be so serious with his packing and it was great because he was doing it when he hadn’t wanted to. She squinted at him, still in the same lazy position, “You look like a pastry. And cute looking so serious. A really cute serious cream puff.” she grinned a little. _____________ He didn't answer, just looked her down with a stare and a fat bottom lip as he flattened the puffy sheet. "Are you done being mean?" He stood, now pulling the sheet up over him like a cape launching towards her. ______________ She gave him a cheeky grin when he stared her down only to burst out laughing when he jumped on her. “I wasn’t being mean! I was giving you a compliment. Don’t you want to be a cute serious cream puff?” she started laughing again trying to squirm away from him, “How about an eclair?” ______________ "I don't have any chocolate sauce, unless you feel like layering me in candy bars." He wrestled around even with her squirming. He liked hearing her laugh. It meant she was happy. _____________ She smiled up at him, still playfully struggling in his grip, “Now that’s an idea.. but that’s messy as hell and we don’t have time. Though we’re almost done packing. Just have to shower and go to church and then we might have a couple of hours before the cab comes.” she was happy, being with him here, this was happiness. She didn’t want it to be over. _____________ He leaned over the end of the bed digging around in one of the bags stashed in the suitcase. There was some Lithuanian version of a chocolate bar. "Stove?" He quirked a grin in the corner of his mouth, laying back down, propped up on his elbow tapping the bar against the mattress. He hadn't told her he wais skipping out of church, but it was pretty obvious. Eight hours left. He was going to make it worth while. ______________ She gave him a look, “Read my lips... Noooooo. We don’t have time.” she scooted closer to him, swinging a leg over to the other side like she was getting on a horse. Both her shins were on the mattress and she put one hand on his abs and held the other out to him, “Hand over the chocolate bar and nobody gets hurt..” _______________ It was a game to see how long she would carry on before she realized he wasn't going to church. She kept hinting but not taking his bait. "We have eight hours. Plenty of time," he put a heavy emphasis on the word plenty with the quirk of his brow. When she asked for the candy bar he cradled it. ____________ She leaned into him, trying to pluck the chocolate bar from his hands, “It is not plenty of time.. we have to shower. Or at least I have to shower, I stink of...” she smelled herself and wrinkled her nose at him, “..you.” since they’d been having sex non-stop and she was wearing his other plaid shirt it wasn’t a huge surprise. _____________ Greed lifted his arms to sniff. "I smell fantastic. It's a compliment." He refused to give up his candy. "You're wasting precious time arguing with me. Let's get to melting!" He sat up rolling over her and buddling her with his arms and the sheet. _____________ She laughed and shook her head, “I feel like I spend my life just arguing with you..” she squirmed, “Chance! We don’t have-- fine, you can melt it but I don’t know what you’re going to do with a melted candy bar because I’m not gonna do anything with it.” she turned her head to look at him, “You smell ripe.” _______________ "What?" He handed her the candy because it was too easy when she gave him the greenlight so quickly. "What do with melted chocolate? Lick it!" Duh. Greed sniffed himself again. "I do not---" he stopped a moment with a grin in his face. "A shower huh?". He walked his fingers up her nose, "I'll join," his not so subtle hint. ____________ She took the candy bar from him and tossed it back in the open suitcase. She wrinkled her nose when he walked on it, “You’re hopeless..” but she did smile and nuzzled his neck, “I wish we had time for a bath. Like the night you climbed in the tub.” she rested her chin on his chest and looked up at him, “Except this time you’d be naked too.” but she’d settle for a shower. She didn’t know if they’d get to do things like that in New York. _____________ "I still can't believe you let him 'in'." He meant Mike. "He made you a mess. I was very upset that night." He sounded so serious even when his voice squeaked a little. This time he nuzzled her nose where his fingers had climbed with a cheesy ass grin on his face. "I'm not going to church, so a bath is entirely possible. Though I'm not sitting in it for eight hours. Everything will shrivel up." He hated pruny fingers on skin. It felt like raisins. ___________ She gave him a look, “Chance..” she said his name in a way that sounded like she’d had this talk with him before. Mike might not be the last. “He’s not the one that made me a mess..” she said it quietly in a let’s not talk about this right now voice.
She looked surprised, her lips parting in a silent moment of awe, she narrowed her eyes a little as if she didn’t believe him, “You told me you never miss church...” her hands on his chest, her fingers slowly pawing the skin as they climbed higher. ______________ Greed didn't like that sound of her voice. After all this was she seriously going to go home and cook up another dating ritual to get through?
He was knocked out of his thoughts to reality. To the fact that she didn’t believe a word he said. "I did say that, but today I'm making an exception." These were a delicate set of circumstances. ______________ She beamed, her arms going around his neck, she couldn’t stop her smile. “For us..?” she almost asked if it was for her but no, he was doing it for them, wasn’t he? Just a few extra hours of being together. Her eyes were glassy as she looked at him, knowing this would be over soon. She believe him when he told her he loved her. But she believed that he believed it here. Maybe she even believed that he really did love her everywhere. But it wasn’t until her relationship with Greed did she truly understand what people meant when they said love wasn’t enough. _____________ "For you," he was a little irritated she would think it for any other reason. He had spent two weeks as a human boy, he would do anything for her right now. He wasn't sure what Greed would do the moment he was locked out of that cage inside, but he would be ecstatic that he'd at least spent those last hours a tangled, sweaty mess. ____________ She wanted to say ‘for now’ but held her tongue. She knew he got irked when she didn’t fully embrace his grand loving gestures but if she got used to it here, it’d hurt more back in New York when all this would end. She tightened her arms around him and practically knocked them back onto the bed as she kissed him, she didn’t know if they’d make it to the tub just yet. ________________ They'd just changed the linens the day before only to soil them with their scent. Greed enjoyed it as much as his human self, drinking up every last minute in that bed, in the tub and back in that bed until he had no energy to move. It took a little longer to get ready this time, because Greed still had to look over the cottage one last time to be sure there was nothing else left that he didn't want to take home as a souvenir.
The cab driver sighed heavily as he waited. He was definitely charging good for his time. _____________ It was the best way to spend their last hours, together. When he went back in to look around, Zoe asked the cabbie if he wouldn’t mind loading their luggage while they made sure they didn’t forget anything. So while the driver did that, she went inside as well.
She clasped her hands behind her back and leaned against the wall next to the front door as she waited for Greed. She didn’t want to wait outside, it was childish really, but being inside felt safer and she wanted to greedily grab on to whatever few seconds they had left inside. “Got everything?” she asked him when he came in view. _____________ There was nothing left to get his greedy little hands on. He turned to find her waiting, grabbing her for a kiss. Last time he'd get to do that before heating up into an inferno. "Yeah," he said pressing his forhead to hers.
They walked out hand in hand into the cab that was about to tear them away from their fantasy world. _____________ She returned his kiss with intense passion, even going in for one more when he first pulled away. One hand curled into the hair at the back of his head as she nodded. This was it. She cuddled into him in the back of the cab, putting her head on his shoulder, not wanting to watch their little fort get lost behind them. She didn’t say anything because this next part was going to be the hardest. Greed would get sick, or maybe just more headaches. And not at first, but after maybe a full day... things would revert. ______________ He had spent a small fortune here, probably a lot more than he even realized until he got home. But that's what Greed did. Sometimes he would spend until he had nothing left. Sometimes he would hang on to his money like a Scrooge.
He kept a tight grip on her fingers, not letting go of her hand as they silently sat for the duration of the ride. Silent until he needed a moment to pull over. It was gradual, but he felt the pit of his stomach drop. Greed was coming out of his cage, slowly picking the lock loose. ____________ She rubbed his back when the changes started happening and he started to get sick. She’d do whatever she could to make him feel better even if it was just a little bit. But there was a sick feeling in her own stomach. She knew the boy under the Sin loved her and wanted her but the Sin had been awake while they were together, the Sin had gotten to finally have her like he’d wanted. So while Greed may love her and want her, his Sin might not see things the same way. And there was no way to tell except with time. _______________ He curled up in her lap when he sat back in the cab. "He alright?" The cab driver asked in a thick accent. Greed's temples pounded again and he shielded his eyes hoping it would help. They were still a good distance away from the small airport. If they didn't make too many pit stops they would still make it on time. ____________ Zoe offered a nervous smile to the driver, “Just.. car sick.” she pressed a kiss to Greed’s cheek and let him stay in the comfort of her arms, “Want me to rub your temples?” she asked him quietly, she’d done that when they first got there and it had helped a little. _____________ He lowered his hand from his eyes, flopping over so his head rested in her lap and he could see her face. He nodded softly, not saying a word while he clutched his stomach. His human body was colliding with Greed's which found all those raw emotions too new to consume pleasantly. Like Lust that time, it was ready to reject. He closed his eyes, talking to himself. Greed was well aware of what had went on, unlike Kansas which had been a total shock to the system. The emotions were new but not necessarily unwanted. ______________ She didn’t say anything either, just moved her hands to his temples. The pads of her fingers pressed hard enough to apply pressure but not to hurt as she tried to massage some of the pain away. Even if he had been in the mood for conversation, which was doubtful, they couldn’t say anything with the driver right there. She was wondering how it would be since Greed’s Sin had been aware the whole time. It wasn’t as if his Sin didn’t like her.. but he functioned differently. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous. _______________ A little sound emitted from his throat at her gentle massage, his mouth opening slightly. To the cab driver it probably sounded a bit provocative, but he didn't know how good that felt. It was a reassuring gesture that she was sticking through this, despite the fact that he could flip a switch on his moods. This was the vulnerable spot. The in between Sin boy and normal boy. Despite anything Zoe was thinking, Greed was right pleased. The Sin was on cloud nine. _________________ Zoe helped Greed the whole way through the airport. They’d stop when he needed it but she stayed by his side. She had an arm around his waist to help him to their seats. Telling the stewardess when she asked if he was okay that they’d need some ginger ale. She knew it was his Sin that was causing the sickness but it never hurt to have ginger ale.
She sat in the seat next to him and rubbed his stomach lightly, “You want anything? Pillow? Blanket? Drink?” ___________ Greed shook his head, resting it on her shoulder. He wanted her. It was comforting, but not at all like a mother. He'd normally freak her out when he curled up like a little kid as he did with Lust, but this was different. He wanted her attentions even in feeling his self completely spring back inside. It would take a few days to see if he'd retained anything for sure.
When he felt a little less like he'd been spinning through a blender he perked up, still slumped in his seat. He looked at Zoe for a good five minutes, fingers tip-toing to her hand which rested on the armrest. He was still staring at her creepily when he took her hand. ______________ With him just being sick and needing her that was fine, when he seemed like he wanted her to bottle feed him, it creeped her out a lot. She was a little sleepy, trying to be attentive to his needs but her eyes were half closed. They hadn’t been doing much of sleeping in the last couple of weeks despite being in bed for most of the time.
She looked at him when she felt him touch her hand and she smiled a little but it was a little curious as she narrowed her eyes some, “You okay..?” she asked since he had that crazy look to him. If she didn’t love and trust him she’d be calling for an air marshall right about now. _____________ He could either kill her or eat her with that look. He still didn't move or blink for a few minutes before leaning towards her for a kiss. It was almost a test, but her lips were inviting after all that time getting to devour them.
"I'm fine," he insisted, breaking away for from her mouth, hands still linked. ________________ Zoe didn’t move when he came in for the kiss, letting him do things in his own way and own time since it was delicate right now. She kissed him back, gently, it was so much shorter than what they’d gotten used to.
She licked her lips after he pulled back and nodded. “Should probably try to get some sleep..” _______________ He brushed her hair back, her eyes bleary. He kissed her forehead. "So sleep," he offered her his shoulder. Eventually he would follow in a nap before landing back in New York.
They were at the front of the plane but the last ones to leave as he composed himself without falling face first into the aisleway. ______________ She grinned and kissed his cheek, “Don’t kill me..” she teased and put her head on his shoulder, her hand still loosely tangled with his.
She again helped him as much as he needed and she didn’t mind taking it slow. They’d get their luggage and she hailed a cab helping him in. She bit her bottom lip, nervous again, “Umm.. I guess we should drop you off home first.. but I was thinking our stuff is kinda all..” she made a rolling motion with her hands, “..mixed up and I need some of mine so maybe you could come to my place and get some rest while I unpack and I mean if you want to..” her eyes finally going back to his. ____________ "Are you trying to invite me over?" He laughed a little wondering where all her nervous energy was coming from. She was hanging on the answer he had yet to give with those seal eyes. "I'll stay." Whether it was at his place or hers he wasn't about to just put her out of his sight yet. ______________ She immediately said, “No..” but her cheeks were a little pink, “I’m just saying it’d be more efficient that’s all..”
She smiled some, “How generous.” she said sarcastically. For the third time since Zoe had lived in her building the elevator actually worked. It was a miracle. Praise Jeebus. But who knew how long it would last. It was just nice that they didn’t have to lug four suitcases up seven flights of stairs. They just had to drag them down the hall and into the apartment. Gabe wasn’t home so it was just the two of them. ______________ Once he dragged inside with two suitcases and his heavy carry on, Greed flopped on the couch, feeling every muscle in his body sigh in relief.
When she was within reach he pulled on her arm right into his lap. "Got the place all to ourselves." It was easy to try and flop back into the way they'd been for weeks. The result wasn't the same, but it didn't mean Greed wouldn't try. _____________ Zoe was surprised when she landed in Greed’s lap and blinked at him. She smiled, “We do..” she agreed cautiously, she didn’t know what exactly he thought they’d be able to do but he seemed suggestive.They could be together but not be together. ________________ He held on squeezing his arms around her. "Still sleepy," be brushed his nose against her face. Greed was the one who was wanting a taste now, not just his human feels. ______________ He was like a really cute python. But she liked being in his grip. Her smile played hide and seek on her lips as he teased her lightly, “Kinda wide awake..” they’d inhaled each other for over a week straight but she still got butterflies in her stomach. ________________ The kisses he planted across her cheek gravitated down her neck and back at her shy smile. They were ghostly, his lips testing the waters. Greed's desire for her was still there, but it was hungrier than before because he'd had a taste now.
He continued to tickle her face with his lips, finally colliding into her plump grin. _______________ Her arms went around his neck as he gave her those teasing kisses and then finally crashed into her lips. She knew they couldn’t do much but she wanted him as much as ever and so kissed him back, seeing how far they could go because maybe... just maybe.. ____________ He wasn't as clumsy as when they were in the deadzone. This was a more confident, assured Greed. He smiled against her lips, taking his teasing far more seriously and into her mouth where he liked to spend most of his time.
The kiss wasn't nearly as soft or desperate, it was needy. He wanted to drink that taste off her lips forever. He quickly shifted, a stealthy ninja move throwing her onto the couch so he could lay pressed up against her. Greed wanted to feel the flesh as much as he wanted to taste it. His body would never allow it here. _______________ She was surprised and trying to remember they couldn’t do this but her body wasn’t listening. Her body had gotten to enjoy him for days on end and couldn’t understand that there was a difference between New York and the deadzone. Her body just wanted him. She couldn’t stop kissing him if her life depended on it. And this position on the sofa.. this was a very familiar position. They’d been in this exact same position before.. it was amazing why they’d think the results would be different. ____________ He just had to keep tasting. Had to keep pressing her into him, feeling all those curves hug in the right places. There were just too many barriers for him to be pleased with. His Sin said this was going to go down in flames, but for nearly two weeks he'd had no irritation at all. There was still enough sticking around inside that he could enjoy this a little further before the heater kicked in, but it would still make his body rebel.
All his moves now reflected a different Greed. His hands traveled under her clothes with more grace than a boy who was learning about sex. He wasn't giving her the chance to be shy. _____________ Her body was used to his hands, it didn’t flinch or jerk at his touch, it welcomed it. Foolishly for a moment she thought that maybe this time would be different. Maybe because he loved her he could take it. Maybe whoever was in charge saw what an amazing time they had and would allow them to let them have it. Let them have each other. Her kiss was intense, her hands on him intense. It wasn’t just love driving her, it was fear.. if they couldn’t do this, she knew she’d lose him. _____________ Maybe he could trick his system before it kicked into overdrive. There was the small sound he made against her mouth, pleasure and pain riding hard with each other. His hands ran under her skirt teasingly, pushing it up while he pulled away from her mouth long enough to look into her eyes. In their own minds they could get away with this. Even when he felt his stomach flop around, he put it off as anxiousness. His body was a little slower to respond because it was tired and had been a little drunk off this for over a week. It wouldn't last. _________________ She curled a hand against the side of his neck as she looked in his eyes. They were kidding themselves. She knew it. She was the voice of reason in this situation always. And yet all she could do was unfurl her hand so it could guide his mouth back to hers as she used her other hand to pull his shirt free from his pants. This was probably the most clothing they’d worn around each other in a week and frankly she’d gotten used to the minimal state of dress they’d had. ______________ The shirt was the first thing to go, tossed aside quickly while he fiddled with his belt, still drunk off her mouth. His hands were right back under her skirt, pooling it around her waist. He was still under the thought process that he could play games with his body and mind. If he chose to think of something far more mundane than what he was actually doing. It worked momentarily, but the minute he loosened his belt and pulled her legs up to wrap his waist, that slight familiar burn set in. It wasn't bad yet, but it would be. He kept beating his mind up, telling it to think of this as a zombie raid on his xbox. Only this xbox was a lot more interactive. ________________ Zoe lifted her hips to help get rid of the clothing barriers. She was missing their little cottage in the middle of nowhere that had felt more like home than any place she’d lived in in her life. She pushed his pants down when they started to get loose as she kept her focus on his mouth. She had no idea the mental game he was trying to play with himself so he could go a little further. She’d hate herself for getting so lost in him in the moment that she completely forgot what normally happened next in this situation on the couch. ______________ God he could practically smell her desire for him. His fingers raked down her thighs, literally within reach of taking her before his body would know what to do with him. But he was too close, far too close. Her feelings and his own were starting to melt into that desire, and he lost that train of thought of zombies and rotting flesh. His breath quicker in pace the deeper their kisses went, the more his tongue penetrated her mouth he was going to lose it fast, his skin hitting that heat ratio, but he didn't stop. She would practically have to peel him off with her nails. _______________ Could they get away with it? Maybe? She could feel heat start to rise in his body but tried to convince herself it was only the normal amount in anticipation of.. but it wasn’t. It was getting hotter faster than it should. But maybe just maybe.. her hands went up his back, across his flesh, pulling him to her. Maybe... please... ________________ By the time she would rake her hand up his back again there would be a burn to her fingers, tender on the pads. He was still in her mouth but his kisses got a little sloppy, like he was starting to blank. Now he had nothing going on in his head, just a bright light blinding him, making his pulse quicken so fast he could just drop of a heart attack. ________________ That burn was like casting her hands in fire and she could feel it like she was making love to a heater, a sheen of sweat starting to coat her own skin for all the wrong reasons. No no no no no! But it was happening, the same roadblock they used to hit before they were hitting now. She could cry. She wanted to. A moment ago she couldn’t stop for anything but his body was fighting her and it brought her crashing back to reality. She broke her mouth away from his, “Chance, stop. Stop, stop, before you get sick.” she said to him in an urgent but quiet voice, trying to push him back and off her. _____________ But it wasn't just her his body was resisting. It was himself as well. He shook his head, but as she peeled him off she would be able to feel his massive irregular heart rate, which was still climbing. It actually hurt inside his chest for more than one reason. He took a moment to breath, drenched in his own sweat, his skin one notch too high to be normal. He wanted to punch his fist into a damn brick wall. _____________ She was worried about him of course as she sat up and smoothed down her skirt. She wanted to put her arm around him but didn’t think it was wise to touch him at the moment. She tried to get her own breathing back, not looking at him until finally she said, “I’ll get you some water..” She stood up to go get the said water but it was primarily because she was about to burst into tears it felt like and she wanted a moment. ______________ It was over as fast as it had started. This was what frustration felt like. Greed flopped onto the couch, pulling his jeans up with the fastening of his belt. He was still light-headed, his heart heat going a million miles per beat. He stamped a foot on the arm of her sofa pissed off that they were back to this. _____________ She knew that this would happen, they both did. She could understand his anger and frustration but she couldn’t help but feel like some of it was directed at her. She returned from the kitchen with a glass full of water and ice, handing it to him as she sat down, helping him with it if he needed it. She’d wiped the tears that spilled from her eyes and hoped her face remained dry till he left. ______________ This was his Christmas getting ganked again after getting a peek before Christmas morning. There wasn't a God. He was awful. Out of all the Sins he had to have this problem? In some way he should he thankful as it kept his attention because of everything he couldn't have on a regular basis. Two weeks just wasn't enough time for him to enjoy it, not when Greed wanted a taste too. He kept kicking the sofa until she returned. She might think she had masked her tears, but the forlorn look on her face said it all. "Are you sure me keeling over wouldn't be worth it?" He sat up, hand to his chest, still feeling like his heart was going to explode right out of his rib cage. ______________ “Shut up.” she held the glass up to his mouth, “Drink. Rest.” she said it in a way that said you know the drill. She waited till he took hold of the glass himself then got up and fixed her clothes. She didn’t want to even address what just happened, it was pretty obvious what it meant. She bent over to grab one of the suitcases to open it. Might as well separate their stuff. _____________ "So now you're just going to ignore me? You're the one that asked me to stay!" He angrily put his plaid shirt back on, except he'd buttoned it wrong. He'd never had this kind of frustration, but they had jumped into this head first. They knew it was going to happen and yet Greed was determined to find a way. "I even tried to think of zombies or some shit, you know?" He stood up seeing one shirt tail higher than the other. "To like trick myself," he unbuttoned and rebuttoned, but his hands were too shaky. _____________ Zoe was so close to losing her shit, she closed her eyes and tried to collect herself before she spoke. She looked at him and then put her hands over his to stop his movements. She was in the same state he was and this sucked. “I’m not ignoring you.” she said quietly and then started to rebutton his shirt properly for him. “I just don’t know what to do.. because there is nothing you can think of that can change this. No tricks, no magic, nothing.” she’d never felt more defeated in her life. ______________ "You regret it?" His eyes were pleading because it made him go in the bad place if she did. Like it had after---he couldn't even say her name right now. His hands started to quiet down, but they were right back in this position of friends and him never giving her up. "What do you want me to do?" He asked softly. The boy that had fallen for her wanted to know so he could fix this. _____________ She didn’t answer right away. Did she regret it? She almost did in a way because now they knew and they couldn’t have it. But she didn’t at the same time because she got to have him, however brief it was. “No.. I don’t regret it.” her hands curled into the fabric of his shirt, unable to look him in the eye. She closed her eyes as fresh tears came. She couldn’t ask him to do what she wanted him to do because it wasn’t fair. She swallowed, “Whatever you want.” her voice quiet. It wasn’t her job to tell him what he should do because of her desires. He had to decide for himself. Just like she had to for herself. ______________ When she hesitated he felt something swell inside. He wondered just how much longer she was going to keep him on the edge. He wasn't sure he could believe her when she admitted that she didn't. "You do, even a little." That hurt. He wanted her to tell him because he was willing to do anything to still have this....whatever it was. But in a matter of minutes it was crumbling to pieces. ____________ She rested her forehead against his chest, “Chance, please try to understand.. you’ll feel like this for a couple of days maybe but then it’ll be over. So no, I don’t regret it but it hurts. And I can’t help that. You’ll get brainwashed as soon as you see your sister but I have to live with the memory of what we had.” he had no idea how much that killed her. ______________ He didn't understand, not really because he knew that this wasn't it. She made this sound like a death sentence. "I'm not going to be brainwashed. Jesus fucking Christ. I wasn't wiped clean of what I am while we were fucking it up in Lithuania. Greed was still there." Kansas was a little different. ____________ She lifted her head and gave him a look, “Fucking it up? Real nice.” she pushed away from his chest and sat down on the sofa. “I don’t care about that, your sin is part of you, I’m not trying to get rid of it but the reality is that you will see your sister. She will use her...” she pressed her lips together and wiggled her fingers not knowing how to describe fucking with his sister, “..the point is you’ll forget about me again. Maybe this time for a week. And when you’re done everything will go back to the way it was.” She held up a hand bitterly, “Do me a favor this time when it happens, can you send me a text that you’re going under so I don’t worry?” like a fool. ____________ Greed rolled his eyes as they rounded this speedway again. They were running laps now on the subject. It was getting old. Were they going to always repeat this same circle until everything exploded? "And if I don't are you still going to run this same old story? I asked you what you want and you clamp up like a fucking torture device. You don't think I'm hurting here? You think its all sunflowers and daisies? It's not Zoe. It is fucking torture. But you won't let me figure out how to work with this." She was putting up her wall and not giving him a way in. _________________ She threw her hands up, “Work with what? You need to fuck. I can’t give you that. I want to and I can’t. Literally. Physically. Can’t. And I wish I could see it as ‘just sex’ with those other girls of yours but I can’t. You said you hated thinking of me with Mike, that’s how I feel all the time.” him and his goddamn experiments, a dozen girls or whatever in two weeks. “You didn’t ask me what I wanted, you asked me what I want you to do and you are not my puppet.” she pulled her legs to her chest, hating being this way with him. ________________ "We need to get something straight here before you scream at me anymore about 'other girls'. Yes, it is just sex. It's not beautiful, or romantic or anything like----" he gestured to her, "this. God Zoe, fuck, I didn't whore myself out as much as you think since I met you. Don't you dare count my experiment girls cause you were with that cheese dick." He pointed at her accusingly, but he was just running himself in circles. He wasn't even sure where he was going with this. "I don't want to just fuck you. Why don't you get that?" He put his hands on his hips. "And when I do I want to figure out a way to make it work. Even if it means tying you up and duct taping your mouth to see if it works."
His frustration was building again, it gave him a headache. "It's like your locket. Give me a chance to think instead of telling me you know what I'm going to do. You don't. Things have changed with Lithuania. I feel it. Chance, Greed, Avarice, all of me." ________________ She was severely scolded and while he did have some valid points, she didn’t think she was being entirely irrational. Some yes, entirely no. He was actually asking for them to try and figure something out, she was the one that was giving up already. George was the quitter. Was she going to be one too? She watched him with those puppy like brown eyes and then took his hand off his hip. She yanked on it hard and suddenly so he’d fall right on top of her on the sofa. Her face was an inch away from his, “Can you please stop calling yourself a whore..” she asked quietly. She needed to calm down, they’d talk about this. Logically. They’d work on whatever it was. ____________ He was aggressive like this, but the same argument was making him tired. "Why? It's what I am," he hoisted himself over her, his arms holding him up. "When you say it the way you do, that's what I am," he pulled her chin up between thumb and his forefinger. He was giving her quite a scolding, but he wasn't going to cry about it like he did in Lithuania. He was softer there, he would be stern here because he would not let her close him off and get away with it. __________ She sighed feeling like a little kid that got reprimanded. “You scare me when you’re the adult, you know that?” she leaned up and kissed his lips lightly, not a sexy kiss, it was a tender apology. She was saying sorry. “You’re not a whore.” she stroked his cheek. She wanted to say he was her boyfriend but they hadn’t really decided anything. She smiled a little, pinching her fingers together, “Maybe a little slutty..” she was just teasing him to try to diffuse the situation. They needed to lay the cards on the table but she still had a fear holding her back. _______________ "As long as we're clear on that." He didn't like when she made him out as something he didn't want to be with her. It was what Lithuania had shown him, and the Sin inside had witnessed it all. He wasn't going to take the same punches his human self was too overwhelmed to take. He didn't smile, he still felt like she needed to see him more like this because too often even she didn't take him seriously. At her apology his corner lip quirked softly. _______________ She nodded and then raised her brows still looking up at him, “Can you kiss me before I start feeling like I’m gonna get grounded?” _______________ He quirked one brow at her request. "I don't know I feel like I'm teaching you a lesson." He lowered his arms which leveled him just over her without crushing. He gave her a small kiss, but it was quickly followed by a friendlier one. ______________ “Yes, and I’ve learned it. Are you happy?” she was smiling a little because it was rare when he got to be the logical side of their relationship. She wrinkled her nose at the small kiss and still didn’t seem satisfied with the friendlier follow up. She locked her arms around his neck to keep him from going too far away, “I’m sorry, I should have specified, I’d like a real kiss...” and she showed him exactly what she meant. ______________ He'd only learned from Lust how far to go when he scolded. Zoe was a tad more sensitive than he was accustomed to, sometimes he went a little too far. Her little kiss melted that a bit. When the rest of his family took him as a child, sometimes his reactions became a bit heated. He melded against her now, but that kiss and the position wasn't nearly as sexual. It was reassurance to them both that while sometimes she wanted to give up, Greed never would. "Then I'll accept." _____________ She liked his weight on her in situations like this, it was comforting in a way. She looked at him now that they were both calm, “Chance.. what do you want, if it was a perfect world and it could be anything? Wait, no, let me go first.” it was only fair, he’d asked and she had refused to answer, “In a perfect world if we didn’t have to worry about anything I’d want to be in a relationship with you. Be your girlfriend. Just the two of us. Committed to each other until one of us or both of us decides this isn’t what they want anymore. Where you’d be with and kiss only me and we wouldn’t have to hide. Could walk down the street without...” she sighed and plucked at his shirt absently, “..being accosted by saints or virtues or hell people.” she raised her gaze back to him, “In this perfect world your blood wouldn’t be replaced with lava any time we got naked or kissed for longer than a minute.” she wasn’t stupid, she knew a great deal of what she said wasn’t possible. But they had to say what they really wanted before they could figure out what they could actually get. _______________ He could feel her heart scatter in her chest, pounding against his rapidly. He rubbed the pink that flushed her cheek with his thumb. That was a lot to swallow when she threw it out in a list like that. A lot of it impossible. He took a breath, thumb still caressing her cheek while he found the words. "In a perfect world, huh?" He traced his finger down an invisible path against her lips, chin, jawline and ear. "I wouldn't have killed the two people that pushed me over the edge. I wouldn't have made enemies with my sister so I have to conceal you." his voice was soft, still fingering her face with the pad of his finger. "I'd be able to resist the desires of the flesh so I could have the girl I never want to let go. But its not me." He whispered with his nose brushing hers, "You wouldn't succumb to age and I could have you forever." He'd been around a long time. Was it too much to ask to find someone who wasn't so delicate? It was however part of why he tried in his own way to keep her from breaking. Even when the pieces fell he glued them back, polishing and shining until she was beautiful again. _______________ She closed her eyes when she felt tears threaten them. No, what she asked for wasn’t who he was. And yes there was that whole pesky she was going to die thing. She opened her eyes again, they were glassy and sad but she was holding it together. “Aren’t we a pair of dreamers..” because that’s what it felt like. It was why she always came so close to giving up because it seemed impossible. _____________ Greed lived in humanity's dream world. They wanted the riches, he provided, whatever the riches were in their mind. It wasn't always money. His own dream was crushed constantly by his Sin, but it didn't stop him from going after it. His motto was to never give up, he wasn't about to be a stepping stool without a new one to climb. The stairs he went up were endless. "It doesn't mean you just stop dreaming." You took what you wanted. He didn't want her to give in, then it would be as if he had influenced her. If she wanted something, she needed to grasp it and hold on tight. "Giving up is for fucking pussies." Though, she could legitimately argue she had one of those. _______________ She closed one eye and made a face, not the best use of words but the message came through loud and clear. “I’m not giving up.” she wanted him to know that, “But I do think you need a little time away from me. Just until your brain and body stabilizes. We don’t know if.. Lithuania had an effect on your.. thoughts. Last time, when we came back from Kansas...” she trailed off. He’d been so sweet, and romantic. He’d been in love. And then he was with Lust. Forgot Zoe for a few days and when he resurfaced it was like no big deal. It’d hurt to an extreme level. She put her hands on his chest, looking at him to try to make him understand, “Just so you can be sure. Before we try to make any decisions.” mainly whether they could be a couple or not. She would never ask him to give up Lust or his randoms but she told him she couldn’t have a relationship with him fucking around all the time. She knew it wasn’t fair because they couldn’t have sex but it hurt her too much to give him a free pass. If they tried to find a solution, he needed to be sure that he was ready to search for one that might be something he might not like. ______________ "In Kansas I was stripped of all of Greed. This was different." It was almost as if instead of being blacked out Greed just occasionally went to sleep. Did she really want to shove him off for a few days. "How long is a little?" Those kind of phrases could be misleading. ____________________ “This was different so we have to be careful. I don’t want you to have regrets or be unsure. I just want you to take a little time. Just.. as long as you need. However long that is. You should also probably see your sister.” and it pained her to say that but last time Greed had reverted some after seeing Lust. Zoe didn’t want to go through that again. Her arms went around his neck, “But tonight.. I’d like it if you would stay with me. If you want to.” she wouldn’t force or ask. Just this is what she wanted.. it’d be nice if he wanted it too. ______________ He grunted at the mention of Lust. He couldn't see her until he had a heads up in this locket business. Yet, if he let her dangle for too much longer without a word she would rip his throat out and then fuck him. She was a black widow. A mantis. She chewed her food down after getting what she wanted first. He just wasn't in any hurry. Not yet. "I said I would didn't I? I wasn't the one who started to unpack." Just when she was close enough for a kiss he licked her nose. They'd made it through that round, now it was time out for a little while. Enough to live in their pretend world for the night. ________________ “You say alotta things..” she closed her eyes tight and looked shocked when he licked her nose before she burst out laughing. She opened her eyes and looked at him while wrinkling her nose, “Just for that I should make you unpack..” ____________ "I just want to stay right here," he would chain her to that couch with his body. He had Greed's energy but he just wanted to snuggle. Damn doing anything else for a few hours.