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Entry tags:	greed

Who: Greed [Narrative] + NPC Mary The Preacher's daughter
What: Greed has a run in with his nympho-preacher's daughter but is feeling something a little new guilt.
When: Sunday morning Church service
Where: Local church, Greed's apartment
Warnings: Little sexy-times sort-of



Sunday morning service was a little bland. Greed stretched his arms across the pew, cracking his knuckles as he prepared for damage. That was when Mary pranced over from her seat to drop down beside Greed.

"Hello Handsome," she said with a grin, her long legs crossed so he could see her skirt ride up her thigh. "I wondered where you'd disappeared to," she nudged his arm teasingly.

His eyes went to her legs, inspecting her as they eased up to her face. She was a little blonder than he last remembered.

“I was out of town.”

The wall he had put up around Lust was there as well with Mary, not sure how to destruct it or if he even wanted to. When he stepped out of church, Mary followed, her arm circling around his shoulders. “Why don’t we go back to your place,” she put her hands on his shoulders massaging the tenseness that had built up in a matter of seconds, “and you can tell me all about it.” She left a red mark on his cheek with her lipstick, curling her fingers into the short blond strands on his neck. He didn’t seem like he was in the best of moods today, but she could wiggle that out of him pretty quickly with just the shake of her skirt.

Mary’s first mistake was to walk into his apartment as if she belonged in it. As if she had made herself a home within it when she was there. He hadn’t seen her in a couple of weeks, but she was in no way a piece of the interior yet. The vibe in the air was tormenting Greed, it was setting him and this completely off.

Her lips instinctively collided with his, dragging him out of his head-space to focus on more interesting things. She had never known this guy to really think too much about anything. Usually his hands were all over her. They didn’t spend a lot of time chatting about the weather. When his back hit the kitchen counter she spread his legs with her knee, hands already going for his belt to rid him of these pesky clothes. “Come on handsome,” she twirled her hand around his tie, loosening his shirt from his pants with another chaste kiss. “Do I need to wake you up a little?” with a smirk she let her hands slide down his hips, dropping his pants and boxers with a smirk, a hand curling around him. Within a few minutes her mouth replaced her hand, caressing him with her tongue instead.

She pushed herself up off her knees, wiping the corners of her mouth which still held a satisfied smirk. “Feeling better now?” she quirked a brow, sliding out of her heels now so she didn’t tower over him. At least now he would have a smile on his face.

It just didn’t last. There was something else hanging in the air when Mary went to kiss him again, her fingers curling against his chin. It was in a way Lust often grabbed for his attention. She had pleased him, now maybe he could return the favor. Her tongue slid out this time to creep in between his lips. It was tasty, she was divine, but that niggling in the back of his mind wouldn’t go away. When he pulled his boxers back up, Mary pouted a little put off, but she didn’t leave. Instead she just made herself at home, fishing through the cabinets for some of that tea she’d made last time. There were only two bags left, still in the same spot. She set the kettle on the stove as Greed flopped on the couch and turned on the television. He wasn’t sure what he was in the mood for.

She sat down beside him while the tea waited to steep, linking her arm under his as he blasted away zombies on the screen. She brushed a few strands of hair around his ear, noticing for the first time that little frog tattoo on the inside. “You okay, baby?” she asked, as if she had that kind of right to call him with that title. She didn’t, but he was too engrossed in the television to listen to anything she was actually saying. Their intimacy had painted a different picture for her, even if they were very similar. She was Lust in a human package without all the vengeful spirit. Her fingers brushed over his ear, placing a kiss softly.

He paused. The move making him a statue.

“Don’t do that,” he finally said in a huff.

She ruffled his head when the kettle whistled on the stove, getting up to make a few cups. She returned with the hot tea, but once again Greed had engrossed himself into his game. Well, she wouldn’t have that. Mary strapped her legs around his waist, tugging the controller out of his hands and pushing him against the couch, her hands grabbing his neck so that he would look at her. “Hey,” he still didn’t look. “Hey,” she said a little softer, coaxing him into another kiss. When she had his lips locked with hers, her long legs cemented to the couch around him, he had nowhere to go. For a while that worked. But his mind wasn’t with her. It was with someone else in his head. He closed his eyes, his body responding to her touches and her deep kisses. Her tongue was practically caressing his tonsils. It like her little oral session was good for a short time while they made out on that couch. When she rubbed the tips of his ears between her fingers he stopped again, a little out of breath. He opened his eyes not seeing the vision in his mind which was a much sweeter looking girl than what was tangled up in his lap.

Why was this such an issue right now? He was cock-blocking himself and it was unnerving. He couldn’t understand what he was feeling right now. It was guilt. Not the kind of guilt he had ever felt before. Greed pushed Mary out of his lap, the second rejection of the day. She still didn’t leave, handing him a cup of tea instead thinking he was just feeling a bit of jet-lag to be himself, even though she hardly knew who Greed really was. She saw a mirror image, knew that there was only so much to push before it was too far. He needed a little time. She would pull him back in the saddle again.

Her second mistake came when Greed saw the empty box of tea on the counter. That was Zoe’s box. He closed it’s lid, putting it back in the cabinet where it had been before. The box lid popped open again and he closed it softly, treating it as if it were a sick puppy. “We can get you some more tea, Chance,” she said blowing her lips over her hot cup. He seemed almost disturbed when she said that.

“We?” his words were slow as he shoved her out of the door with his narrowed eyes alone.

“Why did you use the last of it? WHY?” he shut the cabinet door, shooing her away with his hands. “Go, just go.” This wasn’t her home. That wasn’t her tea. This was invasion and he wasn’t happy with it.

He was done with this for the day. Now he needed a whole new shelf of tea.