WHO: Greed & Zoe WHEN: Friday night WHERE: Zoe's place then Greed's WHAT: Lockets & Lists WARNING: PAY ATTENTION TO ME
It was still early afternoon, the sun was out bright and loud. He pulled his shades down over the bridge of his nose, still whistling the same tune he’d been singing when he picked up his prize from Hephaestus. It had been a few days, he had even seen Lust, but he hadn’t announced that he’d completed his little test. He had to show Zoe first. The goal was to fool her with the replica, see if it was well worth it’s money. The craftsman had skill, Greed wouldn’t knock that. Hephaestus had some nice digs. The true test was if this thing could fool Theseus. If it could fool him, it would fool Poseidon. At least that was the plan.
He’d skipped out of work a few hours early, still dressed in his dress pants and black shirt. He’d added a splash of color with the silk tie and leather shoes. As he scaled the stairs to Zoe’s apartment building he was whistling the same tune from a few days before. He danced up those stairs, a swing expert with moves he hadn’t practiced in ages. It meant he needed to go out to the swing club sooner rather than later, but Lust didn’t like it as much. He whistled and danced all the way to the door, locket swinging in front of the entry way when she opened it. The scene mimicked the time he’d brought the same piece of jewelry after he’d made off with it like a thief. __________________
Zoe was baking brownies because despite trusting Greed and having a great mini vacation with him, she was still stressed out about her locket. The whole apartment smelled delicious and she just took the brownies out of the oven to cool, a chocolate streak on her nose when the doorbell rang. She opened the door to see her boyfriend but his sexy look was lost on her as her eyes went straight to the locket. She squealed and covered her mouth her hands, “My locket!” she was so thrilled to see it, “I can’t believe it’s done..” she reached for it, “I feel naked without it.” she touched her collarbone. __________________
Well, that was a good reaction. Except she had instantly zoomed to the fake dangling from his fingers and not him. He couldn’t help but pout, he was insulted. No greeting at all except some high pitched squeal. “Am I invisible?” he said holding out his free hand with an irritated tone. Seriously? He snatched the locket back from her hands, putting it right in front of his face, even then it was as if she saw nothing but the piece of jewelry. It was incredibly rude. __________________
Her mouth dropped open and she looked at him being the little kid he was. She put her hands on her hips and gave a lopsided smile, “And hello to my incredibly impatient and attention whore of a boyfriend.” and if he’d let her, she’d give him a kiss. __________________
He held on to the locket. He most definitely wasn’t giving it up now. She didn’t deserve it. He stuck his tongue out at her and pushed into the doorway. Whether she had a kiss to give him or not, he was not accepting the greeting now. “Moment’s passed.” He said with a whistle. He looked snazzy and she didn’t even comment with her eyes. __________________
Zoe’s keen eyes narrowed as she looked at the locket. She wanted to pounce it but something was telling her it was okay he didn’t give it to her. Would he trick her with the fake? Well, the best way to get something from a child was by not asking for it. So she let it go. Even though she didn’t want to.
“The moment’s passed for a kiss? I never thought I’d live to see the day. It’s okay, my lips are going to make out with a brownie instead.” she shut the door after he muscled his way in. She was dating a five year old. __________________
Greed stuffed the jewel in his pocket. He expected her to wrangle it from him. When she didn't he got more antsy.
His nose followed the smell even before she said the word 'brownies'. Immediately he recoiled, stomping his feet. "Whyyyyy?" He whined looking toward the kitchen at the pan of brownies. He whined again pointing at them, his opposite hand over his eyes as he turned away. "Put those away! Put those away now!" __________________
She raised her brows, “Because brownies are delicious? They aren’t made with holy water.. what’s gotten into you? I thought you loved my brownies.” she did not put them away, she instead picked up a knife to cut into the ooey gooey brownies that were still warm from the oven. She had even put chocolate chunks in it that melted in your mouth when you bit into them. But he knew that because he’d had them before. __________________
"I can't eat brownies I'm getting fat!" Lust had already drilled in that before he left days ago. Zoe was always talking about his squishy bits, now he knew why. He was packing on a few pounds and not tightening up. He poked an eyeful in between his fingers, closing them again quickly. He could hide behind his hand all he wanted, it didn't take away the smell. __________________
She frowned and looked at him, “Fat?” what in the world had gotten into him. She put the knife down and looked at him, “And what makes you think you’re getting fat?” __________________
"Luusst," he said with drawn out syllables. He moved his hands down dropping them to his middle. His waist was still half the size of his shoulders, which were very broad and wide. He kind of had a triangular shape from his shoulders to torso. Even now there wasn’t even a muffin top billowing over the sides of his pants. He stared at the brownies, now as rudely as she had of the locket when he showed up. He licked his lips but stayed planted. __________________
Her brows flicked up for a second, of course it was his crazy sister that put that idea in his head, “Ah, I see.” she picked up a piece of brownie between her fingers and looked grave, “This is very serious indeed.” she walked over to him, “Very very serious.” he was the best looking with the best body of any guy she’d ever been with, maybe even ever seen. She wanted to nibble on him more than the brownie in her hand because he was dressed very sexily but she didn’t let him know that. She took a bite of the brownie and chewed it as she slowly circled him, “Hmmmm....” she said as if she was inspecting him, her fingers becoming sticky with chocolate. __________________
His clothes fit him like a glove. His shirt was perfectly tucked in, his belt not too loose, but snug on his waist. His pants had the right amount of shape without bunching in the wrong places, pressed nicely. The shoes accentuated his big feet but didn't make them look like a sideshow. Everything he put on, be it a t-shirt and jeans showed off all the best attributes of his body.
His head whipped around as she vanished behind him and then back around. "What--?" Doctors did that when they had bad news. Your blood pressure is too high, you're sick, here's some antibiotics, drop a few pounds before you come back. She had a very serious look going on and he didn't like it. __________________
She came back around to his front and leaned against the kitchen table and she twisted her lips to the side as if she was contemplating something. One arm folded across her chest as the other still had brownie in her hand, a little streak of melted chocolate going down the side of her ring finger, “Nothing, just looking. Appreciating the view. I think it’s... noble of you to dedicate yourself to a healthier lifestyle.” she kept her eyes on his as her hand went to her mouth, the tip of her tongue sticking out to slowly lick the chocolate streak up her finger. __________________
"Noble?" He squeaked taking a step forward watching the chocolate and her tongue dart out to follow the melted line down her finger. He licked his lips taking another step forward. Did she have to be so seductive about it? It was hard to say what got him more excited. The brownie or her..though it was safe to argue she was also his brownie.
He put his hands on his hips, cocking one side out with the shift of his weight on one leg. "Appreciating or thinking of where to stick me?" He poked a finger on his side where Lust had declared not hard enough. __________________
She nodded and finished off the small piece, letting her middle finger sit on her pillow soft bottom lip before pushing it further into her mouth just a little, using her teeth to get some of the chocolate off. He remembered when he did that to her fingers to get the caramel, didn’t he? Well, he wouldn’t anymore. Snickers were fattening.
She moved her fingers long enough to talk, “Appreciating. But you know it’s making me think. Maybe I shouldn’t have brownies either.” she turned around to lean across the table so he could see her butt, her hand hovered over the brownie pan, fingers wiggling. She wasn’t skinny, she had slender legs but her butt was bubbly like her boobs and she had curvy hips. Her going on a diet would destroy her current figure. ______________
Greed whimpered like a puppy dog, watching her fingers like a hawk. She had this thing with her fingers now. She was constantly teasing him with them. His bottom lip got sucked in by his teeth when she turned around. He liked her curves and all those squishy parts that fit up against him perfectly. His hands also enjoyed all those curves. So the question of her own body made his brows crease over his eyes with a grumble. "I won't fuck you if you go skinny!" He crossed his arms with a 'hmph' sound from his frustrated breath. She wasn't Lust. She wasn't Mary, who were long, lean and plush in some places. Zoe was plush all over without being a cow. If she lost weight he'd lose all those places to grope. ________________
It was the sweetest thing for him to say. She’d never struggled with her weight like that, she’d always had a curvaceous figure but she’d had boyfriends that thought she’d look better if she was a stick. So to have the vainest man on the planet say he liked her like she was... it was a high compliment. If not funny that her punishment would be being denied sex.
She plucked another small piece of brownie with her hand and turned back around to look at him, “But I have to fuck you if you do?” she shook her head, “Sorry, I kinda like you like this. Not a slab of granite, which by the way, is not fun to cuddle, but most definitely not fat. I think you look... perfect.” she moved closer, her lips an inch away from his, “Buuuuuuut if you really wanna give up temptations...” she moved the piece of brownie up between their lips and if he wasn’t gonna nom it, she would. _________________
"What do you think I am? A virtue?" He drug her close, those plush curves pressed up against him. The brownie she offered (or didn't) was fished out with his teeth with the help of his skilled tongue. She could join in if she wanted, but he was enjoying both the taste of her mouth and the brownie all at once. _____
Her laugh was muffled as he kissed her and he’d been too slow so that brownie was in her mouth by the time he tried to get a piece but he seemed to be having fun trying to find it. She swallowed the small piece but her mouth still tasted like chocolate and he was more than welcome to explore every bit of sweetness in it. Her arms went around him, her sticky hand making sure not to touch him as she was pressed against him and he was still pretty solid. “Still wanna diet?” she asked in between kisses. _______________
"Where'd it go?" He licked his lips, getting that sugary taste of chocolate but no brownie. He eyed her warily. "You're using me for my mouth," he grumped, his hands on her hips (he loved having hips that actually molded to his hands). "I haven't decided yet," but his radar was pointing towards not. _________________
She had a serious look on her face, “Isn’t that helping? Thought you didn’t like how your body is now?” but she couldn’t help but grin when he grumped, because he was adorable. “Actually I’m using you for much more than your mouth..” her non chocolate hand went down and groped his butt. Her other hand went back to the pan and she broke off a bit more of brownie, “Oh you haven’t decided yet, okay. Well don’t mind me, I’m just going to eat this delicious ooey gooey still warm filled with chocolate goodness brownie while you make up your mind.” and she popped the piece into her mouth before he could even react. ________________
He sucked in a breath as her hand squeezed, his hands tightening on her waist and hoisted her onto the counter without a blink. That same breath was released and sucked back through his teeth as his eyes caught the brownie in her mouth. "You're teasing a Sin?" He clicked his tongue. "Bad girl," he purred going in this time for the new piece of brownie. ________________
She let out a small oof! when he plopped her on the counter like she weighed nothing and just smiled at him when he pointed out the irony of it. Though he seemed like he was turned on by it. She hooked her legs around the back of his in his standing position so he could come even closer and try to take the brownie from her. Her chocolate arm rested on his shoulder at the wrist but her free hand went to his side and slowly while he was distracted by her and chocolate, pilfered her locket from his pocket. ________________
Greed was busy, obviously with her face, chocolate and her legs but he could feel something slip from his person. He laughed into her mouth. "Are you trying to steal from me?" he asked between kisses. "That's almost adorable." ________________
She froze and her lashes lowered since he caught her, “Noooo...” she responded, still with kisses. “I’m just.. trying to borrow what’s mine... without you knowing.” she gave him a big sheepish smile trying not to laugh and see if he’d buy that while her hand was tangled with the necklace in his pocket. _________________
"Oh?" He sounded curious, "who says its yours?" He wiggled his brow, not stopping her from fishing her hand around in his pocket. With her legs around him he had nowhere to go, so he placed his hands on either side of her on the counter. He was pleased with himself. Her real locket was hidden. ________________
She narrowed her eyes at him and turned her head to the side, not trusting him. She kept her hand in his pocket, “First... are you done being a girl and crying about getting fake fat? Can I have my hot sexy full of himself boyfriend back? The one I can eat brownies and pizza and cuddle with?” she rested her brow against his, “Because otherwise I need to put an ad in the newspaper for a new one and the office closes by five.” ________________
"Fake fat? That's not fake fat. You know who my brother is, I'm hoping I never inherited his big bones. If he's still hanging onto the meat." He slapped at the sides of her plump butt, fingers inching up her shorts. He leaned in for another kiss, disappointed when the chocolate was all gone. "Then looks like I better lock you down until 5:05." He scooted her so that she sat half off the counter. Using his waist as a wall to balance her as he reached for one of the brownies. When he got his paw on one he stuffed half of it in his mouth. _____________
Her lips formed a perfect ‘o’ when he grabbed the sides of her butt and scooted her forward, her mostly bare leg wrapping around him a little more. “That was the fastest diet I’ve ever seen.” she tried to kiss him but his mouth was stuffed with brownie so she kissed his cheek. A moment later she pulled the necklace from his pocket, “A-ha!” she said in victory, so happy to see it. ____________
"I'm not good at resistance. It's not one of my strong suits.” he said through a mouthful of chocolate. He made one of his orgasmic noises, but they weren't in the public domain. Once her hands were on the necklace he tried to intercept it, but he was more focused on the brownie. He waited to see how long it took her to notice. ____________
She pressed her lips together and looked at him with amusement when he went orgasmic on her brownies but then she was looking at the locket again. She easily got it away from his hands since he was too busy with the food and she moved her hair to one side to clasp it around her neck. It was there for maybe half a second before she looked like someone shot her dog and she wriggled like she had a gross worm around her neck, quickly taking it off. She held it in her hand and looked at him with sad puppy dog eyes, “Where’s the real one?” ________________
Greed had crammed the other half of brownie in his mouth, looking over her shoulder at the rest of the plate before she started to wriggle.
"Damn, did I pick up the wrong one?" He looked over the fake. Hephaestus had quite the handiwork. ________________
She balked and shoved his arm lightly with the hand that held the necklace, “Chance!” she said in a voice that suggested she might be close to freaking out. ________________
"Oops," he shrugged. "I must have left the real one at home." He finished chewing off his chocolate brownie. Then he could talk without a mouthful. "Guess that means you're sleeping over," his teeth gleamed in that wide smile, wiggling his butt with his hands planted back on the counter. ________________
She gave him a look, “How convenient.” she hooked her arm around his neck because she wanted to get off the counter so she could pack. “You know, you don’t have to kidnap me anymore, since I’m your girlfriend. But bribes are nice.” she was just joking and smooched his cheek. “Oh but I bought new jammies. I can try them out at your place.” ________________
“Aww, that means I can’t bring the chloroform next time?” He seemed so disappointed. He moved his hands to the necklace she still held. “It’s a bangup copy,” he fingered the front of it. Just as he had with the real one, the desire for it was gone. It had been a bright object that caught his attention, but it had led him to a better one.
His arm went around her waist, once again picking her up as if she were nothing more than a feather. He let her plant her feet on the ground, taking the pan of brownies. “We’re taking these too.” He urged her to hurry. ________________
She replied without missing a beat, “Only if I get to use some on you.” because God knew he was a hyperactive five year old. “Yeah, but it’s not mine.” she handed him the necklace and he knew exactly what she meant. He’d tried replacing his most prized possession and it just never amounted to the same thing.
She took his help and nodded, “Of course we are. Can we order pizza?” she liked cooking with him but was feeling lazy and cuddling up with a bad movie and him and brownies and pizza, she couldn’t think of a better night as she tossed stuff she needed in a backpack.
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She was beginning to really understand what it meant to be him. Once you had the real deal, it was hard to shake. Everything else just came in second, and for Greed there was no imitation. He had the best or nothing at all. Though some could wonder about his sense of taste and style when he went more casual or spent a fortune on infomercial products.
He was in the black car for now, still just as sporty and impressive as everything else he owned. He actually dragged her up to the apartment in his arms, he was impatient, depositing her, the brownies and the bag onto the floor. Already since she had seen it, his apartment had accumulated more stuff. There was still a mound of tea laying on the kitchen table since the last time.
The biggest new item was that gigantic bed. Leather comforter and all, hardly broken in. He flopped back on it with his arms behind his head, kicking off his shoes. He hadn’t forgotten about her necklace, he just was preoccupied. ________________
She burst out laughing when he grabbed her and carried her. Apparently she was not moving fast enough. She sighed with a smile and shook her head when he went to the bedroom. The place was turning into a storage area.. she followed him in and looked at him on the bed, “Don’t you just look like the King of the castle..” her backpack was still slung over her shoulder. She knew he had a system to things, liked things in their place. She didn’t want to put it down and unknowingly disrupt everything.
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Greed waved her towards the bed, dragging her towards him. "So where's this new outfit I need to see?" He pulled the strap of her bag off her shoulder. "Show me!" He clapped happily. This was a show for him. __________________
She let him drag her towards him and sat on the edge of the bed, raising her brows, “Don’t you have something to show me first?” ________________
He'd already opened up her bag, digging through it at her question. "Oh, that..." He jumped up, holding her bag in his hand as he snooped around with his room. He dropped to the floor, crawling under the dresser on his hands and knees. Eventually, after shuffling with his arm down under the dresser he pulled out a small cream colored box. ________________ She made a face and grabbed the bag back from him when he got up, “Nosy. You’ll see when I change.” the boy couldn’t wait for anything. She watched him curiously looking like a bloodhound and bounced a little in anticipation. She looked at the box and then at him, she wouldn’t reach for it. ________________
It may have seemed like an obvious place, but there was a little overhang from the drawer that he could squirrel away little flat things and no one would find it. He shook the box expecting her to take it. "Here!" He griped pulling himself up off his knees and to the bed. He bounced on the bed making it squeak, moving her hair away from her neck and forward. There he placed the locket, letting it droop down her collarbone to clasp. ________________
Zoe was almost afraid to take it, as if something would go wrong. She never believed in things going right in her life. It took her forever to accept Greed loved her and even now once in awhile she had a panic attack about it. She let him put the necklace on her and this one felt right. The weight, the way it settled, it felt warm. She took in a deep slow breath and let it out, feeling... whole. She finally looked at him, her eyes swimming with emotion, “Thank you..” she said softly and moved forward to put her arms around him so she could give him a loving squeezing hug. _________________
"Think it'll convince Theseus?" Greed knew that's who it was for. He was certain Lust was ducking around with the guy, because Lust had no use for a pretty item like that. He kissed a bare spot on her neck just before being tackled. _____________
She sounded grumpy when she said, “He didn’t even remember what my grandmother looked like so I’m pretty sure a rock on a string would be the same thing to him as this locket.” but it meant the world to Zoe. She snuggled into him, one arm around him and the other held the locket as she looked down at it. The two most important things in her life. __________________
"I know how it feels to lose something," he clamped his arms down around her, slamming them backwards so she was thrown on top of him. "So," he picked at her shirt, "where's this sexy new outfit just for me?" He'd given the locket, even exchange time. __________________
She blinked and looked down at him when he brought them on the bed, “Firstly, it’s not just for you. It’s just new. And secondly, kinda hard to change in this position.” she wriggled on top of him, “Lemme up.” ________________
"Of course its for me! I gotta look at it!" Nothing she bought anymore was just for her. Was she crazy? He reluctantly gave up his grip, pointing to his lap. "You get right back on this when you get back." As if he was some kind of pony to mount. ________________
She scrambled off him and gave his lap a look, “You bought a giant bed and still end up squished with me, what does that tell you?” she picked up her backpack and started towards the bathroom to change but then stopped short. She twisted her lips to the side and looked left and right and then back at him, “Chance.. is there any place I can keep my stuff? I mean, just for tonight.” __________________
Greed had just stretched out with some room to spare when she turned. "Ummm," he looked around for an empty space that she could stuff it. "Over there by the dresser," there was a little cubby hole she could stash it. He flopped his shoes off, clapping his hands together. "Come on come on! I want to see!" Even though he was still in dress shirt, tie and slacks. __________________
She stashed her bag where he said to, “Calm down crazy, I’m getting to it.” she took out the new night clothes and a tooth brush. She held it up to show him, “I’m putting this in the bathroom, I promise when I leave tomorrow, I’ll take it with me.” she didn’t want him to feel like she was moving her things into his space. And with that she went to the bathroom to change.
When she emerged, she was wearing a black cami with yellow border and the batman symbol on her chest and matching undies, both that had yellow lacy ribbons on them to make it kinda girly. She put her hands up, palms facing the ceiling and looked down at her outfit as if to silently ask what he thought. __________________
There was yellow it made him giddy. He grinned happily with a bounce off the bed. Lust usually pulled out the barely clad, the sheer and classy. This catered to his geeky side. He didn't even know it glowed in the dark, he just liked the way it hugged her shape. "Batman now? Do I need a new superhero suit?" __________________
“You already don’t have a closet full?” she countered. She rubbed her lips together and put her fists on her hips in a semi-super hero pose, “Do you like it or does it just make you wanna dress up in it?” she really wouldn’t be surprised if she caught him in it one of these days. __________________
He walked on his knees across the bed to the edge, making grabby hands for her to come closer. What was the fun if he couldn't touch? When she was within reach he tugged on one of the ribbons dangling from the panties. "It's cute." He laughed. "I don't think I could fit..." He turned her hips to one side than the other, looking around where he could see that plump butt of hers. __________________
She grinned and came closer, a blush hitting her cheeks as he inspected her. She put her hands on his shoulders, “So better than the plaid jammies?” since he always complained about her night time attire not being sexy enough. She wasn’t one for lingerie and sexy things that were not designed for comfort but she was willing to compromise. Sexy/Cute as long as it was comfy. __________________
“God I hate those stupid things. I should burn all your plaid.” He liked plaid, he wore plaid, he just didn’t like plaid on her. He made a disgusted face with his tongue poked out as if he’d eaten something bitter. His fingers tugged on the leg hem of her undies and pulled it back, letting it slap against her skin with a soft smack. __________________
She frowned, “Noooo! Don’t you dare. I love my plaid jammies. I don’t burn your clothes I hate.” she jumped when he snapped her undies band and shoved him lightly, “Asshole.” before one of her arms slid from his shoulder to around his neck. __________________
“What do I possibly wear you don’t salivate over?” He fell back against the mattress dragging her with him. “I’m made of money, I look expensive.” He wasn’t an escort, but that could be a new line of work if times should call for it. “Except when I go for jeans and flip-flops.” Which she seemed to be attracted to. __________________
“Ack!” she said when he took her onto the bed with him. “Mmm... nothing...” she turned her lips in and looked to the side when she said it. She wasn’t a fan of his super sleek suit look. It made her feel out of place. But he’d take it the wrong way and still looked handsome so she didn’t say anything and stretched her legs out on the bed and scooted closer to the pillows to inspect them. __________________
“Ooooo,” he hummed as she squirmed, “gives me goosebumps.” Though her attention seemed to have shifted again to something else. He was going to really start taking this lack of interest thing to heart. It was offensive when she didn’t want to play.
He sprung up his knee, blockading her like a brick wall from moving any further. It kept her on him. Though it was easy to say he could fit at least fifty people on this bed. It was bigger than the last one. It still smelled like it had been broken out of the plastic. New, fresh, oh god he could roll his face all in it. __________________
She raised a brow at his barrier. She grabbed his tie and pulled on it lightly, enough to move him forward. “What is it...” she got him closer to her and tugged on the tie knot to loosen it, “...with your weird thing about me and pillows?” since even in the hotel room he got jealous of her cuddling a pillow.
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"You've got all of this," he patted his chest, "and all of this to lay on, in between and against." He motioned over the rest of him. "The pillow ain't got nothin on me." He growled like a dog as she fiddled with his tie. "You like undressing me." His brow shot up pleased. He liked her undressing him. Lust did it like a mother. Zoe did it like a lover. ____________________
“You aren’t as soft as the pillow oh and..” she gave a quick tug on the tie, making it go zwiiiiiip as it slid right off his neck and she was close to his face, “It’s a pill-ow.” she laughed softly because he was ridiculous. “I think you hate pillows with me more than you did Mike.”
When he pointed out what she was doing, a pink hit her cheeks, mouth falling slightly open, “I... no.. just.. you seemed a bit overdressed for a sleepover.” she bit her bottom lip, “That’s all.” one hand dipping into the collar of his shirt where his top button was.
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With his elbows propped into the bed, arms loosely hanging at his sides. "Overdressed?" He threw his head back against the pillow with an infectious laugh. "What are you going to do about it?" He swung his hips, knee swaying back and forth until it collided softly with her for an answer. ________________
She grinned, “I’m going to beat you up, that’s what I’m gonna do.” and she literally jumped on him, “When you’re at my place, you can’t shed your clothes fast enough, even if Gabe is home and when we’re at your place you’re covered up head to toe!” she pummeled him with her fists not that it hurt. ________________
He wiggled his feet. Socks and shoes missing. "My feet aren't covered," he gave her a sheepish look, shifting under her weight. His finger poked at the open shirt collar, letting another button go, then another. "So, I’ll ask again...what you going to do about it?" ________________
She looked down at him and tapped her bottom lip in thought, “I know you want me to make you naked.. so to punish you I shouldn’t do that. So I am going to pout and order a pizza. Because that’s the mature thing to do.” and she stuck her tongue out at him. ________________
"Like hell." His brows creased trying for a heavy look. "Pizza, pillows, fucking brownies...stop not paying attention to me." He puckered his bottom lip, grabbing for her hands and holding them hostage spread out at their sides. ________________
She looked surprised when he captured her hands, the position making her go lower and closer to him, “Chance.. I shared the brownies with you and the pizza would be for us. I’ve made out with you today, I’m at your place, on your bed..” she looked down, “On you.” she looked back at him, “And you feel like I’m not paying attention to you?” she gave him a lopsided smile, “You are so lucky you’re cute because you are absolutely batshit crazy..” she moved to give him a kiss on the lips. ________________
"Yes," he looked down at her chest, the way she squished against him with a giggle. He pecked her lips, releasing her arms only to grab the sides of her waist. "So cute I could get away with murder," he laughed but it was true. He fell into her kiss wishing he had magic powers to transport them to Kansas and back. "I want to keep kissing you..." He said against her lips with a tinge of sadness. He'd enjoyed that night of just exploring her mouth. ________________
It was maddening thinking how many times they’d started to kiss only having to stop. They would have had sex so many times by now and he wouldn’t need his sister. Then again, if they weren’t who they were, he would never have taken the time to fall in love with her and they wouldn’t be together in the first place. She kissed him for as long as she could, pushing the time limit on that one kiss until she felt the first pin pricks of heat from his body and she immediately stopped. She pulled back and kissed his jaw, resting her cheek against his for a moment. Sometimes being them sucked. She moved to sit up on him again, holding the front of his shirt where the buttons were with one hand, “You wanna know why I like undressing you?” ________________
It was forbidden fruit, that was why it was so tempting. She was always going to be a bigger temptation than a brownie or the latest car he could get his paws on. She was much more valuable than that. The kisses never lasted long enough.
“Why?” he asked with the turn of his head, positioned closer to his shoulder. ________________
Zoe looked at the remaining buttons and started undoing them, “When I was a kid, Christmas was a big deal at my house, my parents would get tons of gifts for me.” her hands kept working downwards, “And my favorite part was unwrapping the gift...” her hands held each side of his now unbuttoned shirt, “..and getting so excited because it’d always be..” she opened it up to expose his bare chest and she smiled, “..something that made me really really happy.” ______________
"Oh?" Hearing her stories always fascinated him. She invited him into her world, making him a part of it. She humanized him. His hands idly rubbed her outer thighs, his eyes dropping to his chest as she exposed it. "And what's the best thing you've ever unwrapped?" He looked back at her, curious to her reaction. _________________
She grinned, “Aside from you?” she kept working on the shirt, slowly taking it off his arms, “Mmm... probably when I was 11. I got a charm bracelet from my dad. And I was really excited, I wanted to add different charms to it and he promised he’d get me one from wherever he went for business. But.. he died before we could we start the tradition and the bracelet got lost.” _______________
He wiggled his hands out of the cuffs, completely bare from head to waist. He didn't like her sad stories. It always drowned the mood. His hands stopped their motion, just suspended against her legs. "I your charm now?" He laughed. _______________
She smiled down at him, “You’re the whole bracelet and all the charms.” truly the best gift she’d ever got. She threw his shirt to the side. ________________
"You can't fit all my charms on one bracelet." He bucked her softly with his hips and a laugh. With his shirt gone he eased his hands up her arms, sucking his bottom lip with his teeth. ________________
“I actually believe that.” Greed was the most charming guy she’d ever known. At his buck and the look on his face, she knew where his mind was but she gazed at him adoringly. The words tumbled from her mouth before she even thought about them, “I wish my parents could have met you. Out of all the assholes in my life that I’ve dated, this is the only time I wish they were still alive so I could bring you home and show them.” _______________
"You would want your parents to meet your favorite asshole?" He laughed again his head flopping back onto his pillow. "You make me sound like I have such good qualities. My Sin is itching." _______________
“Yes, they’d want to meet the asshole that makes me happy. My dad would hate you though, if that makes you feel better.” She lifted her butt up so she could turn around and sit on him again, his view now of her back as she unbuttoned his pants. _________________
He made an 'O' shape with with his mouth. There was a little patch of freckles on her shoulders that his eyes gravitated towards as she worked his pants. She was too far for him to reach, but he was unnaturally still and quiet as he connected the dots of her freckles in his head. _________________
Whenever he got quiet, she always got suspicious. It was like a kid who made constant noise and then stopped, you immediately wondered if they were up to no good. She unzipped his pants but then turned around again, half way, a hand pressing into the mattress, “What?” she quirked a brow. _________________
It wasn't a Christmas package she was unwrapping, but the next best thing. A shame they couldn't put him to work tonight. He was still connecting freckles, his finger drawing lines in the air. When she turned it messed up his work of art and he scrunched his nose. "I was connecting dots." His voice was soft as if he'd just been caught putting his hand in the cookie jar. _______________
She tilted her head and tugged his pants down half way, leaving him to kick them off as she propped herself up over him, hands on either side of him, her candy floss hair tickling his chest, “I thought you’d already connected all my dots...” she was incredibly tickled by how entranced he got with her freckles, it was cute and strange since so many people viewed it as an imperfection. __________________
He drug his legs out throwing the pants aside as they dangled off his foot with one swift kick. "Not all of them," he said with a pouty lip, tangling his fingers into her hair. It was soft like cotton, he dragged them through the strands until he reached the ends and he'd do it again. __________________
She leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips, “It would take you months to get all of them.. and that’s if you spent every night doing it.” she grinned because it was that ridiculous. But she loved him for it. __________________
"So let me make a map of them. I bet it leads me to buried treasure." He thumbed the strap of her cami, letting his hand fall, taking a trip down to the hem. His eyes dropped to her leg, those freckles there being his next target. Only this patch he could touch. __________________
She laughed, “Yes, a buried treasure of brownies. You’re gonna be so disappointed.” she had a look on her face as she turned her lips in and traced a pattern on his chest with her finger, “Speaking of which... you think you’re gonna cook in the kitchen again any time soon...?” the way she said it suggested that it was a sight that she really enjoyed. ____________________
"I could wear my kiss the cook apron," he paused giving her a view of pearly whites in his crooked smirk, "and nothing else." Let you keep that picture in your phone for a while." ________________
“I would frame that picture.” she said with a laugh and tired of propping herself up, she lowered herself down on him. Her arms on his chest as she used him as a pillow, snuggling into him, “You look very sexy when you cook.” she liked when he did domestic things, it was so normal, sometimes she forgot how unnatural by nature they were.
She turned her head to the left and then looked to his other side. There was a ton of room on either side of them and yet they were squished together, she frowned a little, “Do you....” she pointed with her finger, asking if he wanted some space because why else would you buy such a giant bed? ___________________
His arms became a vice around her, gripping but not as tight as a python. He liked when she laid on him, it meant she was there. He didn't like being away from his prize. He had to wake up, pet it, snuggle it, make sure it was happy and not dead or sad. She was his medal, he propped it up for everyone to see. He took care of it.
He shook his head side to side. "I like you right here.” ___________________
She nuzzled his neck, “Can I ask what the point was of buying a giant bed if you wanna be squished together?” he was a lovable weirdo but she liked being in his arms, she felt safe and loved there. _________________
"Because it was the biggest they had. The most expensive." The bigger, the better, the more he wanted it. He rubbed his nose against hers in a playful cuddle. _________________
She smiled sleepily when he gave her an eskimo kiss. She’d worked a morning to afternoon shift and being cuddled with him and knowing no one (aside from random floozies) knew where this place was, plus having her locket back, she was relaxed and ready for sleep. _______________
"I'm wearing your favorite boy," he laughed wiggling his hips so that it jostled her from falling asleep. He patted for the light switch but he was still hitting mattress. He tried to move with her still on top of him towards the nightstand, but he was still struggling. _______________
She looked down and sure enough he was wearing Cap underwear. She laughed and rubbed the elastic band before she kissed him, “You’re my favorite boy.” it was pampering and playing to his ego but she knew he liked that. She laughed again when he struggled to keep her and reach the lightswitch. She took his hand and move off him, staying on the mattress so he could turn off the lights but still had her hand. _________________
He kept a wary eye, clutching her hand as if at any moment she would start running. He stretched his arm hitting the switch that turned all the lights off. It should have been pitch black but there was an neon glow coming from his girlfriend. The bright bat on her chest and all those little ribbons in yellow. He squealed like a little kid, pointing at her dark silhouette. "You glow!" _________________
She looked down at her chest and then grinned in the dark, “Surprise..!” she tugged on his hand to bring him back to her, “Do you like it?” she personally wouldn’t have bought something like that but he was such a kid she hoped he’d get an extra kick out of it. _________________
He giggled again with that high pitch squeal, tangling his hands in the glowy strings of yellow coming off her undies. "I dooooo," it was a nightlight. "All I need now is a disco ball and some music." _________________
“As long as it’s a private party.” she’d die of embarrassment if anyone other than Greed saw. Her less than clothed state, even like this was for his eyes only. She let him grope around because she knew he had to or he’d explode. ________________
"Oh, right now its all me and you." He waved her hands out in the air, then folded them behind her back. "You're mine," his voice was possessive. He wouldn't give her a key or make her stay with him, but he was going to make sure she was with him as much as he deemed necessary. ________________
She leaned back a little as he trapped her hands behind her. “Yeah.. I am.” she wasn’t going to argue, she was her own person but she knew Greed was very mine mine mine. She narrowed her eyes and asked curiously, “How come you wouldn’t even let me go to turn off the lights? I’m literally next to you. Are you afraid someone’s gonna take me or that I’m gonna run off if you’re not holding onto me?” ______________
There was always the thought that someone wanted what he had. In some peculiar way he was hoarding her.
He couldn't see her face in the dark except the soft light creeping in from the living room. "Because I need to." His voice was strained, it was part of how Greed worked. His mental gears saw something he had to latch onto at every moment he could. He couldn't stash Zoe in a cage in his basement or in the back of his car, but in his hands she wouldn't go anywhere. ______________
She nodded slowly, “Okay... but why? Where do you think I’m going to go if you let go of me?” she wiggled her fingers that he still had captured behind her back. It was a very open and vulnerable position he had her in but she was perfectly calm because she trusted him not to be evil to her. _________________
"I can't stuff you in the basement or in my briefcase now can I?" He nudged her chin, giving her a chaste kiss on the lips. "It's just...how I hold on to things. When I let it go someone else wants it, or takes it." It was no different than Satan or the priest or Lust. They would try, "I'd die first." His cheek was pressed to hers, voice just a shaky whisper. "I need to be sure you're there." _________________
She pursed her lips, “No... and if you wanted me here all the time, I’d hope you’d ask me to live with you, not stuff me in the basement.” she was by no means suggesting they live together, just pointing out how crazy he sounded. She nuzzled him since he wouldn’t let her go. “You can’t be sure I’m there all the time. You work, I work, you live here, I have my own place and you do things without me and I have a life too. You don’t worry then, do you? Because you trust me to be there still, right? No one can take me because I gave myself to you.” __________________
Things had changed since Kansas. When he opened himself up after being stripped down to a human boy, when the sin came back he needed more reassurance. It was almost as if she was as thin as water.
"You've never said it...." Though it was obvious in his body's reaction when they got physical. He didn't let go of her hands, but he let her arms hang off to the side now. __________________
She frowned, a little lost. “Said what...?” that he had her? She was sure she had. But she just let him speak. Her arms were completely relaxed, letting him do what he wanted. ________________
"Are you fucking serious?" He squeaked, horrified that she had to ask. It was bad enough those stupid human things made him hang on to insecurity, especially with her. ________________
She frowned, squirming a little, “Chance.. I’ve told you before, I can’t read your mind. Will you please tell me?” she hated when he had a whole thing in his head and just expected her to know. _________________
He flopped their hands back and forth like the wings of a bird. "What you feel in here," he whispered, taking one of their joined hands and tapping it on his chest by his heart. _________________
She demurred, “I have...” she’d told him he had her heart, she’d told him how much he meant to her and everything under the sun. She’d said and shown it a million different ways but she had never said the actual words. He’d never needed her to. ______________
He hadn't needed her to say it, but that was before. Things had taken quite a spin, sometimes he felt his head spin around back and forth as if it were fighting inside against itself. There were conflicting thoughts. His clinging had turned to the extreme.
"Say it...." He sounded vulnerable. ______________
Zoe didn’t like this, Greed would push her to do a lot of things but never something like this. She couldn’t play dumb, she knew what he was asking she just didn’t know... “Why..?” she’d never demanded to hear it from him, when he said it, it was natural. Even if she said it now, he knew it wouldn’t have the same meaning as something organic. ______________
"Why can't you say it?" He pleaded. He didn't know why it unnerved him now. "Because if you can't then maybe you do only love the human side of me." And he couldn't always be that boy. ______________
It was dark so he couldn’t see the look on her face, she was feeling apprehensive and bad... until he said that last bit. His answer would come when Zoe sharply yanked one hand free and shoved him hard, away from her, wanting her other hand free too. “You asshole.” her voice soft but shaking. It was worse than doubting she loved him, what he suggested was so vile she couldn’t believe he thought she’d be capable of something like that. Especially when she was with him for months before she even got to see his human boy side. _________________
Greed wouldn't let go of her other hand. He clamped down on it even in her disgust. It irked him she still didn't say it. He had made himself vulnerable. He had her heart, now he wanted her words.
He sat up with her, flicking the lights back on. Now he could see her face. _________________
The first thing he’d see was white as she grabbed the pillow with her one free hand and smacked him in the head with it as soon as the lights were on. She still tugged and pulled on her other hand, her legs now folded under her. She was livid. ______________
When that pillow landed against his face he pushed it back into hers. "I want you to say it, why can't you say it?" It was a desperate plea now. ______________
She looked at him and couldn’t believe that he didn’t even see she was angry or upset or hurt. What did she expect, he was a Sin, he was selfish. And this is what he was accusing her of, right? Not loving this part of him. He wasn’t asking why she couldn’t say it, he was demanding it from her. She had her reasons she hadn’t said it yet. She had wanted to one day, in her own time. She had wanted it to be special, not something he beat out of her. But now.. her shoulders sagged a little, defeated. “I love you.” the words were a little on the quiet side and sounded like she was saying them with a gun to her head. She yanked her remaining hand from him and if he didn’t let go, she’d literally kick him to get it back. She grabbed the pillow and scooted to the other side of the bed, away from him. She wouldn’t leave. She wanted to but she knew he’d freak out. So she’d stay in the room, in the bed, but his plan to have the biggest backfired as now there was distance between them. She roughly shoved the pillow down and put her head on it, back turned to him, sheets drawn up to her neck, and before he could even think about it, came the deadly words, “Don’t touch me.” _________________
He didn't understand where her anger came from, it was a simple question one he hadn't needed before. Opening yourself up to odd, somewhat gross feelings kind of did him in. He had even more to lose now. George had even thrown out the red flags. Greed made enemies, they would hurt her to get to him. Just like Lucy setting fire to his apartment.
He sat there pouting for a long time. After a while he picked a handful of the sheet she was laying on and dragged it towards him until she was literally just under his shadow. _________________
She was surprised he let her have even a few minutes to herself which she desperately needed. She was jostled when he pulled the sheet towards him and actually listened to what she’d said. He didn’t touch her. But still found a loophole to get her close. The jerk of stop made her stumble from her side and she landed on her back, upset brown eyes staring up at him in the light. She wanted to look away or be upset with him but she was slowly trying to calm down and realize that her lug of a boyfriend most likely didn’t even know what he did wrong. ___________________
His sheets were now all mangled from where he had stretched and twisted them. He looked on her as if he were ready to pick her brains out with a beak.
"I don't see why you're mad." He crossed his arms. He had no idea he'd thrown such a personal jab. ___________________
She took in a deep breath and looked at him, “What if I said I’m only with you for your money.” it was the closest analogy she could think of, a gold digger. He’d done that before, he’d boasted about it. No feelings, just giving a person a face to get his hands on their money. __________________
"I'd say you were full of shit," that he took personal. Zoe wasn't good at playing faces and he'd feel like he really was tripped up by a virtue if she really did pull that card. __________________
“You don’t believe that. Because it hurts and it’s ridiculous. And it’d be cruel and wrong of me. But you were willing to believe for even a second that I only cared for your human side?” she hoped he could see the point she was making. He’d basically accused her of something completely awful. After everything, Zoe was deeply wounded that he could think such a thing. __________________
"Then why is it so hard to say?" He wanted her words and the way she had thrown it out it didn't hit him the right way. It actually stung. She could see his face now and she could see the insecurity etched on his handsome features. He hated that of all the little pricks of human feelings to stick around, that one was a sore thumb only with her. __________________
She covered her face with her hands for a moment and then dropped them with a strangled noise, “Do you remember how when we first met you told me you didn’t do relationships and I said that was fine because I sucked at them anyway?” she gestured between them, “I’m not good at this.” the look on his face was making her feel like the worst girlfriend ever. Did he really doubt her? ________________
Between hopping from Lithuania to New York to Kansas and back, Greed was flip-flopping like a yo-yo. His body was suffering after effects of human and Sin trying to cohabitate with each other and instead they were fighting.
The human Greed got all the perks. The Sin side was left wanting more. He had told her once he would be jealous of himself, and he didn't like that as Greed he didn't get all of her.
She hadn't even said she loved him as a human boy but he needed to hear it as his Sin self. He was mad at his human self even if the two were all part of the same boy. "It's just words. Just say them and mean it!" He was kicking the mattress just as frustrated. It was why Greed was so draining. "He gets everything, Iwant that." ________________
Zoe had a what the fuck look on her face as she sat up and looked at him, “Who gets everything?” this boy drove her so nuts sometimes, she never knew where his mind was going. ______________
"Me!" He pointed to his chest. "The boy that gets to be with you!" It wasn't fair that he couldn't have her the way Wrath could be with George. Or the way he could be with every other girl in the city except the one he wanted without having to take a plane and spin himself through a rinse cycle. ______________
Zoe’s jaw hit the ground, he was jealous of himself? For real? She closed her eyes and buried her face in her hands for a moment, needing a minute. She dropped them and looked at him “You’re jealous of yourself?” she paused and tried to think it through, his crazy behavior and.. a lightbulb went off and she looked at him and asked, “Because you can feel my love in Kansas... and you can’t here.. you think I don’t love you..?” ________________
He threw his arms out, shaking them in triumph. She should have known that in the first place! "He gets you. All of you. The sin gets what is here but not what the human side does." He flopped sideways onto the bed with a giant sigh. It was the Sin that was jealous. ________________
She couldn’t stop it before it happened, a laugh bubbled past her lips before she clamped her hands over her mouth to stifle it. She held up her hands defensively, “Sorry sorry.. just...” she had thought she was doing something wrong but it was just Greed being crazy. _______________
"Stop laughing at me!" He curled up in a ball. He was serious and she was laughing. He'd needed to know, because he didn't get all the perks. It made him mad because as Greed it meant he was left out. _________________
“I’m not laughing at you.. come on.” she grabbed his arms and attempted to uncurl him. She pulled hard on his arms until she could see his face, “Listen to me you lunatic, my feelings for you don’t shut off when we leave Kansas. How much I love you there is as much as I love you here. I don’t see a different guy like you do. Your human side is just you. This.” she gestured with her chin at him since her hands were keeping his arms open, “With the ability to touch.” ________________
He saw different faces and in Greed's mind it was part of a different boy. It took Zoe to show him that wasn't the case. All of Greed's faces were his own, facets of what he had collected over time, much like how he collected wealth. It was still Greed no matter how bizarre. No matter how human.
He looked up at her face, this massive doe eyes burning a fire in his own. "That's all you had to say," he said quietly ________________
She sighed, “Oh, was it?” she shook her head with a small smile and leaned down to kiss him, she broke up the long kiss into several smaller kisses, their little cheat to get to kiss for longer without him burning up. “I didn’t say it before because I.. I don’t know. I’ve said it before but this is the first time I understand it. And I really mean it. That’s a big deal. But saying it now..” she nuzzled his nose, “It’s not as scary as I thought it would be.” with the words out in the air, and no disaster happening right afterward, it was almost kinda nice. ________________
He didn't buck her off but kept his hard gaze like a serial killer. "Gimmie a list. A hundred reasons why." He had to know what it was down to the way he styled his hair why she loved him. "And....and when..." He squished his eyes, looking through narrow slits. ________________
She raised her brows, “Are you serious?” she pulled back from him, “Should I write it all down?” she scrunched up her face as she studied him, “Ohmygod.. you are serious.” she sighed and flopped down next to him, she was in love with a lunatic. “Really? Right now? A hundred reasons and when? When what? That I started to fall for you?” _________________
He turned on his side, nodding his head up and down slowly. "That should be easy!! I could give you two hundred..." His hands slid up under his cheek as his pillow, though there were plenty parts on her he could use as such. He inched closer a little pause in between each motion. _________________
She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, of course no one loved Greed more than himself. “Only 200? I think you could give me a thousand.” When he inched closer, she smiled and closed her eyes, “That right there is when.” she opened her eyes and turned her head and looked at him, “You remember the night you stayed with me because of the wolf? You managed to get in my bed and I lay down and you did that.” she poked his tummy, “I wouldn’t go near you so you inched towards me and gave me this cute sleepy smile. And I just thought ‘uggggh this guy’.” she closed her eyes and shook her head with that smile still on her lips. It had been a moment when Greed had been zapped with her kiss and he had been real with her. She could resist his faces but his real self was what Zoe fell head over heels for. She didn’t think he’d remember but she’d actually kissed him softly as he drifted off to sleep and twined her fingers with his. _________________
"Then I'll up it to three thousand," he tangled a leg in between hers, closing the gap between them. "So," he snuggled his face on his hands, his nose rubbing against hers. "That's the when," he smiled, "give me the why's. I'm counting. One.." _________________
She laughed, “That was the beginning of the end, my friend. First time you were real with me and I started to fall.” she whined a little when he gave her an eskimo kiss and was insistent about listing reasons. “You’re crazy.” after a pause she added, “That’s number one by the way.” _________________
His hands quickly moved as a pillow to her hips, tugging her as close as he could. “What’s number two?” He would go on all night until they both fell asleep listing all the reasons she could think of. He would continue this for days. _________________
She gave him a look as he squished her to him, “Nuh uh. Your turn. When and a reason why.” she raised her brows expectantly. She was not about to stop the reciprocal lessons she had been teaching him. He did not get to take from her without giving in return. She just disguised the giving part so he wouldn’t feel disgusting about it. _________________
“What?” he was a squeaky child when she caught him off guard. He thought for a moment, prolonging it as long as he could with that insufferable silence just to make her antsy. “Hmm...” his eyes grazed the ceiling. “When I realized I couldn’t fuck your eyes...” he giggled. “Oh wait you’re looking for a serious answer?” He thought a little longer. She knew that the night she broke it off with Mike, high and a little drunk in the bathtub had been when things between her and Greed started to shift. There was a moment then that he knew this girl had trapped him in her own little web. Through all the kidnaps to deadzones, he could honestly say it hit the morning she proposed they go to church in Lithuania. Girls had fawned over him before, told him they would do things just for him (because that’s what Sin did---it made you drop all your walls and do whatever it was to please the sin). “Lithuania. Church.” He leaned forward nipping her nose. “Because I didn’t make you do anything.” She didn’t understand how wanderlust he’d become over her at the fact that she gave him love, friendship and her heart without him pushing a finger. That was enticing. _________________
She grinned, “Are you serious?” because it was such a small thing. She knew how important Church was to him so she reminded him they should go. She touched his cheek and gave him a loving kiss because Greed had to get something in return. “You’re always surprising me. Sometimes not in a good way but still. That’s the second reason.” she nestled into the pillow and held up two fingers, “You owe me two reasons now.” _________________
“TWO? Why two?!” He grumbled against her lips, a giant, spoiled cat, twisting its legs with hers like string. “You let me be me.” He looked down from her eyes at the giant bright yellow batman symbol on her chest. “You don’t suppress what I am. Like Wrath.” After throwing around rocks and big panes of glass with his sister he realized that it was almost as if she was trying her hardest to not be a sin.