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Zoe (history_repeats) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-12-08 11:56:00

WHO: Greed & Zoe
WHEN: November 24 [Backdated]
WHERE: Greed's apartment
WHAT: First sleepover at Greed's since the BOOM
WARNING: I'm scared


It was a few days after her talk with Jonah and the heat conked off in Zoe's room. The apartment was old so they didn't have central heating, just an ancient heater in Zoe's room that died and she'd have to get fixed. She was packing a bag while talking to Greed on the phone. She'd told him Jonah wasn't moving out but that was about it. "I'm going to be at my grandfather's for a few days since my heater is broken so don't flip out if you stop by and I'm not here." since he had a tendency to do that.
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"Why not come over here?" Greed had some ideas about hugging more than his pillow for the night for once. Zoe would fit right in his arms without flattening to the size of a thin mint by the time time was done. H could use some company, Greed never fared well by himself without someone else. He ended up buying infomercial deals. He had at least three stuffies already applied to his credit before he'd even picked up her call.
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She paused with a frown and switched the phone to her other ear. In the past, she'd be at his place every week but now.. she hadn't been in almost two months. "I don't know... the guy said he'd try to have it fixed in a day or two but it might take longer.." she said slowly, he'd only just started getting used to having her over for more than one night when everything went to hell. She bit her bottom lip, "I'm gonna tell you right now I'll cry if you get annoyed and try to kick me out because I'm in your space." she knew how particular he was about his space, and if this thing was for more than one or two nights, she knew he started to feel suffocated. At least with her grandfather he pretended to not be annoyed by it.
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"I'm not going to kick you out," he promised jumping off the bed to get dressed into more than his boxers. There was excitement in his voice that she for the first time in over a month was going to be at his place. It had expanded a little since last she saw. He had a little cleaning to do. "I'll order Chinese."
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She sat down on the edge of her bed, "Are you sure... I mean, it won't be weird?" she was a little nervous. They hadn't really been alone together for a night since the con. Even at her place, Jonah had been down the hall.
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"Weird? No." He slipped his pants on, shifting ears while he hunted down the right shirt. "My heater isn't broken."
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She smiled a little, "You do make a convincing argument. What time should I come over?" she got up off the bed and went to her closet to see what to wear....
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He pumped his arm in the air a few times with a little dance. When she asked what time he stopped circling, "Now." Duh. He wasnt good at waiting. She knew better.
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She moved the hangers back one by one, "Mmm, still no hyperdrive buses, it'll take a couple of hours." she didn't ask him to pick her up, she rarely asked him to do anything anymore, not even small things that once used to be taken for granted.
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"What happened to your magic powers? You can't teleport anymore?" He tried to put his shirt on over his head with the phone still in one hand. Instead he got into a wrestling match with his shirt, which it was winning by his grunts.
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"My magic powers are restricted to my boobs so-- are you okay over there?" she wrinkled her nose because it sounded like he was doing something she probably would be disgusted by...
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With another frustrated grunt he dropped the phone to the floor, wrestling his shirt on. It was not going to win this round. "Are you there?" He yelled, straightening himself out and picking up the phone.
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She blinked at looked at her phone and then put it back to her ear, she was in love with a lunatic. "Yeah... what're you doing... cause it sounds like...." with the finale grunt and all that. "You know what, don't tell me. Let me check the bus schedule and I'll be there in a few hours."
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"What? I was trying to put my shirt on." He was confused, what was she thinking? "I'm not waiting for the bus. The Chinese place is like five minutes from your apartment. I'll get you. They don't deliver this far anyway." He was impatient, his heart pitter-pattering in his chest like a hummingbird. He grabbed his shoes and then hung up before she could answer. With his driving he'd be there in ten minutes.
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She couldn't even get out a sound of protest he hung up so fast. She sighed and went to change. She picked something that was dressier than just going to her semi-boyfriend's house for chinese takeout. When she opened the door to let him in, she wore a black dress that had mesh lace on the top half right before her boobs started, sleeveless and down to above her knees. She wore the tights he hated so much with it because it was cold out and had her worn old coat ontop of her backpack. As always he'd caught her right before she could get her shoes on.
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His mouth dropped when she opened up. "Awww you dressed up for me?" He kissed her on the cheek so they budded up a rose color. She couldn't see his attire under the black pea cost, but there were hints of blue plaid in the collar. The shirt probably cost more than an entire two outfits in her closet, but it was still plaid like she liked. They had both dressed for the other in their excitement. At least he knew now she wanted to see him.
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She blushed a little at his compliment and the kiss on the cheek, "No... this was all that was clean." she was clearly lying because she sucked at lying, especially to him. She pointed to her tights, "I wore these for you tho." and she gave him a cheeky grin because he always complained about them. She sat down to put on her shoes, her eyes discreetly over him and at the pop of plaid at his collar.
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His shoes probably blinded her on the way down to put her own on. They were comfortable and stylish. He waved his hand. "That's okay I'll just crank up the heat so you have no choice but to take them off." He grinned stuffing his hands in his pocket. He was still anxious, ready to go. "Come on, come on."
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She raised her brows at his shoes, "Mood shoes?" she asked as she got her own on. She'd heard of mood rings and Greed had a mood type shower with changing tiles, so she didn't know if this was that too. She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes giving him a look at his comment but wasn't mad or anything, "Rude." She stood up and put on her coat which was pretty shabby, she'd had it for years and grabbed her backpack, "They're not going to run out of chinese food, you know.."
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"Aren't they sexy? I thought they looked cool." He didn't wear just normal tennis shoes, he had to have some with style. "They might if you keep moving like an old lady."

It was cold out, he noticed her coat had s home in the side he could poke a finger in to wiggle around, which is what he did. His finger became a little worm in her coat.
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"Very cool." she wouldn't say sexy even if he was. She squirmed when his little wormy finger wriggled around, "Hey! Stop that, you'll make the hole bigger.." she smacked his arm.
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"I can practically fit my hand in there." He wormed his way through until he could poke her side. "I think you need a new coat." He urged her to walk, rest to get back to his car. He could feel himself shrivel up just standing in her cold doorway.
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She laughed at the poke because it tickled, "Chance, come on! It's not that bad." she smacked his arm again, "This one is still fine for this winter, I'll look into getting a new one next year." she didn't have his clothing budget, she spent her money on food and rent and bills. She walked as fast as she could between his pokes and molesting of her jacket.
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"You sure it can make it through the winter? It looked sick, not to mention he could see her shiver every now and then, so it didn't do much to keeping her toasty.

Once they were in the car he cranked up the heat, blowing into his hands and rubbing them together so he could put them on the apples of her cheeks. "You look like Rudolph."
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She pulled it tight around her, "I'll be fine, just have to remember to wear more layers." she was grateful to finally sit in the car and her eyes went wide when suddenly his big hands were on her face. Her nose was pink but it was a toss up if it was cause of the cold or his hands, "You look like a loon."
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"A good-looking loon." He touched his nose to hers with a little wiggle. He was trying to warm her up until they got back to his place. He looked into those soft brown eyes with another wiggle of their noses.
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She felt like hot caramel was pooling in her tummy as he touched his nose to hers. He was the best looking loon and he knew it. She loved looking into his blue eyes, in this moment she felt like she knew him, and he wasn't that person who had wanted to hurt. "They're going to run out of chinese food..."
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Whatever she felt pooling inside he had it doubled. He'd forgotten about these little moments that made his stomach topsy-turvey. "Not before I get there." He almost didn't want to let her go, but he was about to steam the windows with just getting to hold her.

At the Chinese restaurant he bought them out of fried rice and sweet and sour chicken. They knew when he came in that he would buy them out of a days worth of food. They hadn't seen him in a while, and the little Chinese woman at the register came around the counter partting his arms. "Long time, long time." She pasted his cheeks, pointed her finger. He always wanted at least two dozen fortune cookies. She left and came back with a bagful. He had at least four bags of food when he returned to the car.

"I think you've got some competition with granny in there. She spoils me." He handed Zoe the bags and proceeded to his apartment.
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She took the bags, only two fit up front with her and she rooted around them to find the eggrolls, she never could wait to bite into those and he'd teased her with them on Halloween, she'd had a craving since then. "I think you two make a cute couple. If she wants you, I am willing to forfeit in the name of cuteness."
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He smacked her hand softly as she pulled out the eggrolls. "Hey, hey, hey! Those are mine. Don't just piggy in without giving me a bite." He could drive and eat. It was multitasking.
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"You did not get four bags of food all for yourself. You're a garbage disposal but even you can't eat this much in one night." she picked up one of the greasy goodies and held it out to him to take while she dug around to get one for herself.
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He missed when she used to hold out a bit for him. When she just handed over the roll his excitement dropped a little. He took it from her, sure to make his pornographic noises as it melted into his mouth with flavor. It was still hot though, burning the roof of his mouth.
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She wrinkled her nose and blushed a bit when he made the noises... he made the same noises during sex, just cursed a lot more. "Careful or you'll burn your mouth." she took her own bite, dainty like, blowing on the hot roll. She was there but she still wasn't there. She didn't put her hand on his thigh when he drove, she didn't feed him, she didn't take a bite from his roll to tease him. When they got to his place, she was definitely nervous, she hadn't been there in.. over a month and a half. He said he hadn't been with anyone else but still, the first thing she wondered was if he'd had anyone over since the last time she'd been there..
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He'd cleaned up a little, even though his stash had grown since she last saw. The heat was already on so she could slip out of her ratty coat comfortably. He took the bags heading into the entertainment room with all the yellow furniture waited to be flopped on. "Come on. Or I'll eat all the eggrolls!"
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She felt awkward and followed him into the entertainment room, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she went and sat on one end of the yellow couch, her coat and shoes still on, her backpack sitting by her feet. Normally she felt at home but now it just felt like... his apartment and she was out of place there.
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Greed peeled off his coat so he could dig in to the food he started laying out on the floor. She still had a wall, he could feel it, so he'd just have to try harder to break through. She wasnt the only one that wondered if Jonah had had something to do with his feelings. It was why he wouldn't kiss her until he was in his own space.

He patted a bare spot on the floor beside him, holding up the bag of eggrolls, waving it in the air.
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She watched him and then rubbed her lips together, "Um... where do you want me to put this?" she touched the backpack, he was so particular about where things went in his place. But she carefully stepped over to where he was, her coat hanging open on her.
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There was a ton of emotions still floating around them like birds looking for a place to rest. When she sat down he put his hands on her shoulders so he could peel her rag coat off. He grazed her cheek with his fingers first to see if that nest of butterflies in his tummy came to life again.
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Her lashes lowered at the brief touch and she let him take the coat off. She turned her head to look at him, "Chance..." she said softly, "My backpack...?" she put a hand on the bag, he normally got annoyed if it was laying around.
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He was trying to enjoy the moment but she kept kicking it aside. It didn't make the butterflies stop though. He took her backpack, strapping it on his back when he stood as he disappeared into the bedroom. He returned to the entertainment room sans bag. "It's in the bedroom wedged between the nightstand in the right side." He sat back down in his spot.
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She smiled, "So good with my things." she touched his arm, rubbing it for half a second, "Thank you." and she leaned over to pick up one of the containers of fried rice, closing her eyes and smelling the deliciousness after she opened it. She really wanted to ask if he'd had anybody in the space since her but she really felt like she'd hate the answer if he said he did. True, she'd seen him a lot on Skype.. but there was the time before that.. ugh, she wanted to turn her brain off.
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He rolled up his sleeves with his own paper pail of rice and chicken. He knew what she was thinking even when she wouldn't ask. "If you can't smell a trail of perfume this place has been empty." She was being so presumptuous. He liked it better when she just talked and asked questions instead of being afraid of the answer.
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She'd been caught and she knew it. She poked at the rice in the carton with her fork, "I didn't say anything..." but then again, she didn't have to. "I just.. " why was it so difficult to talk to him now? "You said you hated sleeping alone. You said you weren't... with any girls but... sleeping next to one.. in your bed.. " she had put down the carton and was using her hands to try to help with her presentation but it was just weird and total fail. But it became obvious fast what she was getting at, she was finding the loopholes in things he had told her. Because when he dented their trust before, that's what he'd done. Not lying. Loophole. Now her head was full of loopholes he could be using.
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"What, you think I altered all the nights with the camera?" He was smart, but not tech savvy enough to create an empty apartment. He didn't like all the ideas she was putting in her head. She was completely disregarding what she saw right in front of her.
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"No!" she huffed out a breath, "I'm saying that I didn't see you every night since everything happened and you hate sleeping alone and you said you weren't doing any hanky panky with other girls but if you slept, as in just sleeping, next to one, then technically, you would still be telling the truth. It's a loophole." she folded her arms across her chest and stared at the carton like it'd peed on the rug. She didn't like thinking it either but he'd slammed her with a loophole before and that wasnt even when he was a full cruel bastard.
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"Is that what you're going think when you see what's right in front of you?" He set down his food grabbing her by the hand and dragging her to her feet. In a few feet down the hall he'd drug her into the bedroom where he left her standing in the doorway. He threw every pillow at her which smelled of nothing but him.
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She went whoa! when he yanked her to the feet and took her to the bedroom. She held up her hands in front of her, "hey! Stop it!" but a laugh escaped as he pelted her with pillows. She grabbed one of the ones he threw, catching it. She smelled it, it smelled like him... she hugged it to her chest, "You coulda washed them... after a girl slept there weeks ago." she wasn't accusing, just pointing out that he had started this loophole thing and it was so easy to poke holes in trust.
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As the last pillow sailed through the air he grumbled abs jumped on the bed to strip back the sheets. When he was done the bed was completely naked. "I can't wash the mattress." She was frustrating, poking holes into everything.
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She wrinkled her nose, "That seems weird and gross. And how stinky would these girls be that it soaked down to the mattress?" but she hugged her pillow to her chest and walked over to the bed. She didn't want to smell his bed but at the same time she didn't trust him fully at his word. She put a knee on the edge of it and leaned down, sniffing at the head of the bed, "Smells like...... you and..." she paused and leaned in a little more, going further towards the other side. She inhaled deeply and seemed surprised, it was very very faint.. but it smelled like coconuts. Like her. She didn't finish her sentence and just got up to smack him with the pillow a couple of times, "You're still a jerk." cause he was one.
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She was the only one that laid on that bed the most other than him. Of course it smelled like her. He had a cocky grin on his face before she slapped it of with the pillow. So he grasped one that has landed beside the bed and smacked her lightly with it. So ensued the pillow fight.
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It was something that was special to her, having their own bed. She'd only shared her bed with him, and he'd only shared his with her. Her mouth dropped open when he smacked her with the pillow, "Hey be careful now, you know the pillows like me better." and she whacked him in the side with hers again.
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It became a game of whack-a-mole as they took swings at one another. She knocked the pillow out of his way he hand nothing but his hands to enact his revenge. He grabbed a hold of her pillow jerking it from her in a tug-of-war so that she slammed right into him. Then his arms became straps around her waist and she had nowhere to go.
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She looked like for a few moments she'd forgotten her problems. Her nose crinkling in effort as she tried to keep her hold on the pillow and couldn't. She was too aware of being plastered against him and squirmed, "Hey I was gonna win..." she looked up at him, "This is cheating." he hand't held her since the last time they were in bed either.
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"No you weren't. Have you looked at me lately?" Between the hard biceps and chest wall, did she really think she could win a wrestling match with him? He didn't let her go as another moment washed over him, that bouncy excitement tickling him in the pit of his stomach again. Their noses touched softly, his pulse jumping at the closeness. He was aware he hadn't kissed her since the apartment, part of him was nervous to know the result sans Jonah juice.
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"I'm looking at you right now and I still say I had a good chance." oh irony, she had a good Chance. Did she have a bad one now? She was so confused with Greed and being pressed up against him wasn't helping. Her hands rested on his chest and she prayed he couldn't feel her heart racing. She kept her lashes lowered when he came in so close, "The food's.. gonna get cold." she tried to say lamely. It was insane, she'd just slept with the guy not too long ago and now she was nervous in just his arms.
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He nudged her again, his breath tingling her lips as he wet his with the tip of his tongue. It was the right moment to see if he still felt like he could jump off a cliff and fly with nothing more than a kiss.

And he could.
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Zoe stopped squirming when he got closer but she didn't move, she didn't look at him. She let him kiss her for a moment before her lips moved against his and she kissed back. To her, it had been the same since the first time they kissed, a high like no other, free falling with no net.
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His hands pressed down her back pushing her close. Those little kisses made his ears burn, but he wanted to keep feeling that tingle in his stomach. It was a high he didn't want to end.
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Her hands on his chest slowly moved up, pausing at his shoulders as if unsure and then fuck it, deciding to go around his neck. It was still awkward and slow, like a first time but not their first time. Their first kiss was passionate and this one had all the love that they already felt in it.
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Greed's mind was always on sex, but right now it was as if all he wanted was to keep feeling that soft pulse beneath her lips as his insides continued to do summersaults. He didn't hate it so much anymore as much as he just kept wanting that feeling to keep going. It was almost as if his insides were going to explode into a million pieces, up and down their roller coaster without a stop in sight.
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She was kinda waiting for tongue or a grope or something since that's where Greed always took it but he seemed pretty intent on her mouth this time. She kept her kisses soft and still hesitant, but the tension was slowly ebbing from her. There was no Virtue to influence him, there were in his domain. This was going to be all him.
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It was passionate, something Greed had forgotten about. His hands surprisingly stayed in place, low on the slope of her back, but still in place. It made him all a little dizzy. So much so that he paused, his lips just a hair from hers, still most.
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Her hand scratched lightly at the nape of his neck when he broke the kiss, "Are you okay?" she asked softly. That was one difference between this and having sex in her room, once she saw he was okay, she kinda went all in. But now, it wasn't that she was policing him but she was geniunely concerned. He seemed.. confused.
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He rested his forehead against hers with his eyes closed. He needed a moment to climb down and catch his breath. "You make me dizzy."
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She closed her eyes too, staying in their little bubble they created, "You make me crazy.. so maybe that makes us even."
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"I wanna do that again." He licked his lips with a smile. His lips were still burning but he'd rub them completely raw to keep tasting that sweet nectar and floating in lala land in his head.
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She was nervous when he said that, she turned her lips in and then parted them. Her anxiety was spiking because if this went further... and he got frustrated...
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He nudged her nose like a puppy for attention, flopping them both so he landed on his back. He was comfortable but she was still anxious and he didn't know why.
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She let out an oof! as she landed on him. She looked down at him and there was more than worry in her eyes, there was fear. "Chance.. you know that we can't..." she trailed off. They couldn't have sex without Jonah. And Greed had gotten cruel last time he got frustrated.
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"We can't kiss?" He rolled the fabric of her frees between his fingers. "I just want a little more of your mouth. At least this way I won't fall backwards off the bed." He was grounded under her.
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She gave him a look, "You could roll a mile on either side and you won't fall off this bed." she sighed, "You always want a little more and then a little more and then even just a little more... until you can't have anymore. And last time.." she looked incredibly sad and hurt at the memory, "..you became very cruel." he'd rejected her then tried to break her.
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"So just try." He also wasn't as sexually frustrated as he'd been at the con. He wasn't being ripped apart by having his things taken away. The Sin was starting to understand what it was he liked about her and none if it was sexual.
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She gave him an exasperated look, "Just try? And what happens when you become a cruel sick bastard again?" she pushed against his chest to get off him.
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"You're never going to trust me again if you don't find out." He rubbed her cheeks with his fingers, tiring to lift his head from the mattress to reach her mouth.
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She shook her head, getting upset, "What if you're vicious again? I don't... I can't. I'm in your place and--" she put a hand to her brow, she was too worked up.
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She was over-reacting, he could hear it in her voice. "Zoe, stop. You have to calm down." He held his hands on her face, forcing her to look at him. "Calm down." He didn't have Jonah's powers of temperance, but he had to do something to get her into a relaxed mood.
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She looked at him with scared wet eyes, she wasn't rambling but she wasn't calm. Her body was stiff on top of him, she had started to overthink the situation, the mood was broken and there was no way she would be able to even enjoy a simple kiss right now.
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"Calm down..." He whispered combing a hand through her hair on one side. "Let's go eat some Chinese, kill some zombies and then you can go to bed." No strings attached, except maybe the zombies would make her jump in his arms faster, then she wouldn't want to get away. Just want some comfort. His arms were aching to hold her.
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She took in a slow deep breath as his hand caressed her hair and she let out the same breath shakily. She nodded, that sounded good. Dinner and video games and hanging out. Her anxiety wasn't lessening though because this could still frustrate him with her not quite ready to put out in a sense. She put her arms around his neck as if he might leave her because of it, "Are you mad?" she asked in a small voice against his neck.
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He kissed her forehead, his fingers just ribbons in her hair. "No, I want you to calm down." He did not like seeing her out of sorts. He'd done that once, hee didn't want to hurt her again.
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And that did calm her down. He was calm, he wasn't upset or mad or accusing with her not wanting to be intimate right now. He was being sweet and understanding, "I'm calm.." she said softly but her arms were still around his neck. She wished she could eat the food like this.
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"Good, because I wasnt going to let you up if you didn't." He gave her a sweet peck on the lips with a pat on the butt. "Come on crazy, time to chow down."
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She gave him a small smile and it took a little while but soon she was relaxed on their carpet picnic, eating normally. Half way through the meal, she finally took her shoes off so she was just left in her cute black dress and black tights as she opened a carton of beef. She asked questions about his job, if he liked it, how the people were, etc. She really wanted to know because she knew it was a big change from his important job before.
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He talked about his day, settling down against the foot of the couch and stretching her legs out in his lap. He stuffed a crab rangoon in his mouth and turned on the giant movie screen tv with a nearby remote. "I'm not feeling zombies tonight." He fired up Netflix for a movie.
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She picked up a piece of beef with her chopsticks, "Yeah, but how is it. Is it something you like? Something you think you can work with?" she slid down a little with an oomph! when he put her feet in his lap, she wrinkled her nose, "They're sweaty.." she tried to take her feet back. Between the tights, the high from kissing, and the stress... her feet had gotten damp in her shoes.
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"Well looks like you need to get rid of these," he pulled her tights until they snapped against her leg. Then she wouldn't be so hot and he'd get to see those milky legs.
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She jabbed him with her foot, "Or I can just not put them in your lap?" she squished her toes under the tights, it was uncomfortable tho. "And you still won't answer me about your job.. do I really have to make a deal just to hear about if you like it?" she popped the piece of beef into her mouth.
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"You just might. Take these hideous things off and I'll let you know." He tugged one of the footies to her tights off. "Oops." He smiled taking one of the pieces of beef from her container to pop in his mouth.
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Her mouth dropped open, "You're such a jerk." she wrinkled her nose and lightly smacked his hand, "Hey hey.. that's mine." but she sighed and gave him a nod as if he should just finish taking off her tights since he'd started, "So tell me."
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He threw her snakey tights off across the room with a slingshot motion once he'd permitted them off her legs. It had taken a bit of wiggling but he'd finally freed her legs. "I am the envy of all other cubicles." It was a step down but he knew by next month he would move up. "-I'm looking for that promotion come Christmas."
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She laughed a little when he got rid of her tights with zeal, he didn't mind jeans or pants but tights he had an issue with. She settled her bare feet in his lap and gave him a look, "Yes but do you like it? And you know promotions don't happen that fast..." and because he had behaved, she picked up a piece of beef with her chopsticks and held it out to him to take with his hands or lips.
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"Alright dream killer I'll put you back out in the cold if you don't stop." He slapped her bare leg softly with his hands as drum sticks. "I like it," he chewed on the beef strip and swallowed. "I just don't want to stay in that cubicle for too long. There's only so many times I can flick rubber bands at the guy next to me before he realizes I'm stealing his pens."
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She grinned and chewed on a piece of beef, "I'd drag you with me." after he finished his drum solo, she offered him another piece of beef, "I think six months is the fastest... but you know if you impress them they might move you up faster. I bet you already work harder than anyone else there." and it was obvious there was pride in her face as she said it.
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"Six months?" His voice pitched a little higher. "No, no that's too long." He took the beef between his teeth, beating on her legs again. "Movie's about to start. You'll like this one."
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"I'm sure you'll get it in four." he'd been there less than a month so she doubted he'd get it soon. She let him play with her legs and leaned into the cushion, "Oh? What is it?"
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"That's still too terribly long!" he groaned popping some more food in his mouth as the movie started up. It wasn't set up like most horror films, and into the first ten to fifteen minutes it plays out like an entirely different movie. "Cabin In the Woods." Greed started moving his hands up and down her legs until he came to her feet which he massaged softly. Enough to wear down all the knots and kinks. He made sure to hit all the right pressure points.
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She squirmed at his feeling up of her legs at first but then slowly relaxed into his foot massage. He used to give her foot rubs but hadn't in months. The movie was interesting and like most movies, she got sucked into it. When the first scary thing happened, she jumped, "Oh!" but immediately after it was really funny and a giggle escaped her.
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When he was tired of massaging her feet he drug her into his lap, leg by leg so that he would provide a comfortable chair for her. He wanted something else to squish that wasn't a pillow. So when another scary round came she could cling to him, especially after he dimmed the lights down. She was laughing again, he'd forgotten how much he missed hearing that.
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She wiggled her toes as he moved her closer and she barely noticed until she was actually in his lap. But the fact he didn't get angry, he gave her a nice massage and the movie wasn't giving her a heart attack in her stressed out state, she actually snuggled into him, her body not rigid for once as she watched.
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He watched her reactions over the movie which he'd seen numerous times before, but to mention the surprise ending. He snuggled his chin on her shoulder, waiting to hear her laugh when the scary bits were over. He knew she'd enjoy this one.
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She squealed when she was terrified, grabbing on to him, peeking out only to start laughing again because it was ridiculous. Her mouth was open and she was surprised and amused as they watched the end play out, "Okay, was so not expecting that!" she said with a shake of her head.
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Greed let loose a hearty laugh, maybe even a snort at her reaction. They hadn't laughed with one another in a long time. The tension they'd built was slowly disappearing. Back to where they'd been before.
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She loved his laugh, it was maniacal and always straight from his belly, just fully a sound of enjoyment. It made her eyes sparkle as she smiled at him, "Very good choice." the light in her eyes dimmed some, "You know.. you didn't have to stay in with me. You could have gone out if you wanted."
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"The only tragedy tonight it's seeing you wear that floppy animal skin off a coat. My God how old is it? I couldn't even warm my bicep with it." His laugh was heavy, cracking himself up at the sight of that poor thing. "I maybe could make it a rug?"
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She made a face and punched him lightly in the chest, "It's... a little old but it has character." she smiled because it was impossible to be grumpy with his laugh, "No, it might be a tiny bit worn but I still need it." she poked him, "I'm being serious though, you don't have to be glued by my side all the time, if you wanted to go out and be in your element..." she didn't want to feel like she was holding him back just because they were going through a rough period.
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"Character doesn't keep you warm. Maybe I could wrap it around my waist. Pretend to be Tarzan." He cuddled her, rooting his nose into her hair until he was comfortable. "I wanna be here. It's been lonely."
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She sighed a little, a crease in her brow, "Chance... how come you always say that?" she lowered her lashes and played with the buttons of his plaid shirt. "You always say you want me here cause you're lonely, you didn't go out cause you're lonely.." she paused, the sigh more apparent this time as she was struggling with words, "My point is that you are the last person on earth that would ever have any problem finding company.. so..." she frowned, not sure how to phrase it. She hoped he understood what she meant.
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"Because you're my friend as much as my girlfriend." Putting distance from his family at times upset his bed to be around others, and sure he could score a night with a hottie---butt---"how many hotties want to snuggle and just talk to me?" She knew they were interested in everything from the neck down.
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She kept fiddling with his buttons and smiled a little when he called her his friend, "That girlfriend part is still in debate." she kissed him on the nose. "You know what tho, you said you tried to replace me earlier this year and one of those chicks snuggled and talked to you. Zoe 2.0?" she arched a brow.
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"2.0 isn't the real deal. It doesn't compare. She wasn't squishy anyway." He snuggled in around her like a cloak. "She want a geek either. Zombies made her cringe."
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She put her arms around his neck and grinned, "And I'm such a warrior when it comes to zombies?"
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"You might still die in a zombie apocalypse, but at least you'd go down fighting." He'd missed her hanging off him. Her arms were route around his neck, but no longer that right ass noose. He was lost in her eyes at that moment, enjoying the light shining through them. She hadn't done in a long time.
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She looked mock offended, "You wouldn't protect me? So mean." she looked thoughtful and her hand idly played with his hair without thinking about it, "True tho, I am scrappy. I've punched you in the nose twice now." she was trying not to smile, "Not that I'm proud of it or anything." she was a little proud and he had totally deserved it.
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"Who says I won't be the zombie trying to eat you up?---" he made nooming noises on her neck with just his lips and gums, enough tickling to make her giggle.
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She squealed in laughter and squirmed in his arms, "Stooooop! I'm gonna fall..." her arms curling a little tighter around him. Her dress falling down to pool around her thighs leaving her long legs naked next to him.
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"You're not going to fall!" he held on to her legs where she still clung to his neck. "What are you worried about hmmm?" His lips grazed hers tempting her for a kiss, though he was content just sitting there, feeling her blood pump through that soft heartbeat in a thump, thump, thump against his chest.
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She looked at him softly, her lashes lowering when his lips brushed against her, "This..." them, him, kissing, going further. Right now, things felt almost normal, almost happy, she was scared to find out what the beyond answer was, if it was bad, they'd lose this too.
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Things were almost perfect like this. Her trust might still be teetering on a fine line, but Greed was winning her over with his charm. She couldn't resist it, and he couldn't resist having her with him again. His world felt almost complete right now, though he would always be grabbing for more than anyone was ever able to give. "What about this?" he whispered against her lips, wetting them softly with his.
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She didn't pull away, she loved being in his arms, he knew it. But she didn't feel safe, she felt anxiety tried to break down her door. "That.. if we reach for more.." her eyes were closed because she couldn't look at him and say the rest, "..we could lose this."
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"You can't keep pushing me away when you get scared." She had every reason to build a wall, but there were a lot of things that contributed to his reactions that night of the con. That entire weekend had been a sore spot prodded and poked by her past and what he thought he'd lost already. It wasn't an excuse, he trampled her, but he was recognizing the things that made her his. All the things he was falling for all over again, that the Sin was falling for. The Sin was seeing her in a new light, and he had to force her to see that.
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"I know." she said in a tiny voice as her face crumpled and she unwrapped one arm so she could rub her forehead. She wasn't crying but she was close. She just didn't know what to do. He'd never scared her as badly as he did during that weekend. They were making progress, he went from being separated by glass, to being with her, getting to cuddle, and even a couple of kisses. She was coming back to him but she was still terrified.
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"Talk to me...." She was closing herself off. He wasn't going to allow her that luxury. She wasn't going to earn herself the right to build another glass wall so that he only got to look in.
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She curled up into him, desperate to feel that safety and warmth he used to give her, she rested her head on his shoulder, arms on his chest. "I don't wanna talk anymore... I don't want to think anymore. Can you make the world go away for just one night? Please.." she just wanted this right now, no more, no less. She didn't want to think about Jonah, her grandfather, the sins, saints, the world, the past, the future. Just this.
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She was starting to panic again, he could feel it in the little pitter patter of her heartbeat. He cupped her face as he'd done before, smoothing his thumbs out across her cheeks. "Just know when I bring it up in the morning you won't be able to come up with any excuse to get out of it." He raised a brow to emphasize his seriousness. He wasn't going to let her slide out of what she wouldn't face, it wasn't his way.
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She took in a shaky breath but nodded, morning meant not right now, she could handle that. She puckered her lips and pecked him on the lips. "Where am I sleeping....?" she didn't want to assume it was with him. She had after all turned down his advances twice.
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"On the bed..." he spoke slowly like he couldn't believe she'd actually asked that question. "Once you help me make it again." More like make her do it because she was being silly and needed to be tackled under Egyptian cotton sheets. Her rejection wouldn't go unpunished, just this time it wasn't with the intention to hurt, it was playful.