Zoe (history_repeats) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-12-31 21:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | greed, zoe hansen |
WHO: Greed & Zoe
WHEN: Christmas [Backdated]
WHERE: Greed's apartment
WHAT: Opening presents!
They had fallen asleep bundled together on the couch under the neon lights of his tree. The sun was no match when it rose and the tree was still glittering gold across the floor and the mound of presents on the floor. He held onto Zoe with crab claws, not letting her go until she stirred and he rolled over onto the floor with a thud. He was upset that his cookies were still untouched from the night before. Did Santa really skip over him? That old fart. He'd kick him the next time he saw him. Right in the Jolly old Elfy gonads.
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Zoe fell right on top of him when he rolled over because he was her warmth and she was. She groaned a little cause that was not a pleasant way to wake up. "Mmm... Merry Christmas." she murmured with a sleepy smile and lazily kissed him, making no move to get off him. One of the cookies on the plate did have a bite out of it but the rest were untouched.
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Greed was not as fluffy as she was, he didn't have her curves, though he could argue he was still a bit too squishy for his liking. He hadn't lost any of that weight he'd put on since he saw Lust last, but he also was not as sexually frustrated so he was burning something off. He made an oof noise as she landed, and he stretched a greedy hand and tried to drag himself towards the tree with her on top of him.
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She laughed and then squealed, "Hey! Whoa, horsie!" she tried to grab on and get off at the same time, "Lemme at least get off you before you go diving into the presents." otherwise he might squish her.
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"Must...get..." He tried to move but he couldn't until she got up. Once he was free he crawled to the tree so he could dive right into it. There were so many (most to himself) that he wasn't sure where to start.
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She got off him because it looked like he would die if he didn't reach the presents. She knew he wanted to open the gifts first so she said, "Do you want to open your gifts from you first orrr your gifts from me first?" she flopped down on the ground next to him and stretched her arms.
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"I have gifts from you?" He never knew what to expect from her. She always had a surprise. "Does it involve lace?" He pushed a pile out ready to find what she'd put there and how he'd not noticed it before. Like a kid he grabbed a box to shake.
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"Duh!" when did she not get him gifts? She dug through the pile where she'd hidden the gifts and put a wrapped rectangle box down in front of him and raised a brow, "I think lace looks better on me than you.." and soon after two more rectangle boxes were placed on top of those and then four small boxes made a little tower on top of that. Nothing that was too expensive and she could have put it all in one box, but she knew he loved to see MORE.
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She piled them up and his eyes got wider with each package. They weren't as big as the one he'd put out for her, but now he was saving that for when they both didn't look like they'd rolled around on the floor all night. He rubbed his hands through his hair vigorously then stretched his arms out, shaking each box she put down. "Which one first?" He didn't know which one to go with first.
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She was so happy to just see him this excited and like a kid. She hadn't had a great Christmas morning since she was a child. "Mmmm... that one." she pointed to a red wrapped box that was one of the bigger ones. Inside was a t-shirt.
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He literally bounced off the floor, ripping into the paper until it was just a shredded mess beside him. The box no less got the same treatment until he pulled out the shirt and read the words. "Why yes I am!" He hadn't really been big into jeans and a t-shirt since that whole depression period picked up and he got the new job. He always looked decked out with ties and suits.
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She smiled a little and then handed him the next one which had another fun t-shirt. As did the last big box . Until only the four little boxes were left. She explained to him by touching his arm, "I noticed you never wear them anymore.. I know that things got really bad there for awhile and when you got depressed you got scared because you wore a wifebeater in public... but you're in a much better place now and wearing a t-shirt doesn't mean you're sad. Just means you're secure and comfortable."
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"I really did wear that in public didn't I?" He held up the 'free licks' shirt to his chest, inspecting how it looked. Very nice. He really did like this present getting thing.
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She pulled on his arm so his butt would fall next to her and she kissed his cheek, "Yes. And you looked hot. But you stopped wearing t-shirts altogether... you used to like wearing them, didn't you?" she put her hand on his shoulder and looked at the shirt she got him.
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"I did....I do....my mind's just been towards looking spiffy for the job." He kissed her softly. "I just needed the reminder." He pointed to the phrase. "I like this one..." he wiggled his brows. It was a little dirty but in that subdued kind of way. "Did you blush picking this out?" Her cheeks were already red.
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She smiled when he kissed her, glad she could be that reminder for him. "You don't have to wear them.. I just wanted you to remember you can." she didn't want it to seem like she was saying he should. She laughed, a little pink, "No..." and she stuck her tongue out at him.
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"Why would I not wear something that says I'm awesome?" She was mental if she thought he wouldn't. "I'd wear it right now but---" he held up his finger "We gotta get dressed up before I give you mine." He still had some gifts of hers to open but she needed to look fantastic and not in day old jeans.
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She blinked, surprised. "You actually got me a gift?" she wasn't used to presents from him. He did gift her clothing for most occasions but even then it was always unexpected. He just never was a... giver in their relationship. He said it often himself. But he did like to dress her up. So there was that. "You're willing to wait to open the rest of your gifts?" she was highly amused at that. Tho he had opened half his gifts from her already.
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"This one's important." He stood up immediately clapping his hands. "Chop Chop, let's go!" He liked dressing up. Even more was getting her dressed up.
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She frowned, "My little gifts aren't that big of a deal..." she'd gotten him little comics bowties because he didn't own any. But she obliged and raised her hands up to him for him to help her to her feet. "I wish we could shower together." she wasn't sad or upset about it, just she wished it but it was too much nakedness and he'd go catatonic. They knew it.
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He twirled her around in her feet, flipping her backward in a little dance. "I don't care, I love them." He spun her around again and waltzed into the bedroom. There in the bed was a box addressed to her. It wasn't the prevent but it was one of them. "I'll be right out." He said as he headed into the bathroom, which on Greed's watch was at least an hour until he emerged in his own outfit.
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She was touched and laughed when he kept twirling her. "You're very dance-y today." she was more relaxed when it was just them dancing, she didn't worry about messing up so rarely did. "Oh...." was all she said when she saw the box with her name on it. She grinned at him and sat down to open it and see what he got her, he always had good taste.
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He flattened out his vest, smoothing it over with his hand. He saw her in the bed looking the dress over. "Won't you put it on?"
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It was really the perfect christmas dress, shiny and elegant with a plaid top that was very her and casual. She grinned at him as she picked up the dress, "After I shower so I don't smell in it." she went over to him and kissed him on the lips while holding the dress, "It's a beautiful dress, thank you for it."
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"Then hurry it up!" He clapped again, flopping to the bed. Whatever time he may have spent getting ready, he couldn't allow her. He want that patient.
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She rolled her eyes, "Yes, your highness." and disappeared into the bathroom. She took less than half the time he did since he was the more girly and vain of the two of them but finally the door did open and she stood there with her glossy hair and wearing the dress which made her look like a christmas present herself. "Ta-da!"
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As soon as she walked out he tackled her. She looked ready to unwrap, she was only missing the bow on her head. He twirled her back into the room under the glittering tree where everything in her sparkled. "There's one more." The box he'd pushed towards her the night before.
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She laughed when he grabbed her and twirled her again. She looked at the smattering of gifts for him under the tree, "Hmm.. I think your counting's a bit off..." she was done with his gift to her as far as she was concerned, he got her the dress and it was lovely and nothing else was necessary.
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"No I'm pretty sure this one has your name on it!" He pointed to the tag and took a seat back into the couch. He was about ready to rip into the box if she didn't.
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Zoe was surprised when the big box did have her name on it, "For me?" she started to unwrap it, "But you already got me a gift..." she got him multiple gifts but she never expected him to do the same.
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He helped get rip in. But under the mass of tissue paper was a smaller box buried in the bottom. "Just for you."
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She searched in the tissue, wondering if there was anything at all when she saw the smaller box. She picked it up slowly and looked at him curiously when he said it was for her. She sat with the green skirt of her dress around her on the floor and carefully opened the box.
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He wad impatiently waiting for her to open it, she was taking to long to let that bracelet see the light of day. It wa something a little gutsy, dominating her in a small way as her tattoo did in him.
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When she saw the bracelet, she gasped, her mouth dropped open a little. "Ohmygod..."
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"Only I can put it on and take it off..." He stopped himself, "when you want me to put it on."
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She looked confused by that, "What?" and then she noticed the fancy brand name, "It's real gold..." and then she noticed that the grooves in the bracelet weren't all just for show, there was a tiny gold screwdriver that came with it. She picked it up and looked at it and then looked at Greed questioningly.
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He scooted down off the couch still he was level with her, something she always made sure she did with him so it wasn't like she was lording over him. He pulled out the screwdriver which was in necklace form. "Envision this bracelet as your trust. I put it on you but I don't get the screwdriver until you wanna give it to me. The instructions say it's like a symbol of commitment. Kinda like a chastity belt for the new age it something. I think it was designed back in 1969 or something." It was branding her to him with something more permanent. "And it's actually rose gold." Due to the tint of pink in its color.
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She didn't touch the bracelet, she just looked kinda in shock. What he'd gotten her was as permanent as a tattoo, just it was a very pretty piece of jewelry but it was a big sign of commitment. Tears pricked her eyes when he said that she would give him the screwdriver when she was ready... respecting the fact her trust in him wasn't totally restored yet. "It's..." she didn't know what to say. She looked weepy but happy and kissed him over and over. She had no words, he'd made her speechless so she stuck out her hand to him so he could put the bracelet on her wrist.
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She pelted him in kisses which he ate up. A cat always longing for that attention and affection. He slipped it over her hand, screwing in that one defining screw that pieces it together, closing her into this perfect world they'd made for themselves, closing out the rest of the world. She was his and no one would pry it from his fingers. He turned it around, touching up the other screws top be sure none were loose, and she could see a peak of his tattoo under the cuff of his shirt as he molested her hand with his, turning hers around at his finished work.