She was evil. Pure. Evil. Greed took a deep breath and started to unzip his hoodie as he tossed it aside. It was new. He didn't want grease all over it. Underneath was the one of his many t-shirts that would probably need to be washed the next day. He debated this heavily, but he had his own things to overcome if he was gonna win her over in this Russian Roulette of trust. He took that dive, forcing himself with everything he had to not freak out. He had to find the gem behind all the grease which was the sanctuary inside her mouth. _____________________________________ She noticed the t-shirt but sat there amused and mildly triumphant as she put down the slice. He was two steps away from streching with the way he was acting. Her hand was now also covered in grease and sauce and cheese. Her eyes went wide when he met the challenge and full on kissed her. She let out a muffled sound and grabbed his neck for balance, getting that lovely pizza mess right on his neck and part of his ear. _____________________________________ He had to go into a place in his head that laughed at his cowardice. He inwardly cringed as he felt grease land all over his clean face. He reminded himself that sometimes he had to trudge through some ridiculous things to get what he wanted. He felt that lurch in his throat but he took a deep mental breath and kept going. He wasn't dealing with pizza face, he was jumping out of a plane without a parachute. _____________________________________ She was surprised that he actually kissed her but she could tell he was having a hard time with it. He was a jerk so he deserved it. She broke the kiss and rubbed her nose against his, getting sauce on his and she smiled, "Want a shower?" yes, it was back to that classic line that started the entire mess. Part of her would not be surprised if he dropped her flat and ran for the bathroom. _____________________________________ He knew she threw that in his face on purpose. He took in a deep breath and released it opening his eyes one at a time and focused on her eyes and not the mess that was her face or the mess that was covering his. It was out of his comfort zone. If she wanted to know he meant business about her stepping out again to his place, he could take these baby steps to get there too. As painful as it was. His lip actually trembled because he was not going to make that same choice again and end up in a bigger mess. "No," he shook his head, his face trying not to break. He was going to get through this. _____________________________________ She mock frowned like she didn't understand, "No? But.. you're dirty." she dipped her fingertip in the sauce, a big blob of red on it and held it up in front of his face, as if she was going to put it on him but didn't. She ran the sauce down the bridge of her nose leaving a red line that also went across her lips. She wiped the side of her face with her dirty hand, smearing that grease and sauce even more, part of it going up over her brow, on her temple and she just looked at him as if to silently say your move jackass. He hadn't been able to kiss or fondle her all day... now she was giving him an all access free pass, as long as it was messy. She wanted to see how far he could get before he lost it. Because his vanity trumped how much he wanted her, she was sure of it.