He'd gotten used to luxury. It wasn't like Greed was always in fine suits, cologne and had perfect clean sex. This was messy, he hated it but there were other things that he could compare it to far more disgusting. Part of his dislike of oil and grease probably spurned from that age old Catholic belief that those in greed tended to boil alive in oil. It was a nasty, unpleasant thought. He'd told her once he'd die to get something he wanted, so this was showing that primitive side of Greed and how far he was willing to go. Hurricanes, sitting out in the cold---that was nothing. He laughed, a deep and amused laugh, his face unchanging of that heavy gaze. He was fucking her with his eyes first, and he would keep going. He was already in, there was no coming out of a high tense passionate moment---greasy food or not. In some ways this was how he imagined Glutt enjoyed sex. With food. So he tried to channel some of that as he took her arms and held them behind her back, restraining her from abusing that expensive ass pizza he'd bought to eat. Then he attacked her mouth. _____________________________________ She gave him a defiant look when he laughed. She wiggled her arms in his hold but he was serious about this. Panic started to claw at her gut but she took a deep breath, in a way this was good... because this was the side of him she had the most fear of.. and she didn't want to be afraid of any part of him. She wanted to look him in the eye and show she was strong, she wouldn't break, she wouldn't cower or bow to this. She wanted to prove it to herself too. _____________________________________ Sure he was like a giant cat ready to devour her, but he wasn't in the process of breaking her like he had so many months ago. This was the same guy she'd dealt with but his agenda was in a different direction. He wasn't here to hurt her. He was proving a point, similar to the one she wanted to prove. So he was finally giving her the side that she wanted to see her as sexy, covered in cheese and tomato sauce. _____________________________________ It was ironic and insane that he finally got his rough and tumble wish, something she wanted to try too... but when she was probably her least sexy. She still struggled against his hold but his kisses made her weak and all she had to fight back was rubbing her skin on his and then biting his lip with a bit more pressure than she normally would. _____________________________________ It was the mirror of that primal actions that kept him going. Maybe it scared her but she didn't show it and that was sexy. He only released her arms when he wanted to see where her frustration of being held back brought out of her. It was a push and pull play and she should have known this would be the consequence of her temptation. _____________________________________ They probably looked like quite a sight, half naked and covered in pizza while tangled up. When her arms were released, she hit his chest a couple of times before her hands stopped against him and curled in, the nails scratching against his skin hard enough to cause some burning pain but it was debatable if she was trying to bring him closer or get him to stop. _____________________________________ His hands clamped onto skin he could grab onto without the slip of grease. He dug little finger-shaped dents in her sides, but nails? That was a more than gentle push. He aggressively pulled at her pants and dragged them down off her. Then he pinned her back on the floor so he could easily dispose of his own and this turned into a rough ride with no foreplay. _____________________________________ He hadn't bruised her in awhile and she'd let out sounds of surprise pain and pleasure all mixed together. She kicked at him again when he went for her bottoms and let out an oof! when he got her back on the floor. She pushed at his chest even though her body was letting him know she was ready for him. She wasn't a delicate flower that needs tons of oh-boo-boo lovey doveyness to open up for him.