WHO: Greed & Zoe WHEN: Friday WHERE: Greed's apartment WHAT: Admiring the art WARNING: The other M word
Zoe was wearing a white dress. It was causal but had lace that she knew Greed liked, it also showed off her legs which she knew he liked as well. She wanted him to be in a good mood because she was going to bring up the beach again. At some point in the night. She hustled in her heels over to his car, running a couple of minutes late. _____________________________________ Greed taped his hands impatiently on the steering wheel. He had things to do and her lateness was totally not on the agenda. He would forgive her after seeing that gorgeous dress short enough to give him her legs. "Awww is that just for me?" He rolled down the window and picked his shades up off his nose. _____________________________________ She instantly grinned as he checked her out, "I have no idea what you're talking about." she said but it was obvious she had maybe put on the dress with him in mind. It was cute and flirty and she was in a good mood. She opened the car door, not surprised to find he looked impeccable and straight out of a fashion magazine as usual. _____________________________________ He skimmed a finger under her lacy sleeve. "Nice shoes," though it was obvious Greed was checking out her legs. _____________________________________ She slapped his thigh playfully, "My shoes are about two inches lower than where you're looking." she tugged gently on the lapel of his jacket to bring him closer, "Say hello to your girlfriend." she wanted a kiss. _____________________________________ "It's not my fault you've got stilts for legs that are in great shape." At her demand he gladly released his lips for surrender. The taste of her lips were always a treat. _____________________________________ She laughed, "So that means you have to stare?" tho normally he did more than just stare. She was smiling when the kiss ended, looking forward to going home, jumping into PJ's (that belonged to him) and relaxing. _____________________________________ "Those belong to me. I can stare all I want." He cranked up the car and spun off, being sure that if Derek were even hiding out nearby he'd hear the expensive squealing tires and smell the burn of rubber.
It was nice I've again to be in a place no one could touch. His own space, no intruders that had recently been redecorated. _____________________________________ She shoved him lightly at his possessive nature but didn't argue. She'd grown used to the scary terminology he used to express his love. At his place, she immediately lost a couple of inches as she grabbed his arm to kick off her heels, wiggling her toes when they were free. _____________________________________ He started with his tie, leaving her a trail of clothes until he'd made it to his room to change into a t-shirt and boxers. There over his bed wa the gigantic picture of her that had a solar system of colors. It made him giggle as he dug through clothes expecting her to follow. _____________________________________ She did follow, stepping over and around his clothes that he left like a trail of bedcrumbs. When she came into the bedroom and saw the framed picture of herself with the stars and galaxy on her back, it was scary and amazing. "Ahhhhhhh!" was all she said and covered her face that was burning because this was... oh, this was so so weird! _____________________________________ Greed turned around, sneaking his arms through the armholes off his shirt. "That's all you can say?" What wasn't fantastic about that picture? She was hurting his feelings. _____________________________________ She kept her face averted, "It's a giant picture of a naked me, yes that's all I can say..." her hands were still in front of her, she wasn't used to all the nakedness, especially permanently, especially of herself, especially that BIG, especially on the wall. _____________________________________ "And? My ass is in the bathroom. This is fucking pretty." He spanned his arms out. He was a genius. _____________________________________ "And I've never seen a giant picture of me, let alone a naked one..." but when he mentioned his picture in the bathroom, she avoided her gaze of her own and scooted into the bathroom and all he'd hear was a "WOW!!" when she saw it. _____________________________________ He was about to pout and stomp his feet, but she had already disappeared into the bathroom. With his hands on his hips he looked it over proudly. They were both in there, she had marked her territory, proving that this relationship was as possessive on both ends. _____________________________________ She smiled gazing at his butt and the glowing bird tattoo and him trying to peek and the skull and ava and it was beautiful. "It looks amazing...." she put her arm around his middle and rested her head on his chest, "How come you didn't want them put up together?" _____________________________________ "Because this is where I primp. This is where you soak in the tub when you stay over. I thought it was a hot spot." He hadn't thought that he should put them side by side, and the visual would even be even more awesome. He stopped to think. She hadnt even said as much, but it was a point. _____________________________________ "True." she kept looking at the picture and said, "But if you primp in here, you only get to stare at you. Not at me." she was just pointing that out, not that it didn't look great but she definietely didn't look at hers for even half a second while she had no problem looking at his. _____________________________________ His smile dropped the more it sunk in. He didn't even speak, just grabbed the picture down from the wall and headed into the bedroom. There was plenty of space, he'd just have to rearrange a little. _____________________________________ "Hey!" she called after him, "I didn't mean--" she followed him into the bedroom and said, "Now neither of us have anyone to look at in the bathroom." _____________________________________ Greed Sat the picture down, searching for his hammer and a few nails. "So which is it? Bedroom pr bathroom?" He was so confused now. _____________________________________ She walked over to him and put her hands lightly on his wrists, "Whatever you want. It's your house. You can have one in each or both of them in the bedroom or both of them in the bathroom. I just..." she used the tips of her fingers to rub the sides of his wrists where the bones were, "I just like being equal with you, that's all." _____________________________________ "Then I want it on the wall beside yours. I'll put something else in the bathroom." He had a million more he could litter the walls with. He hopped up on the bed with the hammer, making room for his new piece. Once he had it all settled he flopped back on the bed to look at his work. _____________________________________ She smiled, "Sounds good." she watched him work from the side of the bed, "Doesn't that look like that's where it belongs? Those two pictures side by side?" just like them. Tho she still had a hard time looking at her picture even if not much was showing, but it made it easier to have his next to hers so the spotlight wasnt solely on her. _____________________________________ The images did have a flow side by side, almost as if they were a single picture split apart. It did look pretty handsome. He corralled her onto the bed beside them so she could look up. It definitely have his room another element of them and their relationship. This was becoming their room. "It's sexy." Greed's equivalent to having a mirror over his bed. _____________________________________ She laughed when he grabbed her and pulled him on the bed with her so she had to look at the pictures. "It is. And weird." she leaned into his side looking at the pictures, "Have you... ever done something like this before?" he was always trying to collect her 'first's' because the ones he considered important (virginity, kiss, etc.) he would never have. For Zoe, she realized it was sort of similar. She wanted her own firsts with him but it was more of a challenge since he'd been around for centuries. _____________________________________ "I have displayed pictures of myself before. Those times when I had my own mansion and shitloads of money." Especially during mob days, Greed rolled in the money. It was a little different now unless he was in politics. "You know I should really get back into politics, then that shitload of money is endless..." he was getting off point to her question, but he was sure she would drag him back off his hamster wheel. _____________________________________ She wrinkled her nose and snuggled into him, "You could but that takes a lot of time to invest... I'd barely ever get to see you." he had a crazy work schedule as it was and he spent most of his free time with her and sometimes doing his own thing. _____________________________________ "What wouldn't want to be a president's wife?" His mind was always thinking bigger. The bigger it was the more he got.
Zoe was learning though how to word things to being him down from his power hungry craze. More money and power, but he lost Zoe and the Sin wasn't even willing to let her go. _____________________________________ She grinned as of course he went to the biggest seat of power he could think of, "President's have a lot of meetings and people that need their attention. First lady's do too. We'd see each other like once every two weeks. So if you were fine with that...." she trailed off. _____________________________________ "Just once?" He was a little unnerved by such a low number. Once every two weeks meant they couldn't even spend the night in the same bed....like this... _____________________________________ She turned a little so she could lay in his lap and look up at him, the skirt of her dress falling down her thighs a little as she bent her legs, "Well yeah... being president is so much more than power. You have an entire country to take care of. There's always something to do, your time isn't your own anymore, it belongs to the people who will always always need something from you." _____________________________________ Greed's face turned a little sour. Now this was becoming kind of a shit idea. Or he wasnt at a place in his life to be okay with it. Though dictating others was fun, he'd lose the things he like most right now. His girlfriend, his apartment, and his own time. No one would even want to imagine what kind of junk Greed could collect in the White House. _____________________________________ While he was busy starting to hate the idea of being president because it included responsibility (and he barely was learning to take on responsibility for himself and her), she just stared at him and rubbed her lips together. Then she asked in a kinda amused tone, "So....... you'd want to marry me....?" since he had said she'd be the president's wife. _____________________________________ "Well a president can have a mistress, but you'd have the face that could sway the public into believing any bullshit I give them. So, I wouldn't want you as a mistress..." he hadnt even realized he said something so crazy! _____________________________________ She was trying not to laugh as she watched him try to put a spin on it, "Ah.... you'd want to marry me to keep up a good image and that's the only reason why......" she raised her brows as if asking him to counter that if he liked. It was fun to make him squirm. _____________________________________ "Well, yes and you'd be my mistress at the same time. So, I'd be set." No one else was getting their hands on her. She was like the crown jewels. Of course he was trying to wiggle out of something so crazy, it made him all out of sorts to know hed blurted the big W title. _____________________________________ She smiled up at him and smoothed down her dress, "Well... if i was your wife, I couldn't be your mistress too... there wouldn't be a point. You'd get marital privileges with me already." she was poking holes in his cover. _____________________________________ "Oh..." she had stunned his plan. What was she doing that for? "So no oval office shenanigans?" _____________________________________ She nodded, "No, we can. I'd be your wife. So it'd be cool. Cause ya know. We'd be married." she said it casually. _____________________________________ "Sounds like the ultimate possession..." he'd never thought pig marriage in that way before. Yeah he'd been married to Stella, but that had been an obstacle. _____________________________________ She started laughing, only Greed would of course view it that way. "Well... in a way yeah, I guess." she looked at the ceiling as she thought about it, "It's saying I am yours forever and ever and telling other people that you belong to someone and they belong to you.” _____________________________________ He tapped his fingers together in deep thought. It was sort of what hed done with the bracelet and screwdriver, it was the closest he'd come to owning her in such a way. This however was the first time he'd contemplated something as sacred as marriage. It was a whole new ballgame. _____________________________________ Her amusement faded as he seemed to be seriously considering it! She shoved him in the chest and sat up, "Chance!" she gave him a look, "Don't even think about it." he was looney tunes. _____________________________________ "What????" He rubbed his chest from her punch. "I'm just covering my bases." It wasnt a horrible idea... _____________________________________ She put her fists on her hips and gave him a look, "That is not covering your bases." she punched his arm, "Jerk." but then she winced and shook her hand because that hurt her more than him, his biceps were huge. Not that she was being malicious but she was getting scared that he was getting serious. _____________________________________ "Why can't I contemplate? I've been married before." Just not exactly in this kind of way. This was a bit more intense for them both. _____________________________________ Her mouth dropped open and she narrowed her eyes. Bringing up the wife you murdered was not a good way of convincing your current love you were ready for the plunge. She picked up a pillow and hit him with it, "You cannot contemplate because that's just the worst thing ever." she sat on her knees on the bed and said, "That marriage was a sham, it doesn't count." _____________________________________ "It may have been a sham but it does count. There was a priest and everything." He pulled at the pillow, batting it and smacking her with it. _____________________________________ She tried to pull it back and failed, landing flat on the bed and kicking at him lightly with her feet, "It does not count. You can't name three things that a marriage is about even. Go ahead, try, tell me marriage expert since yours counts." which it sooo didn't. _____________________________________ "Um sex, and sex and....rings." she had clearly lead him into that one, now he had just sunk in his own quicksand. There was no way he really knew what being married meant, just what he thought it meant. _____________________________________ She pulled her feet away and gave him a dull look as she sat up again, "Right. Your marriage soooo didn't count. And we are changing the subject because this is a pointless discussion." they couldn't get married and even if they could, they were nowhere near ready for it. _____________________________________ "Why doesn't it count??" He threw out his arms as she squeamishly started to change the subject. He was curious about her ideas on marriage even though in itself that was a bizarre pitch for him to keep presenting. Tonight wa a few firsts for sure. _____________________________________ "Because... because marriage is more than just sex and rings!" she threw up her hands, not wanting to or believing they were having this conversation, "I mean, if that's the definition of marriage then we," she gestured haphazardly between them, "technically are married." they didn't have rings but they did have a bracelet and a screwdriver which were a matching set, almost like wedding bands. _____________________________________ He kind of just stared at her wrist, the little screwdriver to it praise I'd his shirt and visible to her. "Does that mean you change your name?" It hasn't dawned on him how ridiculous it sounded. He was just in "ultimate domination" mode, his mind wasn't having the panic attack hers was. Not yet at least. _____________________________________ She stared at him and then smacked him repeatedly on the arm with her hands, "We. Are. Not. Married." why washe crazy? "Marriage is about so much more than rings and sex and names, why are we even talking about this? Normally you FREAK out over marriage!" _____________________________________ "I'm trying to understand what you think it means." Zoe forgot his curiosity abs his need to know what she was thinking. "For the off chance you become a president's wife." _____________________________________ She eyed him, "You want to know what marriage really is?" she didn't think of it as a joke like he did and she wasn't going to entertain the idea as a folly. "Or at least.. what I think it means.." since so many people broke vows all the time. "Seriously know?" _____________________________________ "I wanna know." He wasn't playing around there, he did legitimately want to know it just didn't mean he wanted it right now. _____________________________________ She eyed him again, not entirely trusting his reasoning but then scooted a little closer, "Well... it means... a lot of things. It means love and commitment. It means that you have found someone you want to spend the rest of your life with, that this person is so amazing that there will never be anyone else. It means you want to build a home and family with them. Share your life and your happiness.... and you make a vow to them that you will do this forever because they are worth it and they are it. And you want the world to know it." _____________________________________ He counted off on his fingers as she made her list, until she said the family word. He couldn't make her a part of his family. Nor could he give her own. He subtracted a finger and then another. Eventually he had no fingers left abd he was back where he started. Well damn. Maybe he wasn't husband material after all. _____________________________________ She watched his fingers as he added and subtracted as she talked and she had mounting fear and trepadation as she asked, "What... what was that?" she wanted him to explain the things he thought he could and couldn't give her... especially since he ended up with zero. _____________________________________ "I can't give you family or a real home, because my family isn't too accepting of this whole girlfriend of mine thing except Wrath," they were constantly going to be doing this at my place or your place thing unless they somehow rigged a house of their own separate from their respective apartments. Otherwise Greed couldn't live with someone for any long lengths of time. She knew this. Even his own brother he had to throw out because he was starting to feel claustrophobic in his own apartment---well at least until Lucy burned it down. "I can't be with you forever unless you drink some kind of magic potion that puts you on the map for longer than forty years and gives you some kind of eternal youth serum." Finally his last conclusion, "and I constantly don't make you happy because my shit gets in the way. My family gets in the way and I fuck up royally." So, that was why he was left with no fingers. _____________________________________ She couldn't hide the hurt on her face but when he seemed almost more down about it then her, she was more curious and concerned. She didn't say anything for a minute and then moved to sit in front of him, "You know.. I think your math is kinda off." she held her hands out for his hands so she could do a recount. _____________________________________ He was a bit hurt to know that there was still so much Greed was not allowed. Why? What kept him from having everything? The fucking Sin of fucking greed should have it ALL. He turned his head from her looking off at a stack of magazines in the corner of his room that he hadn't put up on a shelf yet. She would be proud of him, they weren't from the mail or junk piling up. He had ordered out of at least ten of those magazines. "What about my math?" he seemed a bit distant lost in that tornado of thoughts and dreams of things greed wanted at taste of. _____________________________________ Since he was starting to drift she grabbed his hands and tugged on them to get him to focus. "It's off." She balled hands into fists and covered them with her open hands, "Love and commitment." she unfurled two of his fingers, "Finding someone you want to spend the rest of your life, forever with..." she unfurled another finger, "But you don't want to cheat and say yes cause it's impossible so..." she put the finger back down. "Home and family." he lost the only two fingers he had and was back to zero. "Share your life and happiness." she gave him one finger for that. He wasn't the best at sharing but he was getting better. "But you fuck up royally and the world is against us..." his finger got taken away and he was again left with zero. But she wasn't done, she still had his hands, she was still tallying. _____________________________________ Greed wasn't sure what to think now that she was adding fingers and taking them away. He looked at her with a disturbed look. "This isn't making me feel any better you know." That bottom lip poked out as he chewed his cheek inside still looking away now that she had humiliated him and only repeated what he had just said. _____________________________________ She leaned forward and kissed his fat pout, "I'm not done! So pay attention." She pried open another finger of his, "You make me so happy." she pried another one, "And make me feel so loved." she pried open three more so his hand was open, "And you never ever give up on us." she opened his entire other hand, "And no matter what else there is that might be negative, no one else will ever make me feel the way you do. Which is worth a lot of points that way outweigh anything bad." now he had ten points, two open hands, that she slipped her hands into and gave him a squeeze. _____________________________________ He let her claim his hands, that bottom lip still protruded from his face. She could dive right off it if there had been a pool of water underneath. He seemed a bit squeamish now that they had announced all the reasons he was shit for her, then turned them back up on their head to say maybe he really was. "Are you saying you're too far gone to ever let me let you go?" He might be a flighty sonuvabitch but she wasn't allowed to tell him otherwise. _____________________________________ "I'm saying that if one day I would want to get married hypothetically and it's far far in the future, I'd want it to be to you." so no, she had no plans on letting him let her go since she'd just told him that marriage was forever in her books. Even if he was a pouty little jerk, he was her pouty little jerk. _____________________________________ "So right now you're ok with just an egotistical boyfriend with an insatiable curiosity?" He waved their linked hands in the air. He wasn't saying right now either, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't think about it. "So, that means one day you'll be a Mrs. Avaritia?" _____________________________________ She nodded, "I'm more than okay with that." she didn't mean to but a big smile lit up her face when he said that second part. She was a little taken aback, a little scared... and kinda excited. "What's this A business? I'd be Mrs. Avaritia, period, the only one. Well... actually that depends... do you think one day you'll ask me?" she tilted her head. _____________________________________ He was shy again like he wasn't really sure what he'd just said. Now it was kicking him in the head. "I think I might." Ultimate possession. Had she forgotten? _____________________________________ She jiggled their hands and bit her bottom lip, "Really?" her voice a bit squeaky but that smile on her face so bright, she had that glow that he loved but sex had nothing to do with it. She pulled on their joint hands, putting them around her waist as she leaned in, "Is it cause you adooooooore me?" yes she was teasing but she was so incredibly touched. He thought of marrying her one day. Not as a sham, or con, or because he wanted to use her to get something. He wanted to do it because he just wanted her. _____________________________________ "What part of ultimate possession do you think I'd say no to?" If every other bullshit kids could have it, then why the fuck not? He'd done it before, but this time he kinda of thought he'd like it, and that did scare him. _____________________________________ "The cute fluffy adorable part." she grinned and kissed his nose. She was practically in his lap as she said, "Face it, Avaritia, you got a crush on me." and she nodded like it was a very serious matter. _____________________________________ His fingers wiggled with hers, still shy that she called him out. His fingers expressed that shy demeanor while he laughed. "I guess I do... " his tummy had a cage of butterflies that opened immediately as he said that. _____________________________________ It was adorable how shy he got when it came to feelings when they were exposed straight out. She smiled, "You do?" she gave him an eskimo kiss, "You okay with that...?" since he was being squeamish. _____________________________________ Her fingers felt sweaty, it made him twitch. He wiggled them loose for a minute to shake it out, only it was his hands that were sweaty. He rubbed them on his sides, feeling more comfortable with them on her thighs. "It makes my heart race out of my chest." _____________________________________ Since her hands were free, she put them around his neck and slid forward, sitting entirely in his lap with her legs open and one on either side of him. She looked in his eyes, one hand playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, "What else?" _____________________________________ He drew a kaleidoscope of circles on her thighs with his fingers. "Why do you want to know?" He lifted his hips up to try and buck her if but she wouldn't budge. _____________________________________ "Oof!" she bounced up and her butt smack landed right back in his lap since her arms were around his neck, she was not getting up, she was getting answers! "Cause...... I think you're very cute--" she quickly changed it to, "--sexy, very sexy when you talk about how I make you feel. You sound so.... you sound...." she thought about it and looked back in his eyes, "...like it's a first, that you're still exploring." _____________________________________ "It makes me uncomfortable and excited and crazy all at the same time. It makes me a mess and yet I keep wanting it." He shook his head. Sometimes he couldn't really describe what he was feeling. Sometimes the words wet lost and he just had to run with his head. Sometimes he was just better at physically saying what he felt.