Chance Avaritia "Greed" (better_than) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2017-05-20 19:57:00 |
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WHO: Greed and Zoe
WHEN: May 13th, Saturday morning [Backdated]
WHERE: Secret Madison house, NY home
WHAT: Theseus finally let's Greed and Zoe have a weekend free from his punishment (and curfew and to give him less of a headache and time for his own nightlife). The morning after a romp in their secret hideout, Greed wakes up and realizes he's really fucked up their relationship.
WARNING: Lite morning cuddling and groping
NOTES: Completed Log
It was the first time in a couple of weeks that they'd gotten to just sleep with each other, it was the first time in this relationship they actually got to sleep as a couple after having had sex. And since sex was a workout and physically and emotionally taxing, Zoe was out like a light but it was also because Greed was there with her and the best sleep came when he was with her, even if he liked being her bra in bed these days. It was surreal to wake up in their big bed in their home and Zoe was not ready to face the day. The light from the window was creeping in and she started to wriggle around (her butt rubbing up on him) as she tried to put her face entirely in the pillow to avoid the light.
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His hands were suction cupped to her boobs (a place they liked to stay these days), and his chin nestled into the crook of her neck. He would have pinched himself to be sure she was really there (AND NAKED) but he didn't want to move, so he pinched her nipple instead (softly). She was so warm, like baked cookies fresh out of the oven with that whiff of coconut in the air. The sun peeked in and started to brighten the room, and he just nuzzled her closer, giving her boobs a good squeeze.
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She squealed into the pillow (so it was muffled) at his pinch and squirmed but she couldn't moved much so she reached behind her and smacked his naked thigh under the covers since she couldn't pinch him back since he was using her body as a boob shield.
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"Are you asleep?" He whispered, letting out a mock gasp as she tried to smack him. She failed, quite miserably and he gooched her again. He didn't realize how soft hers were. They were perfect to play with, like a cat with a toy.
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She let out a groan and half mumbled response and then went, "Ack!" when he squeezed her again, she tried to smack him again but couldn't really. She whined, "Shhhh, Zoe's sleeping...." squirming to try to get away.
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When she wouldn't get up or move other than a sleepy wine, he decided to let her go to sleep. He however, was wide awake and couldn't fall back asleep so easily. So, he got up and tried to find something to do. He wondered off into the porch, there was still an unopened box with a canopy seat they'd yet to put up. He also still had some lights leftover in one of the closets, so he had a project. This was something Greed hadn't spent time doing in a while, using his hands and his creativity to put things together or make something. He knew Zoe would like it with a canopy of stars to look out at during the night, but with a cushy place to lay, this would be like a backyard swing and a tent all in one!
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When Greed kissed her good morning, she sleepily framed his face in her hands and gave him a sleepy kiss and then another one and then promptly fell back asleep again. For him it'd been a couple of months without sex, for her it'd been over nine, it was a workout. She slept for a bit longer until the sounds from the porch were waking her up and she noticed her man was missing. She got up and picked up his boxers and his shirt and put them both on and then yanked on starry night socks that he'd stolen from a museum gift shop they'd been in. She didn't think he even realized it, she'd found them balled up in his pocket the next day. She yawned and padded into the kitchen to make some fresh tea. Soon after she took her mug and went to the front porch to be met with the breathtaking sight of Greed, shirtless, and working with his hands. It was like a punch to the ovaries.
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Greed was far too busy hammering two pieces of wood together for him to notice she was there watching him. It was a warm day (at least out in Madison it felt like spring outside of the city). The weather was finally cooperating and not completely overcast. He had the canopy up, but he hadn't yet gotten to decorate it with the lights, the sheer curtains or the pillow cushions, but it was obvious he'd been working for a while on getting it steady and able to hold his weight.
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He looked so damn sexy, she just leaned against the doorjamb and watched him work with a dreamy smile on her face as the tea warmed her hands. This was the happiest she'd felt in ages, wearing his clothes that smelled like him watching a creative sweaty him work on their house. She kinda wanted to pounce him but didn't want to disturb him, she was content at just ogling for now.
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He didn't even have to work that hard with an audience, but the boy was on a mission! He had to complete this thing! Once he was sure it was sturdy he started draping the more delicate parts. The curtains and the pillows. The lights however were a tangled mess. He hadn't remembered them being so balled up in the box, but they were worse than a strand of Christmas lights.
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He wasn't even aware of her she was pretty sure, "Hey handsome." she called and sipped from the mug, "Need a hand?" she liked working on things with him, they hadn't worked together in a long time.
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He wasn't even aware of her she was pretty sure, "Hey handsome." she called and sipped from the mug, "Need a hand?" she liked working on things with him, they hadn't worked together in a long time.
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He was such an adorable dork. "Well I slept through the first few bangs and then had to come see..." she eyed him and then blushed as he caught her, feeling a little like he was reading her mind. "Nooooo..." and she looked to the side and raised the mug of tea to take another sip.
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"So you were just looking me over like a piece of candy?" He took a few steps forward, the lights dragging on the floor with him like a train. "How dare you be so shallow. I know I'm gorgeous, but learn to control yourself princess." It was obvious he was poking fun at her, because he saw that saucy look in her eye. "Wait----are you undressing me with your eyes?" His hand went to his chest. "I feel so violated."
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She still looked pink but grinned, "I had a line of gorgeous guys to choose from, your looks are not why I'm with you. They're... a nice bonus." and he knew it. She bit her bottom lip and reached out to tug on one of the strings of his pants that was undone, "Not much left to undress...." she thought she spotted Adam swimming around in there trying to say hello to her.
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"Just a bonus?" He watched her maneuver that string but he didn't scold her for pulling it. "Are you looking for something?" He asked with a little chime to his voice at the end of the question.
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"A nice bonus. But yes, a bonus. If I wanted just some hunky guy then I'd have dated any old beefcake." she smiled and her fingers dipped into the waistband of his bottoms and pulled him forward as her knuckles grazed his abdomen, "Think I found it." but she of course meant him and she gave him a smooch.
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"Oh?" He asked in surprise. "What is it?" He thought maybe she'd go for below the waist, but his lips were her victim. Here at least, he could happily comply and struggle for air because he kissed her back so hard.
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She practically dropped her mug at his kiss, "You." she said and then kissed him again till they were both weak in the knees, "Tell me what you're up to before I just end up spending the day kissing you..." which didn't sound so bad.
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"I'm. Hanging. Lights." He said in between kisses. "They're just a bit tangled." He grinned mischievously. "Want to help me untangle things?" Though it was clear he was talking about more than just a strand of lights.
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She set the mug down to better enjoy his kisses and laughed, "How do you make everything sound so dirty?" she smooched him again, "Yes, I do. Always." as if he just proposed or something instead of offering untangling lights.
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"I do?" He knew he did, he'd even managed to make that sound dirty because of the smug little grin behind the comment. "Could always check and see how the swing feels before I string up the lights...." he seemed to be most definitely asking for more.
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"You do." she said and gave him an eskimo kiss while on tip toe. She put her arms around his neck and then kissed his naked collarbone, "Oh yeah? How are we gonna check that?" she leaned her head back and looked at him with one eye squished closed and her short hair swinging back.
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"I've got a few ideas..." and he started to peel the lights from off his shoulders so that they fell to the floor. "I mean I have to be sure it can hold my weight and yours. Weather conditions, etc. It's like an agility test to be sure it works properly and can withstand for more than an hour."
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She kept her arms around his neck as he looked like he was stripping the lights off, she didn't know how he could make that look sexy but he did. She nodded along to what he was saying, "It has to support both our weight for an hour?" she raised her brows, "By the way, all of that, also sounded really dirty."
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"I just want to be sure it doesn't fall down after five minutes. I might have to hammer some more nails in..." he eyed her with that look that said he knew exactly what he was saying and in how it always seemed to have a double meaning behind it. He gave her a little steamy kiss (just enough to get her blood heated) and then he moved from her and sat down on the giant bed-like swing. He moved it a little to see that it didn't fall under his weight, and he waited to see if she followed. In the meantime he stretched out on it and looked up to the ceiling which was just a mass of sheer curtains. The lights really would sparkle against them. He took the strings of his pants that she'd tugged on and tied them again. Maybe she'd get the hint.
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She giggled a little because he was so smarmy and she loved him. Her eyes closed when he kissed her and she stumbled a little as suddenly he was gone. She opened her eyes to see him testing out his new toy and she walked over in her outfit of boyfriend boxers, boyfriend shirt and stolen museum socks and watched him test it out. She didn't follow, just stood in front of the bed-swing and looked at him tie the strings before looking up and inspecting the handiwork he did. She didn't quite get the hint but there wasn't much doubt where his mind was at but his talk of the swing falling down... not that she didn't trust him but he didn't hit it out of the part with every project he did...
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When she didn't follow he stared at her rather blankly. He untied to the strings again and then laid there still with no reaction from her. He stretched out his hand this time. Damn. What was the problem? A minute ago she looked ready to lick his face off.
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She was watching him now and so amused at how he was shifting around as if trying to tempt her. When he reached out his hand tho finally she took it because she also didn't want him to slide back into terrible 'you come to me' habits. She looked up at the swing and then back at him, a little hesitant as she held his hand, "You're sure it can take my weight..?"
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"Well, you aren't a hippo..." But maybe he was with how much he really weighed. He was like a solid rock with a little squishy in between in certain places. "I put like fifty nails in this thing, it's got to hold up." If it didn't, then he might be in trouble.
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She gave him a look when he said hippo and then put a knee on it and heard it creak. She gripped his hand and looked up at it again, she trusted him... but a lot of times he believed in something but it didn't make it real or true. She took her knee off and then turned around, "Maybe butt first..." she said and looked over her shoulder as if somehow that would redistribute her weight.
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"It's sturdy!" He hoped at least. He wasn't big on reading instructions, he just followed the pictures. He thought he'd followed the right pages first....? Should he be worried, as he heard it creak under her once she finally sat down.
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She trusted him and did sit, gently, she moved and it creaked and she grabbed onto him with a squeak but the swing just moved back and forth calmly. She looked down at it and around them but it seemed to be holding up...
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So far it wasn't collapsing, but they hadn't done more than lay there for five seconds. Greed whistled and then started to make it swing. Still it creaked as most swings did but they didn't go sailing to the floor.
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Zoe put her arm around his middle and cuddled into his side, cringing when the swing rocked but seemed to hold up. For a moment she thought about how nice it'd be to invite her Dad over for dinner. Then remembered in the next second how no one knew about this place. She kissed his collarbone again and was just amazed at how they were here and still together and she squeezed him happily.
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A breeze shot by and he could feel it tickle his naked skin as it filtered through the curtains. Her kiss just made him shiver. It was such a gorgeous day. He didn't even want to think about the fact they couldn't stay for longer, because come Monday morning he wasn't going to want to leave.
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Zoe rested her head in the crook of his neck, still a perfect fit as she looked at the woods around their property. It was quiet enough that she could hear his heartbeat or was that something else? He was here tho, wasn't he? Her hand slid up along his abs and settled over his heart just to make sure and when she felt it underneath her hand, she felt a little more relaxed.
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It was a tiny creak, barely a sound as the curtains flapped in the breeze. "What? You think I'm a ghost?" He wiggled his fingers in the air. "Ghosts aren't solid."
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She smiled and tapped his chest lightly over his heart, "My mom was. Remember?" there was another creak but it was something that was just a sound now that she was getting used to.
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There was another creak, the wind blowing them again for a little nudge. Except at this point he heard a crack, and before he could say anything to her the bed dropped a foot to the ground.
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She lifted her head at the crack and then yelped and grabbed onto him tight as they dropped the small distance. Her mouth dropped open from the little but still big boom and after a moment she burst out laughing.
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He felt the earth quake under his weight for all of two seconds. His heart stopping as he held her tight in hopes she didn't go flying somewhere else or cracking a body part he couldn't fix. When things settled and he heard her start to laugh it completely shot any worry out the door. Maybe he had enough pillows and blankets and bed cushion to break the one foot fall. It also meant that the fifty plus nails he'd used were either rusted or completely useless.
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"Are you okay?" she asked while still laughing and kissing his cheek a few times, her tight grip on him loosening a bit into a more cuddly grip. So they weren't swinging, it was still a nice set up.
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"I don't think I broke anything. Other than my pride." He'd worked so hard and labored over this thing and it just cracked under their weight. Was he really that bad or did he skip a step or two?
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"Aww... poor baby." she rained kisses all over his face and practically crawled into his lap to hug him tight, "I think maybe I am just a hippo." tho there was a chance that Greed had not followed instructions as he had a tendency not to do.
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It was the universe trying to wake him up and show him the metaphor of his own actions and how the effected his relationship. He'd skipped a few steps and tried to speed forward to a better outcome--- and the same thing had happened. The weight of it had collapsed and he was left with the broken remains. He couldn't build anything strong and sturdy if he tried to skip steps just to finish. The end result looked beautiful, but the inside was hollow.
He was quiet as she tried to kiss away his worry. Physically he was fine, mentally he was a little disturbed.
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Quiet and Greed was rare and he seemed to be taking this hard, she touched his cheek and made him look in her eyes and she just raised her brows a little in concern.
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"I'm just thinking when I skip steps it ends in disaster. Even with the hundred or so nails pounded in for strength. It fails." And he wasn't just talking about this swinging bed. He was talking about them and all the shit he'd put the relationship through, just to try and come out ahead of the game.
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Zoe looked up at the structure and the ugly half pulled out nails now and nodded, "Well that's why there's instructions, it's not about just well I need nails to hold this up so I'll hammer a ton and it'll work. You need to know where to put them and how to put them." she looked at him, "It's like when you bake a cake. You could just throw the stick of butter, mix, and eggs unbroken into the pan and throw it in the oven... but it won't be a cake. It'll be an inedible mess. It takes extra time to crack open the eggs, unwrap the butter, stir it altogether with the mix and then put it in the oven. And you can put it on 500 degrees but it won't bake the cake faster, it'll ruin it. But once you know the instructions really well, then you can start to play with them and do it your way. But it's hard to do it your way if you don't know what the original way was." she frowned, not knowing if she made sense.
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"I'm not the greatest cook either." It was his thin patience that made it difficult for him to see things in such a straight line. He'd rather take the shortcut and zig-zag his way there. It was more fun that way. He took a deep sigh of frustration. This was never going to work until he built a sturdier base for them both to stand on.
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She stroked his cheek and looked at him, saying gently, "Why do I get the feeling this isn't about cooking or carpentry..." he seemed way too serious.
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"I'm not really. My pattern has always been to take the quickest and easiest route. That's why I've fucked us up so many times. I skip steps and it completely kills everything." It was incredibly vexing.
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Ah, there it was. She nodded, not denying what he said but she did say, "In relationships and feelings it's hard to know what the steps are. But I can tell you there is no quick and easy route when it comes to the heart." and it was a painful lesson they both kept learning. She kissed his nose.
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"And what step is this?" Had he completely fucked up with his heart dangling on a string for her to pull when she wanted? Or was this them pulling the strings together to make it pump that much stronger?
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She turned her lips in and rested her arms on his shoulders, "Ummm the we're on our asses but together step?" since that was literally what they were.
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"Correction. I am on my ass, you are using me as a pillow." He hadn't even tried to move since the small one foot fall. He just knew this time putting it together (like them) so that it didn't collapse. He gave her a small smile though, because she wasn't running away and he wasn't slithering around trying to get back at her. They were in it together.
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"Thank you for that very important correction." she smiled and said, "I mess up sometimes and I know you do too. But one of the things I love about you is that you don't give up. You'll mess up, you'll learn and you'll try again." that was the thing too, they wouldn't be here right now if he didn't.
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"That's part of being immortal. Keep going and find a way, because survival is key." But wasn't that also the part of being human? He carried the shoulder's of both, in one imperfect being. He was still pliable even after all these years. He had things to learn and overcome. It wasn't the most fashionable thing to do, but this bed of theirs was proof enough, maybe he needed to read the directions again and not skip to get to the end. Metaphorically as well.