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WHO: Greed & Zoe
WHEN: Thursday evening
WHERE: Zoe's apartment
WHAT: Zoe went away for three days and has just got home
WARNING: Sure, why not.
NOTE: We're impatient brats okay.


Zoe had to get out of the city because it was too much. She was hugely depressed over losing her grandmother's locket and she hated the fact that she let Greed's callousness hurt her. She knew from the start he was trouble, he was a player, and he was interested in just one thing. She was an idiot for letting it go as far as it did and she'd take the blame on herself. Why not, it wasn't Greed's job to care and actually back off and not break her heart. He had to go after what he wanted. It was human nature.

So Zoe ran to get some space and distance while she still had control over her emotions. Except her phone wasn't letting her forget him. She wanted to call Gabe but knew he was unavailable and she was starting to hate her phone. Greed was going to be the death of her. One minute hot, one minute cold... AUGH. She'd gone for a few days by the water which always settled her nerves except every time she got a message, she wanted to chuck the phone in the ocean. She'd tried turning the phone off but when she turned it back on, she'd have a slew of new messages from him. And though she didn't respond to any of them, she read every single one. And she hated that she missed him.

On the ride home she didn't even look at her phone, just miserably out the window of the bus. The person next to her said, "I think you have a message." Zoe didn't even look at them just said dully, "I know." a few minutes later, the phone buzzed again and the man said, "Could be important.." Zoe said in the same flat voice, "It's not." she closed her eyes and let her head thunk against the glass lightly as the phone buzzed again.

When she reached her apartment building, she pulled out her phone to scroll through the texts Greed had sent her today. She sighed and put the phone in her duffel along with her shoes so she could start the long climb up the stairs to her apartment. She'd cried already on her little trip away but all she wanted to do now was crawl into her nice bed and cry some more. If she really wanted to forget and move on she might have to change her number.

Date: 2012-09-27 02:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
Lust had given him the pep talk. Glutt and Pride helped pump him back up. This was a mortal toy. He liked playing with his toys. He had come today with full intent on doing what he usually did with toys (no matter how shiny), and that pretty necklace of hers was his bait. When he'd initially taken it as a prize, but he couldn't gloat in it. Now he knew why. It was to see her jump right in. It was time to use his influence, no more pussy footing around because she made him curious.

He sat outside her door rolling the chain between his fingers. He had a feeling she'd be back today. Time to put on his pretty face.

Date: 2012-09-27 06:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
Showtime! Greed laughed as of this was nothing more than a big joke. "I thought I'd meet you at the door. Say hi." It was as of nothing had changed. As if he was just playing his usual gig. "You look like shit." No he hadn't sent her texts for three days just to bug the ever loving shit out of her. He was kind of persistent that way.

He stood up, turning the locket around in his hand with his thumb. He hadn't showed it yet, but when he did she would follow him like a puppy.

Date: 2012-09-27 06:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
"Someone's grumpy," he blurted resting his back against the wall. He raised his hand up, dropping the locket, chaintwined between his fingers as he dangled it in her face. "I found it wedged between the seats of my car. Thought you might like to see it." He was gloating now, with the widest white smile he give. Putty. Complete putty. Lust was right, he'd enjoy this so much more. The only thing was sometimes he kinda wanted his toys to last longer than a week or so. He waited for her reaction. Very impatiently.

Date: 2012-09-27 10:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
There was that high again. Like tripping acid. He was about to wiggle his fingers and wave his magic but she jumped into his face before he could say go. She was ruining his plan already. He should have hung onto the necklace longer.

"What else do I get out of this?" He grinned against her lips. Yeah. No. His stomach was already flopping around ready to purge.

Date: 2012-09-27 10:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
He needed to learn to throw influence at her when she was a foot away, then he could dictate what he wanted and when. Her kiss still burned his lips, just like the stomach acid burned his throat. He swallowed that down by pushing her door open and stepping inside. "Still no roommate?" Her hand was still linked in his, it was actually kind of gross, but he liked it. He eventually dropped it to hand over the bauble and put it around her neck. Nothing. He didn't feel a damn thing after taking it, and he didn't feel a thing at giving it back. It was just weird.

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Date: 2012-09-28 04:54 am (UTC)
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He wound his finger around again, nodding as she spoke, as if he were hanging on to each word. Saving it in his memory bank for later. "See, that's so good. You said that with real grit," he fisted his hand and made a punch in the air. "I'm not used to that," it actually made him a little nauseated. He wasn't making fun of her he was giving away what he was without really saying it. And he wasn't used to people feeling things without his input.

Then she said the other bit. That really killed his mojo. How was he supposed to use it now? It would make her sparkle like a damned twilight vampire and blind the shit out of him. It also wouldn't be as fun. "I do?" It was like she had found him out. Then he grinned kind of silly. "I do. You give me a new side to play with." It was weird. He was being entirely honest instead of finding a lie to cover it up.

Date: 2012-09-28 05:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
He was about to say something along the lines of how she pulled out a personality he didn't know was there. Then she completely derailed that so quickly he was almost proud. "A frog?" Oh. Oh! that (http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs27/f/2008/176/1/7/Frog_Tattoo_by_Phoenix_Cry.png)! "It's kinda my symbol," he said with a cheeky grin. In the old days, the Sins were represented by colors and animals. Greed was yellow, and his symbol was the frog. Just like Glutt was a pig. Or something. It was in the most inconspicuous place while his name said it with bells and whistles. "That's not the only place I have tattoos." He wiggled his brows as if she was curious enough to go looking.

Date: 2012-09-28 05:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
She had done her homework. She did say she was a TA...but in what he didn't know. "What is it you study?" She brushed off the obvious and his voice pitched when she pulled on his ear. "Greed isn't so bad. Just a..." He trailed of a bit, "You must know your sins and virtues to know that...." He wandered off a bit, "what do you think of sins really?" Was she religious, not really, curious? Like him?

Then she said she had a tattoo and he was glued. "You've got one?" He smiled completely ready to go looking. "Where is it?"

Date: 2012-09-28 03:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
It was a weird question but a serious one for him. It would ultimately determine his next move. Her answer was not what he'd expected which would have made him drop his influence without second thought. What she did say kind of made that party in his stomach come back, like when you dropped on a roller coaster.

"Oh my God" he said through gritted teeth (he'd been holding his jaw tightly together on that response), his hands gripped her face with a big wet kiss right on her lips. It wasn't romantic but it made him bounce. He started kissing her cheeks playfully. He finally let her go and turned the tables back on her tattoo placement.

"It's somewhere naughty isn't it?"

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Date: 2012-09-30 03:06 am (UTC)
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"Gimmie a little kiss." His lips would be a file fish against hers before he let her hands go. He laughed again this time with more seriousness in his voice. "You can leave in five minutes." Those good old puppy eyes. "Please? I already feel better."

He soon felt well enough to slip out of the tub, pushing himself out, letting the drain go. She was libel to blush. "I'm still covered." He waved it off sitting on the edge again, water sloshing all over the side onto the floor.

Date: 2012-09-30 03:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
She was gone in practically a flash, speaking quickly and then there was nothing left to look at when he peeled off his boxers. The towel was loosely wrapped around his hips once he stalked out into the living room. "Not gonna join me tonight?" He pouted. "You act like you've never seen a guy naked before." Though he knew he didn't make it easy, he didn't make it easy on anyone. He had to admit this was the longest he'd give without being physical with a new pet. If it kept ending like this he would really have to experiment.

Date: 2012-09-30 03:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
"I don't want to sleep alone." Lust had been gone for a week now, it had started to feel strange and dead in his apartment. This was the first night since he'd seen her last that he'd been in the company of another. Greed liked being tangled with arms and other limbs. "I'm not going to get sick with you laying there." He took her hand and held it up to his chest. "See good as new." He'd said something similar the last time and he still repeated their last encounter.

Date: 2012-09-30 04:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
His lips scrunched up, then thinned out into a tight line when she threw him that weight. He'd never really been asked, it made him feel a little exposed. He could lie, he was good at that. He'd been lying to her easy since day one, it was just awkward how she pulled odd sides out of him.

He looked down at her hand, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. "You've known the answer since I told you my name." He brought his blue eyes up to meet hers, dropping her hand to rub his through his hair from the back forward. "A sin by any other name isn't half as good as me. I'm Greed. Avarice." He displayed a bright white smile. "Chance Avaritia. I'm not that subtle, though I can be if I wanted."

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