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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.

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"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.

Zoe got the door open, throwing the bag inside, wanting to slam it in his face when he dropped the locket in front of her face. Her eyes went wide, mouth dropping open. She couldn't believe it. She stared at it as if it wasn't possible but worse.. she didn't believe him. She didn't know why, but she didn't.

And in the moment she didn't care. He was being a jerk but he rescued her for the second time in a short while. She didn't take the necklace from him, instead she intertwined her fingers with the hand of his that had the necklace so the chain was between them. There was so much she was feeling and so much she wanted to say but she couldn't form words for any of it. He was such a jerk and such an amazing guy, he liked her, he didn't like her, he confused the hell out of her, she was annoyed and happy and she shook her head..

She just moved forward and put her other arm around his neck, going on tip toe to give him a kiss that would slam into him. She didn't know how to say it, so she let her kiss say it for her, all the feelings tumbling around in her head and heart. How grateful she was, how confused about him she was, how much she hated how he played with her, how much she missed him, how much she wanted him and how much she didn't want to want him.

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.

Zoe kept her eyes closed, not surprised that he'd say something like that. She looked at him from under her lashes and murmured, "A door in the face?" she unwound her arm from around his neck and dropped onto the balls of her feet, her lips pulling away from his a little with the action but her hand still tangled with his. She was kinda embarrassed but she was thrilled to have her necklace back and.. she was happy to see him despite him being a jerk.

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.

Zoe smirked a little, "Come on in.." she said quietly when he invited himself inside. "No, but soon. Thankfully.." she said in regards to Gabe, she was excited to have him back. If he'd been here she wouldn't be standing here thinking about kissing Greed again. He was still acting weird though, she gestured to the hallway, "Um.. sorry about that." She hadn't meant to kiss him. Except she had.

She smiled wide when he put the necklace around her neck, a light coming back in her eyes. She shook her head, still in disbelief. "Chance.." she ran a hand through her hair, not looking at him. She was debating something and then looked at him, putting her hands on his chest, "Thank you." she sincerely meant it, he had no idea what this meant to her.

He swallowed heavy again, keeping as much of his stomach down as he could. She was close enough to do it again, but his body was still rejecting it. He had a feeling sex with this chick could give him a heart attack and he'd still be ready to jump on for the ride.

To him it was just a necklace. Another shiny thing that he'd wanted in his possession, now a tool to get out of her what he wanted. He didn't get her thanks, it wasn't the kind of thing he understood.

Zoe wanted to kiss him again but she couldn't shake the weird look he had on his face. He seemed.. scared? Repulsed? She was so confused. Maybe he didn't want her.. but then why bombard her with texts? Maybe he changed his mind and he really only came over to return the necklace.

She studied his face for a few more moments, her own looking dejected. She didn't move, he didn't move. There was no go and there was no stop. And maybe that was worse than anything else, indifference. She tried to smile and failed, stepping back, letting her hands slide off him, "Thanks.. for dropping it off." She wasn't going to hold him there, God knew what he wanted because she certainly didn't. Was she crazy? This was the perfect out. But.. then why did she feel so rejected?

Keeping a clear head around this girl was a bit like playing Russian roulette. She looked so lost, its what he wanted, and then it wasn't. He dragged an arm around her waist, pulling her into him. God those curves were something else. "What not gonna give it another go?" He was still going in head on.

Annnd now she was pressed up against him, hands back on his chest. Her surprise and almost helpless confusion showed on her face as she asked him, "Give what another go?" actually asking him because she really wasn't sure what was going on anymore. She wasn't sure she ever knew.

Mmm. Yeah. That taste again. It was strange. He dived in for a kiss, albeit a little forcefully...he just...wanted it again. He liked sex. He liked women. She was just that. It was the getting into sex part and going on his way to the next victim that was the hard part. She spotted him first, she opened the door without him tracking it down like a cop on a criminal. It threw all kinds of gray areas up in his face he didn't deal with before. Lust was right, just fuck her and have his fill.

Except...she was genuinely nice which meant she was as bad for him as a virtue. And kissing her was giving him acid reflux something terrible.

Zoe kinda wanted to almost cry she was that turned around. Her eyes closed when he kissed her aggressively and she didn't know how to respond at first, not knowing if he'd be pushing her away in the next second. But her heart rate sped up and she gripped the front of his shirt with her hands. She'd never felt like this about anyone before and it put her in a vulnerable spot, he could so easily crush her.. but she kissed him back because she trusted him not to.

Maybe she'd regret it later. She probably would regret it later. But right now, she just wanted to pretend she could keep him and that everything was going to be okay.

His hands had just rode down her back, feeling that healthy curve that sloped down to her ass. He was about to take that dive, his kiss feeding off of hers. He wanted more, all of it right now, but all that hit his head like a jackhammer. He broke the kiss taking a running leap to the bathroom.

When he came out he was as pale as he'd been the last time he'd been with her. "Jesus you're going to kill me..." He said sliding down on her couch.

Zoe felt his hands sliding downwards but she felt enough for him that she'd be willing to let him.. and then he was gone. She blinked as she heard him rush to the bathroom again. Her mouth dropped open and she touched her lips. What was going on?

Part of her hoped it was some sort of medical condition because she was starting to feel horrible that it might be because of her he was getting sick. When he came back out, she grabbed his arm to help him onto the sofa but quickly let it go, taking a seat on the sofa a little ways away from him. His words just made her feel like shit and she grimaced, "Chance.. I'm so so sorry.." and then she frowned because she didn't even know why she was apologizing or what just happened.

He stretched out on the couch, throwing his arm over his head. He took a moment to gather his strength again. Maybe Lust was right. This was a bit of a fucking hassle, but he still wanted whatever it was. It was part of being who he was, he wanted everything. He wanted to wave abracadabra but she was already right there. He wouldn't ever tell Lust, but he was curious about how he didn't even nail this girl with his charm and he was able to get her wrapped around his finger.

"Stop." He groaned. He didn't like hearing sorries, thank yous, all that stuff just made his head hurt a little worse.

Zoe quickly stood up when he stretched out, at a complete loss at what to do. But when he spoke, it stung. When he blew hot, it was like she was drowning, when he blew cold.. it was the nastiest bite she'd ever felt. She rubbed her face with her hands letting them slide down and cover her mouth as she paused for a second, hating that she could feel tears pricking her eyes.

She took a deep breath and said softly, "I'm gonna call you a cab.." there was no way he could drive like this. She kneeled down next to the sofa to grab her phone from the duffel.

He pawed at her arm with his free hand, trying to grab the phone from her grasp. "What are you doing?" He dropped his arm from his face. He was as pale as a sheet but he wasn't going anywhere. Fuck no. His mortal toy. His good time even if it put him in a coma.

She moved back to get out of his reach and kept the phone in her hand, scrolling through for a number of a cab company. She looked at him when he spoke, hurt but still concerned when she saw how pale he was, "How're you going to drive like this?" she asked him as if he was the crazy one. That's what cabs were for.

"You think I'm leaving? Ha!" He laughed shifting himself to sit upright. He pulled at her arm struggling to get the phone out of her hand. "Gimmie that." He got a grip on the phone and pried it from her fingers.

Zoe's mouth dropped open when he grabbed her and tried to get the phone out of her hand. "Are you crazy!?" she yelled at him, playing tug of war with the phone for a moment before he pried it out of her hand.

She gave him a look like he was crazy. "Oh my God.." she was losing her mind with him. She had never wanted to slap and kiss someone before as much as she did Greed. She threw up her hands, "Okay! Sit there till you feel better then." and she moved to grab the duffel, at least she could start unpacking or something, she didn't want to really make small talk after getting rejected. To her, it seemed like he just didn't want to take a cab. Not being responsive then kissing her then getting sick, telling her she was going to kill him and telling her to stop were pretty much clear indicators he didn't want to be here so Zoe couldn't for the life of her figure out why he was still here. Unless he just hated her and was doing this as torture.

Now that he had the phone in his hand he started flipping through her messages. Had she saved every damn one he sent. He quirked a smile. That was kind of cute. He took a few new snapshots like a kid playing with his parents computer. Once he felt his head stop spinning he came up behind her, laying his chin on her shoulder. "So where did you go?" He had to admit he'd kind of missed her. Greed was good on his own, he could be alone, but he thrived off other people...it was perhaps why he and Lust were inseparable at times. He liked battling with others.

Zoe froze when she felt him and heard him. Was he for real? She looked exhausted and put her head in her hands, shaking it. She couldn't do this. She turned around and put a hand on his chest, pushing him back, keeping him literally at arm's length. "What are you doing?" she asked him exasperatedly.

He was wearing her down, its what Greed did when he latched on to something. He put on his best face dragging her back to him. Maybe this would be a little easier if she knew what he was, but he wanted to hang onto his things as long as possible. He wasn't done with this one. "What do you mean?" As if it wasn't an obvious question, as if he didn't know why.

Zoe gave him a murderous look because this wasn't fair. She let him pull her to him and shook her head, "What are you doing.." she repeated as she looked off to the side. She looked back at him and raised her brows, "Is it sex? Do you want that? If that's all you want then say so, Chance. There's a bed right there." she waved at her bed, "Let's go." She gave him a defiant look, "Though I don't know why you'd want to since kissing me makes you physically sick."

She shoved at his shoulder, frustrated beyond belief, "But if that's all you want then let's do it. Let's get it over with so you can move on." she hit him again but there wasn't much force behind it, "Because I care about you and all you do is play with me." and that was the difference between her and a Virtue. Virtues had to care about everybody even hellspawn, Zoe chose to care about Greed.

Well...that was exactly what he thought he wanted, but when she said it so plainly it was almost as if she took the luster right out of it. He kind of hated her for that. How dare she! Then she tacked on that thing that Virtues were so good at...caring. He could emulate and play it but it wasn't the same as someone who could actually feel it. He was jealous of that because as a Sin he wanted everything he couldn't have. That was something he couldn't have. But he had this brilliant idea that if he could understand it enough, there was no stopping him from obtaining anything he wanted.

As a Sin he was pushing her to a point to see how far he could string her through. Most couldn't handle him for long, she had managed a good three or so weeks.

He was kind of angry and excited at the same time that she could have such feelings without him using himself in influence. But she was greedy for him all on her own and he clung to that.

He looked to the bed then back at her. It was like the necklace dangling in his rear view mirror. It didn't feel like it was supposed to. There was no joy out of it, just as the promise of getting her in bed didn't excite him like he'd thought.

"Say it again..." He propelled his finger in the air, "that whole bit about what you feel 'cause that's a new one on me." It made him a little uncomfortable. It wasn't like Charity who always worried about him, or Lust, or the women he did use and abuse that wanted him for his meat. Or his money. Or whatever he drove them to. This was all Zoe and he'd probably fuck it up in the end, but he wanted to try because it was something so new. He wasn't a demon, he wasn't entirely evil.

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