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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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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.

Zoe made a 'ehhhh now's not the time' face at him when he wiggled his brows at her. She took his ear by the earlobe to look at the tattoo which really was surprising in more way than one. Greed was such a flashy guy, and this was almost hidden. Private. She observed it while saying, "Oh yeah? Your symbol is something slimy? I can see that." she scoffed while widening her eyes briefly, "Or greed." but she blew past that like that wasn't it. It was standard for her to learn these things. Ever wonder where the phrases 'green with envy', 'seeing red', 'eating like a pig' came from? Yeah, so did she so she looked it up. She kept talking as she kinda literally poked it, "And I thought it hurt when I got mine.. this must have been painful."

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?"

She was still checkin' out his tattoo as she answered absently, "History and mythology." she let go of his ear and gave him an incredulous look, okay she derailed the conversation by mentioning his tattoo but he wanted to have a philosophy discussion right now? She shrugged a little, "I mean, I wasn't raised really religious or anything but I studied them." she seemed thoughtful for a moment, it was such a weird question to be asked. "I.. I don't know. I guess I never bought into the whole sins and virtues thing. I mean, who doesn't enjoy being lazy now and then? And we all want things.. we all get mad, it doesn't make it a bad thing. It's just part of being human. Too much of anything can't be great. Look at diligence, if you're a stalker then that's not good to have. I always thought it was sorta flawed to separate them into pure and evil." she chuckled a little, "Wow, I can't believe I just used the word evil.. well, I mean, I don't really believe in 'evil' like that but you know."

She cringed not realizing she revealed she had one by saying that and said, "No..?" she shook her head because she wasn't a great liar and she knew he didn't believe her, "No, forget it." like hell he'd ever get to see her tattoo.

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?"

Zoe's eyes widened when he smooched her like a cartoon wolf and she grimaced but sorta smiled (damnit, she had to stop doing that) when he started dropping kisses all over her cheeks. Okay no, this was just weird and this just no. Her mouth was open because what the hell..

She held her hands up in front of her and looked at him, "Firstly, no. And secondly.. what just happened?" normally she bored people to death rambling on about her personal beliefs derived from mythology and history, Greed's reaction was.. insane. Well, she was starting to believe he might be not entirely there.

Greed to the normal human person had about a hundred personalities that liked to bounce around like a yo-yo. "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. And you're mortal." It slipped. "I mean normal." Could he claim autocorrect on his mouth? He looked like a cartoon character with that wide-ass grin.

He nudged her with his arm. "Oh come on. I'll show you mine if you show me yours." This wasn't a strip show, but he could turn it into one.

Zoe wasn't sharing in Greed's happiness, she looked a little dazed because she had no idea what was going on. She gave him a weird look when he called her mortal and corrected himself. Normally she liked to see him smile but right now..

She stepped back so he couldn't touch her in any way, "I really don't want to see yours. And Chance.. I'm thrilled," could he not tell how thrilled she was, "..that you liked what I had to say but you have to stop this." and she gestured from his mouth to hers and back. It was too much stop and go, one minute he seemed like he wanted to be around her and the next he didn't, one minute he treated her like a toy, another like a lover, and another like a friend.

She liked him too much to just shut him out of her life, she knew that. She'd get past the embarrassment of rejection and be just friends but not if he kept kissing her randomly. Maybe he was used to friends like that but it meant obviously more to her than to him and she didn't want to have to be hurt every time.

It seemed this could be the moment he lay everything out. Tell exactly who he was, but he wanted to hang on a little longer. See how far he could get before telling her anything. He still kept his business pretty personal.

He cleared his throat as if to say 'who was that guy.' "Yeah," he blew a huff of air. Play this cool, he got a little too excited. "Sorry, that was a bit weird." As if he hadn't just pulled a 180. He took a seat on her couch. Couldn't they just go back to cuddling and sharing tattoo stories?

Zoe watched him carefully and then after a moment she sat at the other end of the couch. "Well I'm sorta used to your weirdness.. but you have got to stop kissing me." she tried for a smile, "So you can be a lunatic, just not with your lips. Deal?" and she reached a hand out to him as if to shake on it. Thing was, she really was used to his exhausting yo-yo like personality, he was up and down and all over the place and she could handle it as long as she knew where the line was.

"I'm not gonna stop kissing you." He couldn't. Now that he had a taste that wad just out of the question. He wanted her, though he wasn't sure what it was of her that he wanted. She totally snowballed him and he was addicted to the fun of the ride. He couldn't predict and he liked it. He crawled across the couch. "Maybe I can just taste you without your lips."

Zoe let her hand drop and her head in an ugh manner. "Why? You don't even seem to like doing it and it makes me--" she looked startled when he started to come closer, watching him warily. "How..?" and then she looked panicked and put her hands up in front of her as if to ward him off, "No, no! Forget I said that! Don't show me."

"Zoe" he held her hands, threading his fingers through hers. He was going to have a time experimenting. He brushed his nose against her ear, his breath just lightly tickling her skin, "just let me..." He feathered his lips against the skin. If she did continue pushing back as fast as he pushed forward he would get bored. Right now he just wanted something. He was a very physical being. He had to raise his body's rejection or he was going to go crazy.

Zoe's fingers slowly collapsed over his but the closer he got, the further she leaned back till she was pressed into the couch and there was nowhere to escape to. Her heart was racing and she had a winced look as she turned her face away when he nuzzled her. She wasn't fighting him off but she was tense as hell. "Chance.." she whined, hoping he'd stop. "Please don't.." she said in a small voice. She was having the hardest time resisting him and this was not going in a good direction if she was supposed to try to not want him.

He just wanted to be all over her. He wasn't sure how to do this. He just wanted all of her. Holding her. Kissing her. Touching. He rested his forehead on her shoulder. His voice was a whine. "Zoeeee" he was very needy. He kissed her neck again. He was throwing himself into a snake pit and it felt good and bad all at once.

Zoe's eyes fluttered close instinctively when Greed kissed her neck. She tried to move but was practically under him so was trapped. And her hands were trapped. To be honest, she'd been trapped by him long before this moment. She shook her head, "This is a bad idea.." trying to hold on to some rational thought and finding it more and more difficult to do that with how close he was.

"No its not," he countered with a smile, grinning against her neck. He eventually let her hands go, positioning himself on her, nestled between her legs as if he belonged there. He brushes her hair back, soft kisses and breathe against her ear. He nipped her neck playfully, hands braced on the arm of the chair. He hadn't gone overboard yet, he was still experimenting.

Zoe's face turned bright pink when he moved and she saw the position they were in. She tried to stretch one leg out but ya know, it didn't do much to change the overall intimacy of the situation. She was trying to say something but his soft kisses were distracting and her breath caught when she felt his playful bite, just releasing a hundred butterflies in her stomach.

Her hands went up, grabbing onto the sides of his shirt as she was trying desperately to hang on to sanity. She turned her face to look at him, she wanted him, she did, she couldn't deny that. But she had no idea what he wanted. "You like me.. then you don't like me.. and now this." one hand loosened it's grip on his shirt to rest on his back as she asked softly, "What do you want from me..?" but she wasn't saying it in a harsh way, she was asking in a way that suggested that if he just told her, she'd probably be more than willing to give it to him. But she wasn't sure anymore. One moment it seemed like friendship, the next a one night stand, the next something special and more.

"I don't know, I just want." He whispered. What Greed wanted was everything. What she had to offer, things he was curious about, he may not have used hrr but he was manipulative now with his sad blue eyes. If he didn't have something his head was going to explode. He wanted to believe he could have this. She was his his his! "It's what I am..." His voice still within a whisper. She wouldn't understand until he told her.

It wasn't the best answer. But Zoe accepted it because it was an honest one and that meant more to her. She rubbed his side and smiled a little at him. She reached up and tugged on his ear where the tattoo was, "Greed." playfully insinuating the tattoo was actually very fitting for his want personality.

His eyes wavered under those thick lashes. She'd said it. He stared for a while. "You have no idea," he kissed her then, forget stomach reflexes. He would chalk it down to have it. He'd burn himself again and again just to keep tasting it.

Zoe's hand idly played with his ear but then he kissed her, she barely getting in a breath before it happened. Her hand slid down and into his hair, almost as if trying to keep him from breaking the kiss as he always did. When he was like this, just himself, Zoe wanted him but not just physically. There was something about him that she connected to and she didn't just go around making out with guys, she had strong feelings for Greed and it was frustrating that he didn't seem to accept them. Or want to accept them.

When he was tangled up into his own messes, he got ahead of himself. Her name repeated itself over again in his mind, his kiss developing more hungry by the second. He ignored anything his body may have been doing to retaliate. He could feel sweat bead up against his neck, his skin hot to the touch. He'd keep going. He didn't even have to make her, she just wanted him as much as he was grabbing for.

Zoe was surprised but not complaining that he wasn't already turning cold on her. It'd been awhile since she'd had.. well.. since she'd... this position was one she hadn't been in in a while but that was by choice. The fact Greed had her here now was also by choice, she picked him. She wanted him. She kissed him back with a warmth that was settling in her stomach. Speaking of warm.. she could feel his body heat rise.. but not really in a sexual way, it was like an out of control fever under her hands.

He was used to heat. He liked heat. Hell was hotter than this and it was home. This was just a little different. He was gluttonous in his kisses, letting this build as long as he could stand. He'd have to stop breathing for her to pull him off. She was getting into it, he could feel the desire rolling through with the speed of a bullet train.

He slid down a bit, arm wrapping around her waist and dragging her down more comfortably into the couch, so that her head was held up by the cushion and not the arm of the couch. Now he was pressed into her, his body so warm it felt like he could internally combust.