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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: 2012-09-28 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?"

Date: 2012-09-28 06:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
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.

Date: 2012-09-28 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
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?

Date: 2012-09-28 08:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
"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."

Date: 2012-09-28 09:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
"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.

Date: 2012-09-28 11:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
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.

Date: 2012-09-29 12:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
"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.

Date: 2012-09-29 12:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
"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.

Date: 2012-09-29 01:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
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.

Date: 2012-09-29 01:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] better-than.insanejournal.com
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.

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