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WHO: Greed & Lust
WHEN: Friday
WHERE: Lust's apartment
WHAT: Licking their wounds, pouting
WARNING: Sins, 'nuff said


Lust and Greed had holed up in her apartment to recover from the battle they had waged with their siblings against Lucifer and Satan. There were deaths. And major causalities. Their bodies had looked like someone had tried to shred them. And burn them. But no one knew where Lust's apartment was except Greed and Gluttony and Glutt was dead.

They were healing nicely, most of the wounds having mended but there were enough marks still left that weren't fading fast enough for Lust's liking and they just served as nasty reminders of what happened. Lust hated being marked up, she hated Greed being marred either. She liked her things pretty. So this was an extra blow. They'd both be right as rain soon enough but all she was now was tired. And angry. She lay naked on the bed playing with one of the bloody knives from the fight idly as she stayed lost in thought.

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They were always fighting, together, but fighting. He got to the door, sliding his ARM through the jacket and stopping just before opening the door. He slammed his fist against the door and stomped back tossing the jacket aside. He may not have Zoe, but hr couldn't just walk away from Lust. Right now she was the only thing he had to hold onto. Greed needed to have something or he was obsolete. He was growing cold inside, somewhere Lust had seen him before.

He stomped around a few times. He had a lot of energy to break. He couldn't confide in Lust because he knew what he'd taken from her and what she could still do in return. He stood in the doorway looking at her like a kicked puppy.

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Lust wanted him to remember that she would be always the only thing he had to hold onto. That was how it had always been. And she would make sure it was would always be that way. It didn't have to be but Greed insisted on it all those years ago and now he couldn't change the rules. He made his bed and Lust was the one in it.

She had her own pouty hurt look on her face when he came back but whenever he was sad, it always drew out the mother in her. "Baby...." she softly whined at him, holding her hand out to him as if it wanted to pet him and make everything better. He did want to feel better, didn't he? Wasn't she the one who always provided that for him?

Lust was like a viper when provoked but she could be sweet and when she was it was like honey covered opium. It was difficult to resist and one taste got you addicted again for a long long time.

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Greed took her hand after staring at it for ages, curling up into a ball in her naked lap. He pressed his cheek against her thigh, his hands grasping her knee. She would be what he hung onto now, and he would lose this human side that he was with Zoe. He needed something, Lust was all he had right now.

He whined shuffling around after a while and flopping back so that his head hit her lap and he could see her face. He was like a child with a tummy ache that wouldn't go away.

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And what a beautiful face it was, not even history's finest painters could ever capture how exquisite Lust truly was in the flesh and she was looking at Greed and was all for him.

Her hands went on his chest caressingly and while Zoe normally pushed him away, Lust was welcoming as she leaned down and kissed his lips, giving them both what they needed. He had spent far too much time with his mortal.. now he had to come home.