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WHO: Greed & Lust
WHEN: Friday
WHERE: Lust's apartment
WHAT: Making the most of a bad situation
WARNING: Sins

Lust was half way between pouting and angry when she arrived home. Like most of the sins, with time she let go of her moodiness over Wrath's shenanigans, it did not mean she had by any means forgiven her sister Sin or her Dickslayer but when it wasn't in front of her, Lust tended to forget. And it was just so much more fun spending that time on herself instead. It did annoy her that Greed didn't seem to be giving her 100% of his attention lately but she had Ambrosia to distract her to make up for his oversight. Until today of course when she ran into Jack and he decided to play a game that Lust did not enjoy.

"Greeeeeeed!" she whined out when she came in the door, looking upset. And it was easy to see why. A knife had sliced across Lust's collarbone, deep enough that drops of blood spilled from it. Ruining her clothes which also had a cut on the side. Her fingertips were coated in the junk as well since she'd smeared it on her chest when she'd been trying to assess the damage. She was highly annoyed, she just got her body back to perfect after the whole killing Satan and Lucifer thing and then this happens!

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"That pillow is going to get its feathers ripped out and hung out the window." He rounded the corner of the living room again where Lust was flopped on the couch. He rested his hip against the side of the couch watching her under heavy lashes. He held up his finger promising Lust one more minute before he was off the phone. Then she could do what she wanted to with him.

Lust looked at him curiously but so far this was the least sexiest conversation ever. But apparently and thankfully it was wrapping up soon.

Zoe laughed, "You and this pillow.. need I remind you that the pillow is here and you're not." concern creeped into her voice, "Can I assume you're taking care of yourself..? No fires or blood?"

Greed quirked a smile. "What are you worried?" He asked casually, but he liked knowing she thought about him. Even without influence she was grabbing for him with her words. It was a complete contrast to the way he was with Lust, who in minutes would be pulling out an entirely different side. There were things about Zoe that lustful and sexy never crossed his mind. He was always trying for a grope or a tease or to see how far he could get physically without combusting, but other times it was just being comfortable.

"Still got those pictures saved on your phone I'm sure. Should I send you a new one to sleep with?" He teased knowing she would blush for a good few seconds at the thought.

Zoe was quick to say, "No.. I'm just.. concerned." which was her favorite code way of saying she worried and cared about him. Not that she knew that's what she was saying. Her tone warmed with a small embarrassed laugh, "Uh no. And I deleted all your pictures and replaced them with pictures of the pillow." which was a lie, Zoe had most of Greed's insane pictures still on her phone.. for reasons.

Lust, on the other hand, looked bored out of her mind and hooked her foot around Greed's leg, giving a sharp tug so he'd sit on the sofa.

"Fuck that pillow," he growled, falling into place where Lust pulled him. She was growing impatient he knew. She also knew he had to keep talking until he was satisfied....and unless she peeled the phone from his ear it would be difficult. It was hard for Greed to have let Zoe go in the first place, this was torture to not see her. He wanted to pet and play with his toy. He would come up with a way. That was certain. He was creative.

If Greed was a normal boy, she might have teased him with a fictional person but considering she was sure his jealousy over the pillow was 100% real, his jealousy over a person, fictional or not, would probably reach homicidal levels. So she found ways of having a normal playful conversation, like replacing person with pillow. She grinned, "Really? You sure you want me to do that?"

Lust knew Greed needed to get his fill. She always knew that if left to his own devices he'd never get his fill. He'd keep Zoe on the phone for hours. She sat up and moved closer to him, her hand slipping under his shirt as she raked her nails across his abdomen using some influence there to remind him of what was waiting. She was letting him talk on the phone, he could ignore her mouth on his neck as she bit him lightly.