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WHO: Greed & Zoe
WHEN: November 28 [Backdated]
WHERE: W hotel
WHAT: Two birthdays for the price of one!
WARNING: Fluffy fluff or I will strangle them o_o
Zoe wasn't taking Satan's threat lightly. She was terrified of the blonde and had jumped more than a few times since the run in two days ago. Greed thought it'd be best if they spent some time apart for safety reasons but the 28th was Zoe's birthday and she was 25 today. And she'd made a promise to Greed that she'd share her birthday with him since he'd never had one. So Satan or not, she intended to keep her promise. A promise was something sacred to her and not even the fires of hell were enough to make her break one.
She picked the W hotel again because they had had good luck with it last time. No one had spotted them and it seemed to not be in the path of Virtues or general folk of the hell variety. She wore a yellow dress with black tights, not as fancy as the one that Greed had gotten her (which she had accepted as an early birthday present) because that one was tainted with Satan's threats. But this one had belonged to Zoe's grandmother, and like most of Zoe's clothes, had been tailored to fit her. She hoped Greed liked it just the same. She'd done the same trick with the keycard as before when she'd arrived and now sat on the edge of the bed and sent a text to Greed which was cryptic but she had confidence he'd understand it:
Your room's ready, Mr. Grolls.
WHEN: November 28 [Backdated]
WHERE: W hotel
WHAT: Two birthdays for the price of one!
WARNING: Fluffy fluff or I will strangle them o_o
Zoe wasn't taking Satan's threat lightly. She was terrified of the blonde and had jumped more than a few times since the run in two days ago. Greed thought it'd be best if they spent some time apart for safety reasons but the 28th was Zoe's birthday and she was 25 today. And she'd made a promise to Greed that she'd share her birthday with him since he'd never had one. So Satan or not, she intended to keep her promise. A promise was something sacred to her and not even the fires of hell were enough to make her break one.
She picked the W hotel again because they had had good luck with it last time. No one had spotted them and it seemed to not be in the path of Virtues or general folk of the hell variety. She wore a yellow dress with black tights, not as fancy as the one that Greed had gotten her (which she had accepted as an early birthday present) because that one was tainted with Satan's threats. But this one had belonged to Zoe's grandmother, and like most of Zoe's clothes, had been tailored to fit her. She hoped Greed liked it just the same. She'd done the same trick with the keycard as before when she'd arrived and now sat on the edge of the bed and sent a text to Greed which was cryptic but she had confidence he'd understand it:
Your room's ready, Mr. Grolls.
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She grinned and looked down when he not only suggested she had been a dude but he would be okay with it. "As disturbingly sweet as that is.. I was not a man before. Just.." she moved her head back and forth, "It's... been awhile for me and you're.. you're.. you know." she looked to the side and played with his shirt, "It's like when you see this roller coaster and it looks like so much fun and all you want to do is go on that roller coaster and you wait in this long line, forever. And you finally go on the ride... but it makes you dizzy and it's not that fun, and you just end up vomiting and deciding it wasn't worth it."
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She laughed a little and shook her head, "Chance, no! You're not listening." she hit his chest with her fists lightly and gave him an exasperated look, "I'm saying what if you think it's going to be one way and it's not. What if you're disappointed? Or.." she looked troubled as another thought came to her, which was sort of worse than the first and she looked at him, "What if you won't want me anymore after you finally have me..?" she knew it was one of the reasons he liked her so much. Kansas would change everything.
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She blushed and lowered her gaze at his outburst and then coughed to cover it up, "Okay but still." she touched her nose to his, "What if you're disappointed. What then?" she was kinda... rusty in that department. And she knew what a voracious sexual appetite he had, it was frankly intimidating.
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Greed threw his head back against the backboard. "Zoe!" he grumbled. "Fucking tease you know? I promise I'll show you everything I know." He gave her a wink. "It's like riding a bike, isn't that the expression?"
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She looked a little embarrassed when he winked at her and side eyed him, "Do you know how long it's been since I've been on a bike..?" she argh'd and rolled off him so she lay next to him. She covered her face with her hands, saying in a muffled voice, "It's a lot of pressure..."
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He held his hands up to where her hips had once been, his bottom lip puckered out. "You moved..." He rolled onto his side, arm going up under the side of his head like a pillow and watched her hide her face. "How long has it been since you've rode a bike?" He was curious now. He then poked a finger through the gaps in hers. "I'll rock your world baby. Fireworks."
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Zoe laughed silently and uncovered her face only to lace the fingers of her hand with his that was poking hers. "Fireworks, huh?" she ugh'd though at thinking of how long it'd been, her entire face pink. "Are we actually having this conversation.." she mumbled. "Well it was my last boyfriend so.." She rubbed her lips together and totaled it in her head, "God..." she moaned as the number came up. She curled in towards him a little, not able to look at him as she said, "Something like two years..? I mean, there was once almost in between but yeah.. almost two years."
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