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When; January 24th, night time
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Greed

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Summary; Greed invites Zaheela out for a spot of tea and a spar.
Log;

There was a knock at the door of Zaheela's residence.

"Yo! Zaheela! You home? It's about time to go. I found a nice, open spot to spar in and some nice tea back at the temple."

Greed was wearing his usual attire of leather pants and shoes, with a rawhide belt, a vest-jacket, and a pair of shades. All black, of course.

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Zaheela was what could be considering a very... FOUL mood. She slammed the door open and then shut it quickly after her, locking the door. She snarled as she stormed by, tail a-swingin a mile a minute, and a thundercloud darker then the moonless sky over her head, roaring with barely restrained thunder.

Greed hurried up, matching his pace to hers and coming up beside her.

"Who-whoa! Whoa! Chill the hell out! What's wrong, babe? C'mon, tell me all about it!"

She continued storming down the hallways of Building seven, people springing to get out of her way.

"Men... Pink... Murder..." Was all she could mutter as she exited the building, grateful for the dark night. Zaheela was so disgruntled, she didn't realize that she was still in her outfit from earlier, a loose open, 3/4th sleeved, button down shirt and a pair of tight, low slung pants, due to the fact she could wear not other of these modern fashions unless she wished to alter the clothing.

He continued to chug along beside her, apologizing to people she almost ran down. After ten minutes, they entered the forested pathway up to the temple.

"Yo!" he said, jumping in front of her, "Calm down, calm down. Now what's gotcha' so worked up? Somebody givin' you shit?"

Zaheela finally ackownleged the fact that Greed was trying to cheer her up and then sighed, shoulders slumping.
"To put it bluntly, yes... But I was sort of asking for it so I suppose I have no choice in the matter... Still doesn't mean I can't curse the guy..." She replied, noting to herself tonight would be one of the few times she would wear a towel in the hot springs. She wasn't one to tempt fate....

"Know what you need?" he said, putting his hand under his chin contemplatively, "Some fun!"

He snatched her up off the ground and took off for the temple. His feet touched bark and immediately sprung off. The technique was used repeatedly, allowing him to give her a free aerial trip over the walkway, as he hopped from branch to branch.

"Now that's travelin', ha ha!"

Even Zaheela's grumpy mood couldn't stand the sudden movement and the feeling of flying. As per instinct demanded, her hands latched onto Greed's jacket in fear of Falling and she yelped.

"What in all Altana's Name are you doingggggg?" She cried, a panicked look in her eyes. It was fall fine and dandy when SHE cast the float spell, but being carried like one would stolen treasure wasn't quite the same.

And most float spells didn't even have people moving toward trees at a high velocity. He hugged her tightly against him and chuckled.

"C'mon, Zaheela! I'm just showin' you a good time! I'm an expert at things like this. Don't worry about it, you're light as a feather."

He continued to zoom by trees and narrowly avoided a large birdnest, steadily gaining altitude.

"I've done this a million times! Check this out..." he suddenly tossed her into the air, "Upsie..."

It still didn't mean she had to LIKE it, especially how it made her feel somewhat woozy, but she wasn't about to stand being tossed around. As she fell downwards, she twisted her body mid air and used the force of gravity to preform spinning kick to his jaw, but the moment she did she felt a great deal of pain in her foot. Almost falling off the branch, she cursed.
"Ow! What do you do, break cement with your face?" She almost yowled, rubbing her now aching foot.

He intercepted her and started bounding again, finally alighting on the temple roof.

"Sorry there, pretty miss kitty, but homunculi are made of stern stuff. Our flesh is tougher than a real humans. That's not counting my shield, either."

He brushed some small branches from her, lingering over some of the fabric.

"Are these what a...what's it called? White mage? These what a white mage wears?"

She ignored how close his hands were straying to her bossom, but shook her head.
"These are normal everyday clothes. I figured that walking around looking like i'm from the... Middle ages is strange enough. However, I do have my magely clothes on me, I just don't expect to wear them... yet..." She responded before slipping out of his arms once they had firmly landed.

"So... tea first?" She questioned. Back was still in knots from various experiments after all, and she didn't feel that blasting a man and then drinking tea was quite... right...

"Sure."

He led her through a doorway and into the temple interior, descending down into the kitchen for the tea. Upon entry, the strong smell of cooking meat and bubbling tea assailed the senses.

"Right here," he said, picking up a large, hot clay jug, "Right this way."

Greed continued to cross the hallways, finally leading her to the hot spring.

"Change into a towel and meet me there," he said, changing and slipping through the door.

Unlike last time, She gingerly took off her clothes, half expecting to feel the someone appear behind her. Wrapping the large towel snuggly around her frame, she carefully folded her new clothing and placed them in a basket before ritually rinsing herself off and stepping into the spring. The hot water once again began to work it's magic on her various wounds and she poked her shoulder, the skin paler then the rest of her skin, a reminder of her duel with Cobray.

He got in the water with a the jug and a floating tray with glasses.

"Come on in, babe," he said, motioning to the steps, "Water's fine."

She sat down, not really afraid of sitting in a pool mostly naked with a male, and relaxed, her purr long and sultry as the natural properties of the water calmed her senses.
"Tea? Are you sure you ok?" She questioned, leaning forward to press her knees against her chest.

"I'm perfectly fine," he said, sliding around her and placing his hands on her shoulders. The tray floated next to her arm, holding a hot cup of tea.

"Lemme work those shoulders for ya'..."

Rough fingers compressed muscle and sinew as he began to work on her. He started on her shoulders and gradually moved inward, grazing along her upper shoulder blades and neck.

She was grateful for the massage, as long as he didn't press his luck, and her shoulders were stiff, but her mind was on other things.

"Are you going to hold back on me?" She questioned, thinking of their upcoming fight.

"No. You said you didn't want me to."

He pressed in hard, fingers gliding along the contours of her back. He focused harder on her shoulder blades, moving a little farther down. There was a rippling of water as he shuffled in closer to her body.

"And I hate to displease."

She paused, her hand shifting to cover her shoulder, the sensitive flesh still tingling, and she snarled. Very loudly actually.

"Smug bastard... I'll kill him..." She growled, her back tensing up once again.

"Take it easy."

He stopped his motions and worked around the sensitive zone.

"Sorry about that. I didn't know it would be a bad spot. Maybe I should just shift farther away from that area."

His hands moved to her middle-lower back, kneading the striations along her spine.

"Is the tea to your liking?"

She nearly spit her tea back into the cup as she realized how low his hands here. This was exactly NOT what she was in the mood for. The massage was heavenly, but she wasn't in the mood for him to get ideas.

"It's ok. Most of my tension is in my shoulder anyways. Please focus up there." She told the man, not daring to show her eyes to him. She was sure they'd be glowing... no, really.

Greed mentally kicked himself, but refocused on her shoulders.

"Sorry, sorry. Old habits. It's my nature to try and get as far as I'm allowed, until I get chastised."

He worked over her shoulders a bit more, then sipped a bit of tea himself.

"You never answered about that tea."

"Sorry... It's Honestly very good..." She took another sip, enjoying the taste before she trailed back into her thoughts. She had lost... so easily it seemed. She felt so week, so tired. Mana coiled all round her, trying to soothe her, but she ignored it like she always had.

"Fight me..." She said, suddenly standing up and leaving the spring. She was suddenly in no mood to soak any more.

"Right here and now?" he yelled after her, "But you're injured!"

As if to respond to that concern, she allowed a wave of holy energy, a cure spell of the highest level burn through her. It was overkill, but it had gotten the required effect. All her wounds, old or new, had disappeared... OTHER then what looked like teethmarks in her neck, where the shoulder blade met the actual base of the neck.

"That fix your concern? You stated you had found a proper battle ground. I would not fight here because I do not wish to damage such a grand place. But yes, here, now, do not hold back."

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