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tampered2007-02-03 01:02 am
Log; Complete
When; Late February 2nd
Rating; NC-17 ;_;
Characters; Greed {
so_very_greedy} and Glinda {
popular_likeme}
Summary; Glinda calls Greed over for a talk, giving no indication of what she intends to discuss with him.
Log;
Glinda's hand shook as she turned the knob on the stove. She leaned back against the counter, waiting for the tell-tale whistle to alert her that the water was boiling and ready for tea.
Her insides quaked with a million unseen nerves, reminiscent of the first time Greed had come to see her. Only that time, it had been under completely different circumstances and in a different apartment. Now, it was a little more serious. There were so many things she had to get off her chest, so many things she needed to say to clear the air, to make things right within her.
A shrill whistle pulled her from her thoughts. She moved to the stove, turning it off with one hand and transferring the boiling water to a waiting tray with the other.
Waiting is the hardest part, she thought, carrying the heavily laden tea tray into the living room. The sooner I can say these things, the better. But for now, she just settled for pacing the living room floor, wringing her hands, and waiting.
Rating; NC-17 ;_;
Characters; Greed {
Summary; Glinda calls Greed over for a talk, giving no indication of what she intends to discuss with him.
Log;
Glinda's hand shook as she turned the knob on the stove. She leaned back against the counter, waiting for the tell-tale whistle to alert her that the water was boiling and ready for tea.
Her insides quaked with a million unseen nerves, reminiscent of the first time Greed had come to see her. Only that time, it had been under completely different circumstances and in a different apartment. Now, it was a little more serious. There were so many things she had to get off her chest, so many things she needed to say to clear the air, to make things right within her.
A shrill whistle pulled her from her thoughts. She moved to the stove, turning it off with one hand and transferring the boiling water to a waiting tray with the other.
Waiting is the hardest part, she thought, carrying the heavily laden tea tray into the living room. The sooner I can say these things, the better. But for now, she just settled for pacing the living room floor, wringing her hands, and waiting.

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"Well, hell, that's great to hear! Thanks for lettin' me know that, Glinda. It's a big weight offa' me!"
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"I pride myself on bein' easy to get along with. It's much easier to go through life like that," he said, twining his fingers in hers. He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed it gently, "And ol' Greed has had a long life."
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"What I do want to ask is that, if I keep seeing you, you have to value me for more than what my body can give you." The hand not holding his reached up, settling softly against his cheek. "You have to see me, Greed. I won't be just another girl in your bed." Almost.
"But... I'm here. If you still want me." There, that was it, everything had been said, everything was out in the open.
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He slid a litte closer to wrap his arms around her, giving her a light squeeze.
"I love hangin' around with you too, even without sex. You're very...what's the word? Comfortin'. Very maternal. I like that warmth."
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"Was that all ya' wanted to talk about, babe?"
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He rose and slipped his shoes on, then headed for the doorway.
"I'll see ya' around, Glinda."
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"... You don't have to leave."
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"I thought you'd never ask..." he whispered to her.
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"After you, milady," he said, showing her to the bed.
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He ran his hands under her outfit, sliding them up across her breasts while dragged his rough tongue across her neck.
"You always do taste so sweet."
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She sat up a bit, hands reaching to her back and fingers fumbling with the zipper on her dress. "I can't... quite get it."
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"I live to serve," he said, slipping the garment off of her, "Very nice!"
His leering was rather unabashed when he looked at her body.
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