http://popular-likeme.livejournal.com/ (
popular-likeme.livejournal.com) wrote in
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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"Beautiful," he said, gazing at her in the nude, "Absolutely flawless."
His tongue trailed down her belly until he parted her legs and pressed his mouth against her sex.
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