tampered | Log; Complete

When; Late February 2nd
Rating; NC-17 ;_;
Characters; Greed {

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Summary; Glinda calls Greed over for a talk, giving no indication of what she intends to discuss with him.
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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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Glinda's outcry was lost in the kiss, and she tried hard not to think about tasting herself on his lips. She shifted beneath him, a little uncomfortable at first, body still trying to adjust. "Slow," she whispered.

He slowly pulled out of her, then gave a more gentle push inside, gradually working into a rythym. He sucked at her lips hungrily and moved down to kiss her neck.

"Sorry," he whispered between kisses, "You're hard to resist."

His left hand snaked over to softly squeeze one of her breasts, until he moved his head lower to run his tongue over the nipple.

“It’s alright,” she whispered in response.

Her body moved to meet his touch, hips rising and falling to match the rhythm he created.

He cooed in pleasure and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her chest tightly against his own as they moved together. His hips continued to slowly pick up speed until there was an audible SLAP of his hips against hers.

"Mmmm..." he managed to moan out, pressing his tongue into her mouth, a light growl rolling through his body.

Glinda adjusted quickly to the new speed, initial pain and discomfort lessening and pleasure increasing. She allowed his tongue entrance, hands on either side of his face, keeping him close.

He started to roll his hips with every thrust, grinding against her clitoris on every stroke. He moaned into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of her muscles gripping him tightly. His tongue wrestled with hers as he desperately tried to get as much of her as he could.

Her hands moved from his face, arms wrapping around him, fingernails digging into flesh, her attempts to pull him even closer and further inside her. She pulled her mouth away from his and cried out, first in pleasure, and then calling out his name.

He covered her mouth again with his own, swallowing her cries of pleasure and speeding up his pace. He could sense the familiar feeling of impending climax building inside him. An electric tingle that started in his lower spine and rolled down to the pit of his abdomen, then to the back of his testes.

"Ah...Glinda...gonna..." he managed to huff out between kisses, his face flush and breathing ragged.

But Glinda beat him to it, her hips and chest simultaneously trying to rise to meet his, muscles and body tense, contracting, keeping him within her. She pulled away again, breaths coming in gasps and doing all she could to not cry out.

A low roar shook his body as he locked up inside her, his cock pushing into the deepest part of her and filling her passage with round after round of hot come. He continued to thrust against her, his ass clenching with the strain of his exertions, until his climax finally ended.

"Shit..." he said, leaning his head against her for a moment, then moving up to plant a soft kiss on her lips, "You're a friggin' angel, babe!"

Glinda smiled, handing coming to rest once more on his face. "Oh, but I think my halo is slipping, Greed."

"Then if you fall from heaven, I'll just have to catch you," he said, nuzzling her nose with his own.

"There's no one else I'd want to catch me," Glinda answered, pulling him down into a kiss. "No other arms I'd rather be in."

"Aw, you're gonna' make all blushy," he joked, returning the kiss, "Did you want to have some dinner tonight, or just hit the hay for now?"

"Well, unless you can cook, I can't. Not that much, anyways. So that means we would probably have to go out. But going out means getting cleaned up, and showering, and... Oh no." She smiled teasingly. "We could have a problem here."

"Ah, you're right. I'd just end up getting excited again and take you in the shower anyway," he said, shruggiing and snuggling against her, "So I guess we'll sleep right here."

"Mmm, I didn't say it was a bad problem. But," she said, laughing slightly as a yawn interrupted her, midsentence. "Perhaps I could use the sleep, hm? The shower can wait until morning."

Glinda settled into his arms, not bothering to reach for a cover, his embrace warm enough. "Good night, Greed," she whispered, sleep quickly overcoming her.

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