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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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There was a knock at the door, followed by a deep, smooth voice.

"Oi, Glinda. You here?"

Glinda stopped, midpace, her heartbeat quickening for a second.

"Yes, I'm coming," she called, going slowly to the door. One breath, a deep breath, and she opened it.

Greed bowed to her at the doorway and let himself in, giving her a bouquet he had picked up along the way.

"So, what's all this about? Your message sounded rather ominous."

The witch took the bundle of flowers, murmuring a soft 'thank you' as she put them to her nose. "They're beautiful, Greed. You didn't have to." She moved into the kitchen, in search of a vase.

"I'm sorry if it sounded ominous. It wasn't meant to," Glinda called from the next room. "It's just... Everything that's happened in the past few weeks... You remember how I said I was having trouble figuring everything out?" She reentered the living room, carrying the flowers in a glass vase. "Well, I think I've got it now."

He sat down nearby and crossed his legs, waiting.

"And?"

Glinda sat next to him, flowers still in hand and words trying to fail her. Wasn't waiting supposed to be the hardest part?

"Well, first of all, I guess... I'd like to apologize to you if anything I have said, or done, or... lied about, as the case may be, has hurt you. I seem to be doing that a lot lately, and I just wanted to make sure I hadn't hurt you." She reached forward, placing the arrangement on the table. Arms empty, she shifted in her seat to face Greed, waiting for his answer.

"Eh, no skin off my back. I'm tough as steel, inside and out."

"That's not the point, Greed. I shouldn't have lied to you. But, speaking of that lie, that's actually another thing I wanted to discuss. I've been thinking about it, and really, other than making Tayuya so mad, I don't have any regrets. None whatsoever. Everything I said I regretted, I don't. I wouldn't take back anything if I could." She paused for a breath, hoping what she was saying was fairly coherent. "... Especially anything we did."

He grinned in an almost boyish manner and let out a small chuckle.

"Well, hell, that's great to hear! Thanks for lettin' me know that, Glinda. It's a big weight offa' me!"

"It is? Well, that's good, then." Glinda smiled. "I've come to realize, through a friend, that there is nothing wrong with the fact that... that I like being with you. It's alright to enjoy these things. And, normally, this is something I wouldn't do, you know, before love and marriage and such, but sometimes... things happen, I suppose. And... and... to hell with what everyone thinks of me," she said, arms moving to cross her chest. Elena's words floated to her mind. "No one dictates what I am or what I do."

"Ha ha!" he exclaimed, leaning forward to pointing at her, "And THAT is my philosophy entirely! I'm my own man. There no hand up my ass controllin' me. I decide what path I walk and how I'm gonna' get there."

Glinda's smile spread into a grin. "And that's part of why I like being around you. I feel like I can say what I want, and do what I want, and..." Her voice grew soft. "And I feel like maybe I don't have to be so perfect..."

He shifted over next to her gently rubbed her shoulder.

"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."

Glinda sighed and leaned into the touch. Almost done. "Well, I don't want to stop getting along, you see. But there are a few things... A few things I have to say, first. One thing is that this whole "non-monogamous" thing... it really does bother me, a little. ... A lot, actually. But I know that's who you are, and I can't ask you to change that." She squeezed his hand, needing the comfort that he was still there.

"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.

"What do you mean? I do see you. You think I just think of you for your body? It wasn't that way with Tayuya, or Faye, or any other female I know here. That's not how I operate. I genuinely care for all of you. If anyone tried to hurt you, I'd stop them. If you had a problem, it becomes my problem. If you have a bad day, I do whatever I can to rectify it."

"And if I pick fights with people bigger than me again, you'll come get me out of a dark alley, right?" She laughed lighly. "I know you see me. I know you care. I've said you do, before."

"Of course. When the wind is low I can actually hear someone yelling from partway across the city."

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."

"Well, I don't plan on having to yell for help anytime soon, so you don't have to worry about that," Glinda said, relaxing into the embrace.

"Good to hear. Rescue work is hard to do every day," he said, giving her a quick peck on the lips.

"Was that all ya' wanted to talk about, babe?"

"Yes," she said slowly, thinking about it. "I think I've said all I needed to. Unless... there's anything you had to say?"

"It's just really good to have ya' okay with everything."

He rose and slipped his shoes on, then headed for the doorway.

"I'll see ya' around, Glinda."

She stood and followed, stopping him with an hand on his arm.

"... You don't have to leave."

He stopped dead in his tracks after hearing that. His shoes were off as quickly as he had put them on, and his arms were soon around her waist as gave her a much deeper kiss than before.

"I thought you'd never ask..." he whispered to her.

Glinda reached up, arms encircling his neck. "Maybe I should have asked sooner," she whispered in return.

He ran his fingers through her golden, curly hair and gently stroked her cheek, then picks her up and carried her back to the entrance to their bedroom. She was set gently onto her feet again, so he could fold his jacket in a corner.

"After you, milady," he said, showing her to the bed.

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