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When; April 16, evening
Rating; PG-13 to NC-17
Characters; Zaheela Luna Rouchelette

so_very_greedy
Summary; Greed invites his Zaheela over to show her he's not to proud to admit he loves cats.
Log;

Greed was leaning against the doorway to the temple, looking through the light rainfall that was peppering the temple. He silently went through the check-list in his mind as he waited for the first scent of his date to be carried to his nose.

"Lessee...Sushi, check. Laid out on the table. Futon, check. Clean and cushy by the sushi table. Skylight, check. In perfect position over the futon. Hopefully the rain will clear up a bit. Fireplace, check. Stocked and roaring. House cleaned, check. Finally clean, for once," he though, nodding his head to himself.

His ears twitched as the rustling of underbrush from down the path alerted him.

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She couldn't help but roll her eyes slightly but leaned against him, happy for the company. She eyed the platters and picked up a piece of a cucumber roll and nibbled on the corner.
“For now, I think it'd be best that I stay put though, right?” Her tail curled around her own leg and she purred.
“Your right though, I'll go back one day, dead or alive. It's my home, and this is just one weird vacation.” She slumped against him, relaxing against him, eyes looking upwards.

"Exactly! My sentiments, exactly!" he laughed, hugging her close to him, "Stayin' positive around here is important."

He popped several salmon rolls into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

"I was sad when I lost my dog here. So even I'm not immune to havin' regrets. He was cool, too."

“As many people have reminded me lately. That and to stay away from certain assholes.” She muttered, ears laying flat. Her thoughts flickered for a second and she pushed the thoughts away. She let him pull her close and smiled, though she had to squirm to readjust his arm a bit.
“Dog? You had a pet here?” Her head tilted in a somewhat cute way as she picked up her sake cup and took another slow sip. “Or is that some unusual, quirky nickname I've never heard about?”

"Remember when the Heartless things invaded? Well a big one attacked and I chained it in the basement. Okay, it wasn't exactly a dog, more like a...semi...dog-like...thing. The point is, it was so cool! I went out to buy a collar around midnight and it was gone when I got back!"

He polished off another bottle and set it down on the table.

"I didn't know the invasion was just another curse at the time. That was my bad. Sometimes I can be a bit slow to comprehend. In three centuries, some things I still haven't learned."

“Actually, that is the first I've heard of it. I think it was before I came here, unless you are referring to the heart thieves.” Zaheela pointed out, sipping the sake, finally draining it.

“Hmmm, well, I think that the curses of this place make reality seem like fantasy and fantasy reality. Eventually, it'd be hard to tell apart. Plus who says whatever those things are wouldn't make a good companion?” She continued, smiling softly.
“Even if you may be tactically slow, you certainly know how to make any one feel more at home just by being you.” She lifted herself up to drape across his lap, a mischievous look on her face. “Or at least this poor lost tiger.”

"At least if all else fails, I can make a living as a host. I know how to be a friend," he chuckled softly, rubbing under her chin with a finger.

He tilted her head up a little more and pressed his lips to hers, "So why don't we be a little more friendly, together? Not like the sushi's going to swim away in the rain, now is it?"

He pressed his kiss a bit more, wrapping his arms tightly around her and lifting her up slightly.

Normally, she would of said no, but she was tired of feeling like she had to be prim and proper. She was too tired, to stretched, and too cold to care.

"If only for tonight, lets."
Feeling another body against her own was something she craving, because it meant she still existed. She lifted her arms to wrap around his shoulders and smiled into the kiss.

“You did promise to show me what real sex was like...” She murmured, eyes sultry. Her fingers trailed across his shoulders, and she purred.

“Should I expect you to keep that promise?” She continued, before giving a quirky smile. “Of course, if the sushi swam away, I would be asking where you got it. It would certainly mean it's very...very...fresh.”

A low growl rumbled through him as he nuzzled against her neck and shrugged off his vest.

"I never tell a lie. Personal policy. Though I HAVE been accused getting very, very fresh, myself," he joked as his undershirt faded into his skin, leaving only the red lines and nodes on his upper torso.

One hand rubbed against her lower spine, while the other slid up along her front, the rough palm sliding over her left breast. He gave a light squeeze through the fabric.

She was curious and inquisitive by nature. She wondered about things like how that thin mesh had disappeared. Was it a part of him, his shield? Did it serve a purpose or was it just for decoration. However all of that was shoved into the back of her mind as she felt the hand get dangerously close to her tail. Ever sensitive, she purred loudly as his fingers did brush over the soft skin right where it began to turn into fur.

She couldn't help but compare her first to this instance. He didn't bother with much foreplay, that was for sure, and while many books had described such acts, there wasn't anything compared to feeling it for one's self, that was for sure. At least Greed knew what he was doing, because she didn't.

He could feel her body respond when he got near the base of her tail. He experimentally curled his fingers around the velvety appendage and stroked outwards all the way across it, letting it curl around his hand. His lips strayed up her neck, across her lower jaw and back up to her pretty face. His tongue flickered out during their kiss, tracing across her lips.

"You're a sensitive little thing, aren't you?" he breathed against her lips between kisses, "This is going to be a lot of fun."

The hand on her chest snaked downward, then up, under her outfit. It slid across the bare skin, her smooth belly, and up around the same breast. This time two rough fingers locked around her nipple, giving it a soft pinch. He began to shift around, his arousal uncomfortably trapped against her hip, under his pants.

It was like lightning, feeling his fingers trail down her tail, technically her spine. She didn't trust herself to speak; she was too used to muffling down any noise she made. She never did like the idea of letting her partner know she enjoyed his actions. It was a hard habit to break, but with the pinch she purred, tone low and sultry. Her back arched, pressing into the rough pressure.

“Maybe... Wouldn't be able to tell you.” She managed to whisper out, daring to voice her thoughts. The pleasure flooded through her, making her 'believe' she was getting warmer, turned on. Fire danced down her nerves, burning them, leaving her feeling raw, and yet craving more. It all pooled in her stomach, lucid. If this was just the beginning, either she was extraordinarily sensitive, or Greed was JUST that good.

Part of her recoiled against such base and primal feelings, but it was shoved aside. She was enjoying this, the attention. Perhaps, she thought, she should of returned the favor. She murmured something incoherent before nipping at his lip and moving downward, tongue slightly rougher dancing down his neck before nipping at the collarbone. The sharper canine scratched at the stretched skin. She didn't really know what to do, but she could try.

Another deep growl rumbled through his body when her teeth made contact with his skin. It was strong enough to make the empty sake bottles rattle in place on the table. He was certainly enjoying his playtime with this kitten. She seemed to be holding a bit of herself back, still, but he was certain he could coax it out of her.

He began a series of soft strokes down her back and tail, while he tried removing her garments with his other hand and teeth. Little by little, he began to divest her of her clothing.

"Little help, darlin'?"

She smiled uneasily, lifting herself away and reached for the zipper of her shirt, slowly pulling it down. Her nerves shot and frayed, she removed her shirt. Around other women, she couldn't care less if she walked around nude, but this was different. She was... nervous? Embarrassed? Feeling Disgusted? She didn't know, but she didn't let it stop her as she let the shirt slip away, quickly followed by her bra. Her hands paused as they reached her pants, she wasn't sure if she wanted to go that far anymore. Would that make her a easy woman? She tried not to think, she was the one to invite it. Besides, it's not like anyone else would of cared. Hands made quick work of her cotton pants and left her with only her undergarments. Those she would leave on, incase she lost her nerve.

Greed's jaw dropped for a moment as he stared at her, slack-jawed. His eyes hungrily traced her form, which was framed by the moonlight coming in from the roof. He stood on his knees and walked on them to reach her, his hands moving to the sides of her waist.

"Damn..." he said, taking her in up close and looking up to her face, "I mean, DAMN. Zaheela...you're fucking BEAUTIFUL! Gorgeous! A damned work of fine art. If I believed in god, I'd call you a divine gift."

He rose slowly, kissing his way up her belly and between her breasts, then cupped her face in his hands to claim her lips again. They both stood locked in time for a moment, standing in the center of the room.

“It only looks that way because It's what I tempted you with.” She tried to counter with, eyes slightly narrow due to the dimmer light. She let him kiss his way up, breath calm and eyes closed as he claimed her lips. She never had been praised in such ways before, and she was uncomfortable with it slightly. The height difference was a little obvious, but she tried to cover some of the slack. Her tail hang limply and she leaned against him, feeling something press into her stomach. She shivered, a soft purr escaping her throat.

She was definitely enthralled now.

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