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When; November 2, Evening
Rating; PG13-R, because Adiane may or may not get violent with him.
Characters; Greed

so_very_greedy and Adiane

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Summary; Greed finally gets Adiane to agree to a date, but what does the night hold for these two opposites?
Log;
Greed was just busying himself with the final preparations for his date when he heard the famiilar clack of heels on the steps of the temple steps. A sound he had heard many time, from many different women, but each unique and special in it's own melodious way. He covered the food he had ordered and pulled the good wine from the refrigerator, then set it all on a cart and placed it aside in the kitchen.

"She's here~," he chirped happily, almost giddy with anticipation. There was always a certain satisfaction in reaching a sought after goal, and Greed had "sought" a date with Adiane for a long time, now.

He darted to the main room, sliding the last 13 feet across the hardwood floor. He pushed open the massive, cathedral-like entrance door and bowed deeply to the woman he knew was on the other side.

"Nice of you to come, pretty Miss Adiane. Welcome."

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"Goddamn it!" he yelled, pushing her tail aside and back her up to the nearest wall, putting his fist through a spot beside her head.

"Now you listen here, lady. I am NOT a "disgusting pig" and am not going to be called one by YOU. If I were a "disgusting pig", you'd be in a much worse spot. I could do anything I wanted to you and you wouldn't be able to do a damned thing to stop me."

He pulled his arm free and retreated back several feet, crossing his arms.

"The problem is with YOU, not ME, chick. YOUR issues are the problem here, not mine. Got it?"

For a second, real fear crossed her features and she almost cowered, the blood rushing quickly through her cold, dead heart and pounding in her ears. She blinked up at him, jaw slightly agape and working, trying to forumlate a response to his outburst.

What he was saying was the truth.

She would not be able to speak until she regained even the tiniest shred of composure back, so she took a moment simply to breathe. To push aside her fear, swallow her pride.

When she spoke, it was pitiful, and she just as soon kill herself after the words left her mouth, "You're right."

Greed was actually taken aback by her reaction. He was practically tensed, ready to hold up a defensive posture if she attacked. Was that the scent of actual fear?

"Look..." he started, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, "I...uh...What I mean is..."

He clapped his hands loudly against his face and released a sigh.

"Look, I'm sorry I lost my temper like that."

The last little bit of fear melting away at his apology, Adiane straightened and regarded him seriously, without the usual air of arrogance she carried.

"This is my fault," she explained calmly, looking him square in the eyes. "I don't like, let alone trust, men in general. I've had to suffer a lot of ridicule and embarrassment in my lifetime thanks to my gender. There are only three men I have ever trusted with all of my heart and soul. Two of those men are here."

She blinked slowly.

"And one of those men, I need more than you right now."

With another deep sigh, he went to fetch her shoes.

"Then I guess you'd better go see him," he said, holding them out for her, "There you go."

Adiane, suddenly feeling very drained after that little fiasco, did not argue as she got into her heels. Begrudgingly, she approached him, wrapping her towel loosely around his neck.

"Thanks for the talk, anyway," she muttered, none to happy for having to thank Greed for anything, but he did help her.

"Right," he said, walking her out of the bath area and to the front door.

"You'll ajust," he said, don't let it get you down."