He hadn't really asked as much as he had coaxed. With the coil of a finger and a smile: "Why don't you give it a try." Velma had become sort of a staple-visitor. Dropping in when he least expected and she appeared more often. When the initial ice-breaker was over and after a while, Greed considered her a regular. Always a bit awkward, but even that had faded a bit over time.
Women weren't in low-demand and he had plenty to call. But those who stuck around where always his favorite and while Greed was known for his less-than-favorable bed-side manners, there were a few rules. His hand had never been raised to a women and never would be, for starters. And secondly, he always did remember a face, even if the name wasn't entirely clear.
Velma, though - she was different. Like those he had taken under his wing; familiar, a friendly face. When she had asked for him, he came. Without questions or much conversation. Just there suddenly, making himself quite at home.
So when the door opened, Greed was half-saddled into the crook of the adjacent-room frame. Wrist nudged to wood and his hip was checked into a sharp corner. He turned his head over his shoulder when the orange-hum from the bathroom made a sharp edge of light flicker through the dark. For a moment, there was a brief tick of surprise; making his eyebrows raise and his lips fall around a half-burnt cigarette.
But that's all it was: brief.
His jaws spread. Fanning his unsavory dentistry around the butt-end of his smoke as he pried it out of his jaws. It found a home between his thick knuckles, still puffing out gray-blue plumes as he jolted off his perch. To say the sight was a surprise was dull at best. The smoothness of her skin against the inky-black tide of her dress made his eyes flick. Hooded with a need that practically invaded every action he made. The Sin pressed the cigarette against the pad of his finger and ash spat back. Until a quick-flash of red mended the wound and he slipped the extinguished cigarette into his back pocket.
"Oh-?" Greed clacked forward and his body swayed. Sauntered as he took up a purposely-slow stride. The glow from the bathroom touched his sunglasses, making them flicker in the dark. Like a candle on the low-burn and he slipped the tip of his nail into the hook of the zipper. "What's the occasion, lovely?" He asked, as he coiled around her back. Practically pressing up against her and his other hand framed out her side, her hip. Followed her curves without touching; keeping his distance, but still communicating with a silent kind of gesture.
"You usually don't do this sort of thing - it's new for you." Greed pulled the zipper up slowly. Listened as metal clinked together and his nose brushed the nape of her neck. She smelled different than before; soap instead of laboratory chemicals. A perfume instead of the dusty remnants of old library books.
Something had changed. He just wasn't sure if he was to blame or if it was something else entirely. "So what's the occasion? We going somewhere I should know about?"
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Women weren't in low-demand and he had plenty to call. But those who stuck around where always his favorite and while Greed was known for his less-than-favorable bed-side manners, there were a few rules. His hand had never been raised to a women and never would be, for starters. And secondly, he always did remember a face, even if the name wasn't entirely clear.
Velma, though - she was different. Like those he had taken under his wing; familiar, a friendly face. When she had asked for him, he came. Without questions or much conversation. Just there suddenly, making himself quite at home.
So when the door opened, Greed was half-saddled into the crook of the adjacent-room frame. Wrist nudged to wood and his hip was checked into a sharp corner. He turned his head over his shoulder when the orange-hum from the bathroom made a sharp edge of light flicker through the dark. For a moment, there was a brief tick of surprise; making his eyebrows raise and his lips fall around a half-burnt cigarette.
But that's all it was: brief.
His jaws spread. Fanning his unsavory dentistry around the butt-end of his smoke as he pried it out of his jaws. It found a home between his thick knuckles, still puffing out gray-blue plumes as he jolted off his perch. To say the sight was a surprise was dull at best. The smoothness of her skin against the inky-black tide of her dress made his eyes flick. Hooded with a need that practically invaded every action he made. The Sin pressed the cigarette against the pad of his finger and ash spat back. Until a quick-flash of red mended the wound and he slipped the extinguished cigarette into his back pocket.
"Oh-?" Greed clacked forward and his body swayed. Sauntered as he took up a purposely-slow stride. The glow from the bathroom touched his sunglasses, making them flicker in the dark. Like a candle on the low-burn and he slipped the tip of his nail into the hook of the zipper. "What's the occasion, lovely?" He asked, as he coiled around her back. Practically pressing up against her and his other hand framed out her side, her hip. Followed her curves without touching; keeping his distance, but still communicating with a silent kind of gesture.
"You usually don't do this sort of thing - it's new for you." Greed pulled the zipper up slowly. Listened as metal clinked together and his nose brushed the nape of her neck. She smelled different than before; soap instead of laboratory chemicals. A perfume instead of the dusty remnants of old library books.
Something had changed. He just wasn't sure if he was to blame or if it was something else entirely. "So what's the occasion? We going somewhere I should know about?"