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?"
Velma had been keeping an eye out for that briefness, as it were, finding a certain twist of joy in still being able to surprise someone as old as him. A devious sort of streak in her that he had nurtured and brought just a shave closer to the surface.
His need reflected back to him in the curve of her hips and quickening of her breath. The desire curled in her eyes, behind a sort of curiosity and sharpness that took over when she was observing the details of a situation, often times memorizing them with a practiced ease.
The intentionally languid pace simply gave her more time to watch and wait, no doubt his end goal. Not that she would complain, her gaze marauding over the now familiar form, lean with muscle and long with height. He towered over her, projecting a strength and cockiness that she knew was justified in most areas.
One arm holding the front of her dress in place, the other reached back and up to carefully tug off his sunglasses. His eyes, often predatory in nature, fascinated her with their intensity, and burned her with heat when she became the focus of those eyes. From the inside out the heat continued to build.
"No occasion," she finally breathed, voice low and riddled with the sultry edge of seduction. Her back arched as he tugged the zipper skyward, the tip of his nail tickling a trail along the line of her spine the entire way.
Wanting nothing more than to lean back against him, Velma fought the urge and remained relatively still. As difficult as it was to keep from giving into his touch, the results of the slow burn teases increased the intensity of the pleasure during their time together, and at the end. Each and every one of them.
Absently, she tilted her head ever so slightly to allow him better access, encouraging him wordlessly as they had a polite discussion over the veritable powder keg of lust forming between them. "You bought yourself a gift," she explained, letting him know she used his card to purchase such an outfit. "I thought it'd be your style."
His question brought a little smile to her lips that danced through her eyes. Going somewhere. Velma had a feeling that they wouldn't have made it out of the apartment even if she had set up plans. "Do you want to go somewhere?"
The sunglasses came from his face with ease. As simple as pulling a glove from the smooth fingers of a well-polished lady. But he was neither; rough around the edges, sharp with all his points. Those eyes of his were half-hooded when she stole the pair from him, but Greed didn't protest. Instead, he flicked his gaze to the reflecting objects around them: the window just out of view, the obscured sliver of a bathroom mirror. In the dark, those purple eyes of his practically hummed with a glow. As they stole light and swallowed it whole.
"Did I now," Greed stopped mid-way up her back with the zipper. Touching his knuckle to her spine as a tense shrill sounded in the air. Behind her, the hand at her side licked black and the Sin urged his 'Shield up with an elongated-pause. Let it slither as it traced jagged lines across his skin. "-didn't realize. Must have slipped my mind."
Talons slipped down. Trailing to where the dress ended and the back of her thigh began. He pressed them against the flesh, slowly dragging them up to mark small lines across her skin. Not enough to scratch, but to tease. To remind her just what sort of monsters were really lurking in the dark.
"Not really." The dress hitched up a bit. Climbing as he explored with those chilled-carbon claws. Tapping to map out her thigh blindly; he was too busy watching her. Chasing each reflection as she moved. When her breathed hitched just a bit and her pulse ran hard enough for him to catch.
Greed rolled his foot up against her own. Shoving the heel of his boot down to slowly pivot the rest to follow. This close, he could feel it - every little twitch of movement that beckoned him to follow. And follow he did. Tilting his head in as her necked swayed away and his breath was warm against her skin. Perhaps a little too warm.
A telling sign of his own making.
"Not unless you've got other plans. Wouldn't want to keep a gal from getting what she wants, after all." The Sin coiled his claws inward, prodding just at the base of her thigh with the edge of a joint. "Though that wouldn't exactly be very nice of you would it?"
Her own, plainer by comparison, hazel eyes watched his as she deftly folded the glasses with one hand, setting them on the nearby surface of a bookshelf. Without realizing it, the tip of her tongue slipped out to wet her lips even as she held hard against the urge to close the distance between them. To catch his lips with hers in earnest.
"Mhmm," she agreed, body shuddering against the first, simple contact of skin against skin. The first of many, she anticipated with the ghost of a self-satisfied smirk.
The sight of his talons moving southward, caused a shiver of anticipation. A gasp followed, blooming into a soft moan barely escaping her parted lips, her eyes fluttering closed so she can focus on what he was doing to her. Unless he wanted her to watch him. A gentle reminder would suffice if that were the case.
Her ass followed the upward motion of his claws, tilting up as if to escape to tortuously delicious chills. The hitching fabric reveals bare skin and naught else, another foresight of Velma's as she had changed. Further exploration would reveal just how excited she felt, not that he couldn't already observe that.
The more he teased, the more she squirmed beneath him, a hand reaching out to blindly grasp for some sort of hand hold to support her in case her legs gave out as they were threatening. Her breath sometimes came in irregular pulls that she tried to hold even, but he knew all her buttons, even if he was only blindly pushing them at the moment.
A soft variety of pleasurable noises continued to escape her despite her best efforts, urging him closer. Urging him further. The heat of his breath against the sensitive nook of her neck almost shattered all sense of reasonable restraint, but practice had stiffened her ability to tolerate more of his torments. Velma had always been an excellent student, after all.
She swallowed at his words and the breath that followed, familiar and rough from the recent smoke, an acquired taste that she had strangely grown to crave. Even if she did dislike his penchant for the habit.
The prod of his finger caused her knees to weaken as she cried out with a gasp. There's no pain in her voice, simply surprise that shifted to join the tangible accumulation of desire within the room. He was a monster, and she couldn't help but adore him for it.
Words. He wanted her to form words into sentences after one hand of his went on leisure tour of her thigh? Cruel indeed. Instead, she gave in and pressed herself back against him in a solid movement, groaning through gritted teeth. "Since when do you play nice, my Avarice?"
Greed smiled against the back of her neck. He kept his nose pressed to her skin, even as the rest of his body melted with her back. The gentle prod of a hip-bone knocking to the curve of her spine and the Sin feathered the smooth-side of his nails against her ass. Fanning the collection as he examined with a quick-flick glance.
"Ha -! I never do - fair, sure. But nice? I'm just not that kind of guy. I'm selfish, remember?" He slid a talon between her thighs, hooking it at the band of her underwear playfully. "You should know me a bit better than that."
She knew. And the pet name was just a cute little insult proving their history. Nothing he took offense at; it was hard to do so anyway.
She squirmed and he chased her. Rocking to the left when she tried to find her balance; shifting to the right when he prodded her in the direction. Greed opened his jaws, humming against her skin. Pricking the edges of his teeth as he rolled his hips against her backside before he stilled there.
"But this - seems I owe you, don't I?" The Sin moved his head to whisper against the shell of her ear. As his other hand, the one not preoccupied with the cotton-lining of her underwear, smoothed down the front of her thigh. Rutting fabric, making it wave and fish-tail between his fingers. "After all, I've always counted myself as fair."
There was a snap. As the toyed-band gave way to the acute hook of his talon. Cotton splintered and the threads twisted; frayed as he pulled the would-be weapon through. "You're just full of surprises though." The lines on his chest were hot to the touch; his own rotten core telling him where to go, what to do.
And what to rightfully take.
But while he was forceful in other aspects, Greed was gentle here. While he let his claws skip across the trail of her skin, mapping out the direction to where the fabric clung to the other side of her hip. It didn't last; sliced just as quick and he caught the edge between the points of his nails.
"Why don't you tell me everything you want." He was moving away. As both knees knocked out in opposite directions to make him fall against her back. His mouth whispered at her spine, trailing as he spoke. Down, down, down - until he had the offending shreds of a garment in his teeth. Pulling it free with a chase nip at the back of her thigh.
It was discarded a moment later. Falling away when he clicked his fingers together and a hand wrapped around her hip. Anchoring him to her, lifting him back to the comfort of her curves. But not before he gave a little snap at her rear - a vicious sort of gesture, but it was only that - a gesture to keep her guessing. To question where he would be next as the fabric of her dress was released, letting it fall back to a wafting-rest.
As selfish as he proclaimed he was, Greed had an interesting way of including her pleasure in his list of selfish desires, a decidedly important point of their relationship. Without the addicting, and seemingly never ending, gratification, it's unlikely that Velma would have stayed so long and endured some of his more callous personality traits.
Still, she nodded, her answer encompassing several of his questions as she leaned her head to rest back against his chest, to let his body guide hers in a way. It also kept her standing as he threatened the skin of her neck with his unruly dentition, a low groan escaping her at both that and the growing heat pressing behind her.
Closing her eyes, Velma lost herself in the motion of his hands and the paths created by his talons, humming softly between squirming sighs of approval. Shivers from the various ministrations continued to roll through her. Some were minor, while others near jerked her eyes open with a gasp.
Full of surprises. Maybe, or just a quick study able to predict how something like this outfit would affect him, her avarice. It's the same surprise that oft led her to not wearing her best undergarments around him since they tended to end up on the floor in shredded pieces more often than not.
Her hips twisted with the teasing path of his nails as they went about destroying this pair. It's not particularly knee-buckling if only because she expected it and had braced herself accordingly. However, his movement southward robbed her of her veritable wall to lean against, and she nearly toppled in his hands with the playful nip to her rear curves.
The request might have sent some weakness to her knees as well. Even though it's something she expected him to ask, Velma never became accustomed to verbally expressing exactly which dirty deeds she desired him to perform on her. Usually it boiled down to whichever would make her come the most and the hardest, but with him that didn't exactly narrow down the list much.
His rougher snap brought he to heel, so to speak, and she yelped softly in surprise, shivers raising gooseflesh over the larger than normal expanse of bare skin.
"I want to feel it tomorrow." She admitted ruefully, eyes closed and blush rolling between the freckles that dotted her fair skin. "For each step to be a reminder of how you hit that sweet spot so masterfully..." Velma swallowed, shaking slightly at the thought. "And so... Frequently."
Mimicking his style of speech had been an interesting trick she had picked up during their time together, as it tended to have quite the positive effect on events.
Greed's lips were close to her ear. As he listened to every word she spoke and his claws fanned out; making a shrill noise behind her neck as he spun a strand of hair out of the way. The way she moved, the way she spoke: it was all to bait him and his rather insatiable tendencies. To have his eyes focus and that core of his rung back. Like a radar sound pitching back when she strummed out the last vibration.
She was just as needy as he was, after all.
The smile on his face was wide. Full of teeth, full of sharp points that glinted back in the glass when he turned. Greed touched his nose to the side of Velma's jaw and his too-black claws framed the other side of her head. "Hard to say no to something like that," he spoke, his usual baritone a purred-out hiss. A gasket left open, leaving a noxious poison in its wake. The two of them couldn't have been more different from the start, but somehow he had exposed her. Exchanging his need, his greed to her again and again. A little more each time.
Not that he was complaining.
He spun around her, mimicking the elongated crawl of a viper. Heels clacking as he swiped and winded her side. Greed placed the tip of a nail against the under part of her chin, keeping it posed there like an anchor to his movements. One false move could mean disaster, but he was far too careful for that. Jerking with a tightening of his torso, a dip of his shoulder. Until he was trading places, spinning around to meet her face to face.
"Stay still, hmn? Don't want to end up hurting you accidentally." Greed pulled his claws away before running his palms across the tops of his thighs. He dropped then. Falling onto the balls of his feet so that his knees extended across the outside-edges of her calves. A nose was pressed into the side of her leg and Greed slowly nipped up. Climbing with the chase promise of his teeth and his hands followed. Pushing ahead to pull her dress aside.
Velma's hip was easy to swallow in his mouth. Snapped at and Greed gently held the bone between his teeth. As one hand disappeared under the black caress of her dress. He dropped the 'Shield once he was close enough, coiling a finger or two to rough-smooth knuckles. A prod had him where he wanted to be and he started slow; moving counterclockwise against her sex.
He knew how to play the anticipation game, that's for certain, and though his style leaned further into theatrics than she generally enjoyed, she could tolerate a bit of odd flair here and there. Her eyes watched him as he moved, eyebrows raising in bemusement at times and settling into an intense stare at others.
It's easy to let her attention slip down to his hips, to chew lazily at her bottom lip while her imagination and previous experiences flooded her mind. When his nail touched beneath her chin she froze, falling dead still, gaze snapping up to meet his so she can judge his mood. Not that he'd ever hurt her, but the danger it insinuated always brought her to a heightened sense of awareness. Every touch and movement amplified from adrenaline.
She could feel the throb of her heat between her legs even before he told her to stay still, a suggestion she never took lightly. Her one hand moved to brace herself against something solid and near, while the other smoothed through his hair in a gesture of affection. At least, that was the plan.
His nips cause her fingers to tighten in his locks, a low hiss forcing it's way out past her lips sharply, followed by a slow, shuddering inhale to keep herself from moving. It's a task that's easier said than done, especially when she tended to rock her hips against whatever gave her pleasure below the belt. But he's done this to her before, made her wait and endure his slow teases while some part of her balanced on the thin blade between pleasure and too much pain.
The reaction comes as a low, barely audible groan, legs shaking imperceptibly as she tried not to twitch or shift her weight. Standing like this was a difficult position in which to remain still under normal circumstances, but even more so when someone's teasing over a very receptive patch of lady business. "Mn," came the soft whine as her hand's grip tightened ever so slightly, "I don't think I can stay entirely still for much longer."
And patience in this arena wasn't exactly one of Velma's virtues.
With her grip firmly planted in his hair, Greed chased a sharp smile across her skin. He moved his fingers back and forth, exchanging an index for a middle as he played between her legs. "Then don't," was what he whispered. As his wrist hiked away the rest of her dress, making it pool and drape across the length of his forearm.
He pressed his forehead in first as a bit of a warning. Caressing down her stomach while the tips of his fingered continued their motion. Pad to knuckle and back again. Greed snapped his jaw and the slight pain at the spikes of his hair only fueled him. Her want, her need. It was better this way; without having to speak or order. Just silent tugs to tell him what was wanted and what specially wasn't.
He hitched a finger inside of her. One knuckle in, just slightly. He didn't need to rush things; not with her. Not with anyone else. Greed had time and plenty of it - enough that two-hundred years hadn't even dwindled that constant throb deep below in his own pit. Time was a commodity he had in spades and as he tested her with a deeper prod, his lips replaced the absence at her clit.
"Show me everything you want," Greed hummed and his knees hit the floor. She had done him a favor and he always counted himself a fair sort. Crooked maybe, but honest. "-whatever you need, lovely." His tongue came first; tracing from the base of her then up and up and up. Until lips found her sex and Greed brought them inward. A means of cushioning the sharps of his teeth while he sucked and rolled. Picking up the rhythm his fingers had been plucking at just a moment ago.
All the while, he pressed a little more into her. A little deeper. Finding the same pace and matching it.
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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?"
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His need reflected back to him in the curve of her hips and quickening of her breath. The desire curled in her eyes, behind a sort of curiosity and sharpness that took over when she was observing the details of a situation, often times memorizing them with a practiced ease.
The intentionally languid pace simply gave her more time to watch and wait, no doubt his end goal. Not that she would complain, her gaze marauding over the now familiar form, lean with muscle and long with height. He towered over her, projecting a strength and cockiness that she knew was justified in most areas.
One arm holding the front of her dress in place, the other reached back and up to carefully tug off his sunglasses. His eyes, often predatory in nature, fascinated her with their intensity, and burned her with heat when she became the focus of those eyes. From the inside out the heat continued to build.
"No occasion," she finally breathed, voice low and riddled with the sultry edge of seduction. Her back arched as he tugged the zipper skyward, the tip of his nail tickling a trail along the line of her spine the entire way.
Wanting nothing more than to lean back against him, Velma fought the urge and remained relatively still. As difficult as it was to keep from giving into his touch, the results of the slow burn teases increased the intensity of the pleasure during their time together, and at the end. Each and every one of them.
Absently, she tilted her head ever so slightly to allow him better access, encouraging him wordlessly as they had a polite discussion over the veritable powder keg of lust forming between them. "You bought yourself a gift," she explained, letting him know she used his card to purchase such an outfit. "I thought it'd be your style."
His question brought a little smile to her lips that danced through her eyes. Going somewhere. Velma had a feeling that they wouldn't have made it out of the apartment even if she had set up plans. "Do you want to go somewhere?"
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"Did I now," Greed stopped mid-way up her back with the zipper. Touching his knuckle to her spine as a tense shrill sounded in the air. Behind her, the hand at her side licked black and the Sin urged his 'Shield up with an elongated-pause. Let it slither as it traced jagged lines across his skin. "-didn't realize. Must have slipped my mind."
Talons slipped down. Trailing to where the dress ended and the back of her thigh began. He pressed them against the flesh, slowly dragging them up to mark small lines across her skin. Not enough to scratch, but to tease. To remind her just what sort of monsters were really lurking in the dark.
"Not really." The dress hitched up a bit. Climbing as he explored with those chilled-carbon claws. Tapping to map out her thigh blindly; he was too busy watching her. Chasing each reflection as she moved. When her breathed hitched just a bit and her pulse ran hard enough for him to catch.
Greed rolled his foot up against her own. Shoving the heel of his boot down to slowly pivot the rest to follow. This close, he could feel it - every little twitch of movement that beckoned him to follow. And follow he did. Tilting his head in as her necked swayed away and his breath was warm against her skin. Perhaps a little too warm.
A telling sign of his own making.
"Not unless you've got other plans. Wouldn't want to keep a gal from getting what she wants, after all." The Sin coiled his claws inward, prodding just at the base of her thigh with the edge of a joint. "Though that wouldn't exactly be very nice of you would it?"
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"Mhmm," she agreed, body shuddering against the first, simple contact of skin against skin. The first of many, she anticipated with the ghost of a self-satisfied smirk.
The sight of his talons moving southward, caused a shiver of anticipation. A gasp followed, blooming into a soft moan barely escaping her parted lips, her eyes fluttering closed so she can focus on what he was doing to her. Unless he wanted her to watch him. A gentle reminder would suffice if that were the case.
Her ass followed the upward motion of his claws, tilting up as if to escape to tortuously delicious chills. The hitching fabric reveals bare skin and naught else, another foresight of Velma's as she had changed. Further exploration would reveal just how excited she felt, not that he couldn't already observe that.
The more he teased, the more she squirmed beneath him, a hand reaching out to blindly grasp for some sort of hand hold to support her in case her legs gave out as they were threatening. Her breath sometimes came in irregular pulls that she tried to hold even, but he knew all her buttons, even if he was only blindly pushing them at the moment.
A soft variety of pleasurable noises continued to escape her despite her best efforts, urging him closer. Urging him further. The heat of his breath against the sensitive nook of her neck almost shattered all sense of reasonable restraint, but practice had stiffened her ability to tolerate more of his torments. Velma had always been an excellent student, after all.
She swallowed at his words and the breath that followed, familiar and rough from the recent smoke, an acquired taste that she had strangely grown to crave. Even if she did dislike his penchant for the habit.
The prod of his finger caused her knees to weaken as she cried out with a gasp. There's no pain in her voice, simply surprise that shifted to join the tangible accumulation of desire within the room. He was a monster, and she couldn't help but adore him for it.
Words. He wanted her to form words into sentences after one hand of his went on leisure tour of her thigh? Cruel indeed. Instead, she gave in and pressed herself back against him in a solid movement, groaning through gritted teeth. "Since when do you play nice, my Avarice?"
Not exactly a direct answer, but close enough.
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"Ha -! I never do - fair, sure. But nice? I'm just not that kind of guy. I'm selfish, remember?" He slid a talon between her thighs, hooking it at the band of her underwear playfully. "You should know me a bit better than that."
She knew. And the pet name was just a cute little insult proving their history. Nothing he took offense at; it was hard to do so anyway.
She squirmed and he chased her. Rocking to the left when she tried to find her balance; shifting to the right when he prodded her in the direction. Greed opened his jaws, humming against her skin. Pricking the edges of his teeth as he rolled his hips against her backside before he stilled there.
"But this - seems I owe you, don't I?" The Sin moved his head to whisper against the shell of her ear. As his other hand, the one not preoccupied with the cotton-lining of her underwear, smoothed down the front of her thigh. Rutting fabric, making it wave and fish-tail between his fingers. "After all, I've always counted myself as fair."
There was a snap. As the toyed-band gave way to the acute hook of his talon. Cotton splintered and the threads twisted; frayed as he pulled the would-be weapon through. "You're just full of surprises though." The lines on his chest were hot to the touch; his own rotten core telling him where to go, what to do.
And what to rightfully take.
But while he was forceful in other aspects, Greed was gentle here. While he let his claws skip across the trail of her skin, mapping out the direction to where the fabric clung to the other side of her hip. It didn't last; sliced just as quick and he caught the edge between the points of his nails.
"Why don't you tell me everything you want." He was moving away. As both knees knocked out in opposite directions to make him fall against her back. His mouth whispered at her spine, trailing as he spoke. Down, down, down - until he had the offending shreds of a garment in his teeth. Pulling it free with a chase nip at the back of her thigh.
It was discarded a moment later. Falling away when he clicked his fingers together and a hand wrapped around her hip. Anchoring him to her, lifting him back to the comfort of her curves. But not before he gave a little snap at her rear - a vicious sort of gesture, but it was only that - a gesture to keep her guessing. To question where he would be next as the fabric of her dress was released, letting it fall back to a wafting-rest.
"And I'll be sure to return the favor."
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Still, she nodded, her answer encompassing several of his questions as she leaned her head to rest back against his chest, to let his body guide hers in a way. It also kept her standing as he threatened the skin of her neck with his unruly dentition, a low groan escaping her at both that and the growing heat pressing behind her.
Closing her eyes, Velma lost herself in the motion of his hands and the paths created by his talons, humming softly between squirming sighs of approval. Shivers from the various ministrations continued to roll through her. Some were minor, while others near jerked her eyes open with a gasp.
Full of surprises. Maybe, or just a quick study able to predict how something like this outfit would affect him, her avarice. It's the same surprise that oft led her to not wearing her best undergarments around him since they tended to end up on the floor in shredded pieces more often than not.
Her hips twisted with the teasing path of his nails as they went about destroying this pair. It's not particularly knee-buckling if only because she expected it and had braced herself accordingly. However, his movement southward robbed her of her veritable wall to lean against, and she nearly toppled in his hands with the playful nip to her rear curves.
The request might have sent some weakness to her knees as well. Even though it's something she expected him to ask, Velma never became accustomed to verbally expressing exactly which dirty deeds she desired him to perform on her. Usually it boiled down to whichever would make her come the most and the hardest, but with him that didn't exactly narrow down the list much.
His rougher snap brought he to heel, so to speak, and she yelped softly in surprise, shivers raising gooseflesh over the larger than normal expanse of bare skin.
"I want to feel it tomorrow." She admitted ruefully, eyes closed and blush rolling between the freckles that dotted her fair skin. "For each step to be a reminder of how you hit that sweet spot so masterfully..." Velma swallowed, shaking slightly at the thought. "And so... Frequently."
Mimicking his style of speech had been an interesting trick she had picked up during their time together, as it tended to have quite the positive effect on events.
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She was just as needy as he was, after all.
The smile on his face was wide. Full of teeth, full of sharp points that glinted back in the glass when he turned. Greed touched his nose to the side of Velma's jaw and his too-black claws framed the other side of her head. "Hard to say no to something like that," he spoke, his usual baritone a purred-out hiss. A gasket left open, leaving a noxious poison in its wake. The two of them couldn't have been more different from the start, but somehow he had exposed her. Exchanging his need, his greed to her again and again. A little more each time.
Not that he was complaining.
He spun around her, mimicking the elongated crawl of a viper. Heels clacking as he swiped and winded her side. Greed placed the tip of a nail against the under part of her chin, keeping it posed there like an anchor to his movements. One false move could mean disaster, but he was far too careful for that. Jerking with a tightening of his torso, a dip of his shoulder. Until he was trading places, spinning around to meet her face to face.
"Stay still, hmn? Don't want to end up hurting you accidentally." Greed pulled his claws away before running his palms across the tops of his thighs. He dropped then. Falling onto the balls of his feet so that his knees extended across the outside-edges of her calves. A nose was pressed into the side of her leg and Greed slowly nipped up. Climbing with the chase promise of his teeth and his hands followed. Pushing ahead to pull her dress aside.
Velma's hip was easy to swallow in his mouth. Snapped at and Greed gently held the bone between his teeth. As one hand disappeared under the black caress of her dress. He dropped the 'Shield once he was close enough, coiling a finger or two to rough-smooth knuckles. A prod had him where he wanted to be and he started slow; moving counterclockwise against her sex.
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It's easy to let her attention slip down to his hips, to chew lazily at her bottom lip while her imagination and previous experiences flooded her mind. When his nail touched beneath her chin she froze, falling dead still, gaze snapping up to meet his so she can judge his mood. Not that he'd ever hurt her, but the danger it insinuated always brought her to a heightened sense of awareness. Every touch and movement amplified from adrenaline.
She could feel the throb of her heat between her legs even before he told her to stay still, a suggestion she never took lightly. Her one hand moved to brace herself against something solid and near, while the other smoothed through his hair in a gesture of affection. At least, that was the plan.
His nips cause her fingers to tighten in his locks, a low hiss forcing it's way out past her lips sharply, followed by a slow, shuddering inhale to keep herself from moving. It's a task that's easier said than done, especially when she tended to rock her hips against whatever gave her pleasure below the belt. But he's done this to her before, made her wait and endure his slow teases while some part of her balanced on the thin blade between pleasure and too much pain.
The reaction comes as a low, barely audible groan, legs shaking imperceptibly as she tried not to twitch or shift her weight. Standing like this was a difficult position in which to remain still under normal circumstances, but even more so when someone's teasing over a very receptive patch of lady business. "Mn," came the soft whine as her hand's grip tightened ever so slightly, "I don't think I can stay entirely still for much longer."
And patience in this arena wasn't exactly one of Velma's virtues.
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He pressed his forehead in first as a bit of a warning. Caressing down her stomach while the tips of his fingered continued their motion. Pad to knuckle and back again. Greed snapped his jaw and the slight pain at the spikes of his hair only fueled him. Her want, her need. It was better this way; without having to speak or order. Just silent tugs to tell him what was wanted and what specially wasn't.
He hitched a finger inside of her. One knuckle in, just slightly. He didn't need to rush things; not with her. Not with anyone else. Greed had time and plenty of it - enough that two-hundred years hadn't even dwindled that constant throb deep below in his own pit. Time was a commodity he had in spades and as he tested her with a deeper prod, his lips replaced the absence at her clit.
"Show me everything you want," Greed hummed and his knees hit the floor. She had done him a favor and he always counted himself a fair sort. Crooked maybe, but honest. "-whatever you need, lovely." His tongue came first; tracing from the base of her then up and up and up. Until lips found her sex and Greed brought them inward. A means of cushioning the sharps of his teeth while he sucked and rolled. Picking up the rhythm his fingers had been plucking at just a moment ago.
All the while, he pressed a little more into her. A little deeper. Finding the same pace and matching it.