"It's over now, Dorchette… get over it." those words she had spoken a week ago stinged all the same.
Even when she was looking perfectly calm, with those green eyes staring at nothing, he could tell she was screaming on the inside. He had memorized all her moods, from pensive to sorrow.
She loved Greed, that was a given, and if he wasn't part dog he would have never been able to tell… maybe it would have been better that way.
Perhaps Greed really could help her more then he could… comforting couldn't possibly be enough. Not that she needed it, when he tried she pretended to be stronger.
No, she needed something more, something much more. Something he was too timid to provide…
Martel was going upstairs now, he heard her thick boots on the stairs, the old floorboards creaked with each step.
Greed had just gotten back from doing some "Business" across town. Three days worth of business in fact, and three days without sex was like blasphemy in his mind.
"What do you need, sir?"
She was talking to him…. And her tone of voice made him cringe.
"Heh, I've missed you…"
"Me to, let me show you how much…"
He was aware this was practically stalking, he found himself standing outside his boss's bedroom door like a puppy waiting for its meal before he'd even realized he'd gone upstairs. Dorchette resisted the urge to claw at it. To hold her in his arms and just tell her.
A laugh, moans… rustles of clothing…
Was it jealousy he felt? Jealousy of Greed for having her? Jealousy of Martel for being able to feel that, even temporary, satisfaction with life?
They uttered each others names, it was done now, and she was probably putting her clothes back on before she could even catch her own breath.
And then, he realized, it could've been him…