Seven Deadly Sins
- Avaritia (Greed) -
For Aly, even though "write me something and maybe I'll be motivated to skip reports and do more Jibbs" could be construed as bribery!
Greed is the selfish desire for or pursuit of money, wealth, power, food, or other possessions, especially when this denies the same goods to others. It is generally considered a vice, and is one of the seven deadly sins in Catholicism.
Greed denotes desire to acquire wealth or possessions beyond the needs of the individual, especially when this accumulation of possession denies others legitimate needs or access to those or other resources. Simple want is not considered greed. Greed is the extreme form of this desire, especially where one desires things simply for the sake of owning them.
I am greedy, no matter how much of her I have, I want more, I need more. I had finally broken down her defenses and she was yet again sharing my bed, she was yet again mine, but somehow it wasn't quite enough. Somehow, I needed to have more, and I was going to enjoy finding out how I could have more.
It had taken a while to realize that she was mine and that no one was ever allowed to touch her again. At first there were just pangs of jealousy whenever anyone looked inappropriately at her, but after a while the jealously turned into rage, and there was nothing I could do to stop myself from marching to her side and hauling her away from which ever man she had been talking to.
"Jethro...What the hell are you doing?" She hissed, her anger invading my thoughts as she struggled against the death grip I had on her arm. I was so angry, I couldn't speak, she wrenched her arm out of my grasp and glared at me.
"That was the Secretary of Defense, Jethro."
"He was...touching you." I choked out the words, devastated that I was being so pathetic. She stifled a laugh and pushed me against the wall. Her mouth hovered over mine.
"No one touches me like you." She whispered against my mouth. I reaffirmed my grip on her arms and pulled her close, covering my mouth with hers, the need to possess her filling my veins. Her lips parted under mine and a moan escaped her lips. How could I be blamed for wanting her all the time when she is so reception to me? When her moaning and slight moving of her hips drives me crazy and blinds me with greed? She pulled away and cocked her head at me.
"What bought this on?" She asked, squeezing my hand slightly. I swallowed, not wanting to admit that greed that was currently pulsing around my body, clouding my vision, I had to have more, I couldn't let anyone else have her.
"You're mine." I managed to choke out, resisting the urge to slap myself on the head for that ridiculous remark.
"That I am Jethro." She replied, "But that is no reason to haul me away from a very important person in the middle of a conversation."
"Can we go home Jen?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.
"Jethro," She shook her head and laughed, patting my cheek in a highly patronizing way, "You are so greedy. I am yours all evening, and now you want me all day too? You've got to learn to share." She grinned, kissed me and twirled out of my grasp, back to being the social butterfly that she is so suited being.
When I was finally allowed to drag her away, I bundled her into the car, drove as fast as I dared and hauled her inside my house, briefly wondering if I should wait until the bedroom or just take her in the hallway. She pulled out of my grasp as I kicked the front door shut and danced away from me, up the stairs. There goes the hallway plan, I thought as I all but ran up after her.
"Christ Jethro," She laughed as I burst through the bedroom door, "patience is one of the virtues."
"Hell Jen, I have alway preferred the vices." I replied, tugging her shirt out of her waistband, loving the way her eyes closed for a second as my fingers grazed her ribs.
"Me too." She replied, her small hand reaching into my pants, "What's your favorite?" She asked, her mouth millimeters from my ear.
"I'm a fan of all 7, but right now I would have to say greed."
"Good choice," She replied, pulling me down onto the bed with her, "Give me more, Jethro."
Avaritia is greed in Latin, hence Avarice.