Sinfully delicious

“Truthfully, Addie,” Ira stated, “Justice has nothing on me.” He was justice himself—he and War, except that the justice attributed and granted to them were credibly brutal, but equally righteous; rules were given to them, but such rules were permitted for them to break. But, he skips the thought, and made a mental note to call Caz later.

He’d have to agree with the ‘serious’ talk though and grinned as he set the magazine aside. He grabs his mobile phone and slides and taps on the screen for a few moments. “Ah, here.” He flips his phone sideways for her to see, “This is Tuesday.”

Her gaze and mood immediately picked up at looking upon the beautiful car on the phone in front of her. Her mouth hung open and she swore she moaned very loudly. It was a model of car like nothing she'd ever seen before, but something she could imagine they'd both thought about before.

"I.. I need to touch her.."

“Oh, Jesus, I’d go back to being a plague, literally, I think.” He cackled, “And kill all them firstborns once more and shite. It was great back then, but now? Can I just feed off their rage and then bleed them dry?” As soon as he uttered those words, though, his right hand shook. He gripped the armrest, and took a deep breath.

“Why’re you even wondering?” Ira managed to joke. “You manifested before I did. You’ll live on, Addie. People lust over life, it’s a constant craving.” Because it was that simple and it was true.

Addie laughed with him , closing her eyes at remembering exactly what he was talking about. Oh those were the days. Back when everything was pretty damn simple and their jobs were the easiest. "Aye, but that's not proper justice. And I don't think you'd want Luke on your hands. ..Or Abigail. That may be a little girl but that fuckin' gremlin is terrifying."

She shrugged though, thinking about it for a moment as she turned her head to rest her chin on his shoulder to look up at him properly. "Dunno really, just crossed my mind all of a sudden, that's all." But it was true, Lust would probably live on a lot longer than a few of the other sins. She sighed softly and turned to rest her forehead on his shoulder and then turned to look back at the magazine. "I think this deep talk is over. I wanna look at cars."

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A scowl was clearly given and Ira had a half mind to throw the damn magazine at Addie. “Oh. Fuck you.” He could take so much with Dick calling him ‘cupcake’, and he let it slide, because Ira actually likes wolves. But Lust calling him ‘little rage muffin’? Dear God almighty. And he could counter, throw an endearment her way, but even the mere thought of it was making his skin crawl.

He doesn’t protest nor push her away when she settles close, against him. “They are fragile and ambitious and hopeless and they’re a damnable disaster for what’s it worth.” He mused as he flipped another page. “But they sure as hell build the finest arse cars.”

Only a smirk was given in his direction, happy that at least she was able to get him for the teasing comment about her key. Even if it was completely and utterly true. She did always lose a key to a new place, always. It was inevitable that it would be left somewhere where it wasn't supposed to like a one night stands house or a coffee shop, or at the bottom of the trash at a fast food place.. No one would ever be able to tell. And she would always give Ira one of the keys, which of course she forgot to do this time. But she had other things on her mind at the time. ...Probably, she couldn't remember. It was Pierce's mindset.

"Hm yes I agree about all of that. But at least they know how to cook. And what would you think would happen to us if there were suddenly just.. all gone? That'd be slightly terrifying wouldn't.." While Lust was a sin, it wasn't one of the top sins. And it certainly didn't want the end of the world. It needed people to feed off of, to survive on without going into 'limo'. It's what they all needed.

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Now you’re starting to play my way, just how I like it.

You’ve caught me, whatever shall I do about that. Is that what’s underneath my exterior? An intensely undeniable urge for such a creature as yourself, see what else you can do with my skin. [He’s teasing now, playing along for the sake of playing along. But Lust didn’t need to know that. For all tense and purposes, Lust could try with War. The Big Bosses had their opinions, and frankly, no matter what. They could go fuck themselves.]

You could’ve fooled me.

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It's what I do best, Caz. I play along and enjoy the ride as it comes.

Because it's so unbelievably obvious, honestly I'm surprised it's taken you this long to figure it out. I knew it all along, you know that? It was that little glimmer in your eyes. Well I could do a lot of things with you, and there are so many things that I can do to get underneath your skin. It's an everyday job for me. {Lust was known for being a little shit, always so sarcastic and playful. A tease if you would who would really only do what they could for what they wanted while also fucking with people. And this was so much fun for Addie.}

You caught me at a really bad time.

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He groaned in a somewhat exaggerated manner as he reclined and propped up his feet over the coffee table. “I hate Sundays.” Although, it needs to said that Wrath himself was also granted justice, the righteous and villainy kind. But what with hypocrites and the like, he’s more pissed than thrilled… especially Sundays. He covered his face with the magazine and began swearing in colorful languages.

And then, he was snorting in amusement, holding the magazine once more as he rolls his head to the side to look at Addie. “Consider yourself lucky, I’m around.” He pointed out. But it wouldn’t be much of a problem for Addie still, she has a knack for finding better shelter than he does whenever he’s couch surfing. “Or have your super keep an extra key for you just in case.”

It was her turn to groan in response this time, shaking her head as she finished off one of the eggrolls and began to eat another one. Damn this was really good food, she'd have to ask him where exactly he was able to get food this good when they weren't actually in China. "Oh yes, I'm so lucky to have you around to give me a place to crash whenever I lose my bloody fucking key. What on earth would I ever do without my little rage muffin?" Oh she knew the name irritated him, but that's probably why she said it.

She continued to eat in silence after that, finishing the rest of the eggrolls faster than most would ever consider normal and then the rest of the chow mein. What remained was left in the container, the fork resting inside of it and a completely satisfied look on her face. "That was just too amazing." Sliding over, she rested her head against his shoulder and began reading the magazine with him. "Humans are funny things sometimes, aren't they?" A rhetorical muse she wasn't even aware that had slipped out of her mouth.

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“I rather like it heated.” He called out as he flipped another page. He briefly wondered how a thin volume of reading material ended up as a shining beacon to some, then again, to each their own. Looking up from the magazine, he flashed a wide enough smile and set the magazine on his lap. “We both know I never liked Monday, Addie.” Might have been an auto-question for her—Addie was far more civil than Pierce.

“Why’d you lost your key?” He’s not asking because he wants her out sooner, it was rhetorical in a sense. As well as a point of thought and small talk. “Better yet, why’d you keep losing your keys everytime?” Now he was teasing.

She shrugged at him, taking another small bite out of the noodles with a small slurp at the end. "You at least like them a lot better than Sunday, or at least that's the way it's been for as long as I can remember." Ah Sundays, a day that both of them couldn't really have any of their fun. Silly people though, sinning six days out of the week and then trying to banish it on one day of the week. Bloody ridiculous actually.

Blue eyes narrowed over at him as she was now taking a few bites out of the rather large and delicious eggrolls. "I do not always lose my key. ..Just misplace it from time to time. That's all. No big deal. Besides, I always get an extra copy from the landlord about a week later."

Ira stopped ‘tapping’ into Lust’s mind long time ago, and for good reason—granted he’s able to catch her train of thought at the moment, well, it’s just simply… fucking damnation. And he’ll leave it to that.

“Yeah.” He murmured as her touch seemed to burn him for a hot moment. His eyes followed her movements, blurred momentarily when what covered most of her body was divested. Ira raked his fingers through his hair and grazed his teeth over his bottom lip. Yes, this was normalcy. “All in there. You know where the microwave is in case you need to heat up anything.” He pried his eyes away from her and went back to where he was earlier—on the couch, and reading a random magazine.

"You know I like cold chow mein." Chinese food was literally one of the few things that she would have cold, besides ice cream of course. Stepping rather excitedly into the kitchen, she went to the fridge and grabbed out the cliche white box of chow mein as well as the eggrolls. It was only when she realized that she grabbed a fork that Ira was a bit too quiet than usual and she felt confused by it.

"Yo!" She called out in greeting towards him as she came back out in the living room and moved to sit down on the couch next to him. Close enough that she could feel his body heat, but not enough to be in his rather comfortable lap. Opening up the container for the chow mein, she immediately began to dig in and looked over at him reading his magazine. "Have a good day?"

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Like a candy cane.

Oh yes, I have a real thing for those bones of yours. I’m impressed by it, never got the whole vessel swapping though. No matter how pretty the meat on the bones is. [War was war. If you couldn’t make him angry then there was something seriously wrong. Lust was coming out with a knack for it. Giving a light scratch over his inked neck, he cocked his head to the side.]

At least it’s not all the time, like someone I know.

Yeah, you suck on me long enough and I'll become sharp and deadly.

Abs-a-fuckin'-lutely knew it! You try to be all hardened and tough, but I can see through that tough exterior. And you know what's under that? A deep and utter desire for one of the few Sins who know how to get really underneath your skin. {Was she joking? Meh, who knew. She didn't even know most of the time whether or not she was actually joking. But it wasn't really all that bad. She'd thought about it once before, if Lust and War actually did do something. Would probably make all the big bosses turn their heads.}

I'm not a woman all the time. Only some of the time.

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He idly crossed his arms, not to cover himself but more of a tad pose of authority especially after Addie did that whistle. Jesus. “All for you, Addie. As you can see.” But a smile was also evident on his lips.

Eyes wandered, up and down, up and down. “You’re welcome to do anything.”

A pink tongue came out to lick her lips, eyes looking up at him with a playful smile on her face. She liked that whole authority feel coming from him, it was almost distracting with him just standing there in his boxers. Oh how she wanted to rip them off of him. A reoccurring thought in her head.

"Maybe later." Addie winked up at him, bringing a hand up to run down his muscled arm and side stepped to go into the kitchen. Of course on her way to the kitchen she lifted up her dress up over her head and tossed it behind her to leave her in just a matching pair of black and white bra and panties. This was normal for them, it was definitely normal for her. "It's all in the fridge, right?"

He tosses his mobile on the corner of the couch and stands up. In time as Addie walks in, and hands akimbo—donning only boxer shorts and his rather wilder than wild mane—he points at the door. “Lock the door, thanks.”

"Oop!" Quickly, she turned back and locked the door, laughing quietly to herself as she set down her satchel by the front door and slipped off her coat right on top of it. Her attention was returned back to the man in front of her and she let out a low whistle with a subtle quirk of her lips. "Well isn't this just a lovely surprise to see. Hair poof and boxers included."

Addie stepped up to him, slipping off the rather impressive sized heels and now she was even shorter than before. "I suppose I should welcome myself in by stripping down, right?"

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That’s sweet.

You keep feeling that emotion, honey. Right down to your pretty, curvy bones. [Paying her body a single glance as he side stepped around her, his own cigarette had all but burnt to ash when his tattoos had burned up on his face. He was tempted to walk away entirely, disappear in a pillar of smoke and reddened flecks. At least she wasn’t a damn virtue, he supposed. It would of riled him up further.] I’d pass it on to Conquest. Re-gift it.

I am fucking dealing with it, doesn’t mean I won’t be quiet about it.