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Lucy Greene

"My emotions for you are strong. But I don't know if they're possitive or negitive yet."

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a character in “You Were My Favorite Mistake”, as played by StrawberryGashes99

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"Your not something I can walk away from. I hate you, despise you, loathe you, but I can't see myself living without you..."




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Name
Lucy Greene

"A name is a name. What of it?"

Age
21

"Legal drinking...screw that, been drinking vodka and beer since senior year."

Gender
Female

"Ain't that obvious!?

Sexuality
Straight

"You seriously asked that? ... Fuck you."

Occupation
Bartender

"Free drinks, Bitch!"

Role
Her In the relationship {'I Hate You'}

"It's complicated...

Ethnicity
"Fuck if I know! French, maybe."



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"Its one thing to make love, its another thing to fake love..."




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Personality
When describing Lucy Greene, the first word that would come to mind for most people would be a wild, alcoholic whore. She drinks constantly, and is always on edge. She's loud, bold, blunt and mean. Most people would think the amount of men she's slept with at her age is beyond slutty. However most wouldn't know the truth behind her actions. Drinking is her escape, and her way to ease up. True, she is wild but she was raised to be a rebel. She uses sex as revenge, to get back at {him} or to manipulate people onto her side. She's truly a very deep person, very sensitive and with a soft spoken heart. No one knows this side. She hides it to stay strong, so people will fear her. That way they leave her alone.

"I'm not sensitive! You dare call me that again and I will beat you. I. am. not. sensitive. Got that, you fucker!?



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"I am at a loss for words right now..."




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Hair Color
Blond, with dyed stripes of green, pink, and black.

"I love those colors."

Eye color
Bluish green

"Wow, a blond with blue eyes, how original!"

Height and weight
5'3/ 116lb

"I watch my figure, unlike most people."

Measurements
36 inch bust (B cup), 29 inch waist, 37 inch hips.

"I may not be big or curvy but I'll still kick your ass if you point it out."

Piercing | Tattoos |scars|
Belly Button Piercing Lip piercing

"No comment"




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"You make me sick like The Plague, but unfornunantly there is no cure."




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History
Lucy was born into a large, wealthy family, Lucy was the youngest, and therefore had all the pressure of three overachieving siblings bear down upon her. She was always stressed because of this, and instead of fulfilling her parents wishes for her to succeed, she rebelled. She got mixed up with a different crowd that she was expected, and begun to stay out later at night on the street instead of coming home at her curfew. She dyed her hair and wore darker clothes, and she liked the way she looked. Her parents didn't, and she often got grounded. She hated her family, and ran attempted to run away from home multiple times.

She was diagnosed with kleptomania in the beginning of middle school. She was sent to a boarding school for troubled kids, which she was more than happy for because she was finally able to get away from her overbearingly strict family.

She was welcomed by the wrong people. Near the beginning of high school she had started smoking. Her kleptomania was worsening, as she turned 16. She robbed a store, stealing the essentials she though she needed, such as cigarettes, food and alcohol. She was caught, arrested and sent to Juvy for a year.

In there, her brother would visit her every day, and for that she was grateful that we was there. She was less lonely. He tried to convince her to turn her life around and be a better person, and she took into consideration. He was right, as always.

At age 17, she got out of Juvy, and even though she wasn't legally an adult she moved to New York. She got a job and took collage courses online. Never did she think she could have a happy ending, but her life really was being turned around. Maybe she had a chance, was her main thought...

...until she met him.

She met Remy Malley one night she had chosen to work late at the bar. She had been serving drinks to a few already-drunken middle aged men. Not that she wanted to, or didn't want to for that matter, these men were just really good tippers. He asked her for a drink, and she obliged. He had a kid with him, probably his brother. She served him a drink as well. As the night went on, Lucy flirted well passed her shift. Something about him made her want him. Maybe it was the resentment he had in his eyes when he looked at her, or maybe it was his Scottish accent. Either way she wanted him, and secretly she knew he wanted her as well.

So begins...

Lucy Greene's Story

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"Hey, babe! Slide a beer over here, an' add a raspberry margarita for the miss!"

A pale arm slide up the hip and rested on the hip of Lucy Greene, as her bluish-green orbs scanned the faces of people in the once-again crowded bar. They landed on a middle aged man, red in the face and a wedding ring on the finger, hanging off his arm was an eighteen year old blond bimbo laughing at whatever she though funny which Lucy figured was anything shinny. His face was red and she could smell the alcohol on his breath from the five feet away where she stood.

Her tongue licked the blood red lip gloss lathered over her pink lips. Her hair swished over her shoulder as she grabbed a large glass, tossing it under the hose in flicking the switch with her elbow, filling the glass to the rim with the foamy amber liquid.

Her body moved to turn in a flash, not even spilling one drop of alcohol.

"Icy cold beer, comin' your way!" She exclaimed in a passion as she slid the cup down the bar, landing in the hands of the buyer, who raised in like a toast in thanks.

Long and snake-like fingers twisted around the margarita glasses.

"Fresh raspberry margarita's, coming in a sec!"

There were a few wolf whistles, followed by the call of 'Toss one up her' shouted by, she counted, four other people. Using her other hand she snatched the other three glasses and began mixing ingredients in a shaker.

Thirty seconds went by, and with the now filled glasses she slide them down the bar to the buyer, and ending on the girl. She reached out her fake-tanned hand and it was obvious of the 'X' drawn on her hand, messily washed off in the restrooms. Lucy let her drink anyway. Didn't bother her if some slutty teenager planned on getting drunk in the middle of the day.

Out the only window she schools would be getting out soon. Kids would pour into the bar like ants to a picnic. Then they'd be really busy.

"Fucking high schoolers." she sighed, throwing her head back to run a hand though her multicolored locks. "Least they're good tippers"

She starred at the door, waiting for the mob as she cleaned the top of the bar with a wet rag. 'Who would she see today' she wondered. Maybe her regulars, like that drug dealer kid who often came in for a quick drink. Maybe than one girl, the one Lucy knew was dangerous by the look in her eyes. Maybe she'd see one of danger-girls boyfriends.

"Maybe I'll see Remy..." She though suddenly without any realization. She made no move to erase the thought, or to deny it was truly in her head. She just continued starring at the entrance.

Waiting for someone to open the damn door already.

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"Fuck, why is this shift so damn boring" Lucy sighed, resting her head in the palm of her hand.

Just as she said that, the door to the bar opened, and in strutted a young woman. Dark hair, curvy, she was a babe, but Lucy could care less about her. She sat on the bench, grumbling to herself and scratching the table with her nails.

Lucy chuckled. "Can I get ya something, sweetheart".

The girl sighed, then nodded. "Yeah, a whisky."

Lucy nodded and tossed her a bottle. She opened it and drank it rather forcibly, chugging half it down in under a minute. Lucy raised an eyebrow.

"You okay, hun? Let me guess, guy troubles."

The girl looked up. "Yeah, how'd you-"

"Usually when women drink like that they got a guy on there mind. Come on, tell the bartender."

She nodded. "Stupid jerk, slept with me and then kicked me out. Fuck him, the asshole. I'm Keala by the way."

"Lucy. Heh, not the first time I heard that story. What was this guys name?"

"Ugh, Remy something, I don't know. I should have known, had a kid living with him. His brother I think. Had some weird accent to, british maybe, or-"

Lucy blinked as she listened to Keala drone on about Remy, and her hands gripped her apron forcable. She gritted her teeth and suddenly felt the urge to take that whiskey bottle and pound it on this bitches head. Her faces was turning an obvious shade of red. Keala noticed.

"Hey, Lucy, you alright, your changing colors there."

'Don't beat the fuck out of her' Lucy told herself. 'I'll get fired...

Lucy pulled out her phone and sent a text to Callan. She didn't know why she had his number, but whenever she was pissed off at Remy, she'd send Callan the message.

"Tell your dipshit of a brother to get his sorry ass down to my bar. Now

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"Better." Callan said, waving his hand in the air dismissively. "Shut up." Remy frowned and crossed his arms. "Why the hell are you telling me what to do? I'm your guardian, y'know." He protested, watching as Callan ignored him and went to retrieve his phone from the bookshelf on the far side of the room. It had beeped a few seconds before. "We'd better get going." He said and put the phone into his coat pocket.

Remy sighed and threw his own coat on, followed by his shoes. "Please tell me there is booze where you are taking me..." He muttered, grabbing the keys from the counter. "That and more, brother." Callan deliberately leaned into Remy's ear as he passed him and went through the doorway.
The walk was short, and halfway there Remy had guessed they were headed to the bar. Her bar. He wasn't sure why Callan wanted to go there of all places. Well, that was a lie, Callan was easily Remy's best friend. They were one and the same, and knew each other inside and out. They both knew Remy was in desperate need of seeing her.

"Who texted you earlier?"
He asked, arching an eyebrow and nudging Callan's shoulder as they walked beside each other. "You don't want me to answer that." Callan shook his head, watching the ground, taking each step with caution. "Well fuck me. It was a girl! Who?" Remy was grinning ear to ear down at his brother. Callan's mouth formed a thin line and he stayed silent. Remy's grin quickly faded.

"You little shit." He said through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching with fury. He envisioned his arm shooting out and wrapping his fingers around Callan's neck. Instead, they stayed in tight bunched fists in his coat pockets. Neither boy broke their stride. Though as if sensing his brother's anger, Callan moved further away. "When you gave me your old phone a while ago I had your old number." The younger one said nonchalantly with a huff, straightening his shoulders out. "She texted me- thinking it was you. That's all there is too it, little shit." Silence passed over them as Remy calculated. "Change the number." He said as he opened the door to the bar. "Will do."

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Lucy saw them come in before they noticed her. Her first instincts was to run up, and kiss him with such a passion that he'd never felt before. Oh, how she wanted him. She needed to feel him and her arms, and be in his. She wanted to hug him, kiss him, make love to him. She hadn't seen him in so long, she longed to feel his body press against hers once more.

But knowing what he did, she couldn't do that yet.

Keala had left a few minutes before, and now Lucy was left cleaning beer glasses. Her hands clenched around one and he entered, and she slammed it down on the bar, marching though the benches over to where he stood before he even realized her appearance.

She slammed her fist into his rib in her rage, and screaming "Fuck you!" as loud as she could.

Her eyes glared straight into his, and they said what she knew they were both thinking.

She calmed her voice, and said "Next time to bang a bitch, make sure she doesn't have drinking problems"

Out of the corner of her eye she saw her boss, a heavyset woman with eyes like a halk, starring her down and telling her to get back to work. She obliged, walking back behind the bar and served drinks to the new line of people.

She didn't realize she had started crying until a girl, a regular at the bar and frankly one of Lucy's favorites, offered her a handkerchief.

She didn't know why she was so upset, but she just was. He cheated before, she cheated before. But now, with her longing, she wanted him to be with her and nobody else.

She turned her head. He was still there, and she realized he was starring straight at her tear and makeup stained face...

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First he felt her sharp, fierce gaze on him. Next, her fist on his ribs. Though it hurt like hell, it was also the greatest sensation he'd had in days. Remy looked down at her, his blue eyes scanning her own bluish-green ones. They did not shift until Lucy noticed a woman- most likely a manager -watching them. She returned to her post behind the counter, where a girl offered her a handkerchief seconds later. He was at a loss for words.

This girl he thought, rubbing the area where she had hit him. She'll pay for that. Remy noticed Callan had moved away to another part of the bar, talking to a few teenagers who were no doubt friends from school. His eyes fell back on her and stayed there until the distance became too much. Slowly, Remy approached the counter where Lucy was.

His gaze never left her. She was beautiful. In all of her tear-stained, running mascara mess, she still managed to be gorgeous. It made him want to hit her. Make her ugly like he was. He took a seat on one of the bar stools and continued to watch her as she worked. It bothered him that she was here. No doubt flirting with other guys throughout all hours of the day. Being hit on by men and women alike, probably.

Remy knew that Keisha- Kaela, was a mistake. He knew that Kylie- Kaela, would not give him what he wanted. What he needed. She was merely a distraction from his desire for Lucy. Watching her, he smiles. He was the one who was making her cry. That could only mean that he meant something to her. A triumphant smirk played upon his lips and he tapped the counter.

"Mix me something." Remy ordered. Then, looking her up and down, he said "Or I might drink you instead." Not giving one fuck about who was listening.

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A tap on the counter brought her attention, and she slide the beer to the next costumer down the isle before turning. He was smirking. She hated that. She wanted to slap him for it, then kiss the hell out of that smirking face that made him look just so damn sexy.

"Mix Me Something" he ordered. He was looking her up and down, and Lucy unconsciously tightened the string in her apron. "Or I might drink you instead."

Oh, he was going to pay for that.

She grabbed two glasses, filled them each with ice, then half-full with vodka. Over it was poured the liqueur. She didn't really pay attention to what flavor as she was watching him and not the drink. She added a few more ingredients and shook them up like a furious tornado. To glasses. The slide him one and took the other for her own.

"There's your drink," she said with a playful smile. "But that other option, well that's still on the table too."

She turned around, swishing her hips in a way she knew made her look good. She was teasing him. She made sure to move her body in a way that caused most eyes to fall on her. Men whistled and a few licked their lips. She drank her drink, threw her head back and her hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall.

Teasing him was one of her best skills. It was him who started this game, and she was just playing along.

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She mixed the drink furiously, then slid it over to him, keeping one for herself. "There's your drink, but that other option, well that's still on the table too." With that she turned away, walking with a certain exaggeration in her movements.
She knew exactly how to push his buttons. Jealousy burned through him as attention was turned to her, though more than jealousy burned in him as her glass tilted back and she drank. He ran a hand thorough his hair, disheveling it.

How one girl was able to make him so infatuated was a mystery.

Remy held his glass in his right hand. He looked at it and swished the contents around, then brought the glass to his lips and took a drink. It was sweet. It may have been his imagination, but he swore it tasted like her skin. A hand clapped his back and the barstool beside him squeaked as Callan plopped down beside him. "That didn't take long." He laughed, and Remy dropped his head and nodded, setting the drink down on the counter.

"I bet your rib cage is right pissed that you've made up so quick." He took the drink in his hands and raised it to his mouth, but before he could taste it Remy snatched it back. "This is mine. Get your own. Actually, you shouldn't be drinking at all." He growled, then shook his head. "And as for her," He paused, looking back over at Lucy. "We aren't even close to making up."

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She may have acted like she was focusing on her job, but she was easdropping on his conversation with his brother. She snuck a glance at the two. Like the good big brother he was, he wasn't letting his little brother drink. She reached into the cooler and pulled out a soda. She tossed it in from of Callan.

"Here, kid. May not be the real good stuff, but at least its somthin'." Lucy always had a soft spot for Callan. She didn't know why, but she just liked his personality. Even if he did act like his brother sometimes.

She stepped out of the counter to deliver some drinks to a nearby table. As she waked, she felt someone grab her waist. Of coarse she was used to this, but it annoyed her when these old bastards though they stood a chance.

"So, you and your boyfriend not doing so well. I'd never make you cry like that..."

"Fuck off" She said, wiggling out of the old guys grip and proceeded to the table. This guy was persistent. He took her by the shoulder, leaned in close and whispered in her ear "You poor thing, I'll give you everything you want."

"I said to fuck off! She stomped on his foot and kept walking. But this guy was not giving up. His hands grabbed her waist and she was pulled near him in such a way that she dropped the drinks. Lucy gasped, but the guy kept running his hands over her body. She tried to struggled out but he was strong.

"FUCK OFF!!" she yelled, kicking him in the shin and tossing her head in such a force that it hit his nose. He gasped, but then he grabbed her wrist and raised a hand, ready to smack her.

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Callan caught the soda with ease. He frowned a little at being treated like a child, but cracked it open and drank anyways. Remy laughed, and downed the rest of his own drink. Not a moment later he heard the oh-so-Lucy "Fuck off" phrase. It spiked his attention and he turned in his stool. Callan watched him with a worried half-frown.

The man was touching her. The pit of Remy's stomach turned to stone and he shoved himself away from the counter. The man was fucking touching her. He brought his glass with him and moved across the bar in an eerily graceful stride. Lucy had already done a number on him, but the man didn't stop.

Bile rose in his throat as the man raised his hand to Lucy, an all to familiar gesture. Something snapped within him. In an instant he brought the glass down- hard - across the man's jaw. He released Lucy and his hands flew to his face. Remy's hand slammed down on the old man's shoulder and his fingers dug deep. He leaned in real close to the man, and spat "The next time you raise your hand to this woman will be the last time you have hands." Sure, it was a line he'd heard before, but it was fitting to the situation. He leaned back and released the man's shoulder, only to turn and grab Lucy by the wrist.

As he dragged her away, he made sure to stop in front of the manager from before. "I'll be taking care of her for a bit. Such an encounter in the workplace will have traumatized your employee." He put extra emphasis on the words "workplace" and "traumatized". Without another word they were out the back door. He practically tossed her into the blackness of the alley. He stood in the light of the doorway for a second or two, staring her down. Then he stepped away from it and the door shut the light in behind them.

"You play very dangerous games, Luce." Remy shook his head, looking at his hands where the glass had been just moments earlier. "If you play like that you'll lose, sweetheart."

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Lucy winced on instinct, and prepared for the smack she was sure to get. She'd been hit plenty of times. She was use to it and she could handle it. This wasn't the first time something like this happened at the bar.

Never did it come, but instead the sound of smashing glass, and her arm was released. It hurt, like she ha just been hit with a stool. He had quite a grip. She wasn't exactly sure what had happened at first, but when she regained her grip in reality and watched the seem unfold, it was Remy who had come to her rescue.

"The next time you raise your hand to this woman will be the last time you have hands."

Remy took her wrist, and Lucy winced as he added insult to injury at the already forming bruise. She made no attempt at struggle. In a way she wanted to get away.

Her boss gave her a look as they passed by, and even though Remy explained it she knew she'd be working extra hours in the following week.

They emerged in a dark alley, and Remy let go of her wrist. "You play very dangerous games, Luce." Remy shook his head, looking at his hands where the glass had been just moments earlier. "If you play like that you'll lose, sweetheart."

Lucy balled her fist and gripped the side of her apron. "I'm playing a dangerous game?"

She stepped closer to him till she was standing under his nose. She felt the heat of his body on her, smelled the essence of his hair and felt his breath breathing on the top of her head. Her nails dug deep into her fist and she felt like they may start to bleed.

She smirked but her eyes still glared as she looked him up and down. "Nice hickey, by the way." She turned her back to him and stepped away, starring at the dusty ground beneath.

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"I'm playing a dangerous game?" Lucy asked, coming close to him. He had to fight the urge rising in him to crush his body against hers as she spoke. It didn't help when her eyes ran him up and down. He knew she was taking him in. Whether or not she was pleased he wasn't sure.

"Nice hickey, by the way." The girl turned, and Remy looked down at his feet. It wasn't normal for him to feel ashamed of cheating. Remy let out a short, frustrated puff of air. He stood for a few silent seconds, trying to build an excuse, a reason, or perhaps the right words to apologize.

"Yeah? How about you? How many men have you let touch you like that bag of shit did inside just now?!" He snapped, anger and heat bubbling up inside him like that of a volcano. She was his. She knew better than to draw attention to herself when she knew that Remy could be attention enough. "You can't expect me to believe that's the first time this has happened," He paused, infuriated.

"And what the fuck are you texting my brother for, hmm?" Remy stepped toward her and pushed her shoulders. He knew full well that when Callan said there wasn't anything to it, there was nothing to it. But he was searching for a reason to be angry at her. Wanting her to be angry at him and longing for the feeling of her hands on him- even if it would be to punch his ribs again.

He thought about the tattoo that rested there, where she had hit earlier. It was meant to be eerie and haunting, yet art all in the same. Then his mind drifted to where his other tattoo was on his left wrist. He felt the words hot against his veins.

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"Yeah? How about you? How many men have you let touch you like that bag of shit did inside just now?!"

Lucy growled, her anger building to the point where she wanted to scream. "Fine, I admit that's happened before, but I've never had sex with them before!" That was true, she never made love to a guy who flirted with her. She didn't say she never cheated, when in all honestly she had. Most of the time she was drunk and didn't know what she was doing, but it still counts. Never with someone who she wanted, and never with someone who wanted her. Only with people who needed a distraction whenever she needed one too.

"And what the fuck are you texting my brother for, hmm?"

"Well, who the fuck am I going to text when I need to get a word to you. In case you forgot, you never gave me your new number, remember?

She remembered when she tried to text Remy, a text that she couldn't really remember what it said, but she remember getting the text back, explaining to her that Remy had gotten a new phone, and she was currently texting his brother. Callan had given her his new phone number, but often time's she'll forget it and text Callan on accident. And sometimes when she's to pissed to talk to Remy, on purpose.

It was obvious she wasn't going back to work today, and it would be humiliating to drag her ass back inside to put her uniform away and get her clothes. But the New York air in winter was like a punch to a face by a snowman, and she was freezing her ass off in it. She hugged her arms around her torso and tried to prevent herself from shivering.

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"Fine, I admit that's happened before, but I've never had sex with them before!" Lucy's words hit him like a punch to the gut, but it was nothing like what she was physically capable of. Then she slammed it in his face that he had forgotten to give her his new number. He didn't want to admit it, but she was right.

Remy became conscious of how cold it was when he saw her wrap her arms around herself. He sighed and slid his coat off of his shoulders. He was defeated, ready get on his knees and lick her boots. Instead, he tossed the coat at her and crossed his arms. "Put it on and stay here."

He walked around the corner of the building and pulled out his phone, punching in Callan's number.

"Cal, I'm walking Lucy home."

"Kay'."

"Be home before Twelve. No drinking."

"Fuck you I want jam."

"No."

"Fair enough... I think you broke that guy's jaw."

"He deserved it." Both of them were quiet, and once it was obvious the conversation was over, Remy hung up. He walked back to where Lucy was. "I'll walk you home."

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[center] Lucy was a bit shocked when she found his jacket wrapped around her. "Put it on and stay here." he had said, then disappeared behind the building. Lucy snuggled against the fabric. It was warm from his body heat. It smelled like him, and aroma so strong as she enclosed it around her frame it made her feel like it was really his arms around her. She loved it. She loved this feeling more than anything.

He reappeared again. "I'll walk you home."

She made no argument against it, and they began walking back to her apartment. She resisted the urge to grab his hand, and to walk like a normal couple. But they weren't a normal couple.

Christmas lights hung on buildings, street poles and sidewalks. So many Christmas tree's put up in the windows of department stores it was like a forest. The street reflected in the rainbow shimmer that lit up the streets in this gloomy afternoon. Lucy didn't say a word as they walked, and kept her head down most of the time with her bangs covering her eyes. The only sound were their steady footsteps, there breathing, in and out, and the buzz of electricity running though the lights. It wasn't until she felt the first ice crystal hit her nose did she speak up, and a quiet voice due to her mostly was talking to herself. She doubted Remy even heard her.

"Snow?"

The forecast didn't call for snow until another week, but then again it was New York, and the weather was as predictable as emotions.

Lucy snuggled closer to his jacket to keep warm. She briefly wondered if he was cold, and even for a second felt guilty for taking his jacket. But she took back that though. He deserved to be cold. But in a way, so did she.

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The two of them walked in silence for what seemed like forever. After a while Remy adjusted to the cold against his arms. He wondered why he had given Lucy the coat. He was pissed at her. She was probably pissed at him. She didn't need it any more than he did. Still, he didn't go to take it back. He wasn't paying much attention to anything but her at the moment, but when she breathed a soft "Snow?" he didn't say anything.

Angry. You are angry. Remy reminded himself and looked away from her, at the lines in the sidewalk instead. They approached her building a while later.
On any normal night they would go inside, up few stairs and into her hallway. He would impatiently wait as she found her keys and opened the door. The moment that the door shut he would do one of two things: hit her, or kiss her.

Right now he had a severe craving for either one.

But tonight was not any normal night. No, tonight he had this odd feeling hanging around him. Like he only wanted to want to hit her. It had been there ever since he moved across the bar to stop that old man. He knew that he wasn't going to hurt her like that. Not now.

So, he would have to settle for a kiss. He placed one hand on her waist and the other on her back, pulling her to him. He had to bend his neck in order to look at her straight. Remy's bright eyes scanned her face for a moment before he brought his mouth down on hers. The click of his teeth hitting hers was all too comforting. There was still the faint taste of the drink she had made them.

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The arrived at her apartment, and Lucy took in his face before she went inside. She loved that face. And hated it. She waited. Waited to be hit, waited for him to leave, waited for him to say something. Just anything. Anything so she knew he was there.

He took her by the waste and leaned in. A feeling erupted inside her heart, a longing feeling and she just wanted to scream 'Kiss me!' already.

And he did, his teeth clicking against hers, the taste of his lips so soothing and so amazing. She melted into the kiss, throwing her arms around his neck.

She was not going to let this moment end. The feeling of longing, and needing him right in front of her hit her full force like the cold in winter. Its been there, growing slowly, increasing every day. But they've been denied, pushed aside, forgotten. But one day you walk outside, and the cold hits you like a tidal wave. It feels so sudden, but you realize its been there all along.

She had to break apart to breath, and cursed her need for air. No, this was not over. She'd say like this till her feelings went away. She'd stay like this till he pushed her away. Whichever came first.

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Remy wasn't sure why he was shocked when she kissed him back, her arms thrown around his neck. This moment- this simple moment was supposed to have satisfied him. But of course, the cravings within only grew stronger. This was the downfall of having an addictive personality.

One can never get enough.

Lucy broke away and Remy leaned back. Both hands were under her uniform and on her hips now, his thumbs pressing into the skin over her bones. He looked her over again, cocking his head to the side. Her hair was pretty mangled, and her make-up was still smudged. But to Remy it was how he was used to seeing her. A wreck.
Normally she would argue and banter, for the sake of putting up a fight. But right now he felt like she was putty in his hands. Then again, Lucy had always been full of surprises. For a moment he wondered if she was playing him.

He bit his lip at this, and looked to where his hands were placed. He moved his thumbs to massage the skin beneath them.

"Do you want me to go?" He arched an eyebrow, daring her to reply.

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A soft moan escaped her lips as he pressed his hands against her hips. She knew she wasn't acting like herself, she knew she should he fighting. But didn't they already get the fight over with back at the bar. And now she just wanted his body pressed on hers, and she sure as hell showed that the more she kissed him. His thumbs moved in circled on her skin, sending what felt like a pleasant hot flash though her chilled body.

"Do you want me to go?" He asked suddenly with an arched eyebrow. She scrunched up her nose. No. Not now. She had him against her and she wasn't letting go.

"Would a person who wants you gone be kiss you so hard?" She grabbed the rim of his shirt, pushed him against the door and leaned in, biting his lip slightly in the process of giving him yet another long kiss.

One hand kept grip on his shirt, while the other ran a hand though his unruly hair. His hair, always so greasy, so messy and all over the place. She didn't know why she loved it so much. As her lips pressed harder against his own, his stubble scratched her cheeks, no doubtably leaving slight little red marks like when a needle rubs against you.

And she loved it.

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"Would a person who wants you gone be kissing you so hard?" She said as she grabbed the hem of his shirt and pushed him into the door. Now this was more like Lucy. Fierce. He couldn't help but grin as she bit his lip. There was an unmistakable passion between them.

Pleasure coursed through Remy as she ran her fingers though his hair. Oh, how he's yearned for that. In response he trailed his fingers from her hip all the way to the back of her head, where his own fingers slid through her blonde hair. Colorful tendrils became entwined with each other.

Her skin felt so warm against his own. Then he realized his hands were probably like icicles on her. He pulled away and let out a soft breath and watched the vapor rise in a white cloud, confirming his temperature. Shit it had gotten cold quickly. He pressed their lips together again, but reluctantly broke away a second later.

His mind rebooted as he remembered that their relationship was usually cursing and bruises. He was getting too close. Coming down with that horrible sickness known as feelings. This needed to stop before either of them grew too attached to the other.

Remy pressed his lips together and pulled them down into a half- frown. "As much as I'm enjoying this, enjoying you- I'm kind of freezing my ass off." He cursed himself for coming off as an ass, but quickly remembered that to her, he was an ass.

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The feeling of his fingers deep within her hair spread a tingling feeling all throughout her head, running down her back, into the pit of her stomach and all the way back to her head. It gave her a feeling of light headedness, something she'd never felt before. She knew it was cold, but she didn't give a shit about temperature anymore. She didn't give a shit about anything. In the back of Lucy's mind, she knew she shouldn't be enjoying this, she knew it was wrong and she knew this would not end well. Part of her told her to stop, but the other kept her lips pressed up against his. She'd end up feeling like crap, but how can something that feels so good now, feel so bad later?

She already knew the answer to that.

"As much as I'm enjoying this, enjoying you- I'm kind of freezing my ass off." Remy interrupted, his lips pulled together in a half-frown.

As Lucy breathed, in and out, in and out, the white clouds of air emerging from her lungs was a reminder of the freezing air. In a way she was thankful for it. It gave her an excuse to step away. Yet in another fashion she hated it. His kiss was like a drug. She craved it, needed it, longed for it. It made her feel so...so...

She had no idea how it made her feel. Happy was not the right word, nor was sad, nor angry nor complete. It just gave her a strange emotion that she couldn't identify. Or maybe she didn't want to identify it...

"Hmph, figures." she mumbled, putting on her usual act. She took off his jacket and shoved it back into his arms with a force that she figured he'd stumble back. "And as much as I'd love to stand by, possibly argue the night away, even though we all know I'd win anyway," She smirked, that usual smirk that said she was way to full of her self, and she knew it to. "But unfornunantly it's been a long day, and I'm as tired as fuck." She dug into her pocket and pulled out her apartment key, stepping into the room but not bothering to close the door all the way. She never did when she returned home with him. Just in case...