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The Greedler has always hated getting out of bed, especially when you’re snuggled so close to him. Greed is just so... so cozy. He wants to stay and cuddle with you all morning. Away from the stress, the constant calls, the achy wrist from paperwork all day long, the feeling of wet ink seeping into his gloves from the fast handwriting (but his ink wasn't drying a fast a his hand was writing), and his assistant constantly bringing him piles upon piles of work to do. Every time he thinks he can take a break, she walks in and apologetically places two or three more piles of paperwork and project plans for him to fill out. He absolutely despises that place. He especially despises that today he’s going on a work trip that will last for a month. A month of nonstop work. No play, no fun, no you. Nothing. Just boring meetings, and paperwork, and pretending to care. He really doesn’t want to go, he wants to stay here in your shitty apartment building and hold you tightly and closely to him for as long as he possibly can, but he has no real choice in the matter. He has to go on this trip whether he likes it or not, and he certainly doesn't like it.
The only thing he really likes about his job is the money he gets out of it. And he likes the money because it means he gets to spoil you, his precious and beloved best friend. He's constantly giving you gifts, taking you out places, buying you new clothes... or at least trying to. You tend to be weird about receiving gifts (aka insisting he doesn't have to get you gifts, and not taking bigger gifts so he doesn't "waste his money" on you) but he definitely tries his best to give you what he can. You deserve the world, he thinks, and there's nothing that can ever change his mind about that.
Greed smiles as he looks over your sleeping body: You're nestled so nicely against his bare chest and you look so warm, so comfortable. He presses a kiss to your head and lets the hand he had slipped over your waist move to tangle in your hair. He takes in your pretty face and peppers a few more kisses to your forehead, making sure to leave a few on your cheek as well. He loves how you smile in your sleep, especially when he's giving you affection, he finds it so cute and he doesn't think it'll ever get old to him.
The Greedler slowly pushes the comforter out of the way so that he can run his hands over your soft, warm torso. He notices just how many hickeys you have on your body and he smiles to himself. Marking your skin gets him so excited, he loves making sure that anyone and everyone knows that you belong to him. Even if most of the markings he's left on you aren't visible while you're clothed, he still knows they're there. People seeing the marks he makes on you is a big turn-on for him, but even if no one knew they were there he'd still leave them on you because you would know. Greed licks his lips and begins to leave kisses over the marks on your neck and shoulder. He just can't take his eyes away from you, you're his pretty boy and he loves to look at you. It's not like you particularly mind his stare anyways, you're always so flustered whenever you catch him undressing you with his eyes.
Suddenly, he’s once again reminded that his alarm will probably be going off soon. He sighs annoyedly, pulling you closer and closing his eyes. He wants to go back to sleep and just hold you forever. The Greedler absolutely hates leaving you in the morning, and he's sure he always will with how cold you always look without his warm body around yours, how you stir and whine. He swears he sees you frown ever so slightly each time. It’s a nightmare every time, he's sure of it.
Though, Greed decides that he should probably sit up before he falls back asleep. As much as he wants to go back to bed with you wrapped around him so tightly, he knows that he can't do that. It’s very easy to be lulled back into sumber with such a pleasant cuddler attached to his body. He sighs and sits up; this has to be one of the worst mornings to have to leave you. It’s so warm and you were just tucked against him so nicely, he really doesn’t want to go anywhere. Especially not for a whole month. A whole month without mornings like this is even more of a nightmare than just leaving for work in the morning. Maybe he can sneak in an extra ten minutes before he has to go? His alarm hasn’t gone off yet, so it should be fine, right? Who says he needs to wake up now anyways. It’s not like he has to catch a flight to get there, he’s driving on his own! He looks at the clock beside the bed and it reads 9:43am. His eyes nearly bulge out of his head, he’s two hours late for the orientation. He forgot to set the alarm…
Greedler shoots out of bed as quickly as possible and hurries to get ready. He takes his morning medicine and washes his face, and then he debates whether or not he has time for a shower. On one hand he figures ‘what difference would it make’? He’s already nearly three hours late, what harm would a shower do? But then he realizes that he has to be professional. He’s the boss! He can't just wake up late and then take his sweet time getting ready, he lost that privilege when he forgot to set the alarm. But stinking also isn’t professional… he probably smells like sex and sweat due to last night's activities. He groans and just decides to use a rag to wipe himself down with warm soapy water, he’ll make up for it with a little extra cologne today. A bird bath never killed anyone, right? Let's just hope he doesn't smell anymore after this. Quickly, he grabs your can of dry shampoo and sprays some in his hair, fussing with the styling until it's just right. Sharing is caring, right? He quickly brushes his teeth and heads back into the bedroom to grab his suitcase before he leaves.
The Greedler gets distracted by the mirror, of course. He has to make sure he looks okay before he goes. If the boss doesn’t look good then what will these people think of the company? He straightens out his tie in the mirror and starts to inspect himself, when you come up behind him and wrap your arms around him, sleepily nuzzling into his side. He watches your eyes drift closed as your head rests on his body. Greed loves how warm this is, how comfortable you seem to be, how comfortable he is. He smiles at you through the mirror, still messing with his outfit all the while. **This tender moment can’t last forever and he knows it, but he might as well enjoy it while he can. He runs a hand through your messy hair. “Did you need something, Y/N?” He still has quite the morning voice. While he’s gotten ready to go, he still hasn't had his morning cup of coffee. Usually he’d already have it brewing, but he’s running late so he hasn’t had time. He’ll have to run to a shop on the way there, and he’s hoping there won’t be a long line.
"Stay?" You ask with a sleepy yawn, nuzzling deeper into Greed's side. "Please?" And The Greedler wishes that he could say yes and scoop you, his best friend in the entire world into his arms and give you all the cuddles and attention he could muster. What could you two do with an entire month together with no work? You two could pick a show to start together, and make funny commentary about it that only the two of you would understand. You could take a bubble bath together, have sex, have sex in a bubble bath, you could go out somewhere, try something new, go to a dog park and talk about getting a dog together (which will inevitably turn into a discussion about moving in together), anything you two could think of! But... once again. He can't. "Y/N, I'm so sorry," He starts, and you sigh dejectedly, knowing what's to come. "I wish I could, sweet boy." You nod, "I know. I just- I miss you enough as it is, Greedy. N’ you’re… you’re gonna be gone for so long." You sigh, letting go of Greed. "Stay safe please. And call me every day- no- call me twice every day- three times!" He raises his eyebrow and you giggle, “Okay just… make sure you call me at least once a day.” And he sees that look in your eye, he knows that look.
The Greedler moves to hug you, pulling you close and pressing a loving kiss to your forehead, "I will. I promise." He says. He rubs your back in soft, slow circles, holding you tightly to his chest. After a few moments he lets go, "I have to hurry, I woke up late." He says, tapping his cheek to signal to you that he wants a kiss on the cheek, which you give to him. "Knock 'em dead. But not too dead." He smiles at your sweet encouragement, grabbing and squeezing your hand for a moment before letting go. He grabs his suitcase from the ottoman at the end of your bed, his eyes lingering at the messy blankets strewn about on the bed.
That comfy bed… the one he just wants to lay in and hold you, the one you two talk on, watch movies on, eat midnight snacks on, have sex on, sleep on. He just wants to climb in it and cuddle up with you and the memories you’ve made together. He almost convinces himself to go back to sleep and stay here with you when he hears his phone ring, bringing him back into the reality. He has to go regardless of if he wants to or not. Greedler scrambles for the phone, it was still on the bedside table and he almost left it in your apartment. That would have been so bad. He answers it, explaining his situation to the person on the other line. While he’s on the phone he catches his reflection in the mirror once again, noticing that he has very noticeable hickeys on his neck and jaw. He smiles at that and looks over at you, once again admiring how your skin is absolutely littered with them. He may have a lot but you have even more of them (and in more places too). He plans to go to the orientation wearing them with pride, he doesn’t think they’re unprofessional at all, and if someone has a problem with him having a sex life they can take it up with him personally. He’d be happy to knock the daylights out of anyone who came between you two. Of course he would, you’re the most important person in his life, his best friend. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you.
After about 15 minutes of going back and forth about his plan to show up even though he’s late, and how they'd have to reschedule orientation for the afternoon, he finally hangs up the phone. He puts his phone in his pocket and pulls your chin up to get your attention, pressing a little kiss to your nose. “I love you so much, Y/N. I’ll be back in a month, and I promise I’ll call you every day and I’ll tell you all the boring details of the boring meetings,” He said. “If it’ll be so boring then why can’t you just stay here?” You ask, whining a little. “It’s not that easy, I have to go. I don’t want to but I have to. I’d love nothing more than to use this month just to stay with you, but I can’t, this is a very important trip for me to take.”
“But whyyyyy~!” You’re still whining dramatically. You’re obviously upset even though you’re being a little over-dramatic.
“Because, Y/N, these people recently bought a share in our company and we’re going to meet them to discuss how things will be working from now on.” Greed explained, “I’m sorry my sweet boy, I know it sucks but I have to go. It’s important for the company and everyone who works there.”
“But why do you need a whole month for that?”
“Because we’re most likely going to be revamping a bunch of things, if not the entire company. We need time to work through this stuff and make sure that this project doesn’t fail.”
You sigh, “Okay, fine. Just… don’t do anything stupid and don’t forget to call me. Also make sure to take your meds. And if you need anything I’ll do my best to help you.” Greed smiles and takes your hands into his own, “I know you will. And don’t worry, I’ll try my best to remember. I love you so much, okay?” You smile and squeeze his hands, “I love you too.” Greed kisses your forehead before letting go of your hands and grabbing his suitcase. He says one last goodbye before leaving.
The Greedler leaves your small apartment with a sad shuffle rather than his usual poppy gait. He just isn’t feeling very glittery today, unfortunately. He really doesn’t want to leave you for so long, he already misses you so much and he’s just left the apartment. As he walks down the stairs, looking around at how cheap this apartment complex looks, he seriously considers asking you to move in with him. He can’t stand the idea of you continuing to live here... every time he comes here his urge to grab all your things and take you home with him gets stronger. He knows that there’s a custom key-printing service near the hotel he’ll be staying at while he’s gone, so maybe he can get one for you. If he ever gets enough time to sit down and draw something to have printed onto the key, he will.
As Greedler gets into his car and begins his 3 and a half hour journey, all he can think about is how nice it will be to come back to endless affection from you. He really did a good job picking a best friend, didn’t he?