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The fury in her eyes filled my soul with joy. Her hazel, snake-like eyes piercing though mine. She's so sexy when she's mad. She had her long fingers around my throat gripping tightly, I didn't really care as long as she stayed. Why does she like Greed more? He's no good for her? Greed is greed, he wants all women and won't settle with one! I would care for her better than he ever could, even with his years of living. I don't even remember what caused her to grab my throat. "Don't you ever say that! he's a good person. Anyways your the one to talk, he was the one who saved us from that damn place, or if your memories still rusty after seven years!" Oh, yeah it all started with my big mouth, typical!

I raised one hand to Martel's cheek, "He only uses you as a possession, that's all you are to him. But your better than a possession." I kissed her soft lips, cherry chap-stick smeared across mine. She tried to push away, but my arms had already snaked around her, one hand playing in her hair the other wrapping around her waist. I could feel she was still wanting to resist, "Why are you still resisting me?"

"Cause...I don't...love you," the last couple words came out with a relaxed sigh. Her slender arms still tried to pry my arm from her waist, "Kimbley, please just...let go!"

"Not until you admit it," I pulled her closer to me. Pressing Martel's lips against mine even harder, she struggled a little more, useless, and than she slowly stopped. "I told you," I smirked, releasing my grip. She stepped back, sighing. She looked so limp.

She opened her eyes smiling, "I...I guess I-"

"I knew it, now say it," I know that I was being cocky and a dick, but I just had to!

"Fine! I love you!" She shouted, I, Zolf J. Kimbley was happy but what was bad, was the others were standing outside my open bedroom door. Martel froze, "The rest of the gang is behind me aren't they?" I nodded slightly. She bowed her head sheepishly, knowing she was screwed.

"Wow Martel. And for a psychopathic bomber?," Dorchetto joked, still astonished. Martel spun towards their direction, " Stop eavesdropping!" And they all ran back towards the lounge.

"You know, you're so sexy when you're mad," turning her to face me.

"Psychopathic bomber," and surprised me with a kiss. To tell you the truth, she just hated how much she loved me.