TITLE: Just Us
CHARACTERS: Graverobber, Amber Sweet, mentions others
PAIRINGS: Graverobber/Amber
NOTES: Wanted to write something. Shazney suggested these two. I had to agree!
DISCLAIMER: Graverobber, Amber, and any others are not mine, nor do I claim they are.
The two figures tangled together in the dirty sheets. They were silent with each other now, contemplating what had just happened. The drug dealer and his prized junkie. The two of them were much closer than any other pair of street urchins. The man's hair was longer than the woman's, tangled and matted. His face was only partially shaven, paled with white powder. His lips were a deep purple. Her hair was short, red. Her face was flushed with post-sexual warmth.
The woman was the most powerful person in the world now. Her father had died, and she had inherited his place in the company that ran the world. Her name was Amber Sweet.
He was a street rat. A drug dealer. A Graverobber. No one knew his real name any more. They weren't even sure he had ever had one.
This wasn't the first time they had ended up in the same bed, legs tangled together and breathing slowing down from their orgasmic highs. But this was different from all of the times it had been done while full of Zydrate.
This was the first time they had done it of their own free will.
Amber Sweet had been a junkie since she first had the ability to walk the streets without her father. She was fifteen then. Her name was still Carmela Largo at that time. She had changed it when she reached seventeen, the first time she had learned that money was not the only way to pay for this Graverobber's wares.
He accepted sex as a payment.
That night, he told her that her juices were the sweetest he had ever tasted. She was sweet in the amber light of the old, crusty motel room. She took the name the very next day.
Amber's fingernail gently twirled around one hair-surrounded nipple. "That was better than I remember it being…"
"How do you remember any other night?" Graverobber shot back smoothly, relaxing in his own glory. "Though…I have to agree."
Amber sighed and began to sit up. "I should probably go." She stopped when his hand engulfed her wrist. "Graverobber?"
Graverobber smiled softly. "No Z?"
"No. Bad for my image now." Amber replied with a grin of her own. "Though you can still continue to supply it to GeneCo."
Graverobber nodded and ducked his head after a moment. He lifted his eyes to Amber's. "Remember, here in this motel, it's just us. Carmela and Terrance. Not Graverobber and Amber."
Amber blushed a little. She sat back on the bed. "Well…I guess I could stay for a little while longer." She laid against his chest once more. "As long as it's just us."
Graverobber folded her into his strong arms. "Just how it should be."
