It had been official. It had been for a few months now. Amber didn't have to deal with her father freaking out about it either. Just had to slip it to her brothers, and announce to society the news. She was dating someone. Finally, Rotti had been trying to get his daughter into a steady relationship for years, like the good Italian daughter should have, but Amber declined every guy her father set her up with. None fit her needs. Though she discovered, it pleased her father for her to at least try, and it pleased her more to use them. A selfish girl she was. Though she was in love, it was a forbidden love. At least, that's how it was when Rotti was a live, now Amber could clear the air of this foul taste society was given about the man she had fallen for. It wouldn't make her father happy, but she was doing it for her own happiness.
She loved Graverobber, and they established a certain kind of equality in these feelings. Graverobber wasn't so sure about this, he for one was concerned how the world, and even her numb skull brothers would take it. Rotti had to have been rolling in his grave, that day Amber announced it, to the world. They were shocked, but accepting of her choice and reasoning. Well, some were anyway.
But, that was a few months ago, now it's about the present. Amber had been able to get Graverobber in and out of GeneCo freely with out any harm or danger for him. Though he still received evil glares from the ones who disapproved, even Amber's brother Luigi, would harass Graverobber but knew better not to go to far. Pavi on the other hand, didn't mind.
Graverobber never liked going to GeneCo, but he compromised, for as much as Amber visited him in his dinky dump of a home, he'd do the same for her. He loved her, in an odd sense. Their love had been actually pretty strong, and she wasn't really in it for the Zydrate. She said herself to the world she was changing, which meant she was cutting down on Zydrate. But still, a certain unhappiness filled Amber when she was with him, one she couldn't just ask him to change, she already knew his answer.
The problem arose at night mainly, but sometimes, though out any form of day. Amber would almost have to beg him, and by the point in which he gave in, it wasn't worth it. The passion just wasn't there. Amber loved to kiss him. On the cheek, his blackened lips, his neck, his muscular chest. She loved being able to hug him, and wrap herself up next to him when they slept side by side, but the love making part of it was never there.
Sex, of course, what else? Amber for one, was all for it, romantic, kinky, you name it. She wanted it. Graverobber on the other hand, wasn't so much. So, sure he did so for her when it came to sex for Z, but what man wouldn't be in a trance and totally seduced by Amber when approached the way he was those times in the alley. She was drop dead gorgeous he loved her, and he admired her, even if she was a changing wreck.
But something about sex just wasn't his thing. Never so often as Amber wanted it at least. It bugged him, he just couldn't get into that mindset like Amber, or even most human beings could. It was something he could live with out, and still function properly. It wasn't a need. One could say he felt it was a chore. He didn't understand why their love making couldn't be due to their love, and not just because it's something she wanted. It disgusted him.
But that was just the start of their problems, little did he know.