It was better than rust. Lust was a word the Plymouth Fury was all too familiar with and one she could carry within her parts. Ever since the day she had been bought by LeBay, she experienced an ocean of emotions, with disgust and fury her oldest ones. But lust? It was one she hadn't felt until he came into the picture and when he started neglecting her, she almost lost all of its sensations.
Until Arnie showed up.
And she felt reborn like she survived a plague and felt giddy like it was her birthday. His caressing touches, his determination to fix her up, his innocence...she loved that about him. And as long as she could defend him from the freaks who dared to take him away or to hurt him, she was happy lusting after these fine qualities.
A/N: Another quickie drabble dedicated to everyone's favorite Plymouth Fury. Enjoy!