This was written by:
Robert Graves (.?id=100002394797884)
and Amber Largo Sweet (.?id=100002249215650).
We both loved what we had created here and wanted to share it with all of you. She's fantastic, by the way. :) Talk to her if you get the chance. She's a fantastic Amber! Love her to death!
It's a unique look at GR and Amber's relationship. Hope you like it! We worked hard! This took an emotional and mental toll on us both!
Graves was bored. It was nights like this that made him feel even his own skin was too tight. The night air was thick with summer heat and made digging up bodies, let alone breathing, practically unbearable. He pushed himself out of his dumpster so his boots scraped along the dirt of the alley, caking into the crevices of his boots and making home there. The support group had been cancelled for the night, due to someone relapsing, or so he assumed. Still, that didn't mean the regulars would stay away. They'd all come crawling in eventually, begging and clawing at him for a hit of that blue glow.
And then he'd get their money, the one fact that drew a smile on his lips. He cared little of who came or why, as long as he reaped some benefit from their little visits. True, there were some people he could say he honestly cared about, those were far too few and they never popped around anyway.
His thoughts were interrupted by the familiar footsteps of two men and one little girl slammed in the middle. His mouth twisted into a knowing, slightly disappointed frown. "Well," he said softly. "Look what the cat dragged in."
She took a glance at the some what empty alley. Her lips curled at their corners into a devious smirk. Her tongue slowly ran it's course along her smooth, painted over dark red lips. She stopped as her valets did, the sound of her clattering heels against broken pavement ceased as the echoes from brick wall to brick wall faded. Amber was back, and for her much needed hit of Z. She folded her arms tight over her chest.
She gave Graverobber a serious look before laying her hand over her Valets chest. She needed not to like him for him, but for what he could supply her. The glow. She was desperate for it this point and found her way out of GeneCo easily. Amber took a step forward pressing her Valets back. She could handle this on her own. The Zydrate peddler was of no harm to her. And quite frankly, only became a burden. "Graves..." She said smoothly as she pressed her lips tightly together.
It was routine, they both new it, and it was inevitable. Not a single word ever really needed to be spoken about the exchange, yet small talk was always made. She asked herself constantly just why and how much she needed Graverobber, but every surgery set it straight. The agony. She wanted to forget it all, and feel absolutely nothing after ever cut.
"Looking lovely," he replied, getting his initial jab in nice and early. Boredom never brought out the best in him, and neither did Amber. It was a shame the two always seemed to collide together. He would have felt bad, if watching her snivel and mope wasn't such a good time.
Graverobber smirked slightly, falling back into the brick wall behind him as he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. There was a natural casualness about what the two did on a daily basis. She would come, get the zydrate, jab at him as he did to her, and then she'd leave. But today...he felt like prolonging the situation every little bit longer. Boredom /did/ bring out the worst in him.
"You know," he replied in a feigned calmness, "before I just...give you the zydrate, I feel I should know what it's for this time," he raised his eyebrows as he mocked concern. "I really am intrigued to know where all my zydrate goes."
Amber rolled her eyes. She knew she looked good. It didn't matter if he truly thought that or not, she loved hearing it. It only drove her addiction to surgery /that/ much more. She unfolded her arms, and let them sway a bit to her sides as they landed at their natural position.
She stepped closer to him and leaned in over her feet a bit as one hand held up the other, a finger pointing to the veins that ran with in her arms. She smirked. "It all goes here!" She said giving blunt snicker. "Heheheh..." She always loved the feeling of that Zydrate gun pressed somewhere against her anatomy. And she loved even more the smooth sting and burn the Zydrate put out once entering her body and flowing through her veins. Poisoning her blood stream.
"Hmph, so you want a little something in return huh, Graverobber?" She said cocking her hip to one side and furrowing her brows. "Well I can't pay you..." She said with a shrug. "All my money went into my last surgery!" Amber kept her focus directly on him. She pushed up her breasts, as if they weren't already noticeable as is, but she felt the need to show off her newest enhancement.
He raised an eyebrow as his eyes traveled downward. True, the girls were quite the tempting offer and part of him was more than willing to accept, but he had made a promise to himself that he would keep this visit very professional.
Well, as professional as he could while hanging in an alleyway.
"Nice try," he said quietly, pulling his jacket over the vials. Out of sight, out of mind. He pulled away from the wall, taking a few, condescending steps around her. "But I need the money, kid, much more than you need another lip injection."
Amber sighed and reached out for him. She grabbed hold on the back of his coat, slinking her hand to the collar of it before pulling him over to her. She frowned and stepped in front of him, looking him over a bit.
"I'm serious Graverobber, I /dont/ have the money!" She stated through gritted teeth. This woman hated being denied of what she wanted. And frankly her needs were more important than his, at least to her. Only a Largo would think this way.
Amber stomped her foot to the ground and shoved him back against the wall. She gave him a smirk, as if calming herself. There was no need to get so angry, not with him. Her patience was, like always, running low. "Graves, I promise next time I'll bring money, but at this moment, I have nothing..." She said almost desperately.
"Give me a break, some other way, just this one time!" She said in a whining tone.
This one time, this one time was the phrase he heard pass through Amber's lips more than a simple breath. He shook his head, trying to shake off the latest crack in his skull as a result of her throwing him around. "You never fail to offer that excuse," he scoffed softly, his deep voice just a murmur in the thick heated air. He took a step away so he could plan out how to exactly plan his next maneuver.
Probably just get a good grip around her throat, smack her skull into some bricks seemed to be a suitable payback. "Yet," he finished, his tone dramatic and knowing all at the same time. "Yet you never follow through on that promise, kiddo."
He then slipped his hand around her throat and in one step forward her knocked her head against a brick. "Don't lie to me, Amber, dear. You're cheating me out of money and you know it. I'm supposed to believe," his tone was raising slightly with each word, completely unintentional. "That Miss Moneybags is completely out of dough?"
Amber hissed a bit at his actions and pouted. She shifted against his grasp on her. She cut him a glare and shoved him a bit. But she couldn't help but come to a maleficent grin. "/Don't/ make me get the GeneCops involved...you /really/ wont want that!" She threatened.
Amber pressed her hips to his lightly and chuckled. "You know, I do have another way to pay..." She said blinking a few times and taking a deep breath. Her small lips parted, amused and curious to see his reaction to her, soon to be offer.
"I can just spare you the time, not get GeneCo involved and we can be on our way like always, my daddy is made of money, not me..." She clarified. "So even with the money I get, and end up making from my appearances at GeneCo events, it all goes to my surgeries..." Amber explained as she ran a hand down his chest playfully.
He smirked, shaking his head slightly as she made her case. He would have mocked her for threatening to call the GeneCops, something he never really believed she would do, but there was a small pang of fear in his heart that she would sell him down the river and he would end up being just another corpse for another graverobber.
Still, he had be strong if he wanted his money. He sighed slightly, pinching his eyes shut as she made her tempting counter offer. "So you mean to tell me I'll never get my money?" he scoffed, playing with a strand of her hair. She was a little too close for his comfort, and a little too tempting, but all in all, he would remain strong through all of this.
It was a shame he was so bored. Boredom seemed to be the one element that would bring his ultimate downfall.
"Graves..." She said now letting her hand fall off his chest. She sighed and wondered how much longer he could resist her attempts at an alternative form of paying.
She could honestly seduce him right then and there. So she thought. Amber shrugged. "You'll get your money, no worries..." She said, a bluff on her part until she could find a way to pay for both Surgery and Zydrate all at once. Which she figured would be impossible. Her surgeries came first.
"For now why dont you just settle for what I am more than willing to offer you..." She said running a hand down her body and giving a slight moan, a rather playful and teasing one. Amber arched her back and pressed her shoulder blades against the brick wall. "Come on Graverobber, we can both benefit from this one..." She purred. "And you're looking a bit stressed, you can work it off on me, if you can handle me!" She chimed teasingly, as if challenging him to do this.
If there had been any purer form of torture, Graverobber had yet to experience. The longer she stayed near him, the harder and harder it became for him to remember the mission at hand. He pressed his teeth down on his lower lip, looking at the evil little temptress as she pranced around in front of him.
In another passing four seconds, he would have bitten through his lower lip. "Nice try," he scoffed, tearing away completely and taking a few, safe steps away from her for his own safety. "Don't play me like I can't read you like a book, Amber." He smiled at her, seeing right through her little game now that he had regained full control. "This has been going on for far too long with far too few benefits...for me."
Amber groaned and let her hands fall like dead weights. She huffed, causing her bangs to fly up a bit. She rolled her eyes. 'Un-fuckng-believeable' she thought to herself. She wasn't planning on leaving until she got a hit.
Amber crossed her arms now over her chest. She wondered what she had to do. She wasnt about to throw herself at him, but a little forcefulness never hurt. She looked back at her Eunuch Valets, whom looked eager to just go. She shrugged it off and hummed.
"You know, I'm not quite sure you're worth my time anymore Graverobber..." She said smirking as she pushed herself off the building and walked herself over to her Valets. She looked back at him, taking her stance in the middle of them.
"But, if I cant have my Zydrate, nor can anyone else...you...leave me no choice..." She said taking a few steps away.
Damn the coward that resided in his being.
He wished he had the audacity to scoff at her threat, take the beating like a man and just let it all go. But he was a selfish creature by habit and he would protect his own interests over those of others.
And now...the interest was his own life.
"You tricky, little, bitch," he spat through clenched teeth, reaching for a spare vial in his pouch. He plucked one out between his forefinger and thumb, holding it out just a few inches in front of him, waiting for her to take it. His jaw was set in a firm, unflinching frown. "Do tell me, Amber, what exactly is it like to get everything you want?"
She smirked and turned around now fully. Amber skipped over to him and took a long gaze at the glow. She nearly moaned in excitement. Her eyes lit up happily as her fingers wrapped around the vile. Yet her other hand snaked around his neck and pulled him close.
She drew their faces close and brought her lips up to his cheek, grazing them over his skin ever so lightly until she reached his ear. "It's like fucking heaven!" She said in a low whisper. "And...I do /ever/ so thank you, Graverobber!" Her hand wrapped tighter around the vial, as she stood where she was, keeping that same position she had herself in.
"I'm very glad your happy," he muttered jadedly, though despite himself she did draw a smirk onto his lips. There was something about Amber that got his blood boiling and got him to be the slightest bit emotional. Even if that emotion was pure, raw anger.
He lifted his head a few inches from hers, happy his height gave him some thinking room. If she wanted to play him and take all he's worth, the least he could do was play with her head a little bit. Give her something she may not even care about but would mull over for a wee bit. "But I think you have a point...about me dealing to you..."
Amber took a step back, securely holding the vial in her grasp. She looked at him and furrowed her brow in a confused manner. "And, aaah...just what do you mean by that, Graverobber?" She said. She slit her eyes harshly as if trying to figure his words out.
"What, the fuck...A-are you talking about, tell me!" She demanded in a rushed tone. She'd throw a Largo fit soon if he wouldn't say. She'd be damned if he was just going to leave her wondering.
She was tempted to pull him right back, in that comfortable position she had mangled herself up in, because she had to admit, his touch, even if he wasn't directly setting his hands on her, gave her a sense of safe pleasure. Even if she was just leaning against him. She'd refrain from doing so.
Now her walls were up and she'd keep her distance until she figured out what he was talking about.
The reaction was almost picture perfect. It took all he had to not smile broadly at her right then and there.
"You brought up a very good point," he said in his best attempt at an agreeable tone, taking careful steps around her as he looked down at her. "Why deal to you when it's so difficult for both of us?" He shrugged non-commitally as he stopped right in front of her. "You never have money, I'm never quite as agreeable to your payments as you;d like," he leaned in, smirking slightly as he muttered. "Maybe I should cut you off, seeing as you have access to GeneCo's zydrate, I'm sure. Why have the middle man?"
Amber stepped back from him. She wasn't even going to bring up the fact that she could have the Repo Man all over his ass when ever she wanted. She was in too much shock at his brave statement to really even think clearly. She narrowed her eyes. Amber for once felt the need to just leave. And suddenly, she felt a guilt trip, such a feeling she never had.
Amber hissed a bit, her upper lip quivering in frustration. She turned to one of her valets who had been carrying her jacket and yanked it from him. She dug around in the pockets for a while before pulling out a wad of cash. She licked her lips, and made her way back over to Graverobber.
"You're such a prick, Graverobber!" She said throwing it at him. "If that doesn't shut you up, I don't know what will!" She yelled at him, her voice echoed and she bit her bottom lip as she brought a hand to her mouth.
She was more pissed at herself for letting this get to her, and giving in to his taunts.
With a satisfied grin, he plucked wad of cash from her hands and jammed it in his pocket. "Pleasure as always, Miss Sweet," he scoffed, ready and willing to turn around and leave her in the alley to deal with whatever humanity still crawled and struggled to live under that plastic frame.
But something about that humanity pricked him and with a slight grimacing snarl, he turned back and looked at her. She somehow evoked some form of humanity that now was displayed on her face no matter how she tried to hide it. He would have offered to comfort him, but the bitch would have his head for even hinting she may have had a weakness. But then again, he couldn't very well just leave her there in some...emotional state. He sighed, closing his eyes and leaning back against the brick wall.
"I take it you want to come back?" he inquired, partly to continue being an ass as was his reputation but also to try and ease her into comfortable conversation. That pang of coward in his heart also led way to his humanity, which he may have despised even more.
Amber snarled and gave him the finger. It was never a good idea to piss her off. She would simply just have to admit he had one this time, though she hated the thought of that. "You're cunt, Graverobber!" She said this solely out of anger.
Amber turned once more to go, not wanting to deal with this. "And NO, I dont want to come back...i'll find means of getting Zydrate from someone else!" She hissed and shoved her Eunuch Valets forward harshly.
His pang of humanity fled from his heart as soon as it had appeared. He smirked, nodding curtly as he continued to go the opposite way in his alley, hands jammed in his pockets. "As you wish, Miss Sweet," he replied coolly, watching her again saunter off into the night. She would keep to herself for awhile, she was that stubborn. But he did have a small, inkling of a feeling she'd come back. They always came back.
Amber lazily dragged herself down the Alley, it was barely even night, the sun or what people thought was still a shining star of day, buried in city fog and corruption was still out. She looked down each corner of each alley, trying to figure out where Graverobber had been.
Of course she'd be coming back, it was a joke to think that she wouldn't. She was so dependent on him it became pathetic. She hadn't come around for about a month though, which means she had a lot less major surgeries that required a needed dose of Z. She sighed. She was hating herself for going back, but it couldn't be helped.
Amber finally set her eyes on a silhouette which matched his figure perfectly. She /knew/ it was him. She took a few steps closer until the light showed its proof. He was surround by a few scalpel sluts. She rolled her eyes. Nevertheless, she found herself standing in front of him, her arms folded over her chest and hips cocked to one side. She played off her pathetic low pride with a catty smirk as she pushed a Z whore out of her way.
Graves really hadn't been paying the ladies too much attention until he saw one of them go flying towards the pavement. Confused, he looked up and saw Amber-or someone he assumed was Amber, the surgery around her face made it difficult to decipher exactly who it was. But she had the bitchy little smile and folded arms down to a pat, so he figured he'd been right all along and Amber had come crawling back after all.
True, he'd let the idea go through his mind that she really did leave him for good, but he would never admit that. And furthermore, he would never even admit to himself that the threat of her abandonment had twisted his stomach ever so slightly and sent him into this calm panic. It's not like he needed her to be around, but she was his favourite little client.
"Go fuck yourself, Graves!" She said still holding her little smirk. She licked her lips and stepped up to him. She tilted her head to the side as if evaluating him. "Be a good boy, and give me a hit..." She demanded and leaned against him.
She really hoped he wouldn't bring up anything about knowing she'd come back. She didn't want to think about how much more desperate she looked. Amber curled her fingers into his belt loops and tugged him forward a bit. "While you're at it, tell me...how've you been?" She said and pressed her lips to his neck, nipping gently. Amber giggled playfully as she did this, keeping her body close to his.
Still, she could never know that. "Well," he said with wide eyes. "Look who did come back after all."
Graverobber didn't push her away this time, not right away anyway. It had been awhile since he'd seen her and some sick, twisted little part of him actually missed her, or something about her, since the little bitch actually did nothing but drive him insane.
"Been all right," he muttered calmly, reaching into his pouch and plucking out a little vial. "I've been incredibly busy, almost forgot about you coming around." Sure, it was an obvious tactic at pissing her off and she would no doubtedly see right through it, but he was still a little jaded she'd left at all. His damn emotions would be the end all of him. "Now," he began serenely. "How are you planning on paying?"
Amber purred and looked at the vial he had reached for. She looked back over at him and shrugged. She felt like being horribly rude about this all. But she wouldn't be. She had a change in plans. "With cash..." She said, still kissing at his neck. Her hands pressed firmly to the sides of his body now as she smiled. Amber sucked lightly at his neck, until satisfied with the mark she had left.
He bit down on his lip and closed his eyes as he tried to feign some form of calmness in a very unnerving situation. "Really now?" he asked, his voice now strained with efforts to be composed. He'd punish himself later for being so easily swayed, but right now it was better to just stay focused on the mission at hand.
"Well, then pay up."
Amber pulled back and with a smile. She held up the cash and waited for him to take her offering. She held a firm grip on it little did he know. She wasnt going to give up the cash so easily. She had a little something in mind.
Amber grinned deviously and looked at their surroundings. She gave a light sigh, then a shrug. 'no matter...' she thought to herself. Still holding his payment for him to eventually take.
He grimaced at her, reaching for the cash and expecting it to easily be plucked from her grasp. When instead his fingers snapped back empty handed, his thumb and forefinger clapping together, he closed his eyes and sighed. She seemed to live to make his life a living hell. For a brief moment he let the idea pass through his head that in fact he was in hell and this was his torture.
"What...do you want?" he spat back through clenched teeth.
Amber grinned and slipped the money into his hand, as well as her other hand reaching for his now free hand and forcing it upon her body. She ran it down along the curves of her figure and smirked.
"I think you deserve a good break, why not come up and try my new parts eh?" She said and pulled him back as close as he was moments prior to this.
She purred and now ran his hand back up her body, and repeating the process. She gave s begging gasp before parting her lips to speak. "That and admit to how much you've missed me Graverobber!" She snickered.
He was so close, he could feel every curve and hear every little moan. He was so close to her, so close to just...giving in. He had his money, after all, what would be the harm in just...letting go for a little while. But then he'd snapped. Then she'd said the one thing he never would admit to even himself.
That /he/ missed /her/. Her, of all people. The one person who had screwed him over multiple times somehow had the idea that he missed her. And he was not only mad she'd figured him out but offended she had the idea that he too had emotions! Emotions to be associated with her.
He smirked, growling slightly as he put the cash in his pocket, freeing up his other hand so he could gently run his fingertips over her neck. Oh, how she thought she had him.
"Close, Amber," he muttered. "Really close." He then completely ripped away, an action that pained him almost as muich as he hoped it pained her. Giviing her a satisfied raising of his eyebrows he then fully turned his body towards some little scalpel slut who held none of his interest.
No one insinuated that Graves had emotions and got away with it scott free.
Amber's jaw dropped. She was ready to just shove him and beat at him the best she could. But she some how refrained from that. She really began to think it wasnt worth her time anymore. She gritted her teeth.
Rather than being violent she'd just be the verbal bitch she was. Despite her anger, she smirked.
"Why dont you just man up Graverobber, quit acting like a fucking kid!" She hissed. "What...are you to afraid to admit you're human, you think you're too good to share some common emotion?" She laughed as she thought up a whole list of things she could use against him. "Haha, well you mind as well go sleep in those graves!" She didnt mean it as a GeneCo threat this time. She was just insinuating him to be a necrophiliac. "You make me sick!" Amber tapped her fingers against her shoulders as she held herself. She sighed.
"And to think, I actually came back..."
Oh, the old 'sleep with the dead' crack. If he had a nickel...he sighed, closing his eyes as her jabs pricked at the unfeeling mass, or what yearned to be the unfeeling mass. The worst was she knew, she could see right through him and note that he was just a big bundle of ignored and neglected need.
But what made her any different? "Says the woman," he began slowly, trying to build upon his insult. "Underneath a plastic face? You dare imply I'm afraid of my own emotions..."
Good starting place, now he had something to work with. "You came back all on your own." he implied dramatically, whipping around and leaving the blue haired slut to ramble on her own. "Yet why? Why is what you'll never admit, Amber, and I'm the one who fears my own emotions!" His voice raised in anger and he took a breath to regain his composure. "Don't put me on a category with everyone else you wouldn't dare even associate with, Miss Sweet." He smirked warningly, shaking his head. "I would never belittle you that way."
"Sure you would, you know you would, if I pressed a bit further with your insecure ass, you'd belittle me until I was buried in bloody tears!" She yelled at him. She frowned and wrapped her arms tighter around her body. She wouldnt dare look up at him now. She was done. "You arent any different..." She said softly. "You're just as judgmental as anyone else..." She took a few steps back.
Ambers hair fell in front of her face as turned to the side a bit. "No one likes a liar Graverobber, but you wont have to admit shit to me, I already know!" She gave a smirk, but it didnt last. She was in no way satisfied with herself right now. Such a tedious argument.
"I guess, I'll go...I...I dont even want the Zydrate...keep the cash..." She whispered now turning fully away from him but not exactly leaving just then. She ran a hand over her face pressing roughly at her cheek bones. His comment about her 'plastic face' began eating away at her, just like the pressures to be perfect had done before any of her surgery needs took over. She herself, was just as insecure.
...goddamn that pang of humanity. He hated her in that one moment more than he ever had when she screwed him over, when she robbed him and left him wondering when she'd be back. And he only hated her more because she made him question himself.
"I'm sorry," he muttered reluctantly, just giving the sad little girl some type of win, some form of victory in a world that ruined her. It was simple, sure, but he wasn't one for elaborate apologies, even when he knew he was blatantly wrong. He didn't want to make a bigger deal out of it either, knowing that would just upset her even more, if he drew attention to her very emotional response. If he was to break the cycle of their sick little relationship, it would have been wise to let her go. But there was something in him that couldn't quite let her go, let their bond go.
For that alone, he let her win. "I'm a dick," he admitted. "And for that, I'm sorry."
Amber looked over her shoulder at him and shrugged. "You dont mean it..." She said and began to walk away. She wasn't going to try and build a more trusting bond out of such a horribly disfunctional relationship. No strings attached was the way they both worked. How they both agreed to work.
She feared she was wanting just a bit more. And she couldnt let that happen. She strangely always felt protective over him, in a sense. She was never sure if she'd really call the GeneCops on him, ratting him out just didnt seem right. If anything she'd step in the cross fire in the event that he had been somehow caught. The woman still had some form of compassion.
Amber sighed and shook her head, maybe she wasnt thinking clearly, but she was sure she just wanted to go. "You know Graves, I have a company to try and win over in the near future, maybe I should just grow up and focus on that..." She said as she let herself go from the hug she had been self bundled up in. "This drug and surgery obsession is only hurting me..." She sighed. It was hurting her in more ways than one. And she knew it.
It hurt, as odd as it was, it hurt that she was ready and willing to grow up and pull away from him. Sure, it was smart and it was right but...he almost laughed aloud as he stood there, frozen in some icy, horrified shock. "Then, maybe you should go," he replied coldly, shutting his mouth quickly before more than he wanted could escape his lips.
He might have even asked her to stay, tell her to wait. But he shouldn't-couldn't. Part of it was selfish, she was his Amber after all. As much as she needed him, he needed her around. Without her around...
"Wouldn't want to have the head of GeneCo associate with...someone like me," he shot back coldly. "In a place like this..." he didn't mean a word, but he wanted to be spiteful. He wanted to hurt her like she was hurting him. But...part of him wanted her to know it was a lie.
Amber bit her lip. A simple gasp and a whimper escaped her as she covered her mouth. There was no way she could turn and say another thing to him with out breaking down into a sobbing mess.
She secretly wanted him to pull her back, and tell her not to go. She wanted him to use some smart ass remark as to how she couldnt just leave, because she wasn't strong enough. And she really wasn't. It was all just a simple bluff. And now she'd be forced to live it out. Or at least try. She was sick of going back on her words.
But she knew better than anyone. She knew that the second she let that whimper of pain and disbelief out, that Graverobber knew she was shattered inside. She felt like running, but she hadn't the energy. Amber would just take her leave calmly, as she fought back tears. Her heels like always clattered, but lightly, as if following the sounds of her broken pride.
She tried to push all her thoughts back, and behind her, to where Graverobber stood, she believed that is where they should stay. She wouldn't bare to look back to see how far away she was from him now. That and to avoid any possible temptation for her to run back to him.
She'd never admit it, but she'd be damned if he'd ever replaced her with another woman. She always just assumed, she was his, and he was hers. In terms of favorites, but it even seemed to work in terms of emotions now.
Not a word. Not one snarky little eyeroll or little huff or even a goodbye. He knew in that very moment he'd broken her, he'd shattered everything she was. His guilt tied his stomach in knots and he felt his jaw clench so tightly it felt like popping. She was walking away from him, from everything they had and she wouldn't give him anything. Anything...
He felt his heart lurch and he bit down do hard on his lip he drew forth blood. "Amber!" he snarled, his voice caught somewhere between a shout and a cry and some bitter, distraught rage. She couldn't leave without a word. She was his Amber.
Amber heard her name and stopped. Though she regretted just stopping even if she hadnt fully turned around. Just by her sudden acknowledgement of his voice led her to think she was going to give in.
She took another step forward, stopped again and clenched her eyes closed. She puffed her cheeks out doing her best to just stay composed and keep going. Amber kept walking.
It wasnt worth her time. "He's not worth it..." she repeated in her head before stopping and biting the inside of her cheek. She knew she had given in that second. Amber threw her hands to her face and rubbed her watery eyes, as dry as she could. She then took a deep breath and turned to him.
"What?" she said, her voice cracked and she didnt move an inch towards him. She was so pissed for not ignoring him. She was almost out of that alley. It wouldnt have been long til she could have turned that corner and ran home. She could have gone and cried, broke stuff, made a mess from frustration or even yell at someone. But she just /had/ to turn around.
The minute she turned around, he felt his entire body tense. She had him, she had to know she had him under tooth and nail no matter how badly he acted like he loathed her. The acknowledgement of how he felt only made him angrier at the sight of her.
But he'd be damned if he let her walk away. There was something in him that wouldn't let her go, she was his Amber. She had plenty of other options for zydrate and she came to him, he had to mean something. And she meant something to him no matter how he denied it. No matter how many times he scoffed at her or mocked that plastic little face, he was too understanding of the girl inside that little shell to just let her leave him there.
"Don't," he stammered, closing his eyes as he let the emotions forth, though he tried to restrain them and keep them inside and keep himself safe. All he could muster was don't, the simple phrase he hoped would keep her there until he could talk to her like he usually did, keep it mean so he could be at a safe distance but keep her close by.
"Just...don't."
Amber bit at her nail nervously. She wasn't sure what to do. She took a step back, to turn away and keep going. But with her next thoughts and sudden action she couldnt. She ran, but not away, she ran towards him until her body hit his. She tackled him and didn't care if either of them was hurt on the way down. No pain could amount to how she felt at that moment.
She wanted so baldy to just punch the living daylights out of him, but she also wanted to just rest against him, like she had been now, as they laid on the cool concrete of the alley.
Amber cuddled herself into him, her cheek resting comfortably on the fur of his coat. She said nothing as she pressed her weight against him, she wasn't planning on even trying to get up until he decided to.
He wrapped his arms around her as tightly as he could, feeling himself shaking with an overwhelming burst of emotions as he just held her close to him. He wanted to say something and he bit down on his lip to refrain from letting any emotional burst out. He was anxious, not quite happy or confused, just anxious. This was the closest he'd ever been to admitting he gave a shit about her and he didn't know exactly where to go from there, from just holding her.
"I'm sorry," he muttered through his closed lips into her hair. It was all he could do to keep himself sane, let it out in little murmurs here and there.
Amber sighed heavily as she laid her hands on the pavement, to hold her self up and above him. Her legs on either side of his body. She looked down at him, she was just as anxious and confused as he had been.
The whole thing was petty. But it was because they were petty. Both much too immature and filled with their high and mighty pride to give in, and when they both finally did, it sent them into a dark silence. She hadnt a clue what to say. So she said nothing.
Amber leaned in and kissed him. Like she wanted, all along. Not because it was a lust thing, but because she really didn't know what to do with herself now. She closed her eyes and let comfort settle in.
He ran a hand over her hair, kissing her back in a state of confused bliss and need to do something with himself so his anxiety didn't fester into something more. For a moment he wondered if the other scalpel sluts were around them as the laid sprawled out on the pavement. If they were smart, they'd leave them alone with the knowledge they were unwanted at that moment. But they were only a passing thought. He turned his head away after a little bit and sighed, not knowing where to take what was happening around them. They couldn't just lay there forever.
"You know you're my girl," he muttered softly, looking her in the eye. "You know that, Amber."
She sighed and looked him over a few times before nodding. She gave a smile. This moment couldn't have gotten any more awkward, and for them both.
She rolled her eyes before speaking. "Yes, I know...I-I mean, in a sense, Ive always known..." She said and stroked his cheek before standing up. She leaned over and offered him a hand. "But, you're also what I'd like to call mine, despite the many Z sluts who come around for you..." She added.
Amber could be horribly possessive, but for reasons, she knew he was strictly business and there was no need to become such a rat about what was truly hers.
He pushed himself up and dusted his jacket off, smirking at her in that cocky little way of his. "I'm your property?" he inquired with an irked eyrbrow, his smile wickedly playful as he adjusted his gloves. He didn't mind knowing he was hers, as long as he didn't get a reputation as her bitch. She'd keep him safe, he knew that much, as long as he remained her property.
And secretly, he enjoyed knowing she'd be around, knowing that she wanted him all to herself. He would have apologized once more, but it wouldn't be him to do. It wouldn't be their relationship if he consistently gave a damn.
Amber shook her head. She couldnt believe all this happened just because they were stubborn. She couldnt help but laugh also at this matter. She would just have to shrug it all off.
Amber looked back at him and shrugged. "I-I guess...Im sorry too!" She stated, looking up at him with soft eyes and a reassuing nod. "I am...I really am..." She said. She looked around. She felt a bit awkward. had there been anyone around, they just saw the softest side there was to see of her.
He smirked at her affectionately, shaking his head at the whole thing. "Apology accepted," he said quietly, though he wasn't sure why she was apologizing. But then again why the hell had apologized. Like he had thought earlier, both of them were bundles of need, of unrequited want and love that had just had the misfortune of finding each other. "And I'll never tell of the emotions seen tonight," he said, reaching out and patting her shoulder. His little Amber.
She smiled at his touch. The one thing she knew she'd need more than the drug if it came down to a pick and choose type of thing. She closed her eyes for a moment before peeking through one eye and poking at him. "So, I can keep coming for Zydrate eh?" She said pushing him back a little in a playful manner.
He took a step back to prevent a stumble and he smiled. "Of course you can, Miss Sweet," he said with a small smile, tearing his gloves from his pocket and yanking them over his hands. "You're my girl," he finished simply. The moment had passed, the comfort was back in the thick summer air and all they could do was bask in the comfortable silence before it became too much to bear. "Gonna go get you some more zydrate...you're more than welcome to come see the bodies and get it..."
Amber bit her lower lip. She never would have thought to go, but then again, she never would have fought the offer. She smiled and nodded. "Sure, I don't see the harm...they're dead anyways..." She said nonchalantly. She never gave much thought or care into the graveyard. The majority of people there because they couldnt pay an organ loan. She never thought about who's mom or dad she'd be stumbling across, or whose neighbor, aunt or uncle would be burried or thrown there. She never would care either way. She had no reality of this. And she doubt Graves ever cared, he only wanted to make a living off of the drug dealing he did. It was simple.