Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or elements in this story that appear in the film "Repo! The Genetic Opera".
A/N: This piece - and others in this collection - are from drabble/one-shot prompts I've received on my Amber Sweet RP blog. Unless otherwise noted, assume all pieces are unconnected.
Summary: GraveRobber and Amber spend a tenderer than usual night in a hotel.
It was a rare night Amber and GraveRobber fucked somewhere besides a back alleyway. But the way Amber saw it, if she was going to do this without the glow, it better be fucking good. She'd made reservations at a swanky, but discreet hotel and they had the room to themselves.
"Take off your shirt," she instructed.
"Cut the dominatrix crap," GraveRobber said, sitting on the bed. "It's fucking weird in here."
Amber sneered, but the snarl died on her lips. He had a point. The lacy window trimmings, the plushy mattress, the sprawling en suite bathroom… It didn't jive with their usual quick, dirty bit of rough. She put her hands to her side.
"Come on," she said. "Work with me here. This was your idea."
"No," said GraveRobber. "I asked if you would fuck me without getting Z-ed up for it.You were the one who turned this into 'Pretty Woman'. I was perfectly happy having you fuck me in the dumpster."
Amber sat down on the bed beside him. Usually, they did it in the dim streetlight. Right now, the overhead light to the hotel room was on and it made GraveRobber's white makeup and multi-colored hair look more garish than usual. She was sure she looked just as waxy, just as clownish in her make-up and corset.
"Well, we're here now," she said. "So, we might's well get this over with."
"Mmm," said GraveRobber. "Nothing gets my motor running like 'might's well get this over with'."
"Just take your goddamn shirt off," Amber said wearily. "Please."
She never said please. And GraveRobber hesitated. But then he slid the fabric over his head to reveal his chest.
"Happy?" he asked.
Amber had never seen him shirtless before. He had a firm chest. Harrier than she imagined. Not that she'd ever wasted much time imagining his chest… A long, thin ribbon of reddish white went down his left pec. Instinctively, Amber touched it. She could feel GraveRobber flinch. She traced her fingers over the sore place gingerly. She hadn't expected that.
"What happened?"
"Knife fight," he said. She looked at him, wondering if he could possibly be serious. "It wasn't a repossession, if that's what you're thinking."
Beneath her hand, she could feel his heart pumping. It definitely wasn't a surgical scar.
"You don't have to tell me," said Amber.
"Good," GraveRobber said. "I wasn't going to."
Amber rolled her eyes. She trailed her hands over his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles and his sternum. But always, she returned to the strange mark on his chest. It fascinated her. Concerned her. Also aroused her. She didn't always think of GraveRobber as a person. Seeing him as one made him more interesting. More desirable.
Amber planted a kiss to the mark. She looked up and met his gaze. There was surprise in his Zydrate-colored eyes. Surprise and curiosity. As if he hadn't actually expected her to kiss him anywhere, let alone there and then, slowly, she kissed downwards, swirling her lips and tongue against the exposed flesh. She'd never kissed him anywhere but the lips and the neck. She'd given him blowjobs, but that was hardly considered a kiss. This wasn't the place for roughhousing and quick suck-offs. They'd never tried gentle foreplay before… Tonight was going to be a night of firsts. And Amber was always one for trying something new…