Fic: Nothing At All, Repo!
Feb. 11th, 2009 11:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moonlettuceTitle: Nothing At All
Author: Claire
Pairing: Graverobber/Amber, Graverobber/Shilo, Shilo/Amber
Rating: PG
Summary: You shouldn't be here.
Notes: Originally written for the following prompt in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic: Repo!, Amber Sweet/author's choice, Zydrate Anatomy.
You shouldn't be here. You should have listened to your father when he told you to stay inside, that it was dangerous and wrong out there. But you knew better. You went out and then his hand was in yours, pulling you through the streets in his wake, through filth and darkness until they're surrounding you, begging for what he's holding.
They're on their knees, hands clawing at him like he's a saviour as he hands out redemption in little glass vials. Hands them out until she shows up, an angel clad in sin, and it's not them on their knees any more, but him. On his knees and a hand moving slowly up her thigh as the zydrate gun presses to her skin. She arches as the gun goes off, body jerking, and he glances at you before he leans forward and licks the patch of flesh he injected.
You watch and wonder, wonder what it would be like to have his hands sliding over you, what it would be like to be the one kneeling before her.
And you take a step forward, ready to feel, but then the sirens go off and his hand is in yours and you're running again.
Author: Claire
Pairing: Graverobber/Amber, Graverobber/Shilo, Shilo/Amber
Rating: PG
Summary: You shouldn't be here.
Notes: Originally written for the following prompt in
comment_fic: Repo!, Amber Sweet/author's choice, Zydrate Anatomy.You shouldn't be here. You should have listened to your father when he told you to stay inside, that it was dangerous and wrong out there. But you knew better. You went out and then his hand was in yours, pulling you through the streets in his wake, through filth and darkness until they're surrounding you, begging for what he's holding.
They're on their knees, hands clawing at him like he's a saviour as he hands out redemption in little glass vials. Hands them out until she shows up, an angel clad in sin, and it's not them on their knees any more, but him. On his knees and a hand moving slowly up her thigh as the zydrate gun presses to her skin. She arches as the gun goes off, body jerking, and he glances at you before he leans forward and licks the patch of flesh he injected.
You watch and wonder, wonder what it would be like to have his hands sliding over you, what it would be like to be the one kneeling before her.
And you take a step forward, ready to feel, but then the sirens go off and his hand is in yours and you're running again.
