"Who's crying now?"

[obanje]

SMUT FIC. Okay, not really, but there is sex. I was trying to go for something a little darker, and it was working...right up until the end. Oh, well, we'll get there. Also, this is named for the song "Dirge" by Death in Las Vegas, which I may or may not have listened to while writing this.

Comments

[merielrose]

I needed that. :P

Also, I love you forever.

[merielrose]

Did I mention that this was hot?

[obanje]

Oh, you just read it because you saw the word 'smut'. lol

Really? That was my first actual sex scene; looks like I'm moving up in the world.

[merielrose]

Of course I read it for the sex (which was also very well written), hahaha! But other than making me incredibly weak in the loins, I'm madly curious about what kind of dystopia you've created, or if the plate and the sky are metaphors for something else.

[obanje]

Pervert. For shame. :D

It's just a layered city; there's this "plate" that seperates the lower half with the upper half. People like Rachel would never venture about the plate because she's too poor, and if you have no money, you don't survive above the plate. Lots of men from the plate like to go "slumming" because beneath the plate is full of whores and drug dealers--and honest people like Rachel, but the others are more fun to talk about. So, Jesse was one of those men who came down from the plate to party, and ending up meeting Rachel. And now they have sex. (And are in love, but neither one would say anything.)