Strobelight

Amon/Robin

A/N: For zeplum's correct answer to my song/drabble meme. For those of you reading "Adam," consider this a snippet from a few chapters in the future. grins

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The beat was deep and insidious, dragging out of him everything he'd tried to deny from the day she'd entered Raven's Flat. He shifted his gaze, the fall of his black hair a convenient shield against her pull.

But the dance club, it seemed, was against him, strobelights freezing each tentatively seductive movement of her hips. His hands slid up her sides, caressing the image.

His training and self-restraint, though they screamed words of accusation, were overpowered by the thudding of the bass and synthetic wail of the chorus.

Three beats to the bar and their bodies moved as one.