Author's note: My second hit (: Set just after the first O/S – hope you like it! Someone needed to put Sweet in her place! Go Grilo!

Three days after that night, Graverobber was still dreaming about how Shilo looked spread out on her kitchen table as she had been.

He was standing on Crucifixus Corner, waiting for the rush of zaddicts to come a-clamouring and wondering whether he should pick up some cream on the way home to play around with…with Shilo, of course.

Graverobber sighed heavily, throwing his head back against the grimy brick wall – he was thinking about his girl every second he was away from her, and when he was even with her. He couldn't find it in himself to care though – the past ten days had been motherfucking heaven.

Most days, he would deal and then go home to find a horny Shilo with a plate of something delicious, and other days he would deal and then head straight to Shiv's to walk Shilo home…and maybe indulge in a bit of backstreet sex on the way…

Graverobber straightened up as he heard the footfalls of his first customer of the evening – his smirk slid in place and his entire posture shifted to 'I'm-comfortable…but-don't-fuck-with-me'.

He waited in the shadows on the corner, and watched carefully to see who it would be.

His heart stopped when he saw who it was.

"Fuck…"

Graverobber's curse was silent as he ducked into the alley to his right and climbed into the dumpster there – he slid the lid shut over his head and prayed to Jesus that they would just fuck with someone else.

Click… Click… Click…

"I know you're here, G!" Amber Sweet screeched. "You're always here!"

He heard the radio on one of her boy-toys go off and then drift away with the footsteps…but Amber didn't move.

Graverobber knew that much – she was still standing nearby. She was goddamn awful at trying to draw him out – pretending to have left was a five-year-old's game.

Graverobber could hear her growling obscenities about him under her breath…before she hissed menacingly, "What do you want? Get lost – I'm busy here."

"I can see that," a husky voice drawled.

Graverobber growled under his breath, lifting the lid of the dumpster slightly to look out, "Shilo…"

What was she playing at, coming to his work and getting involved with a Largo? It was crazy, stupid…but if Amber or anyone else so much as touched one silky hair on her beautiful head, they were dead-meat.

"I said, get lost!" Amber screeched in Shilo's face.

Shilo smiled, circling her, "You don't remember me, do you?"

Amber looked her up and down and sneered, "Nope. But you need some work, hon'."

Shilo cocked her hip and placed her hand on it invitingly – Graverobber's cock stirred, and he knew she was teasing him from his hiding place on purpose.

"Well, he likes me just the way I am," Shilo smirked.

"He?" Amber asked in a dangerous tone, "He, who?"

"Graverobber."

Amber exploded with rage, "WHAT?"

Shilo looked at her coolly, making Graverobber smirk in his dumpster, "I'm fucking your ex-dealer, sweetheart. He's really very good – isn't he?"

Amber swung for Shilo, but she hadn't counted on Shilo being part cat – Shilo ducked and weaved like her body was made for fighting. She lithely side-stepped Amber a second time, before sending her knee flying into Sweet's face as she bent over from the follow-through of her swing.

"You forget you ever fucking laid eyes on my man – you got that?" Shilo growled, tugging back Amber's hair to straighten her body.

Amber wobbled, her face looking rather misshapen, "Who are…you? He… He's mine! G.R.'s mine!"

Shilo reared back her fist and sent it flying into the plastic bitch's face – Graverobber felt pride and lust overwhelm him.

Get her home… Get her home… We need to feel her wrapped around us… God, our woman is SO fucking hot…

Amber sprawled across the alley ground, and Graverobber heard the loud footfalls of her boy-toys running back to their mistress.

Shilo sent one final scathing look at Amber's unconscious form, before Graverobber jumped out of the dumpster and dragged her towards home.

But she felt so soft and warm beside him, and he couldn't stop sneaking looks at her chest as it heaved with the breaths she took.

When they were close to home, but far from Amber, in a dark and secluded little alley, Graverobber couldn't go another inch without tasting his Shilo in some way.

He pinned her against the brick wall, holding her wrists above her head with one of his hands – his other hand roughly snaked down her perfect and curvaceous body, claiming every inch of it.

"You want me?" He growled against her mouth, before roughly taking it with his.

"Yes!" She gasped – he knew she could never get enough of him.

His hand slipped under the waistband of her dark jeans, to find that she was panty-less – he groaned against her mouth, feeling himself throbbing against her thigh at her teasing.

"You're so bad," he muttered against her skin, tasting her strawberry scent on his tongue.

"Only for you," she breathlessly murmured back, smirking down at him.

Graverobber yanked her jeans halfway down her thighs and turned her around – he let Shilo's hands go, and she braced herself against the brick wall in preparation of the hard fuck that Graverobber was going to give her.

He palmed himself through his black pants, taking in the sight of Shilo spread before him – only for him.

Shilo shivered in the dim light as he lowered his zip – he pulled himself towards her hips with one hand on the small of her back.

"So goddamn beautiful…" He murmured, before thrusting into her tight and wet heat.

He watched Shilo bite her bottom lip as he situated himself deep within her – she was always so tight, and at the angle she was at now…she was even tighter.

Graverobber moaned, grinding himself against her and rubbing against a secret spot so deep within his Shilo that she shuddered and mewled in pleasure.

"You're so stupid…" He growled into Shilo's ear, retreating from her heat, "Sweet could have…arrested you…had you shot…"

His words were punctuated by his deep thrusts, and he watched Shilo's face twist in pleasure as her hands grasped at the cold brick wall he was pushing her against.

Graverobber's hands tightened on her hip and back, marking her ivory flesh, "You're so fucking…lucky…and…so goddamn…hot…"

Shilo laughed breathlessly, "Girl-on…ah!...girl action, Graves?"

Graverobber growled, slamming his hips against hers and moving forward to bite at her pale, exposed shoulder, "Uh-huh… Very hot, Kitten… You…uh…need…ah!...to hit plastic bitches more…often…"

Graverobber felt Shilo spasm around him as his teeth scored her beautiful skin – she cried out as his thrusting became unmerciful pounding, and Graverobber could feel himself on that delicious brink between pleasure and pain.

Shilo tightened around him, finding her release with a soft scream, and decided on which side Graverobber would fall.

He yelled out incoherently into Shilo's neck , spasms rocking his body and sending white-hot pleasure running through his veins – his vision blacked out, giving him glimpses of Shilo's face as she came down from her high looking so beautiful.

Graverobber straightened Shilo's body between his and the wall, and rested against her as he slowly fell back to Earth – he lapped at his bite-marks and stroked Shilo's soft, flat belly, making her smile against his face.

God, how he loved that smile.

"I think we should get back home and see what's on the news…" Shilo chuckled wickedly.

"Something about a woman punching Amber Sweet in the face?" Graverobber suggested with a smirk.

"A beautiful woman," Shilo corrected teasingly.

"A beautiful woman," Graverobber agreed.