(Author's Note: There's been a few questions, but one I CAN answer (without giving the plot away or anything) is how fast Shilo's hair grew. I personally know how fast hair grows after finishing with that kind of medication – it grows back thick and fast like a mother.)


Shilo turned left at the top of the staircase and Graverobber followed her into a room at the end of the hall there.

"You can use the bathroom through there if you want, and you can sleep in here, too," Shilo said softly, and Graverobber let out a long, low whistle.

The room was the finest thing he'd ever seen – elegantly papered walls, gilded-framed paintings, antique furniture, a huge sleigh bed…

What was this girl thinking? He was a dirty street rat…

"Hey, Kid – you sure you want me in here?" He asked, and Shilo turned from a painting she was looking at and cocked her head in a way that Graverobber vividly remembered as Shilo's 'confused' face.

"Of course – this is the guest bedroom. We never had any guests before, but I know I'd classify you as one," she smiled and Graverobber found himself smiling back.

"Alright, then – now, scram, Kid. Unless you want to see what a wet, naked man looks like," he smirked, and instead of getting Shilo to blush, she smirked right back.

"I already know, thank you – but your interest in my education is greatly appreciated," and with that she disappeared out of the door, leaving the very stunned Graverobber staring after her.

When he came out of his stupor, he growled with desire – no one had ever shocked him like Shilo had, and it turned him on to extremes.

He stalked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. While he waited for it to warm up, he wondered why he was so damn agitated all of a sudden. He rewound the encounter in his mind, and he realised immediately what he didn't like – Shilo had already seen a wet naked man.

Graverobber wasn't sure but he could guess that amounted to some kind of sex-play, and that was what he didn't like – Shilo was his.

Was he jealous?

Yes.

"Damn, Kid," he muttered, stripping off all his clothes and his boots, and leaving them in a grubby pile on the pristine, white floor.

He felt better as the hot water cascaded over his skin, washing away all the grime of living on the streets. He rubbed at his face, his make-up disintegrating instantly. He loved the feel of the hot water on his bare skin. But as soon as that thought came, it fled – the hot water rushed over his now-clean skin and made his desire flame.

He could imagine Shilo feeling as warm as this on his body…

"I'll clean these up for you, if you want?" A soft voice suddenly said, and it was extremely close-by.

Graverobber spun around to see Shilo holding his dirty clothes in her arms. The first thing he thought was that Shilo looked even more enticing now that she'd taken off the large jumper, and was showing off her curvy body in a lacy, dark blue camisole. The second was that she had been amazingly silent as she came in, and the Graverobber was not a man who had ever been snuck up on. Thirdly…she was very close, and he was very, very naked.

He groaned audibly.

"Shall I wash them?" She asked again, and Graverobber could do nothing but nod. "I'll put some clothes on the bed for you to wear for now, until yours are dry."

With that, she disappeared as silently as she had entered.

Graverobber could feel his erection pulsing slightly, in an almost painful way, and he cursed Shilo's sexy new body – the new body, that when mixed with her innocence and feistiness, was a deadly and appealing combination.

He washed off the rest of his body roughly, trying not to linger in any one place too long – his whole body was on fire now, and extremely sensitive. He let his ardour settle a little, before turning off the shower and grabbing a fluffy, white towel.

Graverobber knew his multi-coloured hair would always stay a complete mess, so he just rubbed the towel over it roughly, enjoying the sensations it evoked. He wandered back into the bedroom, his naked body still dripping wet, and looked over the clothes that Shilo had left on the bed.

His eyebrows rose considerably.

Graverobber had expected something…smart, almost – probably something that had once belonged to Nathan Wallace – but on the bed was a pair of worn, black, leather pants and a fantastically coloured shirt.

"Wow…" He mumbled – he actually liked them, they were just his style.

As Graverobber dried himself and pulled on the pants and shirt, he considered where Shilo actually got these things from. They looked reasonably new and they were really clean – he was thinking of making sure he took them with him when he left. But then thinking of leaving made a hollow feeling appear in his stomach, and he wasn't sure why.

Graverobber shook it off and dropped the towel on the bed, and turned to look in the mirror over the chest of drawers to his right, just to have a quick scan of the state of his hair – fucked.

He groaned as he looked at the tangled dreadlocks and fuzzy strands, "Damn."

It was worse than usual, but before he could try and do something with it, there was a soft knock at the door.

"Come in?" He called out, confused because Shilo had walked in on him in the shower with no problem.

Her beautiful face appeared as she slipped through the door, and she smiled apologetically like she was reading his mind.

"Sorry," she said quietly, "I forgot to knock in the bathroom. It's just been me for so long, I don't really think about privacy and stuff."

Graverobber smirked, "You can join me anytime you like, Kitten."

Shilo chuckled, but instead of replying she shook her head indulgently and pointed to his hair, "Want some help with that?"

Graverobber sighed, turning back to the mirror and picking at a couple of loose strands of blue hair, "Sweetheart, I've lived with this hair all my life – trust me, there is nothing you can do about it."

Shilo disappeared through the bedroom door for a second and then reappeared, holding a comb, a brush and a tub of something light pink.

"I wore a wig for the whole of my life, Graves – I know how to fix knots, tangles… Hell, I can fix anything hair-related," Shilo smiled softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed and patting the spot next to her.

Graverobber inwardly smiled as she used a nickname for him – no one had called him 'Graves' before. There had been 'G,' 'G.R,' 'God of Glow,' 'Zydrate King'… There were so many names, but never 'Graves' – it seemed personal somehow, and Graverobber found himself liking it a little more than he ought to.

He still gave Shilo a look of disbelief, even with his inner joy, "There is no way you can help this lost cause, Kid."

Shilo patted the bed again, turning her body so she was sitting cross-legged and facing Graverobber. He sighed and sat on the end of the bed, shivering slightly when he felt Shilo's warm breath brush his ear.

"Just relax, Graves. I'll be gentle," she breathed, and Graverobber's insides melted and flamed at her husky tone.

Shilo gently swept all of his hair over one shoulder, and then combed out a length of Graverobber's hair at a time. There wasn't a moment when she was too rough, or too forceful, and Graverobber found himself closing his eyes and leaning into Shilo's gentle and warm touch.

Every now and then Shilo would catch the comb in his hair and have to use the brush to loosen the strands of hair that had fused and twisted together. When she had worked her way through half of his hair, Graverobber felt Shilo press herself firmly against his back, and any peace, serenity or calm he had been feeling was thrown out of the window as his desire reared up.

He could feel Shilo's perfect, rounded breasts pressing against his now-heated, muscled back, and he had to stifle a groan at the feeling of her thighs moving to frame his hips. He realised too late that he must have let a loud groan slip past his lips, because Shilo stopped her ministrations.

"Are you okay, Graves? Did it hurt, or are you uncomfortable?" She asked, her breath brushing his ear again.

Graverobber managed to shake his head, "I'm fine – go on."

His earlier erection had come back with a vengeance, and he tried to simply concentrate on what Shilo was doing to his hair, rather than the heat of her skin, or how silky her touch was, or how hot and soft her breath was…

Not helping.

Graverobber shook his head, and distracted himself by looking at the large, flat tub of pink…stuff.

"What is…that?" Graverobber asked, with some disgust lacing his voice – he did not like pink.

Shilo laughed quietly, brushing out the last of his hair, "It helps tame knots – I'll show you."

"Nuh-uh," Graverobber breathed. "Pink is not my colour."

"Graves," Shilo said mock-sternly, "The colour has nothing to do with its properties. If there was an electric blue one, I would have gotten that."

"Electric blue, huh? Like Z?" Graverobber grinned, and Shilo looked a little embarrassed.

"Yeah…I…uh, like that colour," she said quietly, picking up the tub.

Graverobber hoped it was because of him that she liked that colour, but maybe he was hoping too hard.

Shilo dipped her fingers into the smooth, pink cream and rubbed it over her fingertips with her thumb. Slowly, and very gently, she combed through Graverobber's hair with her fingers and rubbed the stuff into the strands.

Graverobber had no idea why he was letting her get away with this – he was letting a girl do his hair. The whole scenario was a massive hit to his ego, but when Shilo's fingers ran over his scalp and made his spine tingle, he just couldn't bring himself to give a fuck.

"Okay," Shilo said, and Graverobber could hear the smile in her voice as she ran the brush and comb through his hair one final time.

He sighed – he hoped to God that his hair wasn't completely fucked. He had a vision of himself looking into the mirror and finding his hair was a multicoloured rat's nest with pink goo hanging off of it.

Shilo's warm hands pushed against his back for Graverobber to get up and take a look at himself, and he reluctantly got up from the bed. As he turned to the mirror, he thought he was seeing a lie.

His God-damn hair was straight – mother-fucking straight! All his life he had tried to tame the frizzy, knot-prone bastard, and in fifteen minutes Shilo had gotten it looking silky-smooth and straight.

He was brought out of staring at his below-shoulder-length, multicoloured, perfectly shiny hair, by a soft laugh.

Shilo grinned, "Look good?"

Graverobber realised that his mouth was hanging wide open, and he shut it with a snap before trying to find the words he should say to this amazing woman…who could tame his mother-fucking untameable hair.

Shilo got up off the bed and collected the comb, brush and tub of cream, and then smiled at Graverobber sweetly. She tucked a lock of her own hair behind her ear and looked down at the floor almost shyly – Graverobber realised he had been staring.

"Kitten, this is…" He was still speechless, but then his practiced charm and grin came into play, to cover up his true feelings, "Did you do this so you could run your fingers through it?"

Shilo laughed, looking up from the floor, "I already have."

Graverobber smirked wickedly, "For this, I'm giving you a season pass to touch it whenever you like."

"I feel honoured," Shilo shot back with a smile, walking towards the door.

Graverobber mock-scoffed, "You should."

"Goodnight, Graves," Shilo whispered, disappearing into the corridor and closing the bedroom door behind her.

Suddenly, Graverobber was far too cold and it felt like something had been sucked out of the room – he knew he needed Shilo, but he'd be damned if he went after her. Graverobber smirked as he climbed on top of the bed – oh, he could imagine all the ways he would make her come to him…

He fell into a shallow sleep, thinking of thigh-high stockings and little short-shorts.


A loud groan woke Graverobber from his slumber, and he opened his eyes to find himself trying to thrust his way through the mattress. He was so hard it was painful, and he growled angrily as he thought about trying to satisfy his needs – the only thing that would satisfy was Shilo, and he knew he couldn't go there: not yet.

He needed water, and lots of it – his throat was dry and burning, and he knew he had been groaning for a long time.

Graverobber rolled off the bed, adjusting himself as he made his way down to the kitchen. But all that adjusting was completely futile, as he turned the corner to walk into the kitchen and came across Shilo.

She was bent over at the waist, picking up a magazine she had obviously dropped, and she was wearing the thinnest, laciest, shortest nightgown that Graverobber had even seen. It was sheer white lace, with a ruffled high collar and no sleeves – underneath Graverobber could see her natural curves so well, and a set of lacy, silver panties.

That was when his heart stopped beating.

Panties – check. Nightgown – check. Bra? Non-existent

"Holy fuck…" He muttered under his breath.

Graverobber was torn – on one hand he was praying that Shilo didn't stand up and turn around, so he couldn't see those perfect breasts almost completely bare before his eyes and do something she wasn't ready for, but on the other hand he just wanted to rip off that poor excuse for a nightgown and take her over the kitchen table.

Decisions… Decisions…

Shilo's fingers grasped the magazine, but she spotted a mark on the floor and brushed at it, causing her to lean forwards more and give Graverobber the view of his life.

Her perfect ass was right before him, clad in only tiny, lace panties – what else could he do?

Graverobber stepped forwards and grasped Shilo's hips, pressing her tightly against his straining erection. While he revelled in the heat that the connection offered him, Shilo snapped up in surprise – she brought with her the most delicious natural scent that Graverobber had ever smelt. She smelt like berries – something he hadn't tasted since he was a boy, and he wanted to taste her, so badly.

Graverobber's voice was husky as he whispered in Shilo's ear, "I swear to God, I don't know how you've survived at Shiv's as long as you have when you do things like that."

He heard Shilo's breathing speed up, and his hands had a mind and goal of their own as they tugged at the hem of Shilo's nightgown.

"Wearing things like this, Kitten, can get you into a lot of trouble," Graverobber murmured, his fingernails lightly raking over Shilo's exposed hipbones.

Shilo laughed breathlessly, "I don't dress like this at work… This is just what I wear to bed."

Graverobber groaned under his breath – the word 'bed' had his cock pulsing with need. He slowly pressed his face into Shilo's neck, running his nose and lips along the silky skin there.

"I'm honoured that I get to have the pleasure of seeing it – especially the way it was presented to me…" He trailed off suggestively and seductively, and his hands splayed themselves over Shilo's stomach.

The action made Shilo push back into him, and her soft, perfect ass pressed against Graverobber's aching member, making him groan with need.

"I'm glad you like it," Shilo muttered, and Graverobber watched her pulse wildly beating in her neck – perhaps she would be open to his suggestions after all…

Graverobber's lips attacked Shilo's jugular, and as he moved his head forwards, his eyes caught the sight he had wanted to see the most. He growled as he looked down at the lace-covered skin above Shilo's breasts, want pulsing within him – his eyes continued down until he reached the most glorious sight he had ever seen. Shilo's perfect, pink nipples were tight and puckered as they pressed against the thin material of her nightgown – the two peaks looked like they were practically begging him to touch them and play with them.

His hands moved of their own volition, up underneath Shilo's nightgown and across the silky expanse of her stomach. With a wicked grin, at the last moment Graverobber changed the direction of his wandering hands – he narrowly missed the curves of her bare breasts and ran his fingertips up the sides of Shilo's ribs.

Shilo groaned in frustration – it seemed someone was just as eager as he.

Graverobber pressed his lips to Shilo's ear, "If you dress like this…how do you expect me to resist?"

He was waiting for a breathless answer that made him want to retrace his steps and cup her beautiful breasts, but he wasn't expecting the answer he got.

"Perhaps I dressed like this so you won't resist," Shilo moaned breathlessly.

Graverobber's hands halted and his breath caught in his throat – who was pursuing who?

Shilo caught his stillness and extricated herself from his hold with a soft laugh, "It was another thing the drugs halted – my sexual appetite. And, well, you've always been so handsome, Graves…"

Her seductive purr had Graverobber's knees practically shaking.

Graverobber smirked, "Handsome?"

Shilo's dark, doe eyes sparkled and flashed with desire, "And you always looked so…dangerous."

Graverobber stepped closer to Shilo, leaning down to whisper against her ear, "I am dangerous."

Shilo's shiver of delight wasn't missed by Graverobber, and he growled lowly in his chest. But Shilo smiled up at him, and then quickly darted away from his moving arms and through the kitchen doorway.

She glanced back at a confused Graverobber with a wicked smile, "I have work tomorrow – I have to sleep."

The emphasis wasn't lost on Graverobber and he growled again, but this time it was hard and dangerous – he'd be damned if he was going to get cock-blocked now that he knew what he knew, which was Shilo was damn well ready and waiting for him.

"Don't tease me, Kitten," Graverobber said, his voice deep and gravelly.

"I'm not teasing, Graves," Shilo smiled. "Good things come to those who wait."

With that, Shilo flitted away so fast that Graverobber was sure that she literally just disappeared into thin air.

Graverobber was confused, and horny, and extremely pissed off – what was she playing at?

Then he realised he knew – he knew her game, because it was his. He patented the damn thing! Reel them in and get them hooked – bait, dodge, reel them in. It was a sure-fire way of getting a customer and keeping them – except this wasn't Z, and Graverobber was so hard he was tempted to either physically persuade Shilo to sleep with him, or leave now while he was ahead.

He knew that if he played this cat-and-mouse game, he would end up half-crazy and exhausted by the end of it. But then, when Shilo was the prize – the insanely beautiful, sexy, hot prize – how could he walk away?

"Damn," he hissed, tugging at his now-too-tight pants.

Oh, he was going to play alright, and he would win.


(Author's Note: I'm going on holiday for a week, so I won't be able to update this until after – I already have another chapter underway, so not long to wait and I'll post it as soon as I can. Thank you to all the people who read, reviewed, added and/or favourite-d!)