Graverobber paused, face contorted in shock. He had never let those GeneCo bastards take a scalpel to him, and yet the plastic in his hands protested otherwise.

Lungs.

The bitch made sure to make it something he wouldn't survive the loss of. She even went so far as to use his Wanter Poster for the medical mug shot. A surge of anger was chased away by a tendril of fear.

If it wasn't his Kid in that alley, he really would have died...

"S-So the Queen Bitch finally is goin' through with doin' me in.... Finally got the balls transplant surgery... heh..."

A pale hand runs over his face, smearing the greasepaint and carded up and through his multi-colored locks. Something to do to cover the trembling that courses through his limbs. Letting out a fractured sigh, his eyes scanned the floor, quickly trying to piece together some type of plan.

Fuck me...

"Gonna hafta be fuckin' careful now."

More to himself than anything else, nodding a bit as if making up his mind. There was nothing he could do but accept the fact that the evil little tramp was still after his ass, even now.

Shilo smiled wryly, letting out a bitter little chuckle. Shifting her weight onto her right leg, her hip cocked to the side as her left hand snuck up to rub the back of her neck. Tiny, pale fingers began to play with the ends of her new hair, twirling a piece around the slender digit.

"You're lucky she sent the best. If it was anyone else you'd be dead, Zydrate King."

Bending down she snatches a pair of beaten glasses off her desk. Thick black frame, masculine... Her father's. Without even blinking, she slides them on, hand pushing her hair back off her face. It was startling, how a motion could be so much her own and yet so much the man she lost.

"You realize if she finds out what I did for you, we're both Harvest Goods, right? Which means Someone's an Inside Kitty now." She smirks, tongue snaking out to wet her lips. "So you better get comfortable. You're not going anywhere."

His eyes were too busy tracing over her hips clad in the combat gear, it took a few moments before he realized that her pants were just like his own. Graverobber let his eyes travel up her curves before resting on her face. He had meant what he said, she truly was beautiful. But now, his Kid was nearing Hot. As her tiny pink tongue snaked out to wet her lips he felt his blood pound and pants shrink.

Her kneeling at his feet, looking up through those soot black lashes as he fisted her short, silky hair. Biting her lip before unclasping his belt and slowly pulling down his zipper...

It took a few moments before he processed what she was saying, his fantasy world shattering at her words....

"Inside... Wait, What? You think I'm going to just sit in here? Sorry, kid. I'm not the kinda man ta just sit idly by and let a Harpy like Amber control my life."

Shilo arches her eyebrow, smirk still teasing her lips. One moment, she was nearly across the room, the next in a move too fast for his eyes to track she shoved him into the operating table. Leaning up in her combat boots, her lips lightly brushed against his as she spoke, eyes in half slits and breath fanning out in an almost needy little pant.

"No."

Her hand was cool against his chest, the silky softness tracing a complex pattern on his flesh. Each word caused velvet soft lips to teasingly brush against his own like a fiery brand. She licked her lips once more and he nearly blacked out as her tongue just barely missed caressing him. Mind reeling with the sheer sensation of her so near, he did not even spare a thought to how she got there or indeed, how fast.

"I damn well know you will. Look, Graves, I put my neck out on the line to save you. Because it's the right thing to do... because... because I fucking care, Alright? Now I am faster and stronger than you and you'd do well enough to trust me for once? Please?"

Looking up at him through her lashes, she pouts a little. Eyes sincere and pleading with him to trust her. To have faith in her. The strength behind her eyes took his breath away.

Graverobber half chuckled, "Faster and Stronger, kid?" eyes firmly locked on her sinful little mouth. It was hell trying to keep his emotions off his face, he had already given up on letting them dance through his eyes. It was the closest to Heaven he ever dared to hope for, having the object of his most intense dreams sliding against him like she was in heat. He had never wanted anything so much, than to have his Hellcat so close; touching him, grinding against him. He licked his lips and had to choke back a moan.

She tasted like strawberries.

With a purely devilish smirk, Shilo inched backwards, body moving more sensual than any Scalpel Slut could ever hope to be. Her hips rolled and surged, and he felt his mouth parch once more. She was ruining him for any other woman, and he was not complaining. For a moment, as his eyes darkened to navy, his world narrowed to only this beautiful creature. All thoughts of what's-her-face's death threat gone up in smoke. She nodded to the staircase they so recently came down.

"Go ahead, sweetheart. Try running. It's fun."

Taking another step backwards, she fell into a combat ready stance, her left hand snaking up her stomach, over her kidney belt, her corset bound breasts, long pale neck before taking off her glasses. Her eyes were almost black, boring holes into him. Daring him and sizing him up, and it was lightning shocking across his skin.

He eyed her blatantly now, looking his Kid up and down with his lips twisting into a seductive grin. Oh, he was deeply tempted to see just how fast she really was. With a soft moan he closed his eyes, flashes of her chasing him playing behind his eyes. A merry chase through her home, him leading her up the stairs until he let her catch him in her room. Her small hand pushing him back onto her bed before flipping her onto her back. Tearing her clothes off in earnest, spreading her legs and guiding them around his waist. Graverobber was more than willing to show his Kid how many muscles he really had...

Next time, he promised himself. Next time he would let that little fantasy become reality. No matter how badly he wanted to sink into her warmth, he needed to focus on her words. At least... until they were screams comprised mostly of 'Oh Gods', 'Yes, harder...' , '....Deeper...' and last but not least, his name...

"So just how long do you expect me to stay in here?"

Shilo relaxed, content with his words to know she won the argument. Her posture eased back into it's sensual neutral, hip cocked out to the side and empty hand on her hip. Her right hand deposited the glasses onto her worktable before beginning work on her kidney belt. She made quick work of the clasps, unhooking them and hanging the large bit of leather over a chair.

Without the necessary protection in the way, Graverobber finally realized what helped make her able to pass as a man. A black stain corset stretched tight across her torso, binding her breasts down as opposed to accentuate them. His eyes widened slightly when he realized just how well his girl had filled out. Every breath was torture to him, he could see now how the fabric hardly held the bounty underneath and he grew impossibly harder.

"At least a week. You really shouldn't complain. Hot food, warm showers, fun company. It's not that bad a break, huh?"

Shilo smirked before reaching back behind her, the movement causing her back to arch and her breasts to strain against the corset. For a moment, she struggled with the ties, almost as if her hands were trembling as bad as his own.

He couldn't help himself. Graverobber motioned for her to turn around, his smirk clearly the cat with cream. She slowly turned before bracing herself against the operating table, bending over and resting her upper body on the cool metal with her arms pillowing under her head. He knew it was so he would have room, but the familiar position sent a white hot flash down his spine. His hands grasped the ties, used to cutting them off but for once wanting it to last.

"Done worse, I suppose. You realize that you're going to have a lot of jonesing Zaddicts on yer hands by the time you get me out of here, correct?"

"Sucks to be them, but not my problem. They want a hit, they'll find it. I'm more concerned about you."

He had to swallow back a growl, mouth hanging open and breathing heavy. In those boots, her sweet little ass was level with his hips. A few layers of clothing between him and his prize, he deliberately leaned in such a way as to brush against her even for the briefest of moments. The sight of his girl bent over the table excited him much more than he should be. His voice was lower, almost husky and full of promise.

"That's sweet, kid, but why me?"

A silent pant, a barely suppressed moan before he regained a bit of his composure.

"There's a lot of other dealers getting the wrong end of the scalpel."

She arched her spine, his curiosity causing her lips to quirk up into a smile. It felt so good to have the tight lacing begin to loosen, it was the worst part of her disguise, flattening her chest to appear as androgynous as possible. Her back rolled in a wave, brushing against the front of his pants yet not reacting to his now obvious erection.

"Because you were kind to me. Because I know you. Because maybe I'd rather have you stuck under more than my scalpel....? Like I said. Other dealers dying, I could care less. But not You."

His hands paused at her soft grind, unable to stop the moan from slipping past his lips. Bliss unlike anything he had known, and all she did was barely brush against him through his clothes. It was such an innocent action. There was no rhyme or reason for the reaction and yet he would curse the heavens if they took it away. His hands fell to her hips and his mind flashed once more to how he could take her here and now upon the table. Graverobber couldn't help them from trembling now, before his pulse caught in his throat.

"Stuck under what if not yer scalpel?"

Shilo tossed her hair back and looked over her shoulder, catching his eyes across the expanse of her back. Chocolate brown met blue, the first dancing in amusement the latter dark with lust. Looking him up and down, she laughs softly before flashing his smirk back at him.

"Having problems back there, hon? I didn't think it would be so hard getting out of my corset tonight, but I guess I was wrong?"

Graverobber couldn't help but glare at her, pulling her up onto her elbows. Reaching around and underneath her, undoing the clasps on the front and making sure to shove the shell inward to pop them all at once. Which lifted her newly formed breasts up and in before taking it away and letting it dangle from his left hand. He couldn't help but brush the heel of his hand along the swell of her breast, drawing in a sharp breath.

Shilo slowly stood up and into him, making sure every inch of her back pressed intimately against him. Stretching her back like a cat, eyes still locked with his over her shoulder. A slow and seductive writhe against him caused the hair on the back of his neck to rise. There was nothing else it could be, not an accident or a casual happenstance. No, his Kid was most definitely slinking along his body and causing his vision to black. His large hands cupped her rounded hips to near bruising, tugging her impossibly closer. Her lips pouted, eyes half-lidded and voice a sexy purr.

"Well if you're gonna be all grouchy I won't tell you that where I'd love to have you would be under Me."

Her hand slowly eased behind her, running along his hip before sliding across his length. A low moan tore its way through his throat, head rolling back in pleasure. Leaning to the side, she echoed his moan near his ear. It was almost too much and he felt his control snap. Tipping his head down, he growled against her neck with need. And then she was gone. One moment he held his Kid, the next she was sauntering away. Heading up the stairs, her hips rolling back and forth like a siren's song.

"Hungry?"

She didn't glance behind her.

Graverobber shot a very satisfied glare before sweeping after her, growling under his breath, not caring if she could hear him or not.

"Starving."

AN: Sorry this is so short guys! But I wanted to cut the tension where it was...

So yeah, expect more, hopefully within the next few days!

~Mori