A/N: Two chapters in one day? How can this be? Too much inspiration, too much time. You know how this goes. Anyways, a little fluff between our neighbourhood friend the Graverobber and Shilo. I thought it would be very sweet ^^

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"Did you ever go back?" They were lounging on the couch. Ever since that first visit the Graverobber had been coming around more often. Often to discuss business, sometimes for dinner and other times to just relax and have fun. There was a movie on about a boy who was an orphan and who was shown the ropes on the street.

"Go back where?" Shilo asked, while lighting a cigarette.
He rolled his eyes and sighed. "To your dad's house."
"Yes, I did. I actually lived there for about 4 months. But then I decided it was too big for me alone. And the press was really bugging me, even if they barely ever caught a glimpse. So I sold it and moved into my tiny, tiny apartment." She said that last part with fondness.

"It's not that tiny," he said, "It's bigger than mine."
"If you have an apartment, why are you never there?" She asked, looking at him with her dark eyes.
"Because it's small, dank, old and crappy." He replied, "Your apartment is so much nicer. At least it's clean."

"You know, if you put some effort in, yours could be clean too," she said with a sly smile. The Graverobber rolled is his eyes again and turned his attention back to the TV. The commercials were on. Two people were shown dancing. He didn't think much of it, but when he looked at Shilo, he saw that recognisable twinkle in her eyes. The one she got when she was daydreaming about something.

Finally, when the commercial was over, she said: "I've never done that."
"Dancing?"
She shrugged, "I've danced. But never like that. Never those old dances from centuries ago. The waltzes, the tango's. And it always looks so nice and romantic."
"They're not that special." He said.
"Probably not, but it's one of those things I've missed out on." Shilo got up and stretched her back. "I'm going to get some shut eye. This movie bores me. You know where everything is, if you want to stay over."
The Graverobber nodded, "I've stayed over before you know."
She smiled and wished him good night, before disappearing into her bedroom.

He lay back and watched the rest of the movie, while his mind was churning. He doubted that most scalpel sluts were avid waltzers, but he liked to make his friend happy.


Shilo woke up early in the afternoon. She turned to her side and listened to the noises on the street like she always did.
Crash!
That was not a early morning noise, but a someone-is-breaking-my-house noises. She quickly got up and put on a hoodie. Then she went into the living room to see what was going on.

Her couch and coffee table had been pushed against the far wall and her rug had been rolled up and put on the couch. The Graverobber was sitting with his back to her, cleaning one of her clearly broken lamps.

"You're going to pay for that," She said. The man shot up and turned around, trying to hide the shards he was holding.
She grinned and went to get herself some coffee. When she came back the broken lamp was cleaned up and her wooden floor was pretty much free of clutter. The Graverobber was standing in the middle, looking very proud.

"So what is all this?" She asked.
"You wanted to waltz. So waltz, you shall." He replied with a grin, "So milady. What do you say?"
Shilo smiled. It was a very sweet gesture. She put her mug on an end table and walked up to him. "So... how does one waltz?"
"A waltz usually has a 3-4 rhythm metre, so you count 1,2,3. A step per count and every step is as big as the last." He showed her. And then he said, "You try."

She turned rigid. "N-no, show me the rest." She thought it was very amusing to watch him dance, but she couldn't do it herself.
He grinned, "Don't try to run, before you can crawl. Come on, kid. I'll do it with you."
He grabbed her hand and started doing the steps. She couldn't do anything but join him in the steps. Eventually, the Graverobber thought it was time for the next step.
"Okay, you got that down. Every second count you tiptoe one foot. So if you're a follower, you start at your right foot and tiptoe on your left foot. And that alternates every bar." He showed her again with a smile and then had her practise. Shilo complied, at first unwillingly, but later with pleasure.
When that went without a hitch, he showed her how to turn.

"I think you're ready for your very first waltz," He stated. Her stomach sank into her knees.
"No more practise?" she squeaked. It made him laugh. This was a girl who could charm anyone, sold zydrate and robbed graves for a living. And she was scared to dance.
"You can't practise all the time." The Graverobber turned on her sound system. He had the music picked out before hand. It was a slow folk-ish sounding waltz.
Then he walked up to the girl, did a bow and a twirl of the hand and asked, "May I have this dance?"
She nodded slowly. His right arm encircled her waist, with his hand resting between her shoulder blades. With his left hand held softly held her right one. Her left hand was resting on shoulder. At first it was a little tensed, but later it relaxed.

At first they just swayed a little, from foot to foot. The Graverobber listened to the music to pick up the rhythm. When he had found it he told her, "Just follow me. Don't worry about stepping on my toes."
Shilo smiled at him a little before they started waltzing.

At first it was a little awkward, but after a while she got the hang of it and it was the most magical feeling. She swooshed and swayed with the Graverobber. She closed her eyes and let him take her with him. She noticed it when she stepped on his toes, but he didn't seem to mind. When the song ended she was smiling broadly. "That was GREAT!"
"Up for another one?" He asked. She nodded furiously. He picked out another song and they started dancing again. When the song was over, Shilo was smiling her dreamy smile. It was quite adorable, he thought. She kissed him softly on the cheek and whispered: "Best gift, ever."
He nodded happily. "And now it's time for breakfast."
She moved into the kitchen, to get everything ready. He wanted to put her furniture back. She turned around and said, "You're a terrific dancer. Do you know any others?"
"A few," he replied.
"Can you teach me?"
"But of course." She grinned and went back into the kitchen. The Graverobber looked around, satisfied. He'd done a good job once more. Then he danced into the kitchen.


A/N: I hope you enjoyed it ^^ If you have any ideas of your own. Let me know, I might turn them into something. And please review :D