Notes: You could say I was inspired... Possibly by men in bunny-suits. (Seriously, don't ask.)

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Shilo woke to lips fluttering across her skin, barely brushing kisses above and between her breasts. A large hand covered her throat, fingers splayed across the point of her pulse, palm pressing just above her collar bone. The pads of those fingers were rough, the touch too gentle to choke - just a tiny bit of pressure and the hint that if she struggled too much the fingers might just constrict out of instinct.

Shilo didn't want to struggle. Her hands raised, fingers knotting through tangled, dirty-blond and multicoloured hair, pulling him closer, pressing his mouth harder against her. Teeth closed on flesh just above the swell of her left breast. Shilo gasped and arched; She was never sure if she reacted out of pain or pleasure when he bit her. Either way the sensation got her blood pumping, skin burning, a fine sheen of sweat forming on her brow.

His other hand pressed against her stomach, slipping a little on the thin satin of her night-dress. His hips knocked against her legs and she parted them for him, anticipation ringing in her head, heart in her throat under his fingers. Rough material pressed against cotton panties, the metal teeth of a zipper grinding against the crease of her hip. The mouth moved upwards, a hot tongue tracing part of her jaw. Shilo breathed in just as his mouth sealed over hers, a faint smell of smoke mingling with the scent of unwashed graverobber. She groaned against his mouth, tugging at his hair, wishing that he would hurry up and undress her... if that was what he had in mind.

She never asked what he did when he disappeared from the house or when he'd be coming back. It was just an accepted part of what he did, who he was. Shilo sometimes found herself coming up with curious little scenarios, imagining that he had another life somewhere - a part time life where he was someone respectable, maybe even with a family. Then she'd see him at the graveyard as usual or at an alley in one of their districts at night, watching out for her, and the idea would suddenly become ridiculous. Shilo thought she knew the truth anyway. The Graverobber just didn't much care for permanent residence.

His hand slid down to her thighs, yanking the hem of her nightgown up. A murmur against her lips; "Why do you wear this fucking thing anyway?"

"To frustrate you," Shilo replied breathily, then had to bite her lip as rough fingers caught her panties. His hips raised from hers long enough to let him shimmy the scrap of cotton down her legs. Shilo kicked them off the rest of the way as his other hand moved from her throat. She was actually disappointed not to feel the pressure against her skin.

The Graverobber held himself up, balancing his weight between a single hand and his knees. He bent down to kiss her again, smearing what remained of black lipstick against her mouth - they both looked bruised, his mouth and hers. The sound of a zip being undone made Shilo shiver. A rustle of fabric and she arched her back a little, pulling at the collar of his coat. The Graverobber chuckled, the sound swallowed by their kiss. Then he was crushing her, smothering her, the weight of him and the heat unbearable. Shilo loved it.

She was still never sure if what she felt was what it was supposed to be like. She didn't know if her body was supposed to shake the way it did or if her hips were meant to bounce and curl instinctively into his. She wasn't certain if she ever actually felt what it was like to orgasm... But it didn't much matter. She liked his weight and the way his hair would fall around her face. She liked the heat, the sweat that built between them, the feeling of his skin burning beneath her fingers. No matter how hot she thought she felt, he always seemed to feel warmer.

Shilo's hands moved. She didn't realise that they had until she found her fingers wrapped around the thin black scarf looped loosely about his neck. Her hands tightened on the material, tugging on the scarf as she would his hair or his collar. The material pulled tight around his throat and the Graverobber groaned, pushing his upper half away from her with hands planted firmly on the bed either side of her chest, back arching to stay in contact with her from the waist down. Shilo pulled harder, watching his face and the pulse beating at his temple. He moved suddenly, centre of gravity shifting, and pressed one of his hands back against her throat. She tilted her head back, light-headed at just the touch.

Shilo's mind shut down. She liked it when that happened, though it didn't always.

The Graverobber took his hand from her throat and lowered himself onto her, his mouth resting by her ear. Shilo's hands patted his hair, her body relaxing against the bed once again. She had traces of purplish black smeared across her mouth and over her chest, her night-dress was bunched around her middle and she could feel the scrape of the Graverobber's clothing against her naked skin. Shilo sighed.

"What?" he asked, breath tickling against her earlobe.

"You still had lipstick on," Shilo replied, raising a hand to swipe at her bruised-black lips. "I bet you do that on purpose," she continued, her other hand prodding his side through layers of clothing.

"What makes you say that?" The smirk was audible.

"You always have some weird reason for everything," Shilo replied, suspecting that he did it because it meant she always had to take a bath afterwards and that meant he could slip into the tub behind her. If she decided to just wipe her skin with a wash-cloth he'd probably take it from her and use the opportunity to paw over her body. Not that she minded.

"Maybe I forgot."

"Liar." Shilo grinned.

"Maybe," the Graverobber purred, "I want to see you naked."

"You could just ask," Shilo pointed out. "Instead of sneaking into the bathroom behind me."

"Alright," he said, obviously amused. "Shilo. Will you get naked for me? In the bathroom. With the light on."

"You're so weird," Shilo giggled.

"And yet you seem to enjoy my company." He bit her earlobe, soothing the bite with his tongue.

"Graverobber..."

He didn't reply.

"I need a bath."

Shilo waited. The Graverobber sighed against her ear, then rolled off her. He gestured towards the open door, no trace of modesty in him despite the fact that his pants were still open and somewhere around his knees. Shilo took a moment to rearrange her nightgown so that it actually covered her. She took off her wig and placed it on its stand beside the bed. Then she smiled at him and left the room, knowing that he'd follow once she had the bath-tub full. It probably took him that long just to get his boots off.