In Sanity

Disclaimer: I still don't own Repo! and I never will. I don't own anything used as an allusion in this fic either. If you want funny disclaimers, read Alicia Blade's Sailor Moon fics.

A Brief Author's Note: I like Italian food and have a thing for guys with scars - can anyone tell?

"Huh!?" sputtered Shilo, jerking her head up and almost sending her book flying again as the Graverobber narrowly avoided a nasty blow to his chin from the top of her head. "Whazgoin'on?"

Husky laughter greeted this graceless display, a warm, hearty sound that issued from the very depths of his chest, causing his entire upper body to rumble with the sonorousness. Another drop of water dripped off the tip of his nose, falling onto Shilo's cheek, causing her to scrunch up her nose as she swiped at the drop with the back of her hand. Without warning, the Graverobber easily vaulted over the back of the couch and landed messily beside her, his dripping-wet hair splashing her like a dog shaking. Shilo frowned at him and quickly shut her book to protect it; giving up any hope of reading until the lasagna came out of the oven, she closed said book and set it on the end table beside the couch. Snorting irritably, she flicked a couple of water drops from the front cover before they had a chance to distort the picture of the blue morpho. She tucked her feet more carefully up under her, as if showing them was some sort of breach in her code of modesty.

Tilting her head, she took in the Graverobber's new appearance, sniffing discreetly at the strong smell of lavender wafting off of him and silently wondering what the hell he had done to coat himself in it. Her cheeks blushed a Technicolor-ish shade of red and her eyes widened to the size of saucers as she looked him over, the first thing she noticed being that he wore a set of soft black trousers and nothing else. She didn't really want to think right off of where he could possibly have procured them - the obvious thought would have to be the bureau in the guest room, harmless enough. That musing didn't hang around her mind for long as she watched small drops of water from his hair cascade over his pale skin, down his slightly hairy chest and stomach. The nearly-white expanse of skin bore a few scars, not a one of them from surgery. Blade wounds that looked like he had once had to stitch them himself, their edges rough and needle holes apparent, and what seemed to be a few bullet wounds lay scattered over his upper body, ranging in color from dull purple to bright, just-closed-up red.

"Something wrong?" asked the Graverobber, his voice changed from the teasing of earlier to a low, husky rumble, tilting his head down so that he seemed to be looking up at her.

"No..." whispered Shilo, so low he almost couldn't hear her.

Very slowly, her movements erratic and hesitant, she reached one hand out to touch his chest, her fingertips cool against his skin, still hot on contact from the shower. To her surprise, Graverobber remained perfectly still, allowing her to trace each small imperfection - it was part of what he liked about her, the way she completely accepted, even preferred, a lack of surgical perfection. His eyes closed as her fingers found a four-inch-long cut from maybe seven-ish years ago (he couldn't remember exactly) with ragged edges. Cliche as it sounded, it had been quite some time since someone had caused sparks to dance along his skin and it seemed pretty ironic that an almost-eighteen-year-old he was almost solely responsible for corrupting could. Shilo leaned closer, shifting her weight to her left, her fingers brushing gently over his chest and down to his stomach, finding a rough, purple scar. The round indentation was clearly a bullet wound, long since closed over - he drew a shaky breath in spite of himself as she stroked it gently. He watched her bite down on her lip, an odd look in her eyes, somewhere between curiosity and sadness.

"Hey, don't look at me like that," he grumbled, feeling too scrutinized, as he reached his hand out in return to trace over the girl's skinny shoulder. "Come here..."

He reached out and pulled her into his lap without preface, not giving her a chance to protest - she squeaked in surprise, but made no move to push him away or struggle out of his grip. Sprawled haphazardly over him with little choice in the matter, Shilo found herself looking up into the most intense eyes she had ever seen. Apparently the shower had done absolutely nothing to calm him down, if the significant hardness she felt under her rear was any indication - her first reaction was, of course, to blush and messily try to right herself. Clenching his teeth, the Graverobber tightened his hands on her upper arms to still her movements, seeing as having her posterior grinding against him did nothing for a clear thought process. Watching the man who held her nearly come undone at her unwitting tease, Shilo wondered what would happen if she... baited him intentionally. A slow grin spread over her face and she kept eye contact with the thoroughly exaxperating Graverobber as she very, very calculatingly shifted her behind back and forth, letting a small cooing sound escape her lips.

He couldn't stand it, not after restraining himself so conscientiously throughout this entire bloody evening! In two shakes, he had Shilo pinned under him, his lower body pressed lasciviously against hers. She gasped, her eyes wide in shock and a touch of apprehension, quickly trying to figure out what the hell she was supposed to do next. Had she really wanted him to do something like that? Looking up at him, at the fire in his eyes and the way his lips trembled minutely as he panted hard, she decided she didn't mind a bit. With a soft, nervous giggle, she writhed under him, not struggling to get away - more to situate herself than anything else, unused to such weight on top of her. Before she could produce another sound, his lips found hers, but did not stay long; they traveled along her cheek, paying particular attention to the contour of her cheekbone. Slowly, he moved to her temple, his kisses becoming soft and hot, then slid down to nip her ear, growling lustfully.

His hands had not been idle through this - indeed not; while his left braced beside her, trying not to hurt her with too much of his own body weight, his right hand glided gently up her side, causing her to shudder pleasantly. He brought it to rest firmly on her left breast, curving his hand gently over the soft mound, squeezing and listening to her cry out. While his lips, tongue, and teeth worked at her ear, then down to her pale throat, he continued playing havoc with her sensitive breast. As he squeezed a bit harder, causing her to yelp almost in pain, he moaned in return, the deep, chesty sound caressing her ear to help urge her on. She squirmed under him and he used the opportunity to slide one knee between her thighs - Shilo ground herself against him automatically, never once thinking to control herself or quiet her cries. The Graverobber switched to her right breast, bringing his mouth down on the left one, teasing her through the thick knit of her dress; he had noticed quite a bit ago that she wore nothing underneath, at least up top.

Shilo nearly buckled inside under sensation overload. Throwing her head back and making small noises of pleasure proved to be all she could reasonably do under the ministrations of his hands and mouth - even if it did feel sort of weird having wet knit fabric against her skin. She wriggled a bit, so that she could get her right hand out from where it had been pinned awkwardly between the couch and her side. This, she immediately wrapped around the Graverobber, tangling in his soggy, multi-colored hair. He took this as encouragement and bit down a little harder, right on the sensitive tip of her left breast - Shilo arched her chest up reflexively, a loud "AH!" exploding from her lips. Spurred further on still, Graverobber pushed his knee up, letting her grind against him once more; with that, he removed his hand from her right breast and traced small patterns over her stomach, moving down to slide it between her legs.

Immediately, Shilo froze, her eyes wide and her hand still snagged in his hair, at his first ghosting touch, his fingers gliding over her most intimate part, still outside her panties. Repeating the motion drew a soft, wavering whimper from her lips and caused her to shift her lower body under him, wanting to feel that touch again. Smiling against her chest, the Graverobber couldn't resist obliging her, this time firming his touch a little, his fingers finding her most sensitive bit through the thin material of her panties. Shilo cried out in response, trying her damnedest to thrust up against his hand, making a soft "mrph!" noise when the weight of his body pressed on hers prevented her from doing so. Her frustration doubled when he snaked his hand inside her panties, caressing her lightly, feeling her soft skin under his fingers - he wasn't at all surprised to find her completely smooth... or wet enough to coat his fingers in seconds. Without delay, he slid one slick digit into her, feeling her wet tightness. Shilo gasped in return and tried frantically to sit up - what the hell had he just done!?

"Easy there - you're fine," the Graverobber purred soothingly, keeping his hand exactly where it was. "Everything's okay."

At the moment, Shilo figured she didn't have much choice but to trust him - it wasn't that what he had done had hurt, just felt really odd... and she didn't dislike it either. Biting her lip, she leaned back to where she had been, closing her eyes and wondering just what he planned on doing next, anticipation setting every single nerve ending in her body on edge. When he slid his finger inside her again, the palm of his hand flat against her sensitive little clit, she arched experimentally against him and gasped as she discovered that she liked indeed enjoyed that. Graverobber curved his finger slightly, working against a soft spot she hadn't even been aware of until that moment. Brushing against it a second time brought a long, wavering "Ohh!" from her lips, the sound a half-wild crescendo as she clenched briefly on him. The Graverobber smiled - it figured she would be hyper-sensitive to touch - and pressed a bit more firmly on that place inside of her, delighting in her frantic moans and the way she tried to thrust her hips against his hand. After a few more careful touches, he let a second finger join the first, causing Shilo to gasp again and her body to clench out of reflex.

"What... what are you doing!?" she panted, squirming under him, her hand fisting in his hair while the other tried to find purchase on the edge of the couch.

He breathed a soft, sinister laugh into her ear in response.

"Isn't it obvious?" he inquired playfully before drawing back in mock surprise. His eyes studied her face, flushed to the roots of her hair and her eyes and mouth wide in a combination of trepidation and anticipation. "What? You mean the little bookworm has never come across the concept of an orgasm?"

Shilo rolled her eyes, shifting her hips to try and ease the pressure building in her body.

"Of course I've... nngh... heard of them," she muttered, finding it a bit hard to control her own voice - if possible, her face darkened a few shades of crimson. "I've just... well... never had one..."

For a brief moment, the teenager, now bordering on not-quite-so-innocent, wondered if she had said the wrong thing as the Graverobber's expression darkened and he leaned down slowly; she tensed up as he bit gently on her shoulder, then let his hot breath touch her ear.

"Oh... dear..." he whispered heavily. "You won't be able to say that for long..."

Whatever Shilo had been about to say to that never made it out as two expert fingers slid inside her, going straight for that wonderfully sensitive place so deep inside her. She whimpered, the sound growing louder, and tried as hard as she could to wriggle away from him - the feeling was just too intense; she couldn't take it! Her body started trying to fight the sensation, muscles tightening as her head tossed back and forth on the soft leather, almost out of her control entirely. Inside her most intimate part, his fingers played havoc with the overly-sensitive nerve cluster, causing her already-tight sheath to clench hard on his digits. Completely unaware of how it had happened, Shilo found herself in the middle of her first orgasm - the small part in the back of her mind still capable of coherent thought pointed out that this was nothing like the descriptions in the spicy romance novels she had peeked at occasionally. There were no popping white lights or obnoxious screams of pretend ecstasy, just moans of erratic volume and pitch and her eyes clenching shut against the intensity. Graverobber's hand continued to tease her inside, while his other arm slid under her back, holding her close as she writhed against him. He winced as her hand tightened a bit too hard in his hair, then leaned down to whisper encouragements in her ear.

"That's right... Just let go," he told her, his arm pulling her tighter to his body. "Relax... that's it..."

Twitching a bit, she started to come down from her climax - they didn't last forever and a day, the way the novels might have her believe. The hand she had been trying to grip the side of the couch with came up to clutch the Graverobber's upper arm. Her grip shook lightly, both on his arm and in his hair, her trembling lips letting him know exactly how shaken she had been by her first experience with la petite mort, as he was more fond of calling it. He pulled back momentarily, just to let her get used to breathing normally again. Her chest rose and fell with much effort as her lungs worked in overdrive to get her brain the oxygen it seemed to have forgotten it needed. After a couple minutes, the room silent except for both individuals' heavy breathing, Shilo lay mostly still, blinking rather bemusedly up at the Graverobber, who grinned back at her, quite proud of himself. Creating a small aftershock in her body, he slid his fingers out of her, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he raised them to his lips and positively savored the taste of her.

Gently, Graverobber got up off Shilo and pulled her to feet beside the couch, helping her steady herself and reaching down to the hem of that damned knit dress - it needed to go. She let him pull it up as far as, then over her breasts without protest, but when he tried to pull it over her shoulders, she batted his hands away and insisted without words on doing it herself. The Graverobber's eyebrows raised in a silent question, but he let her do what she decided she had to do - she was the kind who didn't let much stop her once she got going, he could tell. With a bunch of awkward hopping, a few mumbled swear words, and - for some reason he couldn't begin to figure out - tugging on her hair, she wrestled her top half out of the dress. Shrugging her shoulders and straightening her hair out again, she let the garment drop on the floor. Standing there in her black panties with the pastel green kitties on them and those clingy cable-knit thigh-highs, her arms crossed over her chest, she presented the most peculiarly arousing sight he reckoned he had seen in quite some time. His brain blinked, like radio static, at whether to put the emphasis on "peculiar" or "arousing".

Smiling wryly, he reached both hands out to her, sliding first his fingertips, then his palms along the soft skin of her cheeks, looking down into her still-blushing face and watching her stare at him, half-confused. With a reassuring chuckle, he leaned down and kissed her gently, maneuvering both of them so that he was now the one standing with his back to the couch. Normally not one for silly things or spontaneity, Shilo reached up like she had seen a lady in an old movie do and wrapped both arms around the Graverobber's neck. Deciding to repay her impulsivity with a little surprise of his own, Graverobber shifted his weight and sat back on the couch, the sudden change causing Shilo to land on top of him with a startled squeak. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against him, his still-clothed arousal pushing against her panties. With her arms now pinned behind him, he had the opportunity to slide his hands down to her hips, helping her rock against him.

Shilo buried her face in the Graverobber's shoulder, his hair still damp against her cheek, and started to pant hard, her breath as hot on his ear as his had been against hers. Graverobber turned his head and, with a small growl, let his teeth find her pulse point, causing the teenager to cry out in a mixture of surprise, pain, and uncontrollable pleasure. Carefully, he closed his grip around her throbbing jugular vein, just enough to let her feel the difference in pressure - Shilo let out a shuddering whimper, almost afraid he would hurt her, but still trusting him not to. He held her still, closing his eyes and moaning against her skin, before releasing and pressing a kiss to the fresh mark. Shilo's thighs clenched on either side of his arousal as she moaned deeply in his ear, her arms tightening, still pinned behind his shoulders. The contact was too much for him - with his hands still on her hips and her arms still wrapped around him, he shifted the both of them so that Shilo wound up right back where she had been, pinned under him.

"Let's try for a familiar position, huh?" he asked jokingly, pressing his hips against hers.

"Actually, none of this is familiar to me, but we'll go with that," Shilo deadpanned, smiling back at him as she arched into his touch.

Graverobber had been about to try and move farther with her when an odd smell filled his nose - it smelled like something burning, like... was that cheese!?

"Of all the rotten times," he grumbled.

Shilo looked up at him, her face the picture of disgruntled confusion.

"What is it?" she asked, wondering what in the hell he could possibly be going on about - had something gone wrong?

"My dear, I believe the lasagna is on fire," he announced, as if it were nothing at all.

"Oh shit!" yelled Shilo, flailing as she tried to right herself while still pinned under his weight. "Lemme up!"

Smiling sardonically, Graverobber shifted himself off of Shilo and watched as she righted herself, her knees shaking rather badly as she fished around for something to throw on and found nothing. Finally, she rolled her eyes skyward and ambled into the kitchen in nothing but her thigh-highs and black kitty panties, very aware of the insufferable man's gaze on her derriere. Feeling quite silly, she let her hips swing a bit more than normal as she stalked over to the oven and rummaged through a drawer for another potholder. Graverobber, enticed by this, vaulted back over the couch - mostly just because he liked doing that - and followed silently. After a moment, Shilo located a once-white potholder with two black sheep kissing on the front of it, one of them partially singed because her dad had left the thing too close to the stove, and cautiously opened the oven. Peering inside, she found that the lasagna had, in fact, not been on fire - the cheese around the edge was quite a bit brown-er than she would have liked, but she could remove that easily enough.

"I thought you said it was on fire!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, unaware that the Graverobber was probably only six feet or so behind her and causing him to wince.

"Was that really necessary?" he griped, sticking a finger in his ear as if trying to see if anything had been displaced. "It smelled like it was on fire."

After slipping the potholder on, Shilo reached in and yanked the cookie sheet out of the oven, scrunching her nose at the acrid smell of nearly-burnt cheese and the heat of the coils against her face. Balancing it rather awkwardly, she tottered two steps to the side, those ridiculous stockings sliding on the hardwood floor. Graverobber watched, both entertained by her and mildly concerned at her being completely off-balance with something so hot precariously gripped in one potholder-sheathed hand. She had just managed to set the sheet and the lasagna down on the turned-off stove before her feet slid right out from under her. His knee-jerk reaction came a split second too late and Shilo crashed to the floor just as the Graverobber lunged to catch her, banging her bony hip noisily against the floor and yelping in pain. Blushing furiously, she set one hand on her now-bruised hip and shifted to sit upright, shaking her head and trying to brush off what had just happened. However, she couldn't help smiling shyly when she looked up and a hand stretched out to help her up, Graverobber acting the part of a gentleman for once.

"You okay?" he asked, pulling her to her feet and laying a hand over hers on her hip, watching her turn red to the tops of her breasts. "Sounded like that hurt."

"I'm fine," she told him a bit too quickly, feeling her mostly-bare skin heat up at his touch. "I should cut those burnt parts off."

A wicked grin slipped over the Graverobber's features and Shilo resigned herself to the fact that she wasn't going anywhere until he'd had his fun, whatever it was he had in mind. Licking his lips, just to make her insides turn to Jell-O, he bent down on his knee and moved her hand and his away from her hip, placing a soft kiss on the forming bruise there. Shilo let out a soft gasp and had to make a conscious effort to force her knees to hold her up - feeling this, the Graverobber aided her by placing his free hand solidy upon her behind. After another kiss on her hip, he trailed his lips down the crease where her thigh met her lower body, over her panties, letting the cloth barrier just heighten the sensation. Her hips bucked towards him reflexively - she wanted more, had only a vague idea of what she wanted, and he knew it. His knee, the one not supporting his weight, nudged her to spread her legs a bit and she obliged him, almost helpless to resist. The sharp, wavering cry that greeted his ears at the first kiss he laid betwixt her thighs let him know he had done something that she liked... very much.

"Stay still," he commanded softly, his words almost muffled against her.

"But why...?" Shilo tried to ask.

"Trust me," the Graverobber cut her off, kissing her more firmly between her legs and listening to her whimper because of it.

He pulled back and, without looking up at her, brought both hands to her hips, bowing his head to kiss along the waistband of those awkwardly endearing black kitty panties. Shilo panted at his expert lips repeatedly touching the soft skin of her lower belly, the contact extending each time and his breath tickling her in between. She cried out when he teasingly took the black elastic waistband between his teeth and let it snap gently against her skin, her knees going weak under her. Relying on his hands to keep her standing, she let her upper body relax, her head falling back with a deep moan, as he kissed down between her legs again, his tongue sliding against already-soaked cloth. He answered with a deeper moan, gripping her hips a little harder than he might have meant to, and bit the band of her panties again, this time tugging them downwards. His hands slid up to rest on her slim waist, ensuring her stability, as he pulled the little black garment down off her hipbones a bit at a time.

Finally looking up at her, smiling reassuringly, Graverobber removed his hands from Shilo's waist and took both her hands in his, guiding them to his shoulders so that she could hold herself up if need be. Immediately, as his hands guided her panties down her legs, hers gripped his shoulders as hard as she could, a quiet whine tumbling from her lips. Smiling, he kissed her right thigh, caressing the soft skin as he curved one hand around the back of her knee, bringing it up so that she could rest her foot on his knee, making it easier for him to get her panties out of the way. Keeping her hands tensed where they were, Shilo shifted her weight so that she could step out of them completely. Panting hard, she watched the man on his knees carefully, waiting in unconcealed anticipation for whatever strange and wonderful thing he might do next. With one hand around her knee and the other still on her hip, the Graverobber kissed his way back up her inner thigh and leaned closer to let her know for the first time exactly what a man's tongue felt like against her wet slit.

Shilo cried out as that warm, wet tongue dipped down to taste her entrance, teasing the sensitive skin there to coax more of that sweet flavor out of her body, then talented lips encircled her clit in a tender kiss. Graverobber pulled her closer, letting her almost off-balance for a moment before steadying her with strong hands, and let out a soft answering moan into her folds. The gentle vibrations caused a new, wonderful feeling between her legs and she arched against him, still trying to hold herself up with her hands on his shoulders. His lips left her clit after sucking on it briefly and his tongue replaced the feeling with deliberate swirls that caused every muscle in her lower body to tense up as she let out a long moan, almost a wail. The teenager felt her knees going weak and arched her hips reflexively into the masterful touch of his tongue. Lapping the small cluster of sensitive nerves with long, slow strokes. caused her body to produce even more of that sweet juice and the Graverobber helped Shilo position her body so that he could lick closer to her opening.

Her eyes closed as his tongue slid right inside her, then out, and then back in, in imitation of what she knew his hips would be doing later - she wasn't dense enough not to know where this night was headed. Graverobber pulled back a bit to catch his breath, then, completely on impulse, swiftly bit the inside of Shilo's left thigh, causing her to squeak out loud. One hand left his shoulder to pull on his hair in retaliation, though not hard enough to even begin to hurt, and he licked the bite tenderly, already turning stark red on her pale skin. He tightened his hand, gripping her a bit more firmly and switched over to her right thigh, kissing down the inside to find that she had a sensitive little place on the side of her knee. Smiling just the tiniest bit evilly, he looked up into her crimson face and winked at her before snaking his tongue out to flutter against the nerve cluster. Shilo's muscles tensed again and her eyes fell half-closed as she watched his tongue move against her skin.

As the two of them savored the moment, Shilo panting hard and the Graverobber now trailing his lips back up her thigh, a most peculiar thing chose that particular moment to happen. An odd sound, like a rumbling growl, announced itself prominently, breaking the relative silence of the room, cutting through Shilo's panting and her Graverobber's answering groans. Shilo jerked her head up, looking around the kitchen in bleary confusion, wondering what the hell that noise had been and unable to find the presence of mind to intone a good "What the fuck?". Graverobber, on the other hand, knew exactly where the sound had come from: his own stomach. He couldn't help it - he had been too hungry for too long and his body had finally decided to let him know in no uncertain terms that it required food and would not be denied. It was now his turn to feel the burning in the tips of his ears and know they were just as red as Shilo's cheeks had been so many times tonight. Rather awkwardly, releasing his grip on Shilo's knee, he clambered to his feet, watching Shilo raise an eyebrow at him, her mouth twitching in what might have been amusement.