He knows that he ought to stop this. When her hand comes up to skim across the curve of his jaw he knows that he ought to stop her, push her back and away. Hell, he's old enough to be her father and she is so new to the world. There are laws about this kind of thing but then laws have never had much of an effect on what he decides to do with his time. She looks up at him with those angel eyes of hers and she trusts him for fuck's sake. So her hand comes up and curls in his hair and he doesn't stop her, doesn't pull away when she leans up towards him.
Shilo Wallace is making her first moves towards being a woman and he's going to let her. Partially because he's never really bothered with what he ought to do and hang the consequences but also, in more than small part, because he wants to see this. He lives his life by seconds, by moments between junkies and whores and run ins with the law - lawless? but he's not here to debate the semantics of the modern judiciary system - and all of that living by experience has left him craving more.
Her mouth is soft, sweet and she tastes like the candy she was just sucking on. His hands find her hips, grasping and demanding, dipping under the hem of her sweater as he backs her into a wall. Why not? It's nice, he's enjoying this. Graverobber feeds at her mouth, teeth and tongues and wanting because he does, because who wouldn't? The girl is a bit of beautiful and a whole lot of innocent and he's always liked the role of corrupter. The skin under his hands is soft, cool and the way it shivers under his fingers proves that he's the first one here. That's nice too, knowing grave dirt and the stink of his skin is always, always, going to hover when another man touches her.
But Graverobber likes leaving a bit of himself.
His fingers find the edge of her bra and he pulls away, his need to breath finally taking over from just how nice her mouth tastes. Her hands aren't pulling him close anymore, little hands shoving at his chest because - let's face it - this is not what she wanted this kiss to be. Oh, Graverobber knows that, he's a perceptive guy and he sees the way she watches him. He knows exactly what she's made him out to be in the quiet of her mind. He's not the hero she wants him to be so he lets her push him away.
"Fucking tease," he drawls it, spins the words until even he thinks he sounds bored by the whole ordeal and throws his hands up, turns away. He tosses some farewell over his shoulder - maybe it's a see you round, or a it's been something - but he doesn't quite pay attention to it because she sniffles. It's a wet sound, soft and muffled behind a hand but he knows exactly what it means.
And good. Because Shilo Wallace's mouth is sweet and soft and tastes like the candy she's been sucking on and the sooner she learns that he's bad news the better for her.
Or at least that's what he's telling himself these days.