AN: I feel like I should be updating Cohabitation, but I just need to write something different. --Squash
"What?" Graverobber cocked his head, not certain he'd heard correctly.
Shilo chuckled, tugging at his coat. . "You heard what I said."
"Kid, I'm pretty damn sure you didn't mean that." He sat down on the toilet lid, accentuating his curse by slamming his fist against the counter.
"You smell like dead people. I'm not fucking a guy who smells like death. I'm not into that." Shilo pulled off her shirt, folding it before setting it on a shelf.
He snorted, glancing away. "Where'd you learn to talk like that, anyways? Three months ago the boldest thing you ever did was open your window."
She straddled his lap, grabbed his face, and turned it towards her. "What do you think I do when you're off dealing? I sure as hell don't stand around pouting."
"Naturally." Graverobber went to jab at her chest with a finger, then realized what he was doing. "What makes you think you'll be screwing me, anyways?"
"I've never seen you turn down an offer." She pointed out.
"And you're making one?" He raised an eyebrow and ran his fingernails lightly up her spine. She was too damn easy.
"I thought I was pretty fucking clear. What do I have to do, start forcibly undressing you?" Shilo started to unbutton his shirt.
He stood up abruptly, knocking her butt-first onto the floor. "Kid, you need to raise your standards."
"I like them just fine." Undiscouraged, she took off her boots.
"No." He snorted. "You don't choose a man like that, Shi. Getting with anything female is not a positive qualification."
"I don't care." Shilo pulled off her other boot. Damn. He was losing her.
He leaned over her, blocking the light. "I do." And that was when she did something completely unexpected.
Graverobber stood stock-still as Shilo kicked her boots aside, spun her feet around, got to her knees, and began deliberately unbuckling his belt. "You." she said, unbuttoning his fly, "Are getting in that shower, whether you like it or not. And I'm sick of this god-damned honor that you have. I've seen you looking. Don't," she began to pull down his pants, "pretend you don't want this."
"Yes, ma'am." he dropped to his knees and took her face in his hands. "That's more like it."
He teased his lips down the line of her jaw, shifting his hands to her waist when she turned to kiss him properly. He didn't fight for control, but let Shilo take the lead. He liked that. In the back alleys dealing Z, women were passive vessels, willing to host his body for a hit of the glow. A woman who wanted him was a heady experience. And innocent little Shilo Wallace, using her mouth in ways she didn't understand, was a lot more arousing than just any woman.
Without warning, Shilo pulled away. "Sorry." she said, "You just, you smell like--"
"Dead people. You said that earlier." He peeled off his shirt, then glanced at her skirt. "You're going to need to take that off if you're serious about joining me."