Shilo stirred as something stiff and increasingly familiar slid between her legs, rubbing the bottom of her buttocks. A rush of warmth flooded her belly. She was naked, curled in bed with Graverobber. No one had ever seen her naked before, not really, except for her dad when she was very little and that didn't even count. She tried to push away the memories of her father's face, his voice. Tonight, of all nights, Shilo was desperate to be free of ghosts.

She rolled over onto her belly, shoving pillows out of her way so she could breathe. Graverobber moved to cover her, planting sucking kisses down her spine. The air made her skin tingle when it touched where his lips had been a moment before. His hand slipped beneath her, pulling her up to all fours, then joined the other hand in teasing her breasts and nipples before moving to stroke her back. He pushed at her entrance, and Shilo instinctively spread her legs wider.

"You okay, Shilo?" he asked.

She nodded mutely. That didn't seem to satisfy him, as he gently patted her on her bottom and asked again, "No, are you okay?"

"I-" she choked out. She peered at him over her shoulder. In the twilight he looked even bigger than she remembered, fierce, predatory. Shilo trembled. She was letting a man who's real name she didn't even know fuck her senseless all night. Her dad would be horrified.

Maybe Graverobber had the mutant power of mindreading, because he snapped, "No. Don't think about him. Don't think about any of them. They're not here, we are. We are." As though to drive the point home, he pressed his hips against her, stopping just short of penetrating her. Electricity ran down Shilo's spine to the tips of her fingers and toes. Her body was aching for something, something she'd had no name for before tonight. Now she was drunk on it, giddy, higher than any of Graverobber's scalpel sluts.

"You're here with me," said Graverobber, his hands exploring the curve of her hips, trailing down to her thighs. Shilo's skin prickled deliciously. "With me. You're not a ghost to me."

He slipped in more easily than last time, as though her body recognized him and welcomed him back. Shilo groaned in protest when he pulled back out almost immediately.

"Do you know what I see when I look at you?" His voice deepened, she felt it in her chest.

"I don't know."

Graverobber thrust back in again. "Not a dead woman." Shilo gripped the mattress desperately, then gave that up and grabbed the headboard with one hand to brace herself. He was pounding into her now, long hard strokes that left her gasping, exhaling with little squeaks. She wrenched her eyes shut, concentrating on the feel of him sliding in and out of her, his hands on her hips, the rocking of the bed, his soft cursing, the tension pooling between her legs.

Shilo looked back again to see him shaking and moaning as he thrust into her. Beautiful. She was doing that to him, her body, Shilo. No one else could give him this moment. Only her.

Graverobber shifted his weight over her, pushing her towards the headboard a little more so that he could rest his own hands on it. She was going to wring an orgasm out of him soon enough, but Shilo looked as though she needed a little encouragement to help her along. He quickened his thrusts, going shallower and faster, and was rewarded with panting. His tongue flicked out and licked her right below her ear, and that was it, she went over the edge with a low moan. A couple of more strokes finished him as well, and he wrapped his arms around Shilo, pressing her to him, her back to his chest, holding her through the aftershocks.

Fuck. At this rate, Shilo was going to ruin him for other women. Graverobber sighed and pulled himself off her. He pulled a pillowcase off a pillow and used it to clean himself off, then stood up, albeit shakily. "You okay now?" he asked.

Shilo's expression was one of perfect contentment. When she answered "Oh, yeah" he believed her this time. Shilo sprawled across the bed, sated. When she saw him dressing she perked up and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm afraid I have prior engagements with some very lovely ladies," Graverobber told her. "They're a bit stiffer than you, and colder too, but it wouldn't be right to leave them six feet under tonight." Accepting this, Shilo laid back and dozed off. She was vaguely aware of rustling noises, and the door opening and closing, but she didn't wake back up. It seemed natural to hear him come and go.

In her dreams they came back to her, Daddy and Mag and the horrors, and when she awoke Shilo found a note on the nightstand that said "Order some takeout" with a little money, and under it an envelope with her name on it. She opened it and found a bus ticket to Las Vegas.