***LEMON!***

Graverobber's mouth felt extremely dry.

Had she just said that?

What did she mean?

What game was she playing?

What did she want him to do?

Oh the things he'd do…

His eyes drifted to the shadowed section in between her legs, just hidden by that tiny nightshirt. Her pale skin was like marble, unscathed save for that mysterious scar on her chin. She looked at him with her big innocent eyes, waiting for an answer.

"I…" He started, but couldn't bring himself to say the thought that came to mind which was I'd be glad to show you. "What do you mean?" He said instead.

Shilo's shoulders shrugged and fell. Watching it brought a small touch of heat Graverobber's palms. Shilo went back to looking at her fingernails. Her voice was barely a whisper.

"It's not like I haven't done … things. … By myself." Graverobber's erection was not fully attentive. He couldn't tell if she could notice it but he prayed she didn't.

Shilo continued talking.

"I've just never been with anyone… like that. I wanted to know what it's like." She chanced a look back up at him but Graverobber was turned away to hide his … new development.

"I'm sorry." Shilo said. Graverobber felt guilt seep into his chest. He wanted to help her but with this? How could he? He certainly knew how but…

No, she couldn't want that. Not him.

The room suddenly became dimmer, and he heard soft footsteps by the window. Shilo drew the curtains shut. She returned to the bed, this time just sitting on the edge opposite him.

"You don't have to be sorry." He managed to say. He felt the bed move as Shilo curled herself up.

"You can sleep in my dad's old room. It's across the stairs." Her voice sounded faint, broken. Like it had been when she was singing in the graveyard. When she'd been singing about him. The guilt twisted deeper into Graverobber's chest. He was such an asshole.

"You can't explain it in words." He finally said. The bed shifted again, Shilo moving.

"You can't?" She pressed. He was in physical pain trying to fight the urge to spin around and pin her to the bed. His nails dug into the mattress, holding his place.

"No." Was all he could force out, biting his lip.

The bed shifted yet again and he could feel Shilo's body close to his. The warmth she radiated called to him but he fought it. She sat beside him, sitting up on her knees; she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Graverobber's skin practically melted at the sensation. It travelled across his back and rested on the opposite side, Shilo's chest now pressed against his shoulder and he could feel every breath she took. Her other hand came up to tug softly at his collar. Her voice was soft at his ear.

"Will you show me?" She whispered, Graverobber's desire pulsed through him, he felt a moan in his throat that he refused to let out. His hands shook with the effort. Shilo's hand moved from his collar and slowly trailed down his torso to the tension in his lap. He let out a gasp despite himself, as her gentle fingers brushed against his zipper.

"Please," She whispered, "Please Graves, will you show me?"

That was it. He broke.

Graverobber turned his head and caught her lips in a kiss more intense than anything he'd ever experienced. Her arms circled his neck as he pulled her back onto the bed, her body fitting easily under his. He ran his hand up her thigh as he kissed her, relishing in the silky feel of her skin. When he got to the hem of her nightshirt he halted, unsure about going forward, but Shilo crushed his lips against hers and bent her legs, giving him complete access. He gasped into her mouth when he felt her heat against his aching member through his jeans.

Shilo had unbuttoned his shirt and her soft, warm hands were traveling up and down his back. He pulled her nightshirt up and over her head, tossing it aside, he took a moment to stare at the woman that lay before him.

His whole life, the only women he'd ever known were promiscuous, plastic, addicts. There was nothing to them but implants and staples. But seeing Shilo, laying beneath him, dark hair splayed out behind her head, in nothing but her black bra and panties.

What had he done to deserve something so flawless?

He had no time to think it over because Shilo was already pulling him back to her for another kiss. Her hands quickly tore his shirt from his shoulders.

Graverobber snaked a hand beneath her and unclasped the teasing black bra, slipping it off her easily. With her perfect, round breasts now exposed, Graverobber wasted no time moving his mouth down to circle one pointed, pink nipple. Shilo moaned beneath him and he felt a shudder go down his spine. He brought his free hand to her other breast and teased it gently, loving the way she writhed beneath him.

His erection ached in his pants but he ignored it, the only way he could hold his dignity was if he refused to pleasure himself. Only Shilo. And pleasuring Shilo turned out to be more than enough for him at the moment.

She moaned deliciously as his hands caressed her and Graverobber let his mouth return to hers for a deep kiss. Shilo gasped against him when he slipped his tongue between her lips, followed by a deep sound of enjoyment.

His hand moved along her hip, taking his time before he arrived at the place he so desperately wanted to touch.

Pushing aside her panties he let out a growl when he felt how ready she was. His finger slipped inside her easily and Shilo clenched around him. His thumb found her clit and massaged it gently. Shilo squirmed, soft moans of pleasure falling from her lips like rain. He slipped another finger inside and moved them faster, causing Shilo to buck beneath him. She arched her back and he knew she had to be close, so close.

He could feel himself building, without any help at all, Graverobber knew he was going to cum whether he aught to or not.

Shilo's body tensed and she clung to him, nails digging into his back, she cried out and a guttural growl erupted from Graverobber as he felt himself tip over the edge with her.

White spots blurred his image and he was positive he would pass out from the impact.

Shilo's body went slack beneath him and he collapsed along side her, both of them panting. Shilo pulled the white bed sheet up over them and Graverobber once again doubted if he did the right thing.

It felt so right to him.

But he was selfish, and definitely unworthy.

Shilo curled herself up in the sheets and whispered to him,

"Thank you."

Before rolling over and falling asleep.

Graverobber lay there, staring at the ceiling.

What was he going to do?