Graverobber slept like he was dead.
Flat. Motionless, sleep.
Part of it was because he'd never cum so hard in his life, but most of it was because if he thought too much about what he'd done, the shock would keep him up for days.
He tried reasoning to himself. She'd wanted to, she'd asked for it, she'd thanked him!
Why did he feel so guilty?
Because she still seemed like a kid.
Shilo didn't know anything about sex or men, she didn't know what it was supposed to mean.
What was it supposed to mean?
Graverobber was positive he'd never been in love. But he'd definitely had sex.
Raw, undignified, sometimes painful sex; because that's what he deserved.
Graverobber lay in the bed, eyes wide at the revelation. He didn't deserve Shilo. That's why he felt so guilty.
Turning over, he realized he was alone in the bed. He sat up, scanning the empty room. His own clothes were folded and sitting on the end of the bed. He quickly changed into them, taking a moment to admire the fresh scent. His jacket must be downstairs. He poked his head out the door, no Shilo.
He checked the bathroom, no Shilo.
He walked down the stairs, pausing when he heard sounds coming from the kitchen. She was here. His breathing sped up. Should he run?
But his jacket, his bag; quit being a pussy, he told himself.
Coming into the kitchen, Graverobber wasn't sure what he should do. Shilo stood next to the stove, eggs sizzling in front of her while she buttered a piece of toast. Graverobber's stomach grumbled at the delicious smell. Fortunately it couldn't be heard over the soft music coming from a battered old radio. Shilo hummed along, she seemed…happy.
She was wearing a pair of black short shorts, with thigh high black stockings and a grey tee shirt covered in stains. Graverobber cleared his throat, Shilo spun around, a smile appearing on her face.
"Hey." She said.
"Hey," He responded, "Uh, coat? Bag?"
"Den." She clarified, "Here, eat this. I'll get them."
She slid a fried egg on top of a piece of toast and set the plate down for him. Graverobber stared after her before attacking the food like a wild animal. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had hot food. It burned his tongue but in the best way. Shilo returned a moment later catching him with half a piece of toast in his mouth and yolks dripping down his chin. She chuckled, setting his things on the table.
"Do you want another?" She asked, handing him a napkin. He eyed the egg still on the stove. "I already ate." Shilo insisted, grabbing his plate. He took the second helping gratefully.
"Thanks kid." He grinned. She busied herself cleaning the dishes. "Trying out a new look?" He asked, glancing at her ratty tee shirt. Shilo smirked at him over her shoulder, making his chest feel tight.
"I have to wear it at work otherwise all my clothes would look like this." She examined the multicolored stains speckled all over it.
Graverobber nodded. He'd never felt more awkward. Clearing his throat again, he dared to say what was on his mind.
"We should talk about last night." He said. Shilo's movements at the sink slowed. What was she thinking? Shame? Regret? Disgust?
Graverobber winced, ready for the slew of insults he knew was coming.
"I'm so sorry." Is what Shilo said instead.
He felt like he'd been punched in the chest.
"What?" He choked out. Shilo hunched herself over the sink.
"I cornered you, you didn't want to, but I made you." She ran a hand through her hair. "I'm sorry. I can't imagine how I compare to all those girls you must know downtown. Terrible probably."
Graverobber was stunned, completely immobilized. She was… guilty? How? He had to say something, what could he say?
"I'm sorry I made you do that. I just…wanted you so much, I… it's no excuse." She clutched the edge of the sink, her knuckles white. Graverobber willed himself to go to her and speak.
He placed his hands on her shoulders, feeling how tense she was.
"You should not be sorry." He said softly, Shilo's trembling froze as his breath brushed the back of her head.
"But…" she started; he spoke quickly.
"I've known lots of women, and there is nothing to compare. Shilo, you put them all to shame." The truth of his words swelled in his chest.
Shilo turned to face him; her eyes glittered with tears, their chests an inch apart. He didn't know if it was the fact that he'd said her name, or if it was what he said that made her cheeks flush.
"So, you don't hate me?" She asked. Her eyes hopeful, like two giant bowls of melted chocolate.
Hate her? Hate?! How could he hate her? He… He what?
"Kid," He said, wiping away a stray tear, "You are the only person I don't hate."
She beamed up at him and the sight brought an airy feeling into Graverobber's chest. She crushed him in a hug before flitting away to gather her things.
He shrugged on his coat, taking a quick moment to redo his trademark makeup.
Shilo came back in, smirking at the image of him and his tiny compact mirror and eye pencil.
"Choose your words carefully." He cautioned. Shilo bit her bottom lip, stifling a laugh. Instead she walked over and sat herself up on the table in front of him, her hands fingering his array of cosmetics. Graverobber's eyes drifted up her legs, peeking beneath her shorts he remembered how she'd looked last night. Spread out beneath him, warm and inviting. He felt the head spread across his lap.
"Can I try this?" She asked, holding up his tube of black lip stick. Graverobber nodded dumbly, handing her the battered compact mirror. Shilo took it and expertly lined her lips with the black goop. He watched her mouth work, as it opened and closed and rolled. When she was finished, Shilo looked at him.
"What do you think?"
The dark lips made her ivory skin look even paler, and it matched her hair to the point that her face might as well be a black and white photo.
"I don't think it's your color, Sugar." He admitted, taking the tube from her. Shilo chuckled, sticking out her tongue before swooping down and kissing his exposed neck. It left a black swatch of lips on his skin. Graverobber was taken aback by the playful show of affection. Shilo hopped off the table and went out to the foyer.
Graverobber gathered up his stuff and followed, choosing not to wipe off the kiss.
Shilo was sitting on the stairs, tying the laces of her chunky black boots. She stoo and pulled on a tailored, grey peacoat, buttoning it up to her chest. Graverobber watched her, so simple and pure. What could she possibly want from him?
"So, I'll see you later." Shilo said. And then she was gone.
Out the door.
Leaving Graverobber to ponder over her vague farewell.