Shilo's lips were softer and sweeter than any thing Graverobber had ever tasted before, she was compliant and yielding, opening her mouth eagerly for his entry. She made hungry little mewing noises trying to pull him closer, deepen the kiss. Graverobber lifted her off her feet, Shilo instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips as he backed her against a wall.

Shilo buried her hands in his thick knotted hair. She rubbed against him restlessly wanting more than his words of love and sweet kisses. She wanted to know what it felt like to be bad with a man who was any thing but good. Graverobber pulled out of the kiss gasping for air and laughing. "not eager are ya kid?"

"stop talking." she growled bouncing on his hips. "this would go a lot faster if we took our cloths off. I have read books." she reached for the buttons on his shirt. Graverobber dropped her to the bed and walked to the door.

"I told you no, and I meant it…at least for now." he left the room. Shilo sprawled out on the bed exasperated but hopeful. He had said no but only for now.

Graverobber had to clear his head, he thought perhaps a little work and some time in the ally would do him some good; bring him back to the real world. The cemetery's familiar smell couldn't complete with Shilo's sweet sexy scent. The girls in the ally showing off their new parts made him nostalgic for the soft real flesh that had been pressed against him just a few hours ago. The real world didn't have any thing on the heaven that was waiting in his apartment.

The whole walk home all Graverobber could think about was the kid. Her big expressive eyes, how she had vowed not to cry. But when she thought he was rejecting her those sweet childish tears came to the surface. How easily women use tears to their advantage. She did look beautiful with those wet streaks on her cheeks. When he pushed open the door to his rented room she was lying spread eagle on his bed naked as the day she was born, testing his resistance.

"honey I'm home." he called softly. She jumped a bit and sat up to look at him thorough the darkness.

"Graverobber is that you?"

"are you expecting company dressed like that?"

"just you baby." she cooed. The damn girl would get more than she bargained for if she kept egging him on like that. He shrugged off his coat and hung it over the back of the chair and Folded his shirt onto the dresser before sitting on the bed to pull off his boots. The little minx slithered across the bed and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

"let me help you get more comfortable." she offered fumbling with his belt buckle. He stopped her hands and turned in her arms still sitting on the bed.

"keep it up and I'll spank you like the baby you are." her eyes widened for a moment before she slipped back into her sexy grin.

"promise?" she teased, her little pink tong darting out to wet her lips in anticipation. Graverobber scrubbed at his face with his hands, what was he going to do with a fallen angel in his bed.

"lets just talk for a little ya?" he offered. She had seemed so eager to talk earlier now she frowned.

"talk about what?"

"life."

"life sucks." she pouted. "my life was hell, obviously yours wasn't grate…I think we should put the past behind us and move forward." she smiled and reached for him again.

"your childhood wasn't that bad, ok your father was poisoning you to keep you prisoner. He also kept a roof over your head, gave you every thing you wanted, you never went hungry, you were loved more than any other child before you I am sure." Graverobber chided, it was not good to speak poorly of the dead, even in his line of work her did not disrespect their spirits…just their bodies.

"how can you justify making me sick with love?"

"I'm not saying it was right I'm just saying you were loved and as much as you deny it now, you did love him."

"what about you, have you ever loved any one?" Graverobber squirmed under her penetrating stair. There was no getting out of it he had started this little conversation.

"once." he admitted begrudgingly. Begging her with his eyes not to ask ant more questions.

"who was she?" Graverobber took Shilo's hand in his, turning it over ans studying it intently as he began to talk.

"her name was Skelly, we were young. I had spent my life on the streets, not that I didn't have a home to go to but who wants to go home and fight when you can do your fighting under the stars." he smirked. "I wasn't always a Graverobber, I used to be a petty thief. I broke into a house one night looking for valuables, she was there bloody and bruised beat by her father. I went back several times, tried to get her to run away with me…thought I could protect her.

I was wrong. Her father found us, he had weapons I couldn't fight. He stabbed me in the chest," Graverobber place Shilo's hand on a ragged scar on his chest. "he punctured one of my lungs, I fell to my knees begged for mercy. He gave it to me, pistol whipped me and knocked my ass out. When I woke up in the hospital a week later she was dead. I moved into her mausoleum. that's where I met my mentor. that's when I became Graverobber instead of just…."

"just what?" Shilo held her breath.

"just trash kid."

"oh Graverobber you were never trash!" she cried and hugged him.

"it's late kid, get some sleep."

** I am actually nervous when I post this stuff…I don't show my writing to my friend and family my husband gets yelled at when he tries to read it over my shoulder. I appreciate your comments and feed back pleas constructive criticism only.