Have A Little Priest

Fuck. The damn firing squad. Again. Couldn't a man just rob graves in peace any more these days?
Apparently not. And now they were on his tail again, pouring through the alley, not ready to shoot, lest they harm a potential customer. He saw a door standing open, saw the opportunity, and took it.
He barreled in, sliding a bit as his sodden soles hit the polished floor of the church. His head snapped around just in time to see a priest climbing into a confession box. He threw himself in after the man, tackling him inside. With the element of surprise and two quick jerks to his neck, the man was dead. Which would have been enough, had not theh other side of the confessional opened, and closed and the door between them sliding open, so he could hear.

Shilo had wandered into the church almost by accident. Her dad hadn't been big on religion and it wasn't as if she'd ever been inside a church before. Besides, it was raining again and she needed a place to stay, maybe some company. It had been weeks since she'd actually talked to someone, weeks of wandering the streets, or hiding back in her room, listening to the emptiness of the house.
She heard a crashing noise, and noticed the door of the confessional sliding shut. She'd barely noticed the priest, who seemed to know she needed to talk on her own terms. Timidly, she slid into the other side of the confessional and shut the door.
"Ah...hello? Sir? I...I've never been to church, my dad wasn't really religious or anything but...I'm...I just need to talk to someone."

"Tell me your sins, my child, and I shall help you to absolve them." It had slipped ou of his mouth almost before he knew it, but that was okay. He really regretted not looking th epart. The voice was semi-familiar... perhaps he'd shot her up at some point? He shrugged and looked at the priest's body slumped beside him. The guy was just about his height, though a little wider than him. He shrugged and stripped off the coat, and began working on his buttons as he spoke.
"Confession traditionally begins with the phrase, 'Forgive me father for I have sinned, it has been...' and then you say how long snce your last confession. Then you tell me what you have done to make you guilty."

"I...forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been...I've never confessed before..." Shilo's voice quavered and she almost swore at how timid and little girlish she sounded. "My dad, he died trying to help me, and my god mother...my mom. Its all my fault, I should never have gone outside, and I just...its so..." her voice cracked, and it took her a few minutes to get a hold of herself.
"I'm lonely. I...there's no one at all left, and I don't know what to do! I've never been alone before. I'd be better off as a junkie." The last words had anger behind them, a bit of a snarl. "The dreams don't help either...is this really the sort of thing you tell priests? I..its so weird."

He nearly cursed. It was the Wallace kid! That girl had almost ruled the world. ...and she was here again. Why did their paths keep crossing like this? He could feel the smirk growing on his face, and fought to keep it out of his voice.
"What sort of dreams plague you, child?"
An innocent enough question, and he supposed she had an innocent enough answer. Poor sheltered child... Too bad he couldn't teach her... some things... His mind wandered a bit and he pulled off the shirt.

Shilo's face began heating up, and she fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. "Just...dreams...and...I...they're about a man." She blurted out the last bit in a hurry, her cheeks bright red and flaming from the admission. That had been one of the reasons she hadn't gone to find Graverobber, she blushed so easily she was sure he'd see right through her and she'd be addicted, not to Z but to him.

Well now... He paused in his unbuttoning of the priest's shirt for just a moment, and grinned full out.
'Oh really now?'
"Tell me about these dreams of yours, child. A man... what does he do? Does he touch you?" What better to get dressed to, than a young girl admitting to wet dreams. He would have sighed happily if it weren't for his fear of her hearing. He could hear her shuffling around in there, and he knew it worked both ways.

Shilo started a bit, she hadn't realized she was expected to be detailed about things. Stammering, she tried to form an answer. "I...yes..." She continued to worry at a loose thread on the hem of her skirt, pulling it up a bit to adjust one of her stockings. She half expected her cheeks to burst into flame, and her heart had started to beat quickly, thudding heavily against her chest.

He waited for her to elaborate for a moment, then sighed.
"My dear child, if you don't tell me what you've done and what you've dreamed, how can I absolve you of your doubts and guilt? Let me make this easier on you. This man, do you know him?" he was pulling the shirt's collar straight now, making sure he lined it up right for buttoning purposes.

"I don't know him. I don't even know his name. He... he saved me a couple times, he's just some dealer on the streets." Shilo blushed harder. How ridiculous was it, to be having these...dreams, about the Graverobber? "Its so...it doesn't make sense!" Shilo's voice cracked with frustration, and she gave the wall of the confessional a swift kick.

His fingers slipped on the buttons. ...How many street dealers did she know? And how many were men? After all, most of the deallers he knew were Genterns who sold on the side... The thumnk on the wall of the confession made him jump, thinking of the firing squad probably still searching for him. Then he realized what it must be, and grinned again. Oh, the pent up emotions of a sexually frusturated teenager.
"Lust seldom does, kid." He finished with the buttons and began replacing the tab in the collar, his fingers becoming more deft as the cold wore out of them.
"Perhaps if you told me what he does to you in these dreams..."
The thought of hearing her say that sort of thing, her voice as soft and unsure as it had been, made him suddenly feel the need to sit back down.

Shilo's mind raced, images flashing through her mind as she tried to get an answer for the priest. "father..." Her voice came out soft, almost a whisper, and breathy. "He...sometimes its just...just kissing, other times..." Her face was on fire with embarrassment and remembered lust. The way the priest had said "Kid" had reminded her of him. She supposed that was just her imagination running wild. "father..."She called again "I don't...I don't know how to explai--I'm sorry, father. I'm...I was sort of sheltered."

He chuckled.
"Perhaps..." He paused, wondering how far he dared take the idea. "Perhaps I can be of assistance." He slid the door on his side of the confession open and peeked out carefully. It all looked safe... he slid the priest's side door closed behindhim, and yanked open her dor, stepping inside and closing it behind him with a boot clad foot, his hand immediately slappng over her mouth.
"Maybe if you showed me what I did to you, it would be easier," he told her, smiling.

Shilo's heart skipped a beat or two when the door opened, and started thudding heavily against her ribs when Graverobber had shoved his way into the small confessional. Her eyes widened as his hand slapped over her mouth, her heart spasming in panic. Her whole body shivered, in fear, embarrasement and a bit of anger. It had been him listening to her confess, things she'd never given voice to, Her eyes narrowed, and she bit at the grimy, cold hand covering her mouth.

"Now now, kid, biting is a little kinkier than what I had in mind, but if that's what you want..." He crouched down a little so he culd look her in the eye, refusng to pull his hand away no matter how hard she was biting.
"Listen, I have a firing squad afetr me just like the night we met. I'd appreciate it if you stayed a little bit quiet for me, alright?"

Shilo glared at the taller man, if her mouth hadn't been covered, she'd be sneering at him. Her hands reached up to try and push his arm away, scrabbling at his palm ineffectually. Giving up for the time being, she slumped a bit against the wall of the confessional. She could smell him, the smell of unwashed man, dirt, and damp, feel the heat of him in that small space. His breath stirred her hair

"Now, if I let you go, are you going to scream?" He shrugged.
"The guy on the other side of that wood wall there is dead. You can join him if you want. Or we can just wait here, until I feel it is safe for me to leave here with my Z. Alright?"
He slowly removed his hand, and chuckled again at her glare.
"So, how have you been since the last time we spoke, kid?"

Her blood went cold. Dead? Oh god...he was seriously contemplating it. She glared at him again, and shook her head no. She'd been so stupid, imagine thinking THAT about him...she felt worse just thinking about it, and more embarrassed that he actually KNEW.

"So I hear you had a run in with the Largo clan." He said, brushing hair off her forehead with the same hand. He was almost purring, his voice was so low. He didn't want them to be caught after all.
"Didn't you learn anything at all from them? Apparently not," he answered himself, "Or you wouldn't be blushing so bad."

"So sorry, Father." She snarled the last word as harshly as she could while still whispering. His voice was rough and quiet, the hand playing with her hair gentle in contrast.

"For what?" He asked, genuinely surprised. He relaxed a little and sat beside her. She was working with him, not fighting, they would be fine.
"I think the blushing is actually very becoming on you, kid. You need some color in your cheeks."

He changed directions so fast she was momentarily at a loss. "Did you just compliment me?" The confessional was cramped with them both sharing one side of the little box, his legs were pressed up against hers, muddy and slightly cold, damp from the rain she'd come in here to escape.

"Heaven forbid." He dead panned, moving back into his calming priest voice.
"Honestly, where have you been? Missing for a few weeks, and still blushing at pictures in your sleep." He teased her mildly.
"By the way," His voice moved back into that rumblng purr, "I still want to know what I do to you there... in your head, that is."

"You mean aside from be a jerk?" Shilo shot back, her face reddening again as he asked. "I...I've been staying at my house mostly." She pulled at her skirt, accidentally flashing a glimpse of the tops of her stockings, and tried to look anywhere but at him.

He frowned. "You have to join the real world sometime, you know. No fair hiding forever." he grabbed her chin gently.
"Hey, you know if you need help, I'm willing, right? You have to eat somehow, and kitchen pantries don't stock themselves." He shrugged.
"I can always use an extra set of eyes while I'm harvesting." Tonight had been enough proof of that.

Shilo's heart sped up again when he took her chin in his hands. How long had it been since she'd had another person even talking to her, let alone touching her? "I...you'd do that for me?" Shilo's eyes filled a bit, her voice gone small and vulnerable.

"It's a thing of mutual benefits, kid. I live, you live, life is good." He patted her cheek and let his hand fall back into the safety of his lap.
"Besides, I've always wanted a young ward, someone to learn the fine craft of the harvest, and to fetch my slippers." He leaned back and put his arms behind his head, closing his eyes.
He cracked an eye open and looked down at her.
"And if you honestly think I even own a pair of slippers, you need to join the real world a lot more than I thought."

Shilo narrowly missed being smacked in the head when Graverobber put his arms behind his head, and shot him a quick glare. "So what you're saying is I do your dirty work and you reap the benefits? Sounds like child slavery." She grinned a bit, looking up at him with a glint in her eyes.

He left his eyes closed, already imagining the fresh wave of blushing that would follow his next words.
"Not on the first date, babe. Slavery has to wait until number three or four, or you'll und up a slut like Amber." He cracked his eye to see her response, but he wasn't finished talking yet.
"And no, your main job would be playing guard dog. It's good to know someone is watching when you have your back turned."

"You want me to be your dog, hmm?" She quirked an eyebrow at him, and settled back into a more relaxed pose, trying to beat him at his own game. The cramped space of the confessional made stretching out as he did rather difficult though.

He chuckled again.
"Really into that kinky shit, huh little one?" He shook his head.
"Biting, slavery, volunteering to be my dog. And I didn't even have to buy dinner."
"Not a dog. A sentinel. Just to help me know we've got company, so I can get us out of there before I have to try and figure out how to get a bullet," he tapped her in the temple gently. "Outta there."

At this point, Shilo was pretty sure she'd never stop blushing. "I never said you didn't have to buy me dinner." She tried to smile, and ended up half grimacing. "I...not like I have anything better to do with my time. May as well help you out of whatever tight spots you manage to get into."

"You're hired then." he told her, offering her a hand to shake.
"And as your first assignment, have a peek out that door, see if you can't see a way clear of us climbing out of this tiny room. it's a bit warm in here." He ran a finger under the clerical collar. It was snug, as it was made to be, but at least it was dry, which was more than he could say for his other shirt. His mind wandered back to the other side of the confessional.
...And then he realized that he was in her way. She was gonna have to climb over him to do as he'd asked. He wondered if she would, and licked his lips.

Shaking the Graverobber's hand, she stood up to try and reach across him to open the door to the confessional, stumbling a bit as she tried to navigate over his legs.

He pulled his legs closer to his body, leaning forward in the process, getting a face full of Shilo butt.
Not that it was a bad butt. In fact it was a fairly nice one. He reached forward before he could stop himself, and took hold of her hips, pulling her easily into his lap.
He put one arm across her lap like a seat belt, and the other went from her hip to the opposite shoulder.
"So, now we're all cozy, you want to tell me what I do, when you're asleep?" his voice was directly in her ear, and he could see the small hairs by her ear moving from it.
He licked his lips again.
She was really rather pretty, for a kid...

Shilo's breath hitched in her throat as Graverobber pulled her onto his lap, his voice in her ear and the rough fabric of his pants rubbing a bit on the gap of flesh between her stockings and her skirt. Again, visions of her dreams flashed through her mind, and she gasped a little bit. "I-I don't..." She struggled a bit, held tight against him and unable to get free.

"You don't what?" her asked, tongue sneaking out to line the shell of her ear with his saliva. He wasn't actually going to do anything to her. She was still a kid.
Wasn't she?
"How old are you again, kid?" Her gasping and squirming was doing awful things for his libido, and in their current situation, he would have a hard time hiding his body's natural reaction.

Shilo shuddered a bit as his tongue traced along her ear. "I-almost 18." One of her hands was resting on his knee, and involuntarily she dug her nails into it, her vision going a bit red around the edges.

"Not such a kid then, are you? What's your name again, princess?" the arm across her lap was slowly sliding downwards, gently tracing lines on her thigh as his mind formulated plans, built on daydreams, based on lust.
The nails in his knee were nice. They stung a little, gave him something to focus on.
'Fucking pervert.' he told himself. And he knew it was true, too.

"Shi-Shilo...you?" It was getting hard to concentrate, with his hands sliding down her body, one hand tracing designs on her thigh that felt electric. Her voice was getting as rough as his, the hand on his knee clenched harder and her other hand moved to rest on the hand that was busy tracing patterns on her leg.

He chuckled, the sounds hoarser and deeper than before.
"I'm Graverobber. You know that." It was a gentle admonishment, and he wished he could see her face. He pushed her back to standing, and turned her towards him.He stood too, pushing her small body back against the wall seperating the two halves of the confessional. He bent down until their eyelevels were even.
"You've been locked away for a long time, yes?" His hands came up to rest on either side of her head, and his left hand began playing with her hair.
"You've never been kissed, have you?"

"Se-seventeen years..." He was so close to her, she could see that his eyes were bright blue, "I-no..." His hands were playing with her hair again, shorter now that she'd abandoned the wig and the drugs had flushed out of her system. He was so much bigger than she was...not as tall as her dad but definitely much taller than she was.

He smiled. Obviously he was intimidating her. Poor dear. he brushed a hand across her forehead.
"May I kiss you, Shilo?" He wasn't really asking, didn't give her a chance to reply. Just moved in and took her lips with his, nudging her lower lip with his tongue, hoping she'd open her mouth, and let him in. There was so much he could show her, so many wonderful-- terrible-- wonderful things he could do to her.
But not against her will. He was no Pavi.

It took Shilo a minute to realize what had happened, the pressure of his lips against hers sent her mind reeling, and she lifted up an arm to reach around his neck, pulling him a little closer as she opened her mouth against his.

A voice in his head crowed triumphantly as she pulled him closer instead of pushing him away. He smiled against her lips and pressed his tongue into her, tracing the lines of her teeth, rolling his tongue up against her own. Nothing here was safe from him. He explored all of her mouth with his tongue. The hand closest to the door slid down the wall, down her side, and came to rest on her hip. He splayed his hand there, covering as much skin as he could without moving further, He didn't want to scare her. He pulled his face away from hers.
"Well?" he breathed.

Shilo's eyes were half closed, her hand still around the back of his neck, underneath the tangled mess of his hair. Looking up at Graverobber, she took a second to think and let the growling, dark voice in her head win out. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, she pulled his face back down towards her and pressed her lips againsst his.

She hadn't really answered his question. He supposed he ought to be angry. Or at least a little put out. Instead, all he felt was a growing tightness in his pants. He decided to risk what he was about to do. He continued moving his mouth against hers, and ran his hand back up her side and under her vest, to capture one delicate, well formed breast in his hand. He hefted it for only a moment, then flicked his thumb across the hardened nipple, only to still it, waiting for her reaction.

A moan escaped Shilo's mouth as his cold hand traced down her back and under her shirt, involuntairily pressing harder against him as he flicked his thumb across her nipple. Her nails dug into his shoulder, and the hand holding his hair jerked, pulling his head back a bit.

He moaned softly and brought his head back down, and to the side, resting it on her shoulder while he tried to regain control of himself. She was so small... he felt almost afraid that he'd break her, somehow.
His face turned away from hers, he muttered into her neck.
"You know what I said earlier about biting?" Once again, he didn't wait for her answer, licking first, then gently nibbling on the side of her throat.

Shilo's back arched, and she dragged her hand down his back, another, slightly louder moan escaping her throat. Her other hand slipped from around his neck and fell to his waist, untucking his shirt, she slid her hand under it, mimicking the designs he'd been tracing on her leg earlier. "Ohh...god..." Her eyes lost their focus a bit when he bit her, warm breath and sharp teeth against her skin.

With her working on undressing him, he declared open season on Shilo. his hand abandoned her back, and arn down her side, under her skirt. He drew tiny circles all along her thigh, and when he reached her inner thights, he didn't even give her a chance to think, He pulled aside her underwear, and slid his finger along the length of her folds, revelling in the moisture and heat he found there. He let go of her breast and took hold of her chin again, bringing his mouth up to meet hers.

Shilo bit at his lower lip as Graverobber's hand went...places. "P-p-please" her words punctuated by moans and kissing. Digging her nails into his back, she bucked against him, vision blurred. Deserting his mouth for a second, she followed his example and bit into his neck, a little rougher than she'd intended as another shudder rocked her body.

"Please what, Shilo? Are you going to answer my question now?" He slippd a finger inside of her, then pulled it quickly out and pushed his knee between her legs, pushing up on the center of her lust.
"Is this what I did to you when you were sleeping? Or do you want more?" he brought the wet finger to his lips, and licked it once, just to see...
where she'd bitten was achey, and he hoped he wouldn't have any marks. Then again, just now, he didn't care.
"Tell me your sins, love." He whispered, agan directly in her ear. His pants had grown beyond the point of discomfort, but he tried his best to ignore them. This was her last chance... he hoped she realized that.

Shilo ground her hips against his knee, trying for some kind of relief from the sharp ache between her legs. Bracing herself, she turned to whisper in his ear "Yes...sometimes more, sometimes-" She nipped his earlobe before continuing, "forgive me father, for I have sinned."

He grinned at her, and sat back down on the bench behind him, pulling her with him. He was hard, and she wouldn't be able to help but notice in this position.
"I think, perhaps..." He drew a breath, trying to calm the shake in his voice, "As pennance for your sins... you should take communion. Do you understand?" He looked all overher face, eyes drooping as the lust consumed her, cheeks blushing. He wondered gain why their paths kept crossing this was, but decided he didn't care. His hand found its way back to her hair, and he tangled his fingers in it, tilting her head back and arching her body forward on his lap, so he could kiss her, then nip and lick down her throat, until he reached her blouse.

Shilo's fingers pulled out from underneath his shirt and dug into his hair, every nip and lick burning her skin, sending shocks through her body. Catching her breath for a moment, she managed to rasp "Yes, father", her voice roughend by lust. She ground her hips against him a little harder, feeling him, the roughness of his pants and the hardness there rubbing against her damp underwear.

He grinned. She wasn't very vocal, but that could be trained into her. He began unbuttoning her shirt, fingers remarkably steady considering the strain of controling himself this long.
He brought his lips again to meet hers as he swept the shirt off of her shoulders, allowing it to drop onto the floor behind them.
watching her eyesm he lowered his mouth onto her nipple, and took it into his mouth, sucking at it whilst he rolled the other between deft fingers. Her grinding made him moan, and his hips rose up to meet her, against his will.

Her fingers scrabbled at his back, pulling herself closer to him and pressing her hips against his harder when he thrust against her. "Ohhh..." She'd lost practically all thoughts beyond getting him to moan again, and even that had almost disappeared when he'd taken her nipple in his mouth, the slightest movement making her cry out.

He forced himself to stop all movement and reached up, pulling her chin into his fingers once more. He wanted her full attention, He locked eyes with her, and then reached for her hand, guiding it to the crotch of his pants, and the hard bulge that lay there.
"Please?" he asked her, not at all unstable or unsure, but a simple request.

fumbling a bit, her fingers tentatively grazed the bulge, shaking a little bit. She'd gone from never having kissed anyone to shirtless in a confessional straddling a drug dealer who's only name was Graverobber. Catching her breath again, she traced her fingers up from the tip of the bulge between his legs and up to the waist of his pants, fingers dipping underneath the waist of his pants.

"Uhm." He sucked in air. He knew he was begging for trouble this way. She was young, untried, and unsure, and he was ready to jump her and pound her through the confessional's walls.
"It's alright, Shilo. Take your time." God, he was killing himself.
It was a good death, though.
He shivvered and placed his hands on her shoulders, an encouraging weight.

"I-I don't know what to do" her voice was small, and her cheeks reddened with embarrassment. His voice was even rougher than before, and she bit her lower lip. She wanted him, in some strange way she didn't really have a word for, wanted him to help her, wanted her back against the confessional wall, wanted to feel the roughness of his hands and teeth against her skin.

The mixture of that smallness in her voice, that innocence, and the red in her cheeks, made him shiver again. He knew after this, it wouldn't be there any more. She'd know, next time, what to do. He almost stopped them right there, but his body was demanding release, any kind of release.
"Shilo, here..." He undid his pants zipper and esed himself out, letting her see him for the first time.
He reached again for her hand, and molded her small fingers around his shaft, then slid her hand slowly downwards, then back up. He sucked in another breath.

Shilo let him guide her hand down the length of him, her face crimsoning again as she tried not to stare too much. Grabbing hold of one of his shoulders, she leaned in to kiss him as she kept the pace he'd set, hand slowly sliding up and down, fingers tightening a little when she caught the rythm of it. There were hectic spots of colour on his cheeks, and she bit his lip a bit, lost in pleasure.

He returned her kiss, forcefully. She was adorable! and her hands were small, yes, but so good... he bucked into her hand experimentally, and slid a hand down behind her to grab at her ass through the panties, his hand under her skirt. He gasped a little at her ministrations, and bit his lip as he moaned into her mouth.
"Shilo... god, ahh..." He shook himself, stopping his thrusts, letting her hand keep up with its established rhythm.
"Shilo. Are you ready?" He wasn't sure what she knew of this part, but he was certain it wouldn't be much. He rolled his hips in a circle, then forced them to still again.

Shilo didn't answer for a second, and leaned in to kiss him slowly before pulling away. "I-god..Yes. Please. Please." Her heart was beating like she'd run a marathon and she blushed again at a sudden thought. Ceasing her ministrations, she leaned into him, took a deep breath and whispered in his ear "You-you don't...I'm not fragile, you know." Blushing, she turned her head towards the wall.

He grinned again, and lifted her up.
"You have no idea." he told her, but he shrugged.
"Do you have a preferance for how we do this? I understand it hurts the first time..." He hated that thought. Bad enough for the poor girl, practically held hostage, then suddenly having sex, with the dead ody of a priest slowly rotting behind just a think sheet of wood, but to have it have to hurt as well? He felt a little awful at that.

"I-however you want, I just-" Shilo cut herself off by pressing a kiss against his neck, and slipping her hands under his shirt again. "You know, I feel lonely being the only half dressed one here." She shot him the best seductive glance she could and began undoing the buttons of his shirt. "After all, you get to see me, I'd like to see you."

A smirk began to form at the edges of his lips. This was...new. Nice, actually. With Amber, she showed up half dressed, and never saw more of him than what Shilo could see right now.
'Kinda cute,' he decided, and helped her in removing his shirt.
"Not however I want. I've done this a few times before. This is your first time, I'm not going to dictate for you how it's gonna go. We save that for the third date, remember?"

"Mmmhmm, s'that mean you want more of me?" Shilo quirked an eyebrow at him, then blushed and looked down again. "I-I said however you want, cos I-I don't know what to do next. Teach me." The last words came out breathy as she looked back to see him standing shirtless in front of her. Beautiful, the thought whispeered through her mind,white skin thatched with dark hair. Lifting a hand, she reached out to lay a hand against his chest, feeling the pulsing of his heart.

That gentle touch was quite nearly his undoing. He squeezed his eyes closed tight and sighed.
"Well, we can do this one of a few ways. You can grab a piece of wall, and I can stand behind you and we can go that way, or you can turn towards me and lay your back against the wall, or we can stay where we are now, sans underwear, and just... go this way." He shrugged, not feeling very eloquent.

"Surprise me. Remember what I said, too." Shilo smiled up at him, and moved a little farther back so her back rested against the wall, the hand that had rested against his chest slowly trailing down to the waist of his pants, hanging loose around his hips, and pulling him towards her.

"Which part of what you said, love?" He asked her, eyebrow arching comically. He came forward to he, wrapped his arms around her, and lifted her, pressing his lips to hers again.
He balanced her there, against the wall, and carefully pulled off her underwear.

Loathe to break the kiss, Shilo pulled her face away long enough to say "About being delicate. I-" interrupted again by a moan as she kissed him again, she continued "I want you." Balanced against the wall with him holding her pinned, she lifted a leg to lace around his back, pressing them close together.

"Alright. Not a china doll. Got it." He told her. He lined his cock up with her hole and grimaced a little. "Ready?" He slid his hand up her body and squeezed her hand to try and show he was there for her. And he pushed into her, slowly, feeling the resistance, and then feeling it snap. He moved in only a little further, and then held still, watching Shilo's face for any sign of pain.

Shilo squeezed his hand hard when something snapped, and bit her lip. Taking a deep breath, she pushed her hips against his, using the leg slung around his back to brace herself.

He groaned as he was pulled deeper within her, and he bit his lip hard, almost to the point of drawing blood, to stop himself from pushing harder. But when he felt her moving, he went ahead and pulled bag, sinking into hr again. He sighed, and pulled back again, gaining speed and force with each time.
"Shilo... still okay?" He was panting now, but he wanted to be sure.

"Y-y-oh...yesss." Shilo hissed the words out, breath coming faster as he gained speed, her back grinding against the cool wood of the confessional wall. "Please" the word was drawn out and hesitant, somewhere between a plea and a demand as her hips rose to meet his.

Her voice, added to the friction, were going to send him over the edge. He pushed harder ito her, trying not to hurther, but to increase her pleasure. His hand dropped from her hip to her thigh and he adjusted her leg for better penetration.
"Shi... I'm gonna come..."

Shilo sank her teeth into the junction of neck and shoulder, nails digging into his shoulders as everything clenched and convulsed, crying out a bit as her whole body shook. Pulling him so close she could feel the carvings in the wood digging into her back, she bit at his mouth, kissing him hard.

He returned the kiss and then collapsed, leaning against her, his head resting on the wall beside her for half a moment.
Then he slowly let her down off the wall, his muscles already beginning to protest.
"You okay to walk? I know where there's a nice crypt we can camp in..." He noticed something small and lacy and tucked it in his pocket while he got his clothes back on, breaking through the wood panel between compartments to retrieve his clothing.

Shilo's limbs felt limp, and she sat on the floor of the confessional to catch herself. Pulling her underclothes and shirt back on, she used the bench to lever herself up, a slow ache beginning to burn between her legs. "Yeah...I'm fine, yoursel--what are you doing?" Shilo looked on amusedly as Graverobber fidgeted with the body, trying to not be disturbed by the dead man.

"Leaving behind a thank you note. You ready?" He asked innocently, pulling his clothes back on. He held the confession door open for her, and smiled as she wobbled a bit. He hooked their arms together, and left, not looking back, but whistling a familiar tune.

A/N: Co-written by myself and the amazingly talented Fynn. All the Graverobber POVs were my doing, and all the Shilo were hers.