WHeee chapter 2! (: So far it's just fun stuff.. no diabolical plot. maybe i'll keep it that way.
This didn't really turn out the way I planned it, but mehh. Trish + leather + bikes = win (:

Thanks so much for reviewing! 3

Angelforever06: thanks, it means alot to me that you read it (:

Blackrose Dmc: Thanks so much, I love that they can make fun with each other too! It's pretty amazing, to me (: So i tried to recreate it here (:

ok onward!

"So that was your idea of fun? "

They sat on a bench by the shore, hotdogs and soda in hand; it was too beautiful a day to be having the usual order-in pizza. Dante still couldn't get over Trish's little stunt, and that pleased her to no end.

They stuck out like a sore thumb in the crowd, clad in their leather and weapons strapped around their waists ("just in case some crazy demon shows up," Dante had chimed), but they ignored the glances and stares people gave them. It was nice to just do something 'normal' once in a while, and the sun and sea breeze were amazing. Trish relished every tiny sensation they left on her bare skin. It was days like this she was extremely thankful for the day Dante had brought her out of Mallet Island. Prior to that day she would never have even dreamed of how wonderful the world really was.

She looked up at the sky. She really did like how clear and blue it was.

Dante watched her intently. Every once in a while, Trish had this innocent curiosity about her, which he honestly found to be quite adorable, beneath all that attitude and sex appeal. He quickly turned away when she met his gaze.

Dante let out a small wolf whistle. Trish followed his gaze and realised why: he'd caught sight of a group of young women in bikinis, lazing by the beach.

"Have I ever told you how much I love the beach, Trish? "he said, not looking at her, grinning from ear to ear. "We should get out here more often."

"Mmm. And perhaps we should bring our wetsuits," she said, ignoring the message behind his statement.

"Oh yeahh. I'm pretty irresistible in my trunks."

Trish rolled her eyes. As much as she would have liked to give him a snarky response to that, she had to admit he was quite the looker. She watched as he waved to one of the girls, who giggled and waved back coyly.

Dante laughed to himself. He wasn't in the mood to get another one so fast- his face was still tingling from this morning's affair.

"Hey there babydoll."

Dante whipped his head at the sound of this unfamiliar masculine voice. He noticed a tall guy of muscular build smirking in their direction; wearing shades and a leather jacket, leaning against a huge bike. He was heavily tatted and surrounded by a group of men with similar jackets and similar bikes. Dante furrowed his brow. He knew he was good looking, but he never thought he'd attract..

Oh. Right. He was looking at Trish. Trish, who looked utterly disinterested, paying them no attention. Of course. Dante laughed inwardly.

Not to be ignored, the man stepped closer to the blonde demon and bent over, such that his face was close to hers. "What's the matter baby, didn't you hear me?"

Trish raised her eyebrow at him, her sultry eyes meeting his. "Oh , I'm sorry… I always thought I was a little more.. developed.. than a babydoll." She cocked her head at him and smiled. 'Damn,' thought Dante. 'What the hell is she doing?' These men did not look like good news. This guy wasn't even remotely good-looking! And besides, those were his sultry eyes.

Trish looked past the man, to his bike. She hated small motorcycles, despised them; she found them to be a nuisance, pests; like ants crawling on the road. She wished they would just get out of the way. Big bikes, however…she loved big bikes.

"What you lookin'at there, baby?"

Trish moved her eyes slowly to him and smiled seductively. "I'd love to have something so big between my legs."

Dante felt his jaw drop. "Hey babe.. what do you say we head back?" he said. He was tired of being ignored, and quite frankly, he didn't like her flirting with some weirdo.

"Who the hell are you?" the man said, turning to Dante.

Dante raised his hands in front of his chest and laughed light heartedly. "Hey man, I'm her partner." He grinned at Trish and said mockingly, "We work very well together."

The man just laughed at him. "What are you, her lesbian partner? Come on babe, what say we ditch the pretty boy and you let me take you for a ride.." He was getting so close to her now that Dante swore his next move would probably have been to grope her.

Dante was getting up, ready to sock the guy in the face, when Trish placed her hand on his chest, stopping him. He looked at her quizzically.

"You take me for a ride? I bet I could beat you on one of those things any day," she said, the fire of a challenge burning in her eyes. Dante could see the sexual frustration plastered across the guy's face, mixed with his annoyance at the audacity of this woman. "What say you lend me one of your boys' bikes and we have a race?" she purred. "But if you're scared, I understand."

Dante laughed, deep and hard. This woman was unbelievable. "I'd walk away if I were you, pal," he said, grinning at the man. "She sounds pretty serious."

The tattooed man was angry now. He threw his cigarette to the ground, stomped on it, and pointed to one of the men in his group. "You! Give her your bike.. let's teach this little bitch a lesson" He turned to face Trish, whose eyes had lit with excitement. "When I win, baby girl, I'm taking you back and I'll show you who's boss."

Looking as gleeful as ever, she replied: "Done."

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She propped herself on the bike and caressed it almost lovingly. It was beautiful.

A whistle was blown and the tattooed man stormed off, leaving a cloud of dust behind him. Trish stayed where she was , shaking her head. "Excited, isn't he?" She looked at Dante and smiled.

The other men began to laugh. "What's the matter sweet cheeks, dontcha know how to start it?"

Trish smiled and gave them a playful wink- then revved up the bike. It leapt and did a somersault mid-air, landing several hundred meters away; then she was gone.

"Heh," said Dante, facing the now silent group. "Didn't see that one coming, did you? "

He drove furiously. Hah. That bitch didn't even take off yet. And she had the nerve to think that she could beat him. She was probably miles behind him now.

He looked to his right and jumped. 'What the hell?'

Trish playfully blew him a kiss. He rammed the side of his bike into hers, trying to throw her off balance- but it was to no avail. She merely pushed back harder, and sped off.

When he reached the finish line (which they had agreed would be the same as the starting point), he saw the blonde seductively licking ice-cream off her fingers. "Oh, back already?" she said, feigning a look of innocence.

She threw him her helmet and turned to walk away. Dante stuffed his hands in his pocket and watched her, grinning as he turned to the still-stunned man.

" Looks like the lesbian partner gets her tonight," said Dante mischievously, cocking his head slightly and giving a two-fingered salute to the group of men, before turning and walking after her.

"That was fun," said Trish, when Dante had caught up with her. "Have I ever told you how much I love the beach, Dante? "she said, smirking.

Dante threw his head back and laughed, placing one hand around her shoulders. "Perhaps we should get out here more often."