51I'm back (: Sorry for the delay! Been concentrating on Nightingale.. getting in 'the zone'and all that! hope you enjoy this!
Happy new year! :D
"Ah.. Dante.. Mmmh.." she moaned, throwing her head back, her clear blue eyes hidden by heavy lids. She melted under his skilful touch, savouring each sweet sensation.
Dante grinned impishly, satisfied by the pleasure that showed so beautifully on his companion's face.
"Don't stop.." she whispered, still not opening her eyes. She bit her sweet, pink lip as he worked his magic on her, touching her like no man ever had before.
" 'told ya I was good with my hands," said Dante, chuckling deeply. He ran his fingers through her golden tresses, allowing one hand to travel down her slender neck, massaging it lovingly as he moved along. As he reached her elegant shoulders, surrounded by the bubbles from the bath, he made his way back up her neck, his fingers pressing firmly on her scalp.
He looked down at the view before him; he definitely liked what he saw. Her gorgeous form was teasingly hidden by foam, leaving his imagination running absolutely wild. The feel of her hair and skin beneath his hands was amazing, and the fragrance that filled the room set a wonderful atmosphere. He took in a deep breath. He knew offering to wash her hair was a good idea.
He was Dante, afterall. Son of Sparda. Full of good ideas.
It was by a stroke of sheer brilliance that he got to where he was: at the head of the tub, in which lay a beautiful woman, his hands covered with shampoo. What would have made the moment perfect was if he too was unclothed and in the bath with her; but he supposed this was a unique brand of quality time.
Dante had been up most of the night, fighting the thoughts that just wouldn't leave his mind. He had thought of her laugh. He had thought of her smile. He had thought of how amazing she looked in battle, beating the crap out of some poor demon who never stood a chance. He had thought of how lovingly she would polish her beloved Sparda, Luce and Ombra every other weekend, and how attractive she would look doing it. He had thought of her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes, that captivated him like no other. He had thought of her lips, her seductive pink lips, which she used to her advantage. He had thought of the feel of her body against his, how surprisingly warm she was..
And then he had thought about this Johnny. Some guy he didn't know, but sure as hell didn't like; simply because he had come close to her.
Dante never saw himself as a one-woman man; to the contrary, he had always strongly believed that love was just not for him. He was like a bee, moving from flower to flower. He had to enjoy life's specials. Why stick to the same old menu all the time?
Yet he couldn't keep her mind off her. Everything he saw had Trish written all over it.
So when he had seen her walking down to the hall to the bathroom this morning in her little pink lingerie (which, of course, he had taken the time to drool over,) he jumped out of nowhere like a maniacal stalker, clad only in his white boxers, and offered to wash her hair. After all, he had done it for other girls before, and they had always fallen for it. Although wary at first, she had decided to trust him with her precious locks, and, judging by her current reactions, he didn't disappoint.
"Hey.. Trish?" he started without thinking.
Her eyelids shot open, revealing her magnificent pools of blue, looking straight at him.
Dante bit his tongue hard, before he started spouting some crap about feelings and relationships. That would be incredibly un-manly; and Dante felt he was as manly as manly gets. He stared at her for a few moments, dumbfounded, unable to speak.
'Come on Dante,' he thought to himself. 'say something!'
He saw the corners of Trish's mouth curve into a mischievous smile, one he was all too familiar with.
"What's the matter, big guy?" she purred. "Demon got your tongue?"
She lifted her hands behind his head and pulled him to her, taking in his mouth with her own. His eyes caught a generous view of the top of her breasts as she worked on his lips, sucking them, nibbling. He felt himself melt under her influence as she caught his tongue between her teeth, teasing him mercilessly.
He needed to reach his hand out, to touch her, feel her, make her know how much he wanted her..
A loud knock was heard from downstairs.
Trish pulled away, licking her lips and smiling cheekily at him. "Guess you'd better go get that, huh?"
Dante hung his head in frustration and sighed heavily. He supposed he should.
Ooooo
Dante made his way to the front door, grumbling amidst the sound of incessant knocking. 'Geez,' he thought irritably. ' What a persistent little bastard.'
He wished his hardest that it wasn't Lady coming to get more cash out of him. What a way to ruin an already ruined moment.
'Then again,' he thought cheekily. ' a threesome wouldn't be half bad.'
He couldn't help but laugh at the thought, despite his bad mood. Lady would probably shoot him dead. Or as close as he could get to dead, by her hand.
Dante swung the door open exaggeratedly, aiming to show his annoyance, totally forgetting his less than decent attire. To his surprise, he was greeted by the shocked and embarrassed look on Kyrie's face, with Nero grinning next to her.
"Happy to see me, old man?" said Nero, gesturing at the apparent bulge in Dante's boxers.
The older man grumbled and brought his hand to his forehead, massaging his temples. 'Little punk,' he thought. He hadn't realised that his excitement was so obvious. Rather, he hadn't realised the damned woman had such a profound effect on him. He sighed. It was going to be a long day.
"Ookay," he said, placing his hands on his hips, not daring to look Kyrie in the eyes. "Well, this is… awkward.." Dante cleared his throat, opening the door to let them in. "Why don't you kids come in and sit down.. water's in the fridge.. I think.. booze is there anyway." He turned to the stairs. "I'd better go change. Before I excite you anymore, eh Nero?" As he took the first few steps, he called over his shoulder: "What you kids doing in town anyway?"
"Kyrie and I are on the way to our holiday destination.. just thought we'd stop by, say hi, have a drink..whatever."
"Ah,"said Dante. "Drink? Yeah, sure.. that sounds-"
"Dante!" a voice interrupted from upstairs. Trish emerged from the top of the stairs, dressed in her usual manner, her hair still damp from the bath. Dante grinned and took in a deep breath, enjoying the sweet fragrance of strawberries.
"I'm going out," she stated, walking towards him. He watched as she placed Luce and Ombra ever so lovingly in their holsters. " Thanks for your amazing hands this morning, baby.. perhaps I should request your talents in the bath more often." She flashed him a seductive smile, leaning in and planting a sweet kiss behind his jaw. Dante made it a point to quickly turn his back to his guests; he'd decided they had seen enough of his 'reactions' for today.
Trish looked up to see Nero, obviously trying very hard to look away, and Kyrie, both seated in the office, both obviously uncomfortable. She let out a small giggle and waved.
"Haven't seen you two in a while," she remarked, totally ignoring the awkwardness in the air. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got to run. Chat with you later okay?" She winked in Nero's direction before heading out the door.
Oooooo
"So .. I thought you and Trish were business partners?"
Nero had held his tongue for much too long, coming up with simple pleasantries instead of asking this one burning question. He felt he had waited long enough.
Dante looked up from his sundae, looking as though someone had just interrupted a very important moment in his life. In his opinion, sundae time was an important moment; a sacred period not to be interrupted by the trivial matters of life. He sighed, put his spoon down and turned to face Nero.
"We are. Hunting partners. Business partners. Whatever." He picked up his spoon again, and helped himself to a spoonful of heaven.
"Looked like much more than that this morning.." said Nero smugly, grinning in Dante's direction.
Dante looked up at Nero once more. This wasn't going to be a quiet affair.
"Well," said Dante, choosing his words carefully. "What's it to you? Trish and I are.. close, you know? She's perfect. A bro and a ho in one." Dante laughed heartily, winking at Nero. "We're really comfortable with each other, kid. We go a long way back."
"Yeah. Reaall comfortable. What with your 'amazing hands in the bath' and all."
Dante scowled at Nero's response. For a moment he tried to decide which scenario was worse: Nero thinking he was shagging Trish in the bath, or Nero finding out that he, Dante, the famed demon slayer, was doing nothing but washing a woman's hair.
"Oh shut up. That's none of your business."
"Are.. are you going to marry her?" asked Kyrie sweetly, a soft pinkish hue caressing her cheeks.
Dante looked at her, completely perplexed. Marry Trish? He laughed to himself. "Nah, don't think marriage is my style." He had said the words convincingly, though at that moment he began to actually think of the possibility of marriage. How he'd wake up to her face in the mornings, how they would be so happy, maybe even raise a family together.
He couldn't help but smile at the thought. They would make horrible parents. Their kid would learn to shoot a gun and wield a sword before he learnt his abc's. He was pretty sure that kind of parenting was frowned upon.
'What the hell is wrong with me,' he thought. 'I'm turning into a fucking chick.'
"Are you going to marry him?" he asked, trying to get his mind off his more sentimental thoughts.
"Yes. One day." Dante could see the joy radiating from her, her eyes so loving and warm as she looked up at Nero, whose face had also softened as he gazed at her pretty face.
All this lovey dovey shit was making him sick.
Dante cleared his throat, forcing the two to turn their attention to him.
"I wish she could have joined us," said Kyrie thoughtfully. "I'd love to spend some time with the both of you. Perhaps tonight?" she asked sweetly, looking at Nero for confirmation.
"Tonight? Sure, I could ask her, if I see the damned woman," said Dante, rolling his eyes. "You game for a little dancing?"
" 'She the dancing type?" asked Nero, rather taken aback by the older man's suggestion.
"Who, Trish? Hell no." Dante thought for a moment. "Well, actually, I suppose she could be, if she wasn't so busy drinking with the men- and starting a brawl." Dante scoffed. "She does enjoy a good fight. Had to pull her out of a few before, or she would've killed them all no problem. Good thing about taking her home after she's gotten a little frisky is.. the sex is phenomenal." Dante whistled, biting his lip as he thought of those fond, fond moments.
"I only suggested it cause I thought Kyrie here might be into it," he concluded.
Kyrie stared at him, speechless, her cheeks now flushed a deep crimson.
"Wait," started Nero. "Did you just say.."
"Well, that's all the time I've got for now kid,"said Dante, finishing the last spoonful of ice cream before rising from his seat. "Demons don't kill themselves you know."
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