Please read this first:
This is the first thing I've been writing for a LONG time, therefore I'd love some constructive critic. This is also my first ever Fanfic and this is a work inprogress. I do not own any of the original Devil May Cry characters, but there are going to be characers in this story that are MY OWN. Please respect that.
*** UPDATE: ***
I've updated the prologue a bit and I'm working on updating the rest of the chapters as well. I'm so sorry for the lack of updates recently, and thank you so much for your patience! I hope you will be pleased with the updates.
Prologue
The apartment felt so cold and empty, even thou it was too small for anyone to actually call a proper home. The main room had just enough room for her bed, the small kitchenette was barely big enough to prepare a meal in and the extremely small bathroom where nothing to talk about - and that was it, but yet it felt empty – or rather she felt empty.
She put her feet on the floor relaxing her head in her hands and sighed out of sheer frustration. It had been the fifth night in a row that she had been dreaming about him. She didn't know who he was, or if he even existed in the real world – but it all felt so damn real, and deep inside she wanted it to be. She laughed to herself, feeling somewhat pathetic for actually starting to miss the mysterious man from her dreams.
She'd never been the relationship kind of person, not because she didn't want to, but because the men she had dated always seemed to find a good excuse to run away as soon as things started to get even remotely serious. One guy had even said that 'she gave him bad luck' – and that was not even the worst excuse.
She stepped into the shower, the cold water felt refreshing to her face and awoken her body. Her thoughts wandered back to the dream she had just awoken from.
She leaned against the door frame and looked at him.He was working by his desk, deeply involved with an old slightly worn paper. His silvery blonde hair seemed to live its own life, she smiled as he over and over again removed the hair from his eyes.
She walked over to him and kissed him lightly on the back of his neck. He put down the paper and turned his head towards her and gave her a slight smile, his icy blue eyes looked tired.
"Tough case? Anything I can help you with?" She let her hands slide over his bare and muscular back starting to give him a light back rub.
"No it's just not making any sense." he sighed. "Damn that feels good, babe." He let out a faint growl when she started to work on a knot in his levator scapulae.
"Let's go to bed, you look like you could need some rest" she let her hands slide down his arm and grabbed his hand, "The old paper, and demonic mysteries can wait till the morning." She heard him chuckle before he rose from his chair and followed her.
"You know rest isn't really what I have in mind." He pulled her arm making her loose her balance and stumble back a step, feeling his hard muscled chest against her back. "Especially not when you look like this." She felt his lips against the sensitive skin right above her collarbone and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. She felt him smile, still with his mouth against her skin.
"I take that as a yes then" his husky voice whispered into her ear
He awoke, turned around to hold her and steal some of her warmth, but she wasn't there.
"Fuck… again?" He fixed the pillow under his head, what was this the fourth, no fifth night in a row he had been dreaming about her. He sat up drove one hand through his messy white hair and yawned. His lips twitched into a slight smile when he thought of her, he could get used to that kind of life. Being the 'bad boy' and living like there was no tomorrow had its perks, but the thought of slowing down sounded more and more appealing each day – especially if he could find someone like her. Damn he could still smell her, a scent of vanilla and cherries. He was suddenly wide awake – dreams didn't leave a sent!
