AN: hey just some drabble that I was thinking of. Had to put it on paper.. This is from Lady's pov. Hope you enjoy it ^_^

We had been doing this thing for about seven months now. Its funny, I never thought I'd lose my virginity to a demon, well a half-devil. Especially him. I'm sitting here in the office with my feet propped up on an old oak desk, waiting for him to come back from his mission. Hopefully, he'll be show up before his brother does.

The desk. It still makes me blush every time I think of what we did on it. We have had sex all over this dilapidated place; the office, kitchen counter, laundry room, shower, the back porch... The first time he took me was on this desk. I couldn't show my face here for weeks because of it. Not because I was embarrassed, but every time I saw his brother with his feet propped up on it, oblivious to the lustful act that had happened there, I would turn beet red. And heaven forbid he was there. I couldn't ever look at him without wanting to crawl all over him.

Wait. You didn't think I was talking about Dante, did you? Please, the only thing that walking erection would ever get out of me is a hole in the head. Vergil on the other hand, could have anything he wanted.

Well, speak of the devil…

Vergil walked in worse for wear. He had a slight limp when he entered the shop, his hair was in disarray and he had some kind of nasty looking substance splattered all over him. I watched him wince slightly as he took off his coat.

"Hi handsome." I said trying to suppress a giggle. He looked at me like, 'ha ha very funny' and went to hang up his coat. After examining it he thought better of it and draped it over his arm.

Holy cow did he stink. "Ew, Vergil. What did you get into? I said as I plugged my nose.

He gave me a devious grin, mischief dancing in his eyes. "I haven't been in anything…yet." His fingers traced over my booted foot as he walked into the next room. If he didn't smell like a compost heap, I'd have be on him in a heartbeat.

He striped off his vest as he walked up the stairs. I swear he was doing it on purpose. "Do you need any help?" I called after him.

"No. I will be down in a minute." He paused on the stairs and looked over his shoulder. "Would you like to play pool later?" I felt a knot in my stomach at his words. That pool table has seen a lot of playing that did not involve pool. I blushed feverishly. He chuckled and continued up the stairs.

It was still a wonder to me how we had gotten this far. I always thought of him as Dante's arrogant, insulting, ass of an older brother. Oh I'm not knocking it, trust me.

It all started when we were on a job together. We had run into an infestation of demons, when we got split up. I guess Vergil had finished off his horde and had come back to find me (and yes I'll admit this) in a little over my head. I had just fired a round from Kalina Ann into a group when I felt a sudden rush of air from behind me. I turned to see Vergil standing there with a pained expression on his face and an extremely large weapon sticking out of his chest. Yamato fell from his hand. His blood stained lips parted as he said, (and I wish I could have laughed because under normal circumstances it would have been really funny) "This is what it must feel like to be Dante." Of all the times to finally get a sense of humor. He jerked backwards as the beast behind him tried to dislodge its weapon. I made quick work of that piece of shit and returned my attention to Vergil.

He was sitting on his knees trying to control his breathing. It didn't escape me that he had just saved my life. I knelt in front of him, he looked up at me with those damn cerulean blue eyes and smirked. I guess my eyes had grown a bit too large for my face. "What do you need me to do?" He was losing a lot of blood.

"You have to remove it slowly and not all at once. I am not healing as fast as I usually do right now." His voice was so soft and calm. He didn't even sound like he was in pain. So that is how it was for two hours. I'd pull, he'd heal, then he'd tell me when he was ready for me to pull some more. He seemed like he was doing alright until that final pull. It made a sickening squelching sound. Then he gasped and fell over unconscious.

When he came to, his head was in my lap and I was stroking his hair. "Lady," he whispered. I looked down at him. "To your left." I had been keeping straggling demons at bay, no doubt attracted by the smell of his blood. He shuddered and closed his eyes as I continued to pet his hair. It was so soft, like kitten fur. I studied his face. Every curve and line was like he was carved out of marble, flawless. He had long eyelashes. I had never really noticed before. Of course we had never been in this position before either.

He shuddered again, took a deep breath and attempted to sit up.

Wait. That was the second time he had done that when my fingers brushed his ear. Son-of-a, Oh I got you now you damn devil. It is soooo on.

He had healed completely by the time we had stepped into the shop. It was late and Dante was no where to be found. Probably at Love Planet again. We hadn't spoken too much on the way home. It was almost an awkward silence. But Vergil was always kinda quiet anyway.

I unloaded my guns and ammo and set them on the coffee table. I had to say something. This silence was killing me.

"Thank you."

"For?"

"Saving my life." I turned and he was right there. It startled me since I wasn't expecting him to be that close. His eyes burned with such intensity as he looked down at me, I thought I would catch on fire. I blushed. "You didn't have to do that." I whispered as he stepped closer. One hand reaching around for my waist.

"Yes. I did." His voice was like velvet, dark and seductive. As he leaned forward his name left my lips. "Mary." his breath ghosted across my mouth. My given name had never sounded so sweet. That first kiss was tender, needy and passionate all in one.

My knees went weak. He hoisted me up so my legs wrapped around his waist. Our hands seeking out every bit of skin we could find. He kissed my neck and tugged at the bottom of my shirt. "Take this off, before I do." I have never unbuttoned my shirt so fast in my life. I threw it to the ground as he dipped his head down nuzzling the top of my breasts. Slipping the strap from my shoulder, he pulled my bra down far enough to reveal my nipples. He drew one into his mouth, lavishing it with his tongue. My hands ran threw his hair and I pulled him closer. A loud moan left my throat. I could feel him smirking against my skin as he switched to the other one.

He brought me to the desk and set me down. I pulled at the zipper on his vest as we continued our fervent lip lock. I ran my hands over his chest and taunt abs. He is made out of marble. He pushed me back on the desk and brought my hands over my head. Slowly he kissed his way down my chest, licking and nipping here and there, stopping when he got to my skirt. He stripped me bare so quickly I squealed. His hungry eyes devoured my nakedness. He leaned over and kissed my stomach, parting my thighs as he went lower.

"Wait." He looked up at me and could see the panic in my eyes. He knew. He wasn't stupid.

His eyes were warm and beguiling. "If you don't like it, tell me to stop," his tongue darted out and lapped at me, "and I will." I gasped, he took it as a sign to continue.

He truly does have a devils tongue. He brought me to ecstasy over and over. I screamed his name so many times my throat was raw. I was drunk on sensual satisfaction. Closing my eyes, I willed myself to breath normally again. I felt him pull me closer to the edge of the desk.

"Oh no my dear, you cant go to sleep just yet. We have only begun."

My eyes popped open as he undid his pants and released his hardened length. He stroked it a couple of times slowly. His eyes never leaving mine, my cheeks were on fire. My God, am I really about to do this? With Vergil?

Sensing my apprehension, he leaned over me and kissed me affectionately. Pulling back to look me in the eyes, "Mary, I promise I'll be gentle and I wont do anything you don't want, but if you really don't want to do this, then we don't have to." That was all I needed. At that moment I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything in my entire life. I kissed him voraciously as I pulled him closer, and he proceeded to take my virginity.

It was the most heavenly sinful experience I have ever had. He was so gentle and loving, yet passionate and fierce. He let me set the pace, telling him to move faster or harder. I cant believe that was me being so demanding. And oh, how he left me wanting more.. Damn devil, turned me into a freakin' addict.

Speaking of which, where is he anyway? He better not have fallen asleep.

So low and behold, here he is, the eldest son of Sparda passed out on his bed, still in his towel. It looked like he only meant to sit down for a minute since his legs were still hanging off the bed.

I smiled wickedly to myself. Perfect. I took my boots off so I wouldn't wake him. I crawled over top of him, careful not to put all of my weight on him. Vergil had his head slightly tilted to the side. Oh this is gonna be too easy.

Licking the outer shell of his ear, I whispered his name. I took the fleshy part of his lobe in my mouth, I sucked on it lightly. He moaned and tried to turn his head. "um-mm", I bit down, he hissed and tried turning his head again. When he did I shot my fingers up to caress the skin behind his other ear. Who knew this big bad ass's weakness was his sensitive ears? He tried to lean his head into his shoulder to make me stop, which increased my assault on the other ear. Gotcha, I giggled.

"Ahh…dammit woman, stop it." He whined.

I giggled, "What you cant take a little teasing?" and licked his ear again.

He grabbed a hold of my hips and pulled me down onto his lap. I could feel how hard he was beneath me. He gave a slight thrust upward, "I don't know, can you?"

There was a playful danger in his eyes, and God did it turn me on.

"I've gone and don't it, haven't I?"

"Yes. Yes you have."

'Bring it." I whispered against his lips.

He growled and flipped us over, tossing me further up on the bed. He crawled up over me, pinning me down. His hair hung down in his eyes, but I could still see the fire burning in them. It made me wet. I swept his hair back so I could see him better (plus he looked like Dante and that just wouldn't do).

"You have been a very naughty girl Mary." he cooed as he licked my jaw line. Oh shit! I knew where he was going.

"Noooooo." I squealed and tried to protect that area, but he was too fast.

"Oh, yes." He licked and nipped at the crook of my neck, making me moan and squirm.

'Vergil stop, please."

"Are you going to do that again?" he breathed against my skin.

"Maybe."

He sucked at my neck harder.

"Ok, no!" I surrendered. "Will you just fuck me already?"

He raised an eyebrow, a small smile played across his lips, "Eager, are we?"

He sat me up and with one clawed finger cut my shirt and my bra right down the middle.

"Hey!" I protested.

He gave me a haughty look. "You were the one who demanded that I fuck you now. I am just trying to help you get undressed."

"You didn't have to rip my bra." I huffed.

"I'll buy you a new one. Shall we continue?"

"Yes!" the mere thought of Vergil at Victoria's Secret was enough for me to let it go.

He carefully and slowly undid my pants, until I smacked his hands away. Smart ass! I practically ripped the pants off of me. "Oh, so its ok when you do it?"

He smirked, grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward him. Playtime was clearly over. He settled over me, claiming my lips in a steamy kiss. I tangled my fingers in his hair, grazing the spot behind his ear again. A low growl left his throat. He entered me in one swift motion and began a steady pace. Throwing one of my legs over his shoulder and angling upward, he caused me to scream his name and grip his shoulders tightly.

"Faster, Oh God, faster!" he picked up the pace moaning softly.

It wasn't long before I came hard, screaming loud enough to wake the dead. I clenched down around him, his rhythm faltering slightly. He turned his head to the side and closed his eyes trying to regain control. I don't think so, I nibbled and sucked at his ear. He cursed, lost his rhythm completely and came with a loud groan.

He released my leg and I wrapped it around him. Panting, he brought his forehead to mine. "I thought you were going to behave?"

"I lied." I kissed his sultry lips.

He paused for a moment. "Good." he said smiling against my swollen lips.

"Just let me do it."

"I've got it. Just be patient."

"Will you put it in already?

"This would be a lot easier if you would stop squirming. Hold still."

What the fuck did I walk into? Dante paused at the entrance to the back hallway. He could hear voices coming from the laundry room. He crept down the hall until he was outside the door.

"Ow Vergil, that hurt!"

"If you would be still it wouldn't hurt and we'd be done by now."

No way! Dante covered his mouth and pushed the door open a little. His brother and Lady couldn't possibly be doing what he thought they were. He peeked in and saw Lady sitting on the dryer looking aggravated, while Vergil leaned over her intently staring at her blouse.

"Well?"

"I'm done. Next time take it off like I asked you to and we wont have this problem." Dante missed the wink he gave her.

"Thank you for fixing my button." she smiled sweetly. As she jumped off the machine, she took the needle and thread from his nimble fingers and put them back in the sewing kit.

"Dante are you going to stand at the door all day?" Vergil said in a monotone voice.

"Did you need to do some laundry?" Lady asked.

"Umm, yeah. Actually I do." He said sheepishly.

"Why were you peeking though the door? What did you think we were doing in here.?" Lady asked, arms across her chest.

"Uh, not what you guys were actually doing, that's for sure."

Vergil clicked his tongue, "Honestly Dante, grow up."

"Ok, ok…my bad. I'll go get my laundry." he said in mock surrender and left to go upstairs.

Lady whipped around and smacked Vergil's arm, "That was too close!"

Had Dante looked around the room he would have noticed articles of clothing and boots strewn everywhere. The fact that Vergil didn't even have his vest zipped up and that Lady's hair was a mess went completely unnoticed.

"Well just comply and I wont have to rip the buttons off your shirt." He said with a devilish grin and stepped closer.

"No! Don't look at me that way." She said as she tried to step back. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close. "Vergil he's coming back!"

He gave an exasperated sigh and released her. He turned to clean up their mess. "You know, he's still outside the door." he said casually.

A look of pure mortification crossed her face. "Are you serious?" she scream-whispered.

"No."

"God, I hate you!"

"That's not what you said 10 minutes ago."

She threw a sock at him and stomped out of the room mumbling to herself. "Infuriating ass devil! Where is my gun?"

Vergil chuckled lightly and continued to clean.