The kernel of this idea formed while laying in bed and just wrote it with a few touch ups here and there. I don't know what came over me. I guess the smut fairy visits whenever she wants too. This was gonna stay on my hard drive until I could make it better, but honestly it's a just brain scribble and doesn't need to be explained for what it is. :D

Besides, the world needs more sexy DantexLady.


"Fuckable" he said just like that from behind his solid desk.

"What?" she said almost quietly in shock again at the things that came out of his mouth.

"I said you...." he started without an utter shred of embarrassment coloring his remarks.

She stood up, walked up to the spare room and slammed the door before he had even finished his sentence. Five minutes later she had a suitcase in hand, Kalina Ann on her back and she was armed with every gun she owned.

"What the hell are you doing now?" he said with mild confusion.

"I'm leaving."

"Wha~"

"You can't say things...like..." and she paused, "I can't live here anymore."

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For two years they had inhabited the same musty old building. They had a tender partnership beforehand and after a year Dante had mentioned that they could do better work together. She could keep him from destroying profits with his wild fighting and he would, well, he would have company. Of course neither of them said it. She needed some kind of company too but they phrased it differently. Something about his family being partially responsible for the death of hers. She hardly needed looking after, but something inside him said he was responsible for humanity and in particular, this human.

Although lately they seemed a little strained. Yes, they were up nights but she was going straight to her room and he was either eating alone or she would say something that would cause that permanent smug look to drop right off his face. It felt like something, some huge elephant was in the room and no one wanted to mention it. She, not he, had said that perhaps coming clean about some issues would help. The first thing she said was that she was sorry for shooting him that night on the tower. She had no right to assume anything especially given his father's history. He wanted to retort that he was not his father and that had nothing to do with him other than being able to take a bullet or 50.

He had said he would stop talking to her about her family. It was obviously a painful and touchy subject and he would sometimes bring it up to get a rise out of her if she said something about wiping the floor with demon scum. With those topics out of the way she thanked him for not underestimating her endurance like their contractors routinely did. He thanked her for looking after money because he didn't care to. They went on like this until it felt lighter in the room. That was the problem, they had never said anything to each other. They thought the silent communication they had shared by the end of Temen-ni-gru would endure. No so when you live with someone for this long.

She bit her bottom lip and let it slide out of her mouth still wet from her bite. She said rhetorically, "We know what the demon and human worlds think of you but I wonder what anyone thinks of me."

Then Dante made his comment on her.

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"The fuck you say Lady, you started this." he said while casually jumping over his desk.

"And this is me finishing it." and she turned while he grabbed the one shoulder clear of a blade or gun.

He gripped her. Willing to let his hand tell her through osmosis somehow. He didn't want to say anything. She jerked her shoulder away and he let his arm go slack at his side.

He got defensive, he had made passes at her before and she ALWAYS swatted him away without so much of a thought. Sometimes she was witty, other times she told him off like he was the ugliest son of a bitch to walk the planet. He actually didn't mind. He liked her spunk, it turned him on in some perverse way. "Oh so you are going to decide in the next 5 minutes of your life what to do with the rest of it?"

Suddenly Lady felt 6 yrs old again. She was holding a coloring book, a box of stickers, and a rag doll. Her mother was scolding her for wanting to run away because she refused to go to bed that night. She had kneeled down to her daughter and asked her the same thing "You are going to decide right in the middle of the night where you are going to? Won't you miss me? Weren't we going to have fun tomorrow in the park?"

Back in the present Lady swallowed hard. She knew the next line coming. Like life was having a fun time making her relive her life over again in the same scenario.

"Because running seems to fix it all doesn't it?" she heard Dante's voice echo into her mother's.

This was all too weird, she remember writhing out from her mother's grasp and running right out the door and into the wooded area near her home. She heard the panicked yell of her mother calling for her father. She had spent the entire night in a cove next to a trickle of a stream. When she awoke cold and dirty to the sound of an entire neighborhood looking for her realized with childlike simplicity, she had gone to sleep anyways. Why did she struggle? She had missed them, and she remembered fondly her bed and warm hugs at bedtime. She called out to the voices calling for her.

She would miss him, she would remember this place fondly and her child voice said to her, "Don't make the mistake." Life wasn't having fun with her, it was life being nice, allowing her to mend those problems she was wrong about. She silently gave a minuscule nod to herself.

All the while Dante was ranting on about her asking questions she didn't want the answer to. She had started this honesty thing. She heard him say something about being deadly, spitfire, and smart and why did fuckable seem to be a problem because it was all true. He stopped talking only to notice she had turned partway towards him.

"Hey," he said softly, " you are going to have to either ignore or accept things people say. Best part is you get to decide what to listen to. Why do you think I am the way I am?"

"Egotistical ass." she muttered.

"Yup." he smirked.

She would stay wouldn't she?

He gingerly tugged at one of her side harnesses and undid it. Next came her ammo pouches and then her shoulder straps sliding off her shoulders. Lady blushed at her cheeks and her ears felt hot. It felt like he was undressing her. She took a small step back and she was stopped by his two fingers hooked inside the buckle at her hips. When she was stopped mid step he pulled her back to him with his fingers and she felt tension rise in the pit of her stomach when his two cold fingers brushed against the bare skin of the belly her shirt was just short enough to uncover.

"Lady," he said plainly.

The phone rang. They both looked at it like it was some foreign object in the middle of a place where only they existed.


Damn phone! Ruining my fanfic fun. That's ok, the phone can't save Lady forever. I hope the backwards and forwards in time parts were easy to follow.

Hope you enjoyed, and there will be an update in a couple days.