Author's note:Hey all. I don't know where I'm going with this fic yet, the chapter's a bit short, but I hope you will enjoy.
Usual Disclaimer: I don't own DMC.
Evening settles over the city. Dante walks through the deserted streets, feeling the cool night air breathing around him with thick fumes. A cold wind blows, the garbage fluttering down, a slight sprig of rain is coming down, causing a few bums to shift a little in their sleep. He's unusually quiet, his hard lips bearing no smile. He's still coming to terms with the loss of his twin brother.
It hurts. He knows the pain will never really go away, stay embedded in the deepest core of his heart. He tries not to dwell on it anymore, not tonight. He's tired.
His company does not interfere with his thoughts, keeping a steady pace alongside him. She's silent too, lost in her own thoughts.
"What will you do?" She asks abruptly.
He gives a faint shrug, his features passive. "What I do best." He replies after a slight pause.
Lady glances over to him, wondering if his confident smile, his cheesy sense of humour will ever return. She watches the wind play upon the silvery platinum strands; caress the face darkly brooding, eerily reminiscent of his twin brother. His glacial blue eyes are downcast, fixed on the pavement, absent-mindedly as they continue their walk.
Dante heads up the street, stopping in front of a nondescript house. Producing a set of keys, he pauses and shoots her a sideways glance.
"You coming?"
"I'd better get going." She says, stifling a yawn.
Now a smile crosses his lips.
"Well, if you think I'll let you make me stand here and beg you like an idiot…" He begins, his face blank. "You're right." A soft grin spreads across his lips. "Come on in, would you, Lady?. I know you're tired. There's a spare room, and I'm sure you could use a nice, warm shower."
"What? Are you implying that I smell?" Lady jests, a slight smile lighting up her delicate features.
"Sure, like flowers." He says with a sneer, holding the door open for her. "Ladies first."
Lady rolls her bi-coloured eyes, and steps inside.
Dante walks in after her, flicks on the lights, slipping out of his crimson trench coat and shutting the door. Going straight over to the stereo, he switches it on. Some hardcore music blares from the speakers.
Lady casts a final glance about the simply furnished room, plopping down on the red leather couch. She grimaces at the sudden jolt of pain, her hand going to her hastily bandaged inner thigh.
A serious look crosses Dante's face, a look of concern enters his eyes as he looks at the pretty deep wound.
"You feeling okay, Lady?" He asks gently.
She nods. "I'll be fine"
He has a look plastered on his face that says "Yeah right." He begins to murmur along with the song, combat boots thudding on the floor with each long and smooth stride as he crosses the room toward a cupboard. He rummages through it for a good five minutes before finding what he's looking for.
He pulls a chair opposite her, sitting down with his brown leather clad legs spread, holding out a small jar.
"This works wonders." He screws the lid off, bringing it to his nose to have a quick sniff. Satisfied, he offers her a comforting smile, as she eyes him, and the strange smelling ointment.
"What's that?" She inquires, wrinkling her small nose.
"Mom's remedy. It'll take the pain at least. Now give us a look at that wound." He says, leaning over.
Lady looks unconvinced. "No thanks." She mumbles.
Dante breathes a sigh. "Look, Lady, I'm only trying to help. You don't want that to get infected now do you?"
"Who asked for your help!" She hisses. Her face is now masqued with a dark frown as her temper threatens to flare.
"If it doesn't work, sue me. C'mon, just trust me for once!" He says his half-smile ever present.
Lady grumbles beneath her breath, but does not protest when Dante gently rests her leg across his lap, cleaning the nasty cut with antiseptic liquid. Then he rubs the soothing salve across the wound with tenderness, his long fingers massaging the inner flesh of her thigh with slow, gentle strokes.
She gasps and flushes uncomfortably, the cool effect of the salve spreads over her broken flesh, it is indeed soothing, but her skin is suddenly suffused with a hot blush from the half-demon's tantalizingly slow, expert touch.
His brilliant sapphire eyes meet her bi-coloured ones, holding her gaze as he continues to smooth the ointment over her pale, velvety skin. The blue irises darken with a strange emotion, his expression thoughtful as he gazes at her. Seeing the dark sensuality smouldering in their depths, her soft, lush lips part in surprise and delight, her pulse beginning to race. She wonders just what kind of a fool she is to have let him do this to her, but it feels good…so damn good.
The tension in his body mounts, the air between them electric with the powerful surge of desire. His breathing becomes shallow, he wants to touch her, all over, feel every inch of her soft skin next to his, to feel the searing warmth inside her core.
A single knock on the door breaks the heavy trance, causing Lady and Dante both to cut their attention to the entrance.
This is going to be a long night.