The Last Slice of Pizza

Title: The Last Slice of Pizza

Pairing: Dante x Lady

Rating: PG

Genre: Fluff.

Disclaimer: All fiction here! I don't own Devil May Cry.

Summary: Chaotic fluff happens at the downtown pizza parlor with Dante and Lady.

The downtown pizza parlor was the best place in town to hang out at. Not only did they have the best pizza in the world, but it was cheap, too. Dante loved his pizza well-made and enough to pay for without missing rent. This combination is probably the reason why Dante and Lady ate there often. 'Often', here, meaning every night. Lady always sighed at the thought. She wished Dante would take her to a fancy restaurant for a date, even just once. Pizza did get dull after a while; especially every night for years.

Dante was kicked back on his side of the booth, with his feet up on the table. That was just so ridiculous and rude! He was always acting like such a badass. But only a true 'lady' would know how to get through his thick, over-inflated ego's skull.

Lady cleared her throat. Dante either ignored her or was too busy thinking of the next mission to bother with a reply. Lady cleared her throat again. Still, no response. She was getting thoroughly annoyed. A boyfriend was not supposed to ignore his woman! ESPECIALLY her! He had another thing coming if he thought she'd take this lying down.

She slammed her fists on the table.

"Aren't you going to answer me?" Lady shouted. Everyone in the parlor, even Dante, looked to Lady, who was now standing up.

"Umm, you didn't exactly say anything? I thought you had a cold-" Dante's sarcasm was interrupted by Lady's 'death glare'. That woman could scare the soul out of anyone, even if you were half-demon; that's for sure. He gulped.

"You damned-" Lady was interrupted next.

"Pizza...?" The waiter gulped himself as he stood there at the couple's table.

"Yes, PLEASE." Dante grinned. Saved by the pizza guy! He started reaching for a delicious slice of pizza, but Lady snatched it right out of his hands! "HEY?"

"If you can be rude, I can, too!" Lady smirked. Finishing her slice of pizza in haste just to annoy Dante further.

"Whatever." Dante reached for another and that piece, like the first, was snatched from his hands.

"Ahh, thanks Dante." Lady grinned as she took the slice of pizza once again.

"Oh, give it up already, LADY!" Dante glared at Lady menacingly, but it didn't phase her. Lady glared back with an even more frightening glare. Dante sunk into his seat.

"I win!" Lady smiled, as she reached for the last slice of pizza on the dish.

"Oh no you don't!" Dante reached for it as well.

Their hands touched simultaneously. Dante looked to his hand on top of hers, then to Lady. She was blushing.

"You... haven't held my hand in so long..." Lady said softly.

"Who said I was holding your hand? I was reaching for MY pizza-" Before Dante could finish, he was glomped by Lady right out of his seat!

"I love you so much, you jerk!" She clung to her now frustrated Dante. It didn't matter if he was a jerk because ... he was HER jerk.

Trish walked in. "Oh, hey guys! Thanks for saving me a slice." She picked up the last slice of pizza. "Normally, no one saves me any! Due to Dante." She began eating it.

The. Last. Slice. Of. Pizza. ... Now?

Gone.

"My pizza..." Dante frowned.