Title: Fragile
Rating: Rated M for sex(y) times.
Summary: He wants her. That much she knows by now.
A/N: I do have to admit, I've never really written such fics. But I wanted to give it a try anyway. Practice makes perfect, after all. Any thoughts / tips would be greatly appreciated.
He studies her like a painting.
Wishing, waiting.
They sit across from each other, opposite chairs, as if they are doing an interview.
She plays with the fabric of her t-shirt, awkwardly avoiding his stern gaze, her brain in overdrive to think of something to say, something to break the ice with.
He does. 'I've never seen you like this before.' He states, a sincere appreciation carefully woven into his simple words.
He's obviously referring to her unusual attire. She hasn't done much, really. Due to the high temperature, she was just forced to take off her hoodie as it was becoming unbearable to wear the thing. She feels uncomfortable naked in his presence, wearing just a t-shirt and her short blue jeans.
Part of her wishes he'd just go back to his old self, when he would casually flirt with her using those sexual puns and infamous winks of his. But every second he spends with her is like a moment of change for him.
'I like it, though.' She casts him a glance, feeling like he wants to say something else, but opts not to.
Sometimes she wonders what kind of a person he is. Having heard all of Vergil's premature warnings about Dante's bad-boy attitude, she'd approached him with caution, knowing perfectly well what Dante could be capable of if he had his eyes set on someone.
Don't worry. I've been following Dante's every move and seen all the girls he's been with, you don't seem his type.
Vergil's words were a relief, because she's not the kind of girl to have a one-night stand, be a fling, someone to just throw away the morning after. She was 'raw', as Vergil had put it. He was right.
Now, though, she's not so sure if either of them were right about Dante.
'What are you thinking about?' It's a cliché line she's heard one too many times in the movies.
She answers anyway. She answers in honesty, which was not her intent. 'You.'
Dante's lips curve up into a crooked grin. There's a twinkle in his eyes. 'Me… and you?' He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and she flings an empty bottle at him, in the hopes of it distracting him enough not to see her cheeks flush.
'No. Just you.' Kat leans back into her seat, gaze averted. 'I guess I was just wondering what kind of a person you really are.'
Dante's smile disappears just as soon as it appeared. There's a sadness in his voice that matches the sadness he had when he admitted to her that he didn't know who he was anymore.
'I'm a nephilim. A demon killer.' He pauses in between his words, and she swears she hears him sigh. 'That's all I've ever been. That's all I ever will be.'
Kat turns her head again, finding his eyes. Without another word, she stands up from her chair and reaches over to him, placing her hand on the side of his face again. But this time, instead of reassuring words, something inside of her tells her to do otherwise.
She leans in and closes the gap between their lips. He's surprised, that much she can tell by the way he doesn't immediately comply. But he does eventually. His gloved hand slowly makes its way from her thigh to her butt, her back… all the way to the top until it's on her neck and it settles itself there, using gentle force to pull her in closer.
She submits to their mutual attraction and decides that it'd be easier for the both of them if she'd just get in closer instead of simply kissing him with a hunched back. The intention was just to give him a simple kiss, but now that's she's given in, she wanted to know everything.
So she spreads her legs and settles herself on top of his lap, accepting his kisses until he leaves her mouth and plants a trail of kisses on her neck. She wants so badly not to moan, not to gasp, not to show any sign of emotion but he draws it out of her.
She sighs deeply, feeling the way his crotch grows warmer and warmer the longer they go on.
He wants her.
She knows that now.
Not that she didn't know that before. She just couldn't accept it. She could be okay with the fact that Dante wanted her like he wanted his whores, like he only needed her to get laid, but she couldn't be okay with him wanting her in some other way.
He stops kissing her and she opens her eyes, confused, trying to read his mind. He looks at her for a moment, telepathically informing her on what's about to happen and reassuring her at the same time.
He places his hands on her collarbones, pushing her off of him until she stands, and he rises with her. He immediately places his hands behind her hips, raising her until her legs are wrapped around him and he's holding her in his arms. She can't help but feel remarkably safe.
They haven't kissed for too long now, so Kat leans back in and pressed her lips firmly against him, finally opening her mouth, giving him the green light to taste the insides of her mouth with his tongue.
It takes her a moment to realize that he's carrying her to his bedroom, and thoughts of his escapades with other women flash before her eyes.
He lays her down gently, allowing her enough time to let him know that she doesn't want this, to just stop him in time. But even though her brain reminds her of all that she thought he was, her heart doesn't have the strength to do what her brain insists is 'right'.
So she continues to lie there, in an ocean of bed sheets, with Dante folding his muscular body over her and she completely loses all self-control. Her hands grab the sides of his black tank top and yank upwards, forcing him to break their kiss so she can pull it over his head and toss it carelessly on the floor.
He bends down to kiss her again, though not without occasionally pausing, smiling in between their touches. 'My turn.' He breathes. His hands mirror the way she'd just gotten rid of his piece of garment and now she finds herself lying underneath him wearing nothing but her flimsy blue bra.
In lieu of continuing their kiss, he just stares down at her, taking in the moment, pretty much taking a mental picture for himself.
Kat feels a warmth creeping up to her cheeks. She reaches out to grab his necklace, tugging it to draw him closer to her again.
The heat between them intensifies quickly, or at least from Dante's side. He's about to unleash all that pent up attraction he had for her, and Kat is starting to fear that he won't be able to restrain himself.
The fabric of his jeans burns her thighs as he starts to rock against them, harder, faster. He moans in his kiss, pressing himself closer to her.
'Dante…' She tries. Her voice is weak and barely audible. He doesn't hear her. 'Dante.'
The rocking stops. He pulls away, locks his eyes with hers. 'Is something wrong?'
She doesn't respond but instead, uses the moment to consider her thoughts. There's a burning passion inside of her that wants him to kiss her like he just did, but there's also a little girl too afraid to try.
She feels it's time to face it, though.
'Wait.' She simply says, bringing her hands to his belt buckle. His eyes fall down and follow the movement, anticipating. She's nervous, though, fumbles with it a little too long for their liking.
After what feels like forever, she finally manages to unbuckle and she continues. Unbuttoning, unzipping. She inadvertently bites her lips when she slides his pants down. She's really glad that he's not looking directly at her.
After their first encounter, Dante hasn't left much for the imagination. That doesn't, however, take away the fact that she's starts to squirm a little underneath him.
He glances down at her, a playful glint in his eyes. He has way more experience than her, therefore only needs three seconds to unzip her jeans and pull it down to her knees until the only thing keeping something from him is literally just her bra.
He's ready for her now.
She shifts a little, takes a deep breath and prepares herself both mentally and physically.
She doesn't expect him to talk. 'Kat?' Her name rolls off his tongue slowly, wondering if she's okay, trying to make sure he's not forcing her. He does have boundaries.
She looks up at him. The look in her pale blue eyes is a combination of fear for the unknown, and determination to find out. She nods her head.
He studies her face until he's absolutely certain she's ready.
She lets him into her. A soft sigh escapes from her lips.
He's as gentle as he was when he was kissing her. Slow, but surely, she eases into him, spreading wider, letting him rock into her.
His hands massage her breasts slowly, still respecting the thin piece of fabric that keeps them from touching skin to skin. His body stirs up and down, his breathing quickening with every move.
They stay like this for a while, until Kat puts her hands on his shoulders. He backs away.
'Dante?' Her voice is fragile and matches the way she feels. She's opening herself up to him completely, and she needs to make sure that he knows that. 'Please, just… be careful.'
There's a silence between them, but Dante understands. 'I will.' He places a kiss on her lips.
'I promise.'
A/N: I've always imagined – yes, I've imagined it – that Dante and Kat's first time together would be gentle, not overly passionate. What do you think? Oh, and yes, I didn't write the actual sex, I ran away. I figured I should study up on – ahem – sex first before diving right – ahem – into it. This chapter might be the first in a short series, I'm not sure. I'm considering it.