A/N: Im sooooooo sorry for the wait! I've just been so stressed with school and work; I've had little to no time to write, and then when I did write it came out all wrong! I don't approve of this chapter at all but I've kept you waiting for so long! I haven't edited this but if you find errors then I'm sorry, and let me know so I can correct it. Thanks for the reviews, and keep 'em coming. They really do motivate me.

Warnings: Cussing, and sexual implications? Something like that.

Chapter 3: Flashback

"Sure thing," a grin forming onto Dante's face, "tell Vergie I said hey!"

Dante felt his grin lessen as his eyes watched Lady's form walk away. He watched her sit next to his brother and thought about the conversation they just finished having.

Dante sighed in frustration. He basically told her to get laid, the last thing he wanted her to do. He watched as Lady ordered her drink from the bartender who looked to hold some interest in the huntress and sighed in relief when he went to fulfill her order. Of course Lady wouldn't go for a one night stand. She wasn't that kind of person. At least he didn't think she was.

Turning his attention back to the brunette sucking on his neck, he shifted on the sofa to get more comfortable. Why was she sitting on his lap again? Dante couldn't remember. He must have had a momentary lapse of judgment. The girl was attractive but she was heavy. Dante found breathing a little hard.

Choosing to search the club for something more interesting then the heavy girl on his lap caused Dante's eyes to wander right back to Lady and Vergil at the bar. His curiosity grew at the sight. Lady was sitting there and the bartender was back. Dante noticed an amused look on Vergil's face. Was the bartender hitting on Lady? Were they flirting? Was Vergil allowing it? Impossible, the only time Lady flirted was when she was drunk or she didn't notice it. Judging by the way she chugged her drink down he would have to guess drunk. Most likely vodka, she hated the taste but loved the affect.

Dante continued to watch as the bartender's nervous face developed into a grin. The bartender was showing interest, apparently Lady was responding. Dante, not so gently, pushing the brunette off of his lap and made his way to the bathroom. To say he was a little irked at the scene would be an understatement. Was she really considering doing what he had suggested? If so, since when had his suggestions ever mattered to her? Normally she would just shoot him and stomp away.

Finishing his business in the bathroom, Dante stopped to wash his hands and looked at himself in the mirror. He had been a little mean to the thick harpy sucking on his neck. Oh, well. Dante shrugged his shoulders and dried his hands on a paper towel. The woman was starting to irritate his skin. He wanted a different brunette sucking on his neck, leaving bite marks on his pale skin.

Taking two deep breaths, a trick Lady had taught him, Dante felt calm and walked out of the bathroom only to freeze at the sight that greeted him. Lady sitting at the bar with her arm wrapped around Vergil in an uncomfortable l hug. Dante was shocked. Since when did Lady give hugs? When did Vergil allow hugs? He didn't like her did he?

Feeling a surge of irritation, which could be mistaken for jealousy, Dante grabbed the nearest girl and lead her back to the couch with him. The busty blond didn't seem to mind following Dante. Pulling the blond to straddle his lap on the couch, he heard himself moan. She grinded her hips into his groin and bit his bottom lips, her eyes glazed with lust. Releasing another moan as he kissed the blond back Dante thought this girl was seductive enough to take home for the night. If Lady was so willing to listen to his ludicrous statement then he should take his own advice. Hearing the blond gasp for air caused Dante to break the kiss, his hands on her hips causing them to move in a circular motion. He was definitely turned on by her. Realizing that something was wrong, Dante stopped moving his hands and looked at the panting blond in his lap. This wasn't right. He didn't even know her name.

Dante felt his throat tighten and his introduction never came. The brunette that he had been watching at the bar was no longer indulging herself in drinks. She was on the dance floor, dancing, with Vergil. Dante's eyes widened and shock overtook his features. Since when did Vergil dance, and when did he learn to dance with women?

Refusing to remove his eyes from the shocking display, Dante's eyes narrowed as he took in their positions. Vergil's chest was pressed firmly on Lady's back while her hips swayed. His eyes remained glued to them even after Lady's eyes met his. Watching for a few more seconds caused a new urge to break something form. Dante gently guided the blond off of his lap and guided her onto the dance floor. He needed to get Lady out of his head. Since when had she overtaken his thoughts anyway? He never had these feelings for her before, maybe it was the alcohol he had earlier.

Stopping at a random place on the floor, Dante placed is arms around the blonds' waist and started swaying to the music. Dante no longer held interest in the seductive blond. He was too busy thinking about his emotions involving Lady. He knew he considered the huntress as a friend but were his feelings stronger then he though? Could he possibly have a crush on Lady? Shaking his head at the thought, he denied it. She was more like a sister to him, maybe not a sister but a best friend.

Pulling away from his dancing companion, he made his way to the bar to order his 16th bottle of his mixed drink and gulped it down. He took a seat at the bar and glanced at his watch. 1:30, nowhere near closing time for the club but Dante had gotten bored with it. Standing to take his leave, Dante paused after hearing is name called. It was Lady.

"Hey babe," Dante grinned at the brunette and almost laughed at how drunk she had actually gotten. At least she didn't have anyone with her. Scratch that, the bartenders arm was wrapped around her waist. "Who's he?"

Lady looked shocked at the question. Almost like she had forgotten the man by her side, a drunken Lady is an amusing one. "Oh, he's Larry. We're gonna go get some coffee at his place, get to know each other. He's got a cappuccino machine!

Dante's brow twitched. Lady was also a gullible drunk and whether she wanted to go with 'Larry' or not, she was too drunk. Noticing Larry's smirk caused Dante's irritation to grow. He knew that smirk. Larry planned on having Lady whether she wanted it or not. His eyes narrowed.

"I don't think that's a good idea babe, you're really drunk. You'll regret it in the morning. I should get you home." Lady thought about the statement and nodded. Even while drunk, Lady still knew he was right.

Lady forcefully removed herself from Larry's grip with the full intention of falling into Dante's open arms, only stopping when Larry wrapped his arm around her wrist. Dante noticed Larry glaring at him and raised a brow. This guy was no threat to him.

"Oh no you don't, you're coming with me so that we can get to know each other." Dante glared at the man when Lady released a hiss of pain. The brute was holding her wrist too tightly. Grabbing Larry's wrist, he squeezed it tight enough to loosen Larry's grip to free Lady's wrist. She whimpered and rubbed her bruised wrist.

"Hey man, she doesn't want to go with you. Find some other chick." Placing an arm around Lady's waist, Dante turned to head out of the club. A hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned back to Larry.

"Fuck you! This bitch is coming with me whether she likes it or not." Dante's control snapped at the word 'bitch.' No one had a right to call her that. Next thing Dante knew, Larry was thrown to the other side of the club, landing on an empty table. Dante lead Lady out of the club. They went back to his place.

- Time Skip-

Getting Lady back to Devil May Cry was easier then Dante had initially expected. Getting Lady to sleep in her own room was a more difficult issue. All he did was place Lady on the couch to get her some water. Coming back into the living room Lady was no longer there. Instead he found her in his room. This couldn't end well.

Walking up to Lady, Dante was fully intending on taking her to the guest room that she had recently claimed for her own. Lady apparently had other plans. Dante released a gasp of shock when he felt lips on his own. Taking advantage of the situation, Lady plunged her tongue into the hunter's mouth and explored unknown cavers of Dante's mouth, groaning in irritation when she relieved no response. The groan broke Dante from his shock and quickly kissed back, fighting her tongue in a pointless battle.

Realizing the need to breath, the two broke the kiss. Lady's hands sliding under his shirt to feel the abs hidden, placing butterfly kisses any where she could reach. Dante couldn't help but do the same. How could he not? He was finally getting his chance with Lady, even if she was drunk.

Shit.

Lady was Drunk.

Gently pushing Lady off of him, she gracelessly fell onto the bed and looked up at him curiously.

"Lady, I want this. God I want this. But this is wrong, you're drunk. I don't want you to regret this."

Dante watched Lady's expression carefully, letting out a breath of relief when a small smile graced Lady's face.

"I want this Dante," The huntress reached out to grab Dante, pulling him onto the bed with her. His knees bent at her sides and hands placed on either side of her head. She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling his head down so that his lips met hers in another kiss. "So give me what I want."

Dante let out a moan with the order. Who knew Lady could be so sexy, even while drunk.

"Are you sure? You're not gonna shoot me in the morning are you?"

"Hmm, I probably will. But who cares. You'll heal." Dante released a chucked while rubbing his hands up Lady's creamy thighs.

Maybe this night wouldn't end so badly.

- Morning After- P.S: I was so going to end this here-

Dante groaned, his warmth leaving him. Why was his blanket moving? Oh yeah, he vaguely remembered. He had slept with Lady last night, and they went at it for 2 rounds. He wondered if she would feel up for a third. Hearing Lady's breath hitch caused Dante to realize something. She must have just figured out where she was. Lady never was bright in the morning.

Feeling the need to lighten up the situation, as he normally does, Dante decided to break the silence.

"What are you doin up? We got in pretty late and had a LONG night. It's only 7:30; go back to bed, unless you're ready for round 3?"

Dante winced at his previous sentence. He didn't mean to say that and knew Lad would feel awkward. It's just that he couldn't help it. Dante had no filters.

Opening his eyes completely, Dante looked up to meet Lady's. Her eyes were wide with shock. Wondering how to break her distress, Dante settled on something childish enough to get his yelled at. He pulled his arm from under the warm blanket and poked her side.

Realizing that his plan didn't work, he settled for the next best thing. "Sex was supposed to relieve your stress, not add on to it."

"Dante!"

The hunter sat up in his bed and smirked as the female jumped out of bed with his blanket wrapped around her.

"Yeah babe?"

Taking his time to stretch his naked muscles from sleep, Lady sneered at his nonchalant attitude.

"What the fuck happened!"

Thinking about an actual reply, Dante honestly didn't know how to go about answering. He did enjoy last night, but if Lady was going to regret it then he would act like it was a joke. No way did he want to get hurt. He got off of his bed and grabbed some clean clothes from his dresser. Taking a moment to look at Lady, he shrugged his shoulders and walked to the bathroom.

"Wow babe, I thought you knew about the birds and the bees."

He shut the door behind him. Due to his hearing abilities, he heard Lady stomp to her room then run to the bathroom downstairs to clean herself off. Dante chuckled at the steady flow of curses that left her mouth. This probably wasn't a laughing matter but Dante wasn't able to treat the delicate situation as it was. He wasn't used to it. Vergil was much better at situations like this then he was. Serious just wasn't his thing.

Turning the shower water off and getting dressed, Dante looked at the small clock hanging on his bathroom wall, 8:20. He was lost in thought for almost an hour.

Opening the door, he raised a brow at Lady. She stood at the door with her arms raised, his favorite twin pistols in each hand.

"Fuck you Dante."

Groaning at the pain the bullets caused, Dante heard his guns hit the floor and Lady walk out of the office. It really sucks to be shot with your own pistols.

- Flashback End-

Dante sighed at the memory and leaned back in his chair, his boots placed on the deck. He had tried at least 5 times a day to get in contact with the huntress but she was obviously avoiding him. He couldn't really blame her but they needed to talk. Date needed to know where they stood in their relationship. Were they still friends, were they less than that, maybe more? He didn't know. The hunter would let the lady decide and he would just respectfully accept that. Unless she wanted to be less than friends, she couldn't get rid of him that easily.

Deciding to try for the 3rd time that day, Dante grabbed his phone and dialed the number he knew extremely well. His brow rose when she picked up.

"Damn! It's about time you-."

"Dante? Where are you, we have to talk."

"Right now? At the office. Are you-."

She hung up. Dante slammed his phone shut in irritation. The nerve of that woman, all he was trying to do was find out how she was and she went and hung up on him.

Taking two deep breaths, Dante went back to leaning in his chair and placed a magazine on his face. If he understood correctly, she would be coming to the office. He might as well be comfortable during the wait.

His eyes snapped open at the sound of heels clicking on his office floor. Lady must be there. Removing his magazine from his face and his feet from his desk, Dante sat up and tilted his head curiously at Lady. She was standing by the door, manila envelope in her hands.

"Babe, you ok?"

"No you fucker."

Dante raised a brow at the name. What did he do this time?

"Well, whatever it is I did, I'm sorry. If it helps, I take it back."

"You idiot, you can't take this back," Lady stomped to the desk and threw the folder at him. He caught it and opened the flap inside, "I'm pregnant."

Dante froze his actions, his eyes shooting back up to Lady's. Did he hear that right?

"Wha?"

"You heard me, I'm pregnant. Those papers there show you that I'm not just fuckin with you."

"What the hell?"

Dante felt his breath pick up. Was she serious? Of course she was, these papers told him as much. Taking a deep gulp, He looked back up to Lady, his eyes asking an obvious question. Who's the father?

"Congradu-fucking-lations Dante, you're gonna be a daddy."

Dante's pretty sure he passed out.