Authors Note:

Title: Outside the Box

Rated M: for sexual and violent content/innuendos, language and nudity

Pairing: DantexOc

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry, Dante, or any other DMC character I decide to bring in...I do own Emily, and any random characters that may appear :)

Chapter Ten: Morals, Morals, Morals

"Summoned Swords? What are you talking about Dante?" Emily asked, becoming nervous and anxious at his hard stare.

Dante walked closer to her, and every step he took, Emily had to take two backwards. "What you just did was an attack only Vergil can use…it's specific to his Yamoto."

Emily shook her head, holding out her hands. "Dante, I don't know what it is! I just panicked and it appeared through his chest! I don't know how I did it, or even if I was the one who summoned it!"

"I watched it with my own eyes. You summoned the sword and it pierced through Ryoka's chest." Dante said, his pace steady and threatening. "How do you know that attack and how can you use it without Yamoto?"

Emily felt her voice leave her just as her back was pushed up against the wall, cornering her from running. Emily began to panic. She didn't know Dante as well as she probably led herself to believe, and somehow, this power she had acquired was linked with Vergil's. Dante wasn't buying her confused blonde act, and she didn't exactly blame him. She would be suspicious if someone showed up with the same powers as the bad guy.

Dante was closing in on her fast and she looked over to the fallen door and before she could even move to escape through it, a large hand slammed into the wall by her face, trapping her. Emily jumped and flattened her back against the wall, looking up to Dante who was dangerously close to her. Her breathing hardened and she felt herself shake. Dante bent down so he was eye level with her and made eye contact with her. Emily wanted to look away at anything but Dante, but she found herself locked within his passionate eyes. The intensity of his stare was breathtaking, as he tried to peak into her very soul. Emily found her body calm down, but her breathing was still shaky and uneven. Dante had only been this close to her once, and Emily had the same feeling then, as she did now.

She wanted to do nothing but throw her arms around his neck and kiss him, to let him do whatever he wanted to her.

Emily was shocked at her own thoughts, since she was normally such a prude when it came to kissing and sex. She was no means a virgin, but she had her standards, and they were normally set very high so whoever she was dating would have to work for it.

But not Dante.

He just looked at her and her knees went to butter.

She had never been so attracted to someone in this short amount of time.

For God's sake! It's only been about three hours since she met him! And already she wanted to jump his bones.

"Dante..um…" She breathed trying to control her sudden sexual urges.

Dante suddenly broke out into a grin and stood up straight. "Alright I believe you Em."

Emily blinked. "Huh?" She was now really confused.

Dante smirked. "I believe you have no idea how you did the Summoned Swords…chill out." He chuckled.

Emily felt the pressure of his stare leave, but she desperately wanted him back against her, his body rolling with hers…

Emily wanted to smack herself for such thoughts. Dante was practically a stranger!

'Stop thinking bad things! Where are your morals?'

Obviously she left them on the street where she had been kidnapped…

"Nice job with defeating that guy, by the way." Dante said, leaning his shoulder on the wall by her.

Emily glanced over to where he was and shrugged. "Yeah, I guess…why do you call me Em? Why not Emily?"

Dante raised an eyebrow. "What? You mean no one calls you Em?"

Emily shook her head.

"Oh…well it's just easier to say I guess." Dante shrugged.

"Emily is not hard to say." Emily back lashed, crossing her arms. "You're just too lazy to say my name all the way. Besides, I don't like being called 'Em'."

Dante smirked crossing his own arms. "Well get use to it Em, cause I'm going to continue to call you that from now on."

Emily sighed irritated. "You're impossible…" She couldn't help but notice his strong arms against the red fabric of the coat.

Dante pushed himself off the wall his eyes never leaving her small figure. "Were you afraid of me?" He asked.

The question threw Emily for a slight curve, and she looked up at him. "Afraid? Oh…" She realized. "You mean, just a few seconds ago?"

"Yeah…I didn't mean to scare you…I just wanted to know if you were lying to me or not." He said walking away from her and to the other side, where another door stood.

Emily followed close behind. "Yeah…I was a little afraid…" She said and then re-corrected herself. "I mean…a lot…I don't know exactly what your capable of Dante."

Dante reached the door and grasped the door handle and twisted it with ease. A small click was audible, and it swung open with ease. "I'm sorry for that…I've had people betray me before, so I'm a little more cautious about the whole thing now…you know?"

"Yeah…" Emily nodded, looking down at his ripped jacket and picking it up, examining it.

This part of his jacket was where he used to wrap Emily's arm up from her wound. He had torn his own clothes so he could save her from bleeding to death…not that she apparently needed it anyway, but it was still a nice gesture, and she wanted to do something nice for him in return. Dante turned to her, feeling his jacket lift up and noticed she was staring at where the tear was.

"What is it?" Dante asked.

Emily snapped her head up, her hands feeling the rough fabric and a loose end. "I want to buy you a new coat when we get out of here."

Dante's face was puzzled with surprise, and he blinked in confusion. "Buy me a new coat?"

"Yeah, because you ripped this one to save me…" She said holding it up to show him.

Dante snorted and took the fabric from her hands. "Don't worry about that. It's just clothing."

"But it looked expensive…" Emily grabbed the fabric back from him, but realized he was attached to it so she let it go and it fell back to his leg.

"It doesn't matter. It's nothing but material." He explained. "You're a human…your life is worth more than any coat."

Emily was kind of shocked at his words and looked up at him smiling. "Thank you Dante."

Dante smirked. "Tired of saying 'thank you' yet?"

Emily shook her head. "Nope."

"Oh you will be." He said turning to the open door and peaking through.

"Hey! Shouldn't you be thanking me for saving your hide while you were in that dream thingy? What was your torture chamber anyway? Was it scary?" Emily asked, her questions dying when she saw what Dante was looking at.

The door led to a hallway made completely out of mirrors. The mirrors aligned the walls, the ceiling, and even the floors. They reflected each other, making the hallway look bigger than any normal hallway.

"Whoa…" Emily whispered and she ducked under his arm and took an experimental step forward, finding the mirror below her feet was thick and well set. "This is amazing!" She said, bringing her second foot and placed it by her first one, placing all of her weight on the glass.

"Yeah, what the hell is this place?" Dante asked, walking next to her.

Emily was pleasantly surprised the glass held both her and Dante's weight and she walked over to one of the walls, almost running into it, since she couldn't tell where the wall was. She placed her hand on the mirror and ran a finger along the smooth surface. Dust had lightly coated the top, and she removed most of the dust, seeing her reflection.

Emily had never been the prettiest girl alive, but she had her traits. Her blonde hair that she had shoved into a ponytail when she went to go get Frosted Flakes was messy and disproportionate. Dirt was sprawled over her milky white skin, and her makeup had rubbed off. Her face had once been described as pixi-like, and she had liked it so much, she started using the term 'pixie' whenever she was asked to describe herself. Her cheekbones were high and her nose small, but she was so plain, she sometimes had to put twice the makeup on just to stand out. She was tall and lean, with hips, but no butt or bust. Her chest was a flat B-Size, and sometimes Emily wished they would grow just a tad bit more to a C, so she could be even more normal than before.

Her clothes were tattered and her pants were ripped at the knee, torn probably from her battle with Ryoka. Her shirt was dirty and crinkled, and her shoes, once a nice pretty grey color, were brown.

The one feature Emily took pride in, was her magnificent eyes. Her eyes, since birth, had been bright and radiant, piercing through the darkest of rooms. She could always be identified from her bright blue eyes.

"Wow, I look like crap…" Emily muttered, taking her blonde hair down from it's messy ponytail and running her fingers through it.

"Naw," Dante said, standing beside her. "…well maybe just a little."

Emily elbowed him in the side and he laughed, grabbing hold of his side. "I was just kidding!"

Emily left her hair down, letting it frame her face and fall to just past her shoulders. Her hair, though dirty, looked well taken care of and bright, shinning in the mirrors around them. Dante straightened up his posture and looked at Emily through the mirror. "I'm just kidding," He repeated. "You look amazing…"

Emily blushed and looked down, her fingers tangled in her hair. "Thanks…you look pretty good yourself since you've been killing off demons…"

Glancing back up, she noticed in the mirror Dante moved closer to her. Turning around, she faced Dante. "What is it?"

She could tell Dante was struggling internally with something. His face was twisted in some kind of heated argument with himself as he stared down at her. Emily removed her fingers and crossed them over her chest. "Dante, stop staring at me like that. Spit it out already!"

With a single shove, Emily was forced against the mirror and right before her eyes, Dante placed both his hands on either side of her head and leaned down and placed his lips on hers. Startled and shocked, Emily stood frozen up against the mirror wall, her lips melting against his and fireworks being shot off in her head. Her entire body wanted this, needed it. She felt a tingling sensation she had never before felt in her entire life. Dante's lips moved against hers, and his tongue wisped along her bottom lip, asking for entrance.

Emily was forced from her shocked state and slowly opened her mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing him lower and closer to her. Dante shot his tongue inside her mouth, and Emily found a small moan escaped from her lips. Dante smirked and let his hands slide down the dusty mirror and find her hips, forcing her up off the floor and wrapping her legs around his waist, shoving her harder against the mirror.

Normally, in her experience, the human tongue isn't anything special, and doesn't have a taste, but Dante's was something like candy to her. She could taste some kind of pizza lingering in his mouth, and she loved it.

She wanted more.

Emily grasped the back of his coat and kissed back wildly, feeling his hands slide under her ass and squeeze. Emily gasped in his mouth and her tongue brushed against his, and she fought for dominance, but was rapidly losing as his hand was slowly moving up her body, playing with the only fabric that separated the two from becoming one. Emily closed her mouth, feeling Dante leave her crevasse and groaned, her face red and her breathing hard. She placed her hand on Dante's shoulder, pushing him back pathetically.

"Dante…Dante stop…" She breathed as he went in for her neck, kissing and nibbling on the soft flesh.

"Mm…why?" Dante asked, his breath tickling just below her ear.

"Because…" She whispered. "I have morals and…" She stopped short feeling Dante nibble the lobe of her ear. She felt herself become nothing but butter in his hand as she relaxed and caved in completely.

Dante suddenly removed his face from her ear and smirked down at her. Emily glanced up through hazy eyes, confused as to why he stopped. Dante removed her from his hips and placed her on the ground, standing her up.

"You gotta control yourself a little more Em." He smirked.

"Control…" Emily muttered and shook her head. "Your talking about control to me? You were the one who attacked me!" She said watching as Dante laughed and walked away from her.

"And hey!" Emily yelled, her face still red. "You never told me what you saw in your mind when Ryoka trapped you there!" She caught up with him easilly, pulling on his red coat. "Hey! Tell me!"

Dante whirled around and forced her back up against one of the mirrored walls, his lips lingering once again close to hers. She gulped in fresh air, her mind swirling with what he was about to do. Closer Dante got and he passed by her lips and whispered in her ear, "I'm not telling you shit." He pushed himself away from Emily and again walked away, leaving Emily against the wall dazed and confused.

Wow two in one day!..I have no life people, so I hope you liked this chapter...

Finally! Dante and Emily finally made out! And was it steamy or what? ~^

Okay, so Emily and Dante had their first kiss, which is great, but when are the answers going to show up?

They will start showing up from here on out. You will begin to find out whats going on and why it;s happening.

Because I say so. Cause I'm that cool n.n

Review folks, I love reading what you have to say!