Kiss the Girl

As soon as Dante set me on the floor, I spotted Nero coming through the crowd. He vanished in seconds.

"Come on, Shayde. Dance with me," Dante grinned, wrapping his arm around my waist. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and I tried to shove him away.

"You've been drinking. Let me go."

"One dance," he insisted.

"No. You've been drinking," I tried to pull out of the arms that held me so easily.

"Just one," he repeated.

"No, Dante," I tried to pull; away. He pulled me closer.

"One dance," he said, pulling me closer. Suddenly, I was leaning back against Nero, watching Dante stumble away.

"Let's go," Nero breathed, glaring at Dante. I felt myself freeze as Dante stumbled to his feet. Nero pushed me behind him as Dante strode toward us

Were they going to fight? Were they both drunk? Were they insane?

"Stop!" I managed to stand myself between them, pushing against their chests, "Stop! Don't start a fight here!"

Nero's covered hand fisted again, glowing.

"Stop it, you two!" I hissed. Dante glared at Nero then me.

"Fine," he snapped turning away then heading for the bar. I sighed, relaxing. Nero wrapped an arm around me.

"I'd ask for 'nother dance, but you wanna go home, right?"

"I can handle one more dance with you," I smiled.

"Good," he smiled in return, leading me closer to the booming speakers, "Wait here."

"What?" And he vanished through the crowd.

Figures. (*Insert eye roll here*)

After only a few moments of waiting, I thought I would pass out. I was dog-tired and my feet hurt.

Then Nero came back, smiling. He watched me for a moment before frowning.

"You sure you can handle one more dance?"

"Yeah. 'M fine," I smiled sleepily, standing out of my lean. He frowned for a moment before offering his hand to me. I took it, grinning. A Latin song with a heavy beat came on then. (Amore (Sexo) for the Santana fans. xD) I leaned against Nero heavily. I could tell his heart was thudding in his chest and I grinned lazily at the sound. I had a feeling that either someone hwas smoking something or I was so tired that this was amusing again. Since Nero's dancing timing was off and he was holding me differently than before, as though he were weak, I figured someone was smoking.

When he rested his lips against the side of my neck and his hands started running over me, my assumption was right. I felt guilty for a moment—after all, he had a girl back home—but the feeling left quickly.

"Nero?"

"Hnn?" He lifted his head slightly. I shook my head. No need to ruin the moment.

"Nothing. Never mind," I smiled and I felt him grin against my neck.

I got a whiff of whatever was being smoked and felt a surge of energy. I twirled out of Nero's arm, still dancing, and moved across from him. He grinned and reached for me. I laughed and dance out from his arms again. He smirked once again and reached for me. Again, I twirled away. My plan was to get toward the door and it worked.

Within a few minutes of starting the game, I was at the door. As Nero reached for me again, I stepped outside and made my way down the street and toward the Devil May Cry.

I made it to the front door and I felt my head clear. I sighed softly. Dante was still at the club and I was almost positive I had lost Nero on a back street.

I had to smirk. It was way too easy.

Too easy to be true…? If it was then….

I pushed open the door to the Devil May Cry and found Nero, grinning at me from where he lounged on the couch.

Oh.

Crap.

From his posture, I could tell that whatever had been lit in Hell's Rejects hadn't left his system yet.

"There you are," Nero purred.

"Where's Dante?" I asked, leaning back out the doorway. He stood and crossed the room in about ten steps, closing the door.

"Does it matter?"

"Nero, y-you know, you should get some sleep…"

"Not yet," He said, leaning against the door. I gulped, leaning back as well. His gloved hand grabbed one of mine.

He was definitely stoned.

"Nero, please…" I whined. His other hand was next to my head, supporting his weight.

"I just want to see something," he said softly, pressing his lips against my forehead.

Crap, crap, crap!

"Nero…"

"Close your eyes."

"But—"
"Do it," He said. I obeyed, biting my lip softly, "Just relax. I won't hurt you.

That wasn't why I was afraid, but I relaxed as I was told.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then I felt it.

Nero gently pressed his lips to mine. I felt myself blush and I wrapped my arms around his waist. His smiled before pulling away.

"You're first kiss," He said, his voice deeper than normal. I smiled at him.

He wouldn't remember this in the morning.

… Right…?