I updated! What do you know! I am so very sorry my beloved readers! It's been too long! I was writing the tenth chapter and was half done when my laptop crashed! I lost everything and had to send my computer into the shop and muster the inspiration to continue! So here it is, at long last.

And, warning. I promised some moments with our beloved Dante and Ravyn, and I have fulfilled that promise. Beware if you shy away from sexy moments.

10

Heavy Rain

"Well, shit," I swore under my breath, making a face at the putrid smell protruding from the silver skillet on the stove. I poked the burning pancake within the pan as if attempting to revive it from its blackened state, but it was in vain. I switched off the stove with a sigh and scraped the remains of my breakfast-attempt out of the pan and dumped it into the trashcan.

It was rainy today, much like the other days. Yet it was so dense that was next to impossible to see out of the window.

I looked back at the pan that was still emitting a slight smoke from the burning substance within. I sighed. It didn't really matter, anyway; I wasn't that hungry in the first place and I obviously had way too much on my mind to cook a decent meal. I clicked on the oven fan and made a frail attempt to use the washcloth to wind out some of the smoke.

Noah's head peeked out from around the corner.

"It smells like someone set a factory on fire," he said, making a face.

"Hush," I said, placing the pan in the sink and attempting to chisel off some of the remaining burnt crisps of the pancake with a spatula. Unfortunately, I really wasn't paying attention to how much strength I was using on the spatula and it slid right off of the skillet and went cleanly through the metallic side of the sink.

I stood there and stared at it for a few moments.

Noah did a double-take from the stabbed sink to me.

"Now what did that sink ever do to you?" he questioned.

I took the handle of the spatula in my hand and ripped it out. It had only sliced through the sink about two inches but I was irritated at myself.

"Are you feeling okay, Rave?" inquired Noah, standing up straighter and his eyebrows narrowing.

I didn't answer immediately. I continued to wash the pan and set it aside the rack before turning to face him.

"I'm fine," I said with a small shrug. "Didn't get much sleep."

He didn't look convinced.

"I'm no psychologist or anything, but I'm not sure if stabbing a sink is the best way to work out your anger."

"I didn't do it on purpose," I said. My tone was flat and distracted, and Noah seemed to notice this. He suddenly looked awkward.

"Is—uh, everything okay with, um, Dante and you?" he asked, looking at anywhere but me. I could see his complexion turn to a rusty red.

I looked at him, my mouth slightly open. I suddenly comprehended what he was suggesting. I felt a mixture of slight embarrassment as well as the odd desire to laugh.

"Everything's—fine," I said, attempting to smile. He noticed my pause.

"You're sure?" he asked, looking as though it was causing him a great amount of effort to lock his gaze with mine. You had to give the kid credit for his effort.

"Yeah," I said, running my fingers through my hair. It's been three days since I've seen or contacted Dante, since he had made those graves for my parents. It was against my female nature to not feel as if something was wrong. Actually, I hadn't had any contact from the twins. Though surprisingly I had been talking with Kat, who I was relieved to discover that I genuinely liked the more I got to know her. When I asked her about Vergil and Dante, she said they were merely bust preparing for Bob Barbas.

There was a sudden 'meowrf' from below and I looked down. The black cat was intertwining itself between my ankles and looking up at me with those eyes that always seemed to hold much more wiseness than the typical cat could ever imply. I bent down and lifted it into my arms where it started an even purr and half-closed its eyes, looking drowsy.

"It still freaks me out," said Noah, eying the cat.

"Why?" I questioned.

"It's like the start of a horror story," he said. "Its eyes are just way too—weird."

I snorted. "Right. Because one green eye and blue eye is such a strange thing to see around in this house."

Noah shook his head.

"I don't mean the color." He bent down lower to meet the cat's mysterious eyes. It looked at Noah, becoming more awake but still purring heavily. "It doesn't seem to be a—cat."

"Noah," I said.

"It seems so . . . human," continued Noah, who hadn't seemed to have heard me.

"Noah."

"Meowrf," said the cat.

"It's a cat," I said. "Not a human."

Noah stood up straighter.

"Whatever. Just saying. What are you even going to name it?"

That was a good question. I wasn't even sure yet my intentions for keeping the cat, yet for some reason I wanted to. I wasn't even sure if it was a girl or boy. But an idea came to me.

"Binx," I said.

Noah raised his eyebrows.

"Binx?"

"Yeah. From Hocus Pocus," I said with a small smile, petting the cat atop the head, feeling his furry body vibrate slightly within my arms due to his loud purring.

Noah rolled his eyes.

"You are such a dork," he said. "And your cat is weird."

"Don't be mean to Binx," I said with a mock-hurt face, theatrically shielding Binx. "Go away, meanie."

"If anyone asks, I was adopted and we're not related," said Noah. "I have some homework I need to do."

I laughed, setting down Binx.

"I'm going to go patrolling," I said, feeling in a slightly better mood. Noah looked astonished.

"In this rain?"

"Well, Dante and Vergil haven't been contacting me so I haven't had much to do, and the demons aren't going to kill themselves." I frowned at this thought, realizing how strange it sounded. I shook my head. "Anyway, I'll be back in an hour or two."

Noah hesitated, opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something. But he seemed to push it aside.

I strode to the wall where my katana was propped up against. I adjusted its sash to my back and tightened it. I opened the front door and was immediately overcome by the intense and overbearing aroma of fresh rain. It was so loud I almost didn't hear Noah's next words from behind me.

"Go kick some ass," he said.

I turned to face him with a small grin.

"As per usual," I said.

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Dante

He was thinking hard. Almost as hard as the pouring rain that fell from the dense gray clouds above. He had seated himself in a windowsill that belonged to a tall building that was still under construction. It was an easier place to think since back home his brother was driving him up the wall. The only thing that Vergil seemed content with was warning him about his relationship with Ravyn, this being the main reason he hadn't tried to talk to her these past few days.

If he was honest with himself, he knew he should have confided at least some information to Ravyn. But according to Vergil, the knowledge of what she really was, this 'Mou demon', would put her in trouble. But in Dante's opinion, it was just risking her life more. He knew she would be angry for keeping this information from her, and he hated that concept, but he was confused.

He liked Ravyn. He really did. Yet she had sprung into his life so unexpectedly. Quite literally sprung. It had all gone so well so far, and he supposed he was just expecting things to go terribly wrong because he was so used to it ending like that. Vergil was not helping.

Fine time to start a relationship; right in the middle of a war between humans and demons.

Dante released his breath and brought his half-burnt cigarette to his lips and inhaled deeply, feeling the smoke scratch the walls of his throat. He exhaled and watched the white smoke cloud of in front of him and eventually disperse into the rainy atmosphere.

As his eyes moved to follow the smoke until it completely disappeared into the darkness, he noticed something from eight stories below. Someone walking below on the sidewalk. Not walking, but stalking. Stalking in the way that he only knew one girl that hunted like that.

Amidst everything and all of his initial hesitance, Dante smiled slightly to himself.

Well, he knew one thing for sure. No matter what Vergil said or what was right or wrong, he was going to have a helluva time staying away from Ravyn Taylor.

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Ravyn

"I will conquer thee!" I shouted loudly, jumping through the air and landing on the wet grass. Even the demon had to give me a what-the-hell look at my remark. "What?" I demanded. "I'm a demon hunter; of course I have to be a smartass with stupid comments."

I had tracked what looked like another Pathaway demon all the way to a modest park on the south side of the city. If possible, within my time out of the house, the rain had started to pour louder and every now and then a flash of white lightning would stretch across the sky and temporarily light up the area.

My wet hair clung to my face and my clothes were completely drenched, this proving to make it much harder to move around let alone fight a demon that had poison inflicted claws.

"Your friend almost got me last time," I said, not even sure if it could understand me. "Fortunately, I have a knight in shining armor. Or, at least I think I do," I added quietly under my breath.

The demon obviously didn't give a shit about whatever I was saying. It made a lunge and missed my skin by an inch. I darted to my left and felt my hands clasp over the cold, wet railing of the playground merry-go-round. I turned in the air and landed on two other railings.

The demon clicked its claws together menacingly.

I reached backward and withdrew my katana just as another strike of lightning lit up the sky. Within that small second I pounced forward and felt the familiar, blood-boiling anger that always seemed to ignite my system whenever coming close to a kill. It was when my instinct took over and my body turned into a sort of automatic fighter.

The demon blocked my first blow, but I aimed a powerful kick right in its mouthless face and it went hurling through the air, hitting a nearby slide. I quickly moved forward. But the thing was not weak in the slightest. It already got to its feet and moved in rapid speeds towards me, trying to break my skin with its great talons.

It didn't cut me, but it did manage to make me soar through the air and land right in the middle of an enormous mud puddle. I stumbled to get to my feet, temporarily blinded from the muck in my eyes. I was covered head to foot in dark brown mud. I would have been unrecognizable to anyone passing by.

"I hate your sense of humor," I muttered, wiping my face furiously. I clenched my katana more firmly between my fingers. Both the demon and I moved in unison. When we came in collision, I was dangerously aware of how close its swiping claws were to cutting me.

I jumped to my right and caught hold of a metal pole and swung my entire body around in a circle, my feet pressed together and coming in direct contact with the demon's chest. It hurled through the air and hit the ground hard.

I didn't give a second thought and sprinted forward faster than I would have believed while covered in mud and drenched to the core. I hovered over the demon and drew my sword into the air and swiped it down upon the crease of the demon's neck. I let out an angry yell.

As its head was detached from its shoulders, the green blood squirted everywhere and I was probably now covered in that too. I stood up straighter, my hands shaking. Not from exhaust, but from anger. So much anger. I felt about ready to decapitate the next thing that approached me.

"Hey, cat-eye."

I whirled around in a single move, holding my katana tightly between my fingers still, but my grip ceased when I saw who it was.

"Dante?" I said, all anger flooding from my body.

Oh, come on.

The first time I see Dante in a few days, and I am covered head to foot in mud and demon blood. God has a sick sense of humor.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, loud enough for him to hear me over the rain. "Or, how do you even know it's me?" I added, indicating the mud. I couldn't see Dante's expression in the darkness and dense rain, but I guessed he was giving me that crooked grin.

"I know the way you fight," he said, and I could make out him giving a small shrug. "You fight dirty."

"Your pun is not appreciated."

He was definitely smiling now.

"Nice kill," he said, glancing over my shoulder. "Messy."

"Do you mind helping a girl out?" I asked. "I need to get rid of the body."

"Sounds like fun."

I had expected him to grab one end of the demon and me the other, but he merely picked up the entire body and hurled it over his shoulder.

"No need to be so macho," I said, bending down to pick up the demon's head and flinching slightly; its skin was an odd mixture of rubbery and scaly.

"One can never pass by an opportunity," he said. We walked to the edge of the dense pond. Dante threw the body far off into the water where the splash was concealed by the sound of the rain. I threw the head in after it.

"This is so romantic," I said. "We should do this more often."

"You know what we should do?" he asked. "And when I say we, I mean you."

I eyed him tenderly. I couldn't tell if he was acting weirdly around me or not. Of course, I was still completely in shock about running into him so unexpectedly.

"What?" I asked.

"Clean up. I can't see your cute face through all that mud."

Damn you Dante for making me smile against my will.

"My place isn't that far," he said.

I grinned.

"Lead the way, Don Juan."

Dante was right, surprisingly. The walk was less than ten minutes. In the heavy rain I had much of the mud wipe of my face and skin, but some of it still lingered in my hair and on my clothes. There wasn't much use for trying to start up small talk in the rain since it was next to impossible to have a successful conversation without shouting.

For the second time, my eyes landed on the small trailer home set on the docks. I almost cried out in happiness when we walked through the front door and into exhilarating warmth.

"You—look a real mess, sweetie," said Dante as he flicked on the living room light. I was surprised but pleased to see that it looked as though Dante or Vergil had cleaned up the place a little. True, it still had various things lingering on the ground, but it had a definite trace of effort.

"Won't Vergil be mad that we're arriving in the middle of the night?" I asked as I shoved off my wet coat and placed it on the kitchen counter.

"Vergil's not here. He's at the warehouse working late. We're alone."

Oh.

"You can take a shower first," continued Dante, looking me up and down. "You smell like demon guts."

I stuck out my tongue at him and made my way past him. I found the bathroom at the end of the hallway and made my way inside.

Holy shit.

My reflection showed my short self with mud covering my face, hair, and clothing. The green blood had stained into my shirt and was still sticking to my skin. I immediately stripped down and turned on the shower, jumping in immediately when the water turned hot.

I practically devoured the heat and massaged a brand of shampoo into my scalp that smelt like Dante. The same masculine, strong aroma that always protruded him.

I was almost in the shower for a full half an hour washing all of the muck out of my hair and off my skin. When done, the water was almost completely freezing.

I exited the shower and looked around, realizing I had no towel. I opened the door a centimeter and was about to call out Dante's name, but stopped when I saw a pile of something by the bathroom door. I bent down to pick them up and closed the door again.

It was a towel and an overlarge, plain black T-Shirt that I suspected was Dante's. I dried myself with the towel before slipping the shirt over my head. The end of it almost came down to my knees, so I was basically concealed.

I'm surprised he didn't give me lingerie.

I emerged from the bathroom and found Dante lounging on the sofa in the living room, a remote in his hands and his eyes were glued upon his crappy television that had a lot of static. He was flicking randomly through the channels and only looked up when I sat by his feet.

"There's your face," he said, sitting up. "You were in there a while. Tell me there is still some hot water left."

"I don't like to be the bearer of bad news," I said, feeling slightly guilty.

Dante shrugged.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he said.

"There's nothing you wouldn't do," I said with a small smile.

He merely winked and left to go to the bathroom and take a cold shower.

I sat there awkwardly for a few moments. I checked my watch to see that it was nine-thirty. I still had some time before I needed to go back to the house. Not that I, uh, needed time. Not that we were going to do anything.

Right?

In all honesty, it would be hard not to. For me, at least. I won't deny that I wanted him. To be perfectly frank, it was not to see Dante without him turning me on.

Well, fuck.

I stood up, choosing to sate the rumbling in my stomach and find something to eat in the kitchen. However, when I opened the fridge, I found nothing but boxes and boxes of leftover pizza and beer. I frowned and picked up a pepperoni slice and a Bourbon.

I ate quietly at the counter, looking around with more interest than I had the first time I was here. I glanced behind my shoulder to the sofa, the first place I had ever laid eyes on Dante. It was a weird thought.

A lot has happened since that night.

I sipped the beer in thoughtful silence, thinking where I would be now if it weren't Dante. I wasn't one to find joy in the fact that I had been a damsel in distress, but I couldn't deny that that was exactly what I was. I had nothing to do but be grateful.

Ten minutes later Dante emerged from the bathroom with merely a crimson towel wrapped around his waist. He smiled when he saw me.

"You don't eat your crusts?" he asked.

"I'm sorry," I said blankly.

Dante smirked as he walked past me and towards the fridge where he pulled out another beer and opened it on the side of the counter.

"So what exactly were you doing by that park?" I inquired as I took another sip from the drink.

"Stalking you," said Dante casually. I arched an eyebrow. "Well, I saw you earlier and knew you must have been hunting. I was going to come and help you but you already had things under control."

"For once," I muttered.

"What?" he asked.

"You've already saved me twice."

"You're welcome," he said, still smirking. I had a small twinge of annoyance, but ignored it. We drank in silence for another few moments.

"Do you know what's going on with Bob Barbas?" I asked.

"We're still prepping up. We came across some minor problems, but we should be able to go within this week or so."

I didn't answer. I was supposed to take Noah to his concert next week. I was abnormally determined to do this.

"Can I wash my clothes?" I asked.

"Knock yourself out," said Dante, taking another sip from his beer.

I got off the stool and walked into the bathroom and gathered up my sodden clothes and walked into the laundry room and threw all of them into washing machine. When I walked back into the hallway, Dante was just walking out of the bathroom, this time with a pair of blue jeans on but still no shirt. He was in the process of wrapping a red stone necklace around his neck. I had never noticed it before.

"Nice necklace," I complimented.

Dante looked down at it as if he didn't know what know what I was talking about. He looked back up at me.

"My mother gave it to me."

"Who was she again?" I asked.

Dante glanced to the wall, a shadow of a faint and sad smile on his face.

"Eva."

"Your angel side?"

He met my eyes.

"Yeah."

I studied him curiously.

"Do you remember her?"

Dante leaned against the wall and stared at nothing in particular, his expression thoughtful but pained.

"Barely," he replied. "What memories I do have of her are her dying."

I felt a surge of sympathy as well as understanding.

"I hardly remember mine either. Not even what she looks like. I don't have anything from my parents, actually. Just my katana."

Dante looked at me, a curious smile on his face. There was a small silence. It had only just occurred to me how much Dante and I have in common. But demon half-breeds, lost our parents at a young age, had one item only to remember them, and both have a fierce and fiery anger towards the demon race.

"I have a picture of her," said Dante suddenly. He almost forced it out. I glanced back up at him. He was peering away, looking slightly apprehensive. But he met my eyes again. "Do you want to see?"

I was slightly taken aback, but nodded, watching Dante with a curious eye. He nodded his head in the direction of the door beside us and opened it. His room wasn't as bad as I envisioned. It of course had clothes sprawled all over the place with empty pizza boxes here and there. Though it was hardly worse than Vergil's.

I had never been in Dante's room before, and besides the mess, it seemed to have some aspect of him. It scent, definitely. Much like the shampoo in the shower. A strong masculine fume that reminded me of being inside of a deep forest in the middle of a rainstorm.

Dante turned on the light and led me to the side of the bed and picked up a picture frame off his nightstand and handed it to me. I gazed down at the material.

Four people were in the picture; two young boys who didn't look any older than seven, a woman with long, dark red hair, and a tall man. But the man's face was concealed by a violent crack in the lens case. I wondered vaguely why Dante didn't get a new frame. Yet it was no wonder to me who the man was. Sparda. It had to be. It was clear that Dante really had no wish to even see his father's face.

I first looked at the woman. Her face was open, slender, and . . . well, angelic. Her full lips were curved in a smile that lit up her light eyes, eyes that I could see even in the picture resembled Dante's arctic-blue ones. Her face held kindness and wonder. Even if I knew absolutely nothing about her, I loved her just from the picture I held in my hands.

And yet . . . her face held such familiarity within me. Something that I was not expecting. Inside, something screamed that I knew this woman, yet that couldn't have been possible. I hadn't met Dante until a few weeks ago and had no contact with him whatsoever beforehand. I pushed it out of my mind.

I then looked to the two boys, one locked arms with Eva, the other with Sparda. The one with the mane of white hair held Sparda's hand, the black-haired one with Eva. All were smiling. All were happy.

I smiled down at the baby Dante. His eyes were alit, his smile wide, and his stance playful. He looked sincerely happy. I looked back up at the grown Dante.

"I got this in our old house a few months back," he said, answering my unasked question. I looked back down at the picture.

Strangely, it reminded me of my own good memories, though I had spare few.

"You look so happy," I said quietly, still smiling.

"I couldn't tell you," said Dante.

Another silence.

I sat on the end of the bed, still holding the picture but now looking at Dante. He was looking down at me with an indecipherable expression. Eventually, he sat next to me and I handed his picture back. He placed it back on his nightstand before turning to face me again.

"Where do you see this going?" he asked.

I let out a low breath.

"Well, we take out Bob Barbas, any other left of Mundus's little spies, then eventually kill Mundus himself, save mankind, and save the world. Should be a piece of cake."

"That's not what I meant."

I met his eyes.

Ah.

I looked down and tried to fight an embarrassed grin. It wasn't the good type of embarrassment though; I felt like I was on the spotlight and even though I had run this scenario through my head a million times, I really had no answer.

"Would it be bad if I said I don't know?" I asked sheepishly.

He shrugged.

"Your answer is as good as mine."

There was another pause.

I wasn't expecting things to become awkward; it never really was with Dante. I found myself being able to be myself around him freely without any unnecessary effort. And to top it off, I was never good with these things to begin with. Though something told me Dante was as inexperienced with relationships as I was, not that that made it any better.

But, I did know what I was good at.

I turned to face Dante, a sort of fiery determination mixed with white-hot anger boiling up inside me. Dante seemed to notice sudden change of demeanor. His dark brows furrowed and he looked at me with a questioning expression.

I took Dante's hand in mine and shifted my leg around Dante's waist so I sat in his lap, looking down at him with his hands still in mine. Dante's expression would have been priceless if he didn't know how to keep his cool. He looked up at me with a certain type of wonder with the eyes that I so admired and loved.

"Can we just forget about all the other details for now?" I whispered. "I don't want to think about Bob Barbas, or our pasts, or Mundus. I just want to think about you."

Dante looked highly taken aback. He obviously wasn't expecting this, but it was evident he wasn't against what I was referring to. Yet—he looked troubled, somewhat. I could tell there was something lingering in the back of his mind, and it was that exact something I wanted him not to think about.

Without taking another breath, I bent down and kissed him full on the lips. Dante was momentarily shocked. Momentarily. Though he picked up the gist pretty quickly. His hands moving up my legs to rest on either side of my waist and pulling me closer into him, I took my right hand and cradle the side of his face. The kiss deepened, and all of the sexual tension I've been experiencing the past few weeks with Dante was finally becoming remotely satisfied.

His tongue slithered in past my lips, creating a rhythm with my own. I nibbled slightly on his lower lips and he grinned into the kiss. Delicately, his fingers trailed up my lower back and through my loose drying hair. He combed his hand through it, seeming to enjoy the effect.

Now I took either side of his face in my hands and pressed him on his back on the bed. My hair acted as a curtain around our faces as I sat upon him, already feeling his hard member underneath his jeans.

My hands explored his bare and defined chest. His skin was still wet from the shower, allowing my fingers to travel more easily across him. I pressed my lips just above his pant-line where the defined 'V' shape emerged from and placed soft kisses from his midriff to his chest. Dante's entire body stiffened and clenched a hand behind my head and forced my lips back onto his.

His hands touched the brim of the overlarge T-Shirt that I wore and just barely started to shift it upward, as if not sure whether to proceed or not.

I wasn't exactly sure how to make my intentions any clearer than I already was.

Dante took hold of my waist again and lifted me upward, taking me slightly by surprise. He turned me so I was lying on my back and now he mounted atop me. We took a moment to look into each other's eyes before indulging ourselves once more.

His delicious weight pressed against mine as his lips left mine momentarily to kiss down my neck and then to the crease of my shoulder. My chest elevated slightly as I released a soundless gasp.

Dante returned his mouth to mine. Even now I could feel the area between my legs tingle into moistness. God, it was almost terrible agony. We were so close, and yet it only left the feeling of not being able to be close enough.

Painful bliss.

Dante once more took the end of my shirt but wasn't so hesitant this time. He lifted it to my ribs and then completely over my head. I lay before him, only wearing a simple pair of white panties. Dante feasted his eyes upon me lying half-naked in front of him, as if savoring the moment.

He caught my eye and the corner of his wonderful lips coiled upward in a devilishly handsome smile.

"You almost look a lot like how I imagined you would."

I raised my eyebrows.

"Almost?"

He drew nearer, his lips an inch away.

"My imaginative skills do not even compare to the real thing," he whispered, his breath brushing against my skin in sensual waves. I shivered beneath him.

Dante drew back once more, but only to draw his tongue between the valley of my breasts. I let out a sharp gasp, my hands traveling through his sweet-smelling hair. His sweat leaked off of his in erotic fumes, enhancing his masculine scent even more.

His right hand moved to massage my left breast, not too rough, but not exactly gentle either. He seemed to know exactly much pressure to apply without hurting me but also make me become aroused.

Dante played with the brim of my underwear, pulling it down, then up, then toyed with it more. I let out an annoyed breath.

"You're teasing me," I breathed.

I received nothing in answer but a wicked smile from him.

I reached down and softly rubbed his groin area, feeling his rock-hard member against my fingers. The idea pleased me. Dante let out a repressed groan as I took my hand away.

"Now you know how it feels," I snapped.

Dante merely continued his playful smile.

He cradled my face with his hands before bending down to kiss me again. While his lips moved with mine, I reached down for his belt buckle and began to undo it. I could feel Dante's breath become quicker and his kissing more fervent as I began to pull the pants down his waist.

His hands traveled from my hip to the moist area between my legs, still covered up by my panties. With two fingers, he rubbed my most sensitive area, causing me to arch my neck and let out a rugged and strangled gasp. He rubbed harder, seemingly to enjoy his effect he had on me.

He met my eyes as he slid my underwear aside and stroked my clit, only suggesting the idea of actually entering me. My breath quickened and my heart seemed to stop numerous times, and my face began to have hot, red patches splatter all over my complexion.

"Dante . . ." I whispered, as he lifted me onto his lap once more, his hands entangled within my hair and kissing me fiercely again. Space didn't exist between us, and the fast pounding of my heart only mirrored my desire for Dante.

And that was when the fucking door opened.

I wouldn't have noticed it if hadn't been swung open so violently and hit the wall, making a loud bang. I jumped, but remained entangled within Dante's arms. We separated instantly, both of ours eyes darting to the person standing in the doorway.

Vergil's face was murderous.

I hope you guys don't kill me for the ending. Especially after not updating for so long. Now that I have my laptop, I can update more frequently. Any who, make sure to review if you liked! They are so motivational and I love, love, love them!