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DMC OTP100

Prompt # 73 Fishing

Word count: 1,178

Characters: Dante, Lady

Title: You Really Want to Catch It, Don't You?

Rating: PG-13

Warnings/Author's Notes: Erk, sorry, this got longer than intended, but it was very enjoyable to write and every sentence was worth it. There is an allusion to intended sex throughout the story, but it's not anything overt and there is no actual mention of graphic material, so it's kid-safe. Well, the necessary killing of demons too, so violence, but it's not graphic either, so keep your gaskets from blowing. And no, Lady isn't dead when Dante's in his twenties, since they're only about 2 yrs. apart.

Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry, Dante, or Lady. Or anything else own by Capcom.

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It was hot in New York right now, but Lady thought it felt wonderful after the time she'd spent in Arizona for the last few years of her life. It was a different kind of heat here, the kind that didn't leave your lungs feeling like a dried up ditch after every breath. It would still be nice to get inside, however, even if she could only sit in the lobby. There was still air-conditioning, and furthermore, there was less of a chance that some lunatic New York cabbie would make her a victim of vehicular manslaughter the farther she was from the swarming streets. The thought spurred her inside the relative safety of the fancy hotel in front of her.

As soon as she entered, Lady was struck with how quiet the place was. Not the kind of eerie quite a hunter like her was used to, but it was definitely odd. You'd expect this nice of a hotel to have charming music piped softly in or to even have a few guests sitting around waiting for transportation…she tried not to think that the quiet was a side-effect of…well, she'd told him not to pick someplace like that. Sitting down on a plush office grey love-seat, the twenty-something crossed her legs to keep from tapping them irritably.

Dante would never have picked someplace obviously sleazy, but she was pretty sure he'd also understood that the threat of pain to his person extended to picking any place with a seedy underside or whatever. There was no way she'd stand for that, and he knew not to push that line if he really wanted what he'd been after. If he screwed it up now…and he was already, because she's told him not to make her sit around waiting on his demon ass…but that's what she was doing right now. Lady cleared her throat and uncrossed her legs, forcing herself to stop clenching her fists around her dress hem.

She studied it instead, focusing her mismatched eyes on the deep sangría hue and the crushed velvet material. He liked leather, and when the young store clerk had told her that the color name it bore was similar to the Spanish word sangre – which she knew meant blood – she'd bought it, despite its somewhat bank-breaking price-tag. It was an appropriate choice for what she had finally agreed to, as far as Lady was concerned, and at this point in their lives, she knew the connotations would not all be lost on Dante either. She glanced out of the corner of her left eye and towards the glass doors at the sound of a loud engine from street, and although there was a motorcycle, it was neither the right make nor the right color. Where the heck was he? The only way she'd excuse this was if Hell itself had held him up…which it just might have considering who he was…and what had happened to his mother because of his father…that probably wasn't the best thought to be having right now. She'd already given him her promise.

In return for his, of course. As he himself had said, he wouldn't have kept going after the same fish if he hadn't realized that by holding out, they were making the ending better. It would have been too scripted if they'd managed to get to this place easily, if there hadn't been any complications on either of their parts, and to be honest, life unscripted definitely was better. There was another roar, and although this one thundered on around the corner, she knew it was the right one without glancing up. She was a bit preoccupied with the way the desk-clerk was giving her a one-over to worry about where the half-demon parked his precious. It really was an unusual look to be giving someone…and she seriously doubted he knew there was a TP9 wedged in her strapless under-wire…so why was he looking at her like that?

"Sorry I'm late, babe. Got caught in the usual traffic, though I kinda expected it."

He was standing next to her, the warmth of his more than human body eddying slowly away from him, along with that tough, musky, almost metallic scent that was uniquely him. With her sitting down, the height disparity was even more noticeable, which grated on her almost as much as the thought that he was undoubtedly enjoying the top down view of her in a tight sheath dress. Perverted demon…she though about calling him on it because it would take him down a peg from his elation at having finally caught the desired fish…but first, there was some work to do. Lady stirred, shifting forward so that her weight pushed onto the low-top suede boots she had worn, and she used his hand to lever herself up when he proffered it. She could count on him being armed too, without looking or asking, neither of them had gone anywhere unarmed since they were teenagers.

"I guess I can forgive it this time, my devil. Although, you might have to work if you want to sink a fish tonight."

There weren't any other patrons in the immediate area, but by his posture she could guess that there were some uninvited guests waiting just outside of her human sense ranges. You'd think they would have been more careful with who she'd chosen to tango with…but then, demons never were very smart, at least not the grunts like these…her devil was pretty smart, having shot the desk-clerk with a silenced Walther P99 immediately from his left hand, his right snaking down the top of her dress while she sided up against him, a minimized target, and yanking out the TP9 to drop it into her hand. Of course, he'd taken the golden opportunity to check out her chest, but well, that was fine considering why they were here. Lady smiled as she tapped a hole in the head of a rapidly de-morphing bellboy, licking her off-white teeth as she heard Dante abandoned the Walther for his traditional guns, tossing it over his shoulder at her feet. She kicked it up and began firing down two perpendicular hallways that had hellish staff pouring down them, backing up until she could feel a wall of solid and steely muscle against her spine. Well, that was ironic.

"So, what's your name?"

"I don't have a name!"

"Okay, so then, what should I call you?"

"I don't care; whatever you want!"

"Huh…whatever, Lady!"

And they were laughing, almost cackling with glee at being where they belonged, blasting hell-spawn back to their pits and standing back to back, the whole thing so easy it was like going fishing. Dante had definitely been the right choice, had been worth the good and bad times between the two of them, and Lady knew tonight's reward wouldn't be the last time either of them went fishing for the other's gifts. She almost felt like they had finally gotten a blessing, and she silently thanked Kalina Ann, Eva, and Sparda for bringing them home.