'You know, this is completely disrespectful' Jess muttered as she held the flashlight over the large hole that Dante was standing in.
Planting the tip of the shovel into the ground he leaned his arm over the handle and stared up at her.
'To who?' he questioned and motioned with his hand to the grave, 'he's dead'
Jess shot him a glare and pointed the flashlight towards the headstone, 'it says, rest in peace,' moving the flashlight back to the large hole she waved the beam across it, 'which part of you doing this indicates he's resting in peace?'
'Again Jess' Dante sighed and plucking the shovel from the ground he finished, 'he's dead, not napping'
Jess inched her way to her knees to take the pressure of her bruised ankle causing Dante to pause in his digging as he waited for her to settle.
'But what if the grave has a curse on it?' Jess whispered down to him.
Dante turned his head slowly and pinned her with an exasperated look.
'I mean, it happens all the time, right?' Jess continued her eyes wide, 'you get to the last clue of the puzzle and then, bam' Slapping her hands together Jess winced as pain soared across her fist. Shaking it out she flexed her fingers before steading the flashlight in her palm.
'Bam?' Dante queried before straightening and shaking his head.
'Yeah, bam' Jess continued and pointed towards the floor of the hole, 'the evil dead start to rise'
Dante glanced at the direction she was pointing before turning his head back to her and snorting, 'the evil dead?'
'You know like zombies' Jess whispered her eyes fixed steadily on his face.
Dante snorted with contempt and once again lifted the shovel only to force it harshly into the loose dirt.
'I'm not going to dignify that with an answer' he muttered under his breath while heaving the shovel upwards and throwing the soil over the edge of the open grave.
There was silence; the only sound lingering in the night air was the echo of his digging.
'Do they exist?' Jess whispered softly, her eyes trained on the metal head as it speared into the earth.
Dante's expression remained stoic as he once again turned his face towards her.
A blush gracious turned her creamy cheeks a light shade of pink within the backdrop of the light, her eyes dropping downwards at the seriousness of his face. Dante sighed softly as he leaned the handle of the shovel against the wall of the grave. Taking a step forward he placed a hand on her knee as he hooked his finger underneath her chin and lifted her face until she looked him in the eye.
'Do they scare you? He questioned, his eyes following the trail of her throat as she swallowed deeply.
'A little,' she admitted with a small uplift of her shoulders and gave a wan smile. Her features dropped into a worried expression as she continued to look at him, then with a nod she confirmed, 'okay, a lot'
Dante grinned, 'would it help if I told you they ride around on ponies and fart glitter?'
Jess bit down on her lower lip in an attempt to hide the smile that was growing on her face but as her lip slipped from under her blunt teeth a giggle spread up from her chest and escaped her mouth.
'That must make for some exciting target practise,' she laughed and bit once more on her lower lip. The action caused the unsymmetrical curve of her mouth to inch higher on one side, giving the impression that she was hiding an amusing secret to herself.
It drew his eyes to the corner of her mouth and as he moved his hand from her chin, he followed the curve with the pad of his thumb.
'I should be afraid' she whispered against his skin. The statement brought his eyes once more up to hers and as he caught the concerned expression flickering through her irises the smile faded from his mouth.
'But you're not?' he questioned and felt the softness of her mouth rub against his thumb as she shook her head.
'I know I should be,' she murmured, 'I should be afraid of the demons, I should be afraid of what they will do to me and-'pausing Jess sighed heavily, 'and I should be afraid that I will never find my way back'
'But you're not?' a small frown creased his forehead as he spoke.
'No, I can't bring myself to be' Jess admitted and dropping her gaze she stared into the depths of the open grave, 'I can't bring myself to want to go back anymore' swallowing hard Jess scrunched her eyes closed as the truth of her words echoed within her head.
The heat of his palm soared into her flesh as it glided across her jawline, it was a heat that caused her face to follow its path and bury itself into its depths.
'Then don't' His breath brushed the side of her face and as she opened her eyes she mirrored his small frown.
'Don't?' she queried softly and lifted her face from the cup of his palm.
'Don't' Dante confirmed his eyes pinning her with a determined glint, 'I kill the son of bitches and then you just don't leave.' Curling his fingers around the small lobe of her ear he glided it downwards until her hair slipped through their tips before leaning towards her ever so slightly, 'you stay here. With me'
Jess smiled, her breath coming out upon a small laugh of relief at his words as she quickly closed the gap between them and crushed her lips to his harshly. He didn't move against her the sudden movement catching him off guard and as she moved away from him he breathed out a shuddering breath.
'Okay' she whispered as she gave a soft nod of her head.
That one word caused a smile to spread over his mouth as a strange euphoria overcame him. It was almost as if he was readying himself for the fight of his life as the blood pumped savagely around his body. It felt as his demonic blood buzzed just beneath the surface sending an excitement coursing through him and as he watched desire flash within the emerald hue of her eyes he almost lost himself to it.
The one thing he didn't try to control was the need to feel her mouth again. Using the hand that played with the strands of her hair he cupped the back of her head and brought her to him. There was no reluctance against the motion as he took her mouth and as the tingling sweetness of her plush lips gave way under the firmness of his kiss he inhaled deeply through his nose. The scent of wild berries soaked into his nostrils, clinging to him as if he actually stood within the very bushes themselves. It was a desire that clawed itself upwards from his very being that caused him to wrap his arm around her waist and draw her closer to the point where she had to clutch fiercely at his shoulders to stop from falling.
It felt as if she kissed the sun. It felt as if her lips blistered with the intensity of his heat but she didn't care. She would gladly kiss the sun's fiery surface and still not feel the same boiling warmth that his lips cast over her. It pooled through her veins like molten lava until it curled and bubbled at the apex of her thighs as his mouth moulded and worked her lips like they were made just for him to kiss them. She felt the power flowing underneath his skin as he drew her further into his body, the grip of her hands over his shoulder easing as she let go and wrapped them around his neck.
He eased the force of his kiss and gently stroking the lining of her lips with the tip of his tongue he moaned as she parted them easily. The moan turned to a deep groan that echoed up from the depths of his chest as she drew him into her mouth. The sweet heat of her tongue dancing in time with his own caused the constant buzzing under his skin to intensify. Power started to leap from his body in swirling ringlets around his flesh threatening to unleash itself against the burning desire that she provoked within him, but he didn't care, couldn't care at that moment as the urge for her became too strong to fight against.
He took a step back, pulling her from the edge of grave so that her body had no choice but to wrap itself around him. It was so natural that her body took over and as her legs tucked themselves against his hips to ground herself against him she shuddered with the force of the fuelled up wanting inside her. He was solid against her. Muscles bunching into the softer tone of her flesh as he hoisted her against his body, his mouth moved with a passionate pace, his tongue snaking itself around her own. Each movement ripped through her being as the continuing build of heat almost burned her from the inside out.
There was a wooden groan and caught up in the moment Jess didn't know if it had come from her own lips or his as it echoed loudly around the silent cemetery. It was followed by a crack that caused Dante to lurch to one side. He didn't break the kiss, but lessened it until only their lips brushed across each other. He dropped his head against her forehead, his panting breaths bouncing off her lips as he closed his eyes to savour the feel of her pressed against him.
'Jess' his voice came out on a breathless whisper.
'Yes?' her voice was husky with desire that her bubbling veins still pumped through her.
'Jess' he whispered again as smile curving up the side of his mouth, 'my foot's in the dead guy'