Notes :
First fic in english (not my main language) so if you find any mistakes, tell me.
Warnings : NSFW with non explicit content but well spicy stuff...
OK last warning but just because it get really spicy between them, I mean, I didn't intent to write that scene but it came so naturally... Not too detailed, I'm not at ease with NSFW stuff but I hope you'll enjoy it ^^
Summary : Two months have passed since they left Fortuna, back to Devil May Cry, sharing relaxing moments around a cup of tea, reading a book or simply in the arms of each other when they're not on a mission, being together all the time, sleeping in a warm and cosy bed in their new room...
(Lilith's POV)
Two months had passed since they left Fortuna to go back to Devil May Cry. Lilith still missed the sound of the ocean sometimes, the cries of the kids playing with Nero or Nico early in the morning, Kyrie's food... But she still had V. They had their own room, not his old, not her old one either, Dante knew she would stare at the door or act differently in front of her old room so he let them stay with Nero a bit longer to end the huge 'renovation' work.
The shop looked the same from the outside and the lobby was still messy sometimes but he was trying hard to not make it look like a dump. No more pizza box lingering around, no more random papers spreaded on the floor, a cleaner place for both of them to work and stay. The rooms were still upstairs but 'brand new' and a bit more spacious.
Lilith's old room had been an unused office in the end of the hall, big enough for a small bed to fit in with a small desk and wardrobe but nothing else, she had been lucky to be able to display her easel and screen thought most of the time they were against a wall. V's previous room was maybe as big as Dante's or at least, a real sized bedroom from what she had heard, more spacious than her old one and more like the one they owned now.
Both the poet and the sorceress shared the room at the beginning of the hall, next to the guest's small room and Dante had his own in the end. Had he decide to give them his old room and break one wall to make his chamber as big as he needed, the sorceress didn't know but she was grateful for that, there was no more indications of the previous events anymore, no more dark marks left on the walls or the doors, no more blood, no more shattered stones...
She had learn about the familiar's reaction toward her protective stones and decided to not put them back. It was her grandmother's thing after all, even if she believed in their power and knew how it worked, Lilith rather liked to keep one ot two small stone that she really loved or needed in a box hidden in a drawer of her own desk. Their room was big enough for them to have each one a desk, not a big one but enough place to make research when needed. Their bed was near the window, just like the sorceress loved it and big and comfy.
The bedroom comported a big wardrobe for both of them and a lot of bookcases. The little witch still couldn't believe the huge number of books contained in the room, her poet was really a bookworm even if a part of the collection was hers too now. Morisson had found many of her hidden spot where she had hid a lot of books and boxes from her past, mostly witchcraft informations or demonic researches that collided with the one from her lover but also a few old sketchbooks and photo album of her family. She had a small bookcase for that, closed most of the time and only partially full but still...
Her own grimoire was closed on her desk, next the two other ones from her granny and Amaranth, the first sorceress. Lilith had began to write her own book of spell and knowledge after reading the one from the first sorceress. It had contained so many things that the little witch wanted to keep it with her all the time, reading it again and again till Griffon or Dante said something about it.
She had no real idea why the older sorceress had merged her soul with the dark bird, the only reason coming to her mind was to save him in case Lilith didn't made it. The birds could have survived her death or at least Lekha, Nuiid's state was uncertain as he was still in his stalemate when it all happened... Maybe the older sorceress couldn't bear the idea of losing the only part of the man she loved once again and chose to sacrifice herself...
I could do that for him, I could break myself for V. The only downside is that it will break him too...
V's breath fanned over her crown as she laid down on her side, slowly waking up, cuddled in his arms, her back against his chest, skin on skin, thinking about everything that had happened during those two months.
They were rarely apart from each other more than a few hours, always in sight, not too far away, just in case... During their missions, V was always close, keeping her in his arms as he summoned Nightmare, making sure she was by his side when the battle was on, sending Griffon or Shadow toward her if she happened to be too far away, calling her name immediately if she was to be out of sight...
They had talked about that, about the dark spell, the possibility that she might have never came back even if it ended up well in the end. They needed it. Both needed to let it go, to let the angst and sorrow out, to clear their mind about that terrible possibility, to reassure each other... It had reinforced their relationship, not only as battle partners but in other moments. The sorceress knew she could fully trust him and he knew the same.
She still didn't feel anything about her father's death, as if the thing that died that day wasn't her kin. Lady had talk about it with her during an entire day, speaking about her story, her own father, how it ended and how she was glad that the little witch was feeling differently than her.
V stirred against her back, bringing her back to reality, his arms tightening his grip around her waist slightly, leisurely brushing his long legs on hers. It felt so good, warm and cosy, she sighed, she wouldn't have ever imagine being this close to someone before, not with her past, not with her 'issues'. But the poet had change everything, her whole life had a meaning now, the sorceress had a reason to wake up every morning, to smile, to laugh, to breathe, to live.
He was everything. She would never give him any child, as this wasn't possible for her since her father stabbed her, but he was still there, he had comfort her, helped her to accept her body somehow - she still had trouble with the scar on her stomach and was constantly hiding it - and proved her almost every night how much she meant to him.
"Is there something bothering you, my sparrow ?" His sleepy voice softly reached her ears, pulling her away from her thoughts, "Your heart is beating quite fast... Hum... Maybe our night is still on your mind."
The sorceress felt his hands slide along her body to her breasts, gently teasing the skin without much pression, keeping the slight touches as light as possible while his lips moved toward her neck and shoulder and heat gathered on her face at his words, bringing the night activities back on her mind.
Thankfully, they had been alone all night as Dante was out on a mission, so they didn't really bothered to stay quiet. Not that it was really possible with him anyway, the poet had learned pretty quickly her body and how to push her button to not make her quiet at all... Thought this time had been a bit rougher than usual, the little witch wanted to make him pay for all the teasing and to make him lose his composure, teasing him instead and highly succeeding even if the result was... spicy.
"Even out of your body, they can still heal you..." He sounded disappointed, probably searching his little marks left during the night on her skin, "You'll have to tell them to leave those little marks next time..."
She didn't replied, to busy fighting a moan from fleeing from her as the poet nibbled onto the skin of her neck, leaving a fresh mark with that smirk on his lips. He repeated his ministrations all over her neck and shoulders, his hands kneading her chest and turning her into a squirming mess.
"V !" She breathed, "W-what i-if... S-someone... h-hear us..."
She hated how fast she reacted to his touch, how her body was already melting into his hands, carving for more, heart hammering in her ribcage, tights pressing together in a faint attempt to ease the throbbing in her core. The dark haired man was collected behind her, leisurely kissing her, taking his time to praise her and caress every inch of skin, only his lower body and his racing heart were betraying the effect this was having on him.
"We are all alone, my love." He whispered to her ear, voice smooth and sultry, "Not to mention your brilliant spell on our room's walls."
Lilith had found that spell in the grimoire of the older sorceress, a simple silent screen that didn't allowed any sound to come out from the inside. Nothing could be heard from outside of their room as long as the door was closed, same for the windows.
"I have to admit, my sweet sorceress, that charm you casted here is a real curiosity, it glow everytime we speak or make a slight noise but during this night..." He applied himself on making marks along her shoulder blades now, "I'd like to see it shine again... Let me hear you, my sweet."
Faint glowing inscriptions were showing up with every moan escaping her or every words spoken, on the wall near the ceiling, written in an old language only Lilith could read. She tried to move her hips and make him gasps but find herself incapable of doing it, caged by his body as she registered being flipped on her back, hands pinned over her head by one of his own while the other grabbed her chin to angle her face, letting him kiss her how he wanted.
"Do not move your hands." His tone was husky, full of desire and the look in his eyes send shivers down her spine, ready to devour her.
The moment the sorceress felt him grab her tights to put them around his waist, she sensed him freeze, body tense and trembling, a groan escaping his lips as he fell down on her.
"V ! Are you alright ?!" She cupped his head, scanning his face and reading the huge discomfort on it mixed with pain, "You're hurt ?! Tell me !"
"I-I'm fine, Sparrow..." He grinned again, reluctantly laying back down on the bed and letting go of her, "The night was a bit too rough maybe... I probably made a wrong move, nothing more."
The summoner was trying to hide his pain behind his usual smile thought she could easily read it in his eyes, in his muscles tensing as he slightly adjusted his position, grimacing in the process.
"I'll get you something, I think I have one healing potion left somewhere, it will help you feel better within a minutes !" She began to raise from de bed when he stopped her, shaking his head, bringing her back close to him as much as he could.
"Keep it for a real problem. This is nothing, I'll be alright in a hour."
The sorceress tried to object but her poet simply smiled and grabbed her neck to make her lean forward and kiss him, she heard him breathing heavily through his nose as he tried to brush his other hand on her, only to let it fall on his chest with a painful sigh.
'Don't ask with Shakespeare, Toots, just act.'
That mouthy bird could be wise when he wasn't making fun of them. She let go of him, gently, caressing his cheeks and kissing his forehead, to stand up and search for her small bag where were hidden her latest potions, wrapping her body in her discarded black and purple robe just in case someone - mainly Dante - would enter the room without knocking.
She was glad to have that one back, she liked it, the silky fabric of the long robe warming up her whole body, hiding her slightly behind the semi transparent fabric. Reaching the small bag and searching for the little bottle of red liquid inside, her hand closed around a jar of healing balm and an old memory of one of her travels with her grandmother flashed through her mind.
Maybe... Well, if it's not working, I'll use the potion later.
Back to the bed, Lilith find him still laying on his back, eyes glued on her, burning her, detailing her like the first time, to anyone else, the poet would have looked alright but not her, the little witch could see the slight tremble of his muscles, the dull pain hidden behind that smile, in those jade eyes.
"Show me your back, please." She waited for him to move but he didn't do anything, his hands reaching for the fabric covering her form, slowly loosening the only ribbon that kept it close.
"V... Don't force me to do it myself..." A sparkle flashed into his green eyes, mischief clearly written on his face as he chuckled.
"I would like to see that, my sparrow." The worry in her heart won against the smile that was triggered by his defiant tone, this man was impossible.
The sorceress sighed and placed her hands on him, ready to move him on his stomach herself but letting him one last chance to do it himself. "You took care of me, let me do the same. I know you're hurt, there's no point in hiding it with me. It makes me even more worry."
The summoner sighed, nodded and slowly changed his position, grimacing in the process and showing her how painful it was for him. That was probably that part he had tried to hide, his pain, to not make her too worry, but in the end, it made it worse.
Lilith opened the small jar containing the balm, letting the scent flow in the room, taking a small amount of it in her hand and rubbing them together before applying them on his back as she carefully put her weight on his legs. The muscles under her palms tensed then relaxed as she moved her hand all over his skin, massaging every part of his back that could hurt, from his neck to his lower back. She knew this was mainly his weak point, leaning on his cane as he was tired, fighting all day during certains missions, his damn habit of badly positioning himself most of the time while sitting... At least she knew how to ease his soreness.
"Where have you learn this ?" V hummed, sounding relaxed, thought his breath hitched each time her hands approached his neck, "Your hands do... magic, if you allow me to say so..."
She chuckled, not stopping her work and giving him tender kisses here and there, "I traveled with Granny a lot. I learned this in an old temple, with a young healer that showed me how to ease some minor pains by using balms and massages. Does it still hurt ?"
The young witch saw him shake his head slightly, closing his eyes as she finished her work, helping him to rest on his back again as she sat next to him. He didn't wince once, which was good, was it her doing or the balm itself, the poet seemed to already feel better.
"A young healer ?" The tone of his voice sounded so suspicious it made her smile. "Were the kisses included in the lessons ?"
A malicious smile flashed on her lips, hearing him like that was thrilling, "I remember feeling it on my skin... It was a pretty boy, he had seemed interested in me... Wait, are you jealous ?"
The summoner didn't answered but his eyes were saying a big 'yes', scanning her face, searching for any trace of lies.
"I'm joking, it was a girl." She fought a giggle as he sighed in relief, "But she was really interested thought... Don't look at me like that, she really told me that she... Would have liked to... Well... You know..."
Lilith liked how his eyes widened in surprise, the tiny doubt still present in it, even if the blush on her cheeks told him she was speaking the truth. It had happened long time ago now, when her grandmother and her were trying to escape her father once more, a few months before she decided to separated from her bird.
They had found the old temple and stayed there a few days, recovering from the terrible and exhausting walk through the icy mountains. Lilith had met a young girl with beautiful short black hairs, blind but so gentle and quite impressive. Her lack of sight was balanced by her other senses and she had been able to tell exactly what was going on with the little witch by simply talking and staying in the same place for one day. She had taught her a lot of things about healing balms, massages and really simple concoctions that could be useful to the sorceress, helping her easing the pain of her scar on her belly and giving her something the little witch missed.
A friend.
The healer had made it sound otherwise, of course, and Lilith didn't understood it at first, welcoming the light kisses on the cheeks, the hugs, the night in the same bed. It only hit her when the other girl put her lips on hers that she was actually meaning more than friendship.
"Did she stole your heart to play with it ?" His voice snapped her out of her thoughts, his eyes were burning her skin, curious and a bit worry as well, "Did she hurted you ?"
Lilith shook her head, the young healer never hurted her, she was too kind, even after being rejected she never changed her behaviour toward the sorceress, wishing her the best as they leaved the temple.
"She didn't." The sorceress smiled, thinking about her old friend made her nostalgic, "Not at all. I didn't understood the meaning of her words till... She kissed me... But it wasn't my thing I suppose..."
"Well, well, I didn't expected that from you, my sparrow." He took her hand to place a kiss on it, his signature smirk back on his face, "I'm glad she didn't stole you from me."
He is jealous about something that happened before we met... That's cute.
The little witch laid back on his side, careful to not hurt him even if the balm had removed the pain for now, feeling his arms wrapping around her and keeping her close, his lips on her forehead, legs brushing against the other's, the sheets back on their body to bring more comfort.
"I'm sorry..." She whispered after a long moment, "The pain in your back is certainly my fault..."
"Do not, my love." His hands slid along her side, pushing her even closer, "I did enjoyed it. Maybe next time, we should considering making it to the bed instead."
She had been the one to tease that time, fleeting touch here and there all day, light and chaste kisses as they were not alone till the evening, whispering sweets nothings and little praises in his ears, slowly building the pression till he couldn't do anything else but grab her waist and flush her against him as soon as the older hunter was gone, leading them to their room as fast possible, stumbling slightly in the stairs before deciding to rush her upstairs. They didn't made it to the bed, her body pushed against the door as soon as it closed, legs wrapped around his waist, hands clutching onto his shoulders, his lips lavishing her neck and shoulders, leaving lovebites as his hips grinned against hers.
"And the sounds you made..." His heart was beating stronger in his chest, his breath slow and deep, controlled, restrained, voice low and smooth, "So melodic... So entrancing... I loved hearing you moan like that my love."
Oh god ! My heart could stop when he says things like that.
Lilith felt him move but stopped him, the balm had eased the pain but moving now wasn't a good idea, he needed to stay still. Heat spread over her face again as she softly rose, pushing him onto the matress and positioned herself over him, legs spread on each side of him, her night robe still covering her shoulders, still wrapped around her body but the ribbon was almost undone. The poet didn't say a word, observing her as she glanced back at the markings left on his shoulders.
"I have to admit it was great, teasing you like that was worth it." She smiled widely as those simple words brought colors on his cheeks, "Hum... Maybe I should... Do something about this too..." She glanced at him for any indication, a finger gently rubbing the purple marks, earning no opposition.
She reached for the jar left on her bedside table. She hadn't done anything yet but to rest a slight part of her weight on him, feeling their skin brushing together, and he was already sighing, his body shivering under her, eyes closed and lips forming a thin smile.
How sensitive... That's so cute... Would it be bad if I played a little ?
She took another small amount of balm on her fingers and rubbed them together before applying them on his skin again, focussing on his shoulders and neck where her lovebites and nails's traces were visible. That simple contact send electricity through her form, waking up the butterflies in her stomach, making her bite her lips while the man underneath her clearly appreciated her gentle touch.
Her touch was still soft but not really chaste anymore, there was a meaning in her gesture as she slid her hands on his skin, leaving his neck and shoulders to his torso, playing with the tattoos on it, ghosting over them, using her fingertips or nails to slightly touch him, earning more and more sighs and shivers.
It has always intrigued her, his tattoos had always had a strange feeling under her skin, she could feel the demonic energy reverberating as she traced them. She didn't really knew if the familiars could feel her touch - she would never ask Griffon about it - but she could feel their power, not really an unpleasant feeling but quite strong, resonating with her own magic.
"Be careful, my little sparrow, playing with fire might burn your little wings..."
His tone was less low than usual, more needy and his hands grabbed her hips to press her against him, he visibly didn't need more stimulation to be turned on. The sorceress couldn't fight the moan that escaped her lips which didn't stayed unnoticed by the poet, his usual sly smile back on his lips, eyes detailing the sight offered to him.
"I do not fear the fire, my poet." She giggled, her face still burning, wiggling against him and hearing his breath hitched with hers, "I am the fire."
Being on top of him, hands caressing his skin, burned by his gaze had more effect on her than she anticipated it, the previous ministrations had already worked her up but his words, the memories of the night, seeing him almost at her mercy...
Almost at my mercy... Even like this he will make sure to keep the reigns.
His hands left her hips to undo the ribbon of her robe, opening the dark fabric to let his eyes wander on her skin, his hands on her back sliding up and down her spine, whispering gentle praises while he slowly, sneaky, moved his legs, ready to flush her against him and roll onto the bed.
"Don't think about it." She warned him, rubbing her hips a bit rougher to hear him gasp, the defiance in his eyes still there, "Rest on your back for now. I'll take care of you."
"So bold..." He mocked her, his fingers digging into her skin and making her groan, "As long as you grant my wish, I think I can let you have this one."
She leaned forward to kiss him, silencing him and raging at his smile against her lips, his hands moving on her breasts, tracing small patterns over the sensitive skin, playing with them as he guided her to have access to her neck, directing her movement to gain what he wanted without retrieving the fabric on her shoulders.
Grant my wish, grant my wish... He knows exactly how to not make me quiet...
She didn't really minded if he was the one in control, it was reassuring in a way, she was still unsure about all this, still not experimented enough to her taste, not learning as fast as him but why complaining when he was making her feel so good. His dominant side had a lot to do in this too, the defiance in his tone and voice whenever she tried to take the lead, the gentle and passionate battles between them to 'win' on the other. It played a role in their relation now, she wasn't as shy as before with him, still blushing and looking away but more honest with her feelings, more open to talk about her needs and wants.
Almost.
She was brought back to the room by the summoner's hands on her tights, firmly pressing them against his lower body, spreading them as much as he could, slowly thrusting against her, small sights escaping his lips whenever they were not on her skin. How could he make her feel so good with such tiny attentions, just his lips on her breasts, his hands on her tights while all she could do was to lean over him, weight resting on her arms and hips, eyes closed to amplify the sensation. This was already driving her crazy, moans leaving her mouth easily with shorter breath and they were not even doing anything yet.
"Sweet little sorceress, already giving me what I want and we haven't done anything yet. Let me hear you more, my sweet, no one can hear us here and the door is locked."
She felt his hands leave her tights as she began to move with him, sliding over her back, under the silky fabric of her robe and for a moment she thought of taking it off but he stopped her, shooking his head while continuing his ministration, tracing tiny patterns on her shoulder blades before moving on her front, down her breast to her lower body.
"You are beautiful, my love," His hands rested on her scar for a second, his gaze flickering between her face and the rest of her frame, "Seeing you like this makes me ache in the best way."
She opened her eyes to find him staring at her with adoration and desire, his hands cupping her face and inciting her to lean for another kiss before going any further.
The pace was slow, gentle, completely different from the previous night, his eyes never leaving her, praises leaving his lips as his hands guided her hips, keeping her from accelerating, letting the pressure build slowly till it was too much, till he gained what he wanted, till all she could do was to sing for him, to make the inscriptions on the wall shine again. Then the rhythm changed, less peaceful, more passionate till both reach their end and her body fell on his, trembling and panting.
They rested a long moment, in each other's arms, enjoying the warmth and calm of the morning, all alone, ready to fall back to sleep when the phone rang in the lobby. Lilith groaned and slowly rose from the poet's arms when the bell stopped, followed by a familiar voice and a familiar greeting, 'Devil May Cry'.
The poet's hands slid along her spine, sending a new wave of shivers through her body and making her frown and giggle at the same time as his lips were back on her neck, marking her again and again.
"V !" She straightened, letting her hairs fall on her body, - when did he untied them ? - "You're impossible !"
The sorceress saw him smile but he didn't answered, cut in his tracks by the older hunter's loud voice.
"Hey lovebirds ! Got a gig for ya ! It's not a big one so I leave it up to you two ! Better get it done fast or keep it for later !"
Her face burned as the embarrassment settled in her mind, glaring at the chuckling poet underneath her, she hid her face behind her hands, if she could hid somewhere in a very small and dark hole and let everyone forget about her right now, she would.
"Why hiding, my beautiful sparrow ?" His hands slowly reached for her, his devilish smile widening at the sight of her red cheeks, "It's too late to be embarrassed now. Let's get ready and end this mission."
Sitting on the bed, Lilith felt him nib slightly at her earlobe, "When we'll come back, it will be my turn to do magic with my hands on you, my love..."