A/N: I'm not really sure where this idea came from, I was just thinking one
day what Trish might really be like. Ya know, what she likes to do, what
she thinks, what her relationship with Dante is stuff like that. I was
thinking the same for Dante. What does he think of her? So this just my
idea of what their like! Review please and I hope you like!
Lithe
She was beautiful. Dante had come to terms with knowing that. Trish was beautiful and there was nothing he could do about that. It had been hard for him to face facts, to just live with it. He had a beautiful partner that he knew nothing about. She had been living and working with him for nearly a month now and still he didn't know a thing about her, except that she could neurotic when it came to neatness. She could be playful at times, teasing him and roughhousing with him, but besides that he didn't really know anything about the real Trish. She never had civilized conversations with him, or he with her. Both were usually quiet, save for the few wisecracks that both was known for. He wished he could know more about her, find out more about his beautiful partner.
Dante came through the front doors of Devil Never Cry with a bang, happy to be home again. It had been a rough night of fighting and he was about ready to fall over with exhaustion. Carefully, he took Alastor off his back and leaned it against the wall. In three giants steps he made it across the room and to his desk. He took his jacket off and laid it on the desk chair behind him. He unbuckled his gun holsters and put them, along with his prized Ebony and Ivory, into a drawer on the side of the desk. After quickly checking the front doors and locking them he started for the stairs. At the foot of the steps he could hear the beat of pulsating dance music coming from upstairs. He had almost forgotten that Trish stayed behind today to rest. She was probably playing music and reading a book in his, well, their room, but why did it have to be so loud? Exhaustedly he headed up the stairs. He was coming closer and closer to the rhythm emanating from the door of their room. When he opened the door he expected to find Trish snuggled on the bed reading, but was taken aback by what he saw. It was dark in the room, except for a single blue light coming from a plug in the wall. Trish hadn't noticed him when he opened the door so he stepped back to watch. Trish was in the middle of the room and she was.............. dancing. He could also see she was wearing one of his tee shirts, which was all the more interesting. He watched as she danced, so into the rhythm of the music, totally in her own world. She twisted and writhed to the pulse of the song, turning and spinning. She was lithe and beautiful and free of all her worries. Now he could see a side of her he did not often see. The next song began to play with a slower beat. He couldn't take his eyes off her when she lifted her hands above her head and slowly rotated her hips around with the music. It was too much for him to just watch. Quietly he left his position in the dark hallway and treaded towards her, still not drawing her attention. She put her arms down and focused on moving her feet a bit and then put them back up at her sides like a bird. That's when he made his move. He steadily came up behind her and twisted his arms around hers, grabbing her hands. He moved their arms together as one to their sides, moving with her to the music. He pressed into her back as close as he could and rested his chin in the crook of her neck after placing a kiss on her cheek. At a peek in the song he lifted her arms and spun her around to face him. They stopped moving and stared into each other's eyes. He leaned in and kissed her. So she likes to dance. He could handle that.
A/N: Sorry kinda short and fluffy but what can I say? It's cute!
Lithe
She was beautiful. Dante had come to terms with knowing that. Trish was beautiful and there was nothing he could do about that. It had been hard for him to face facts, to just live with it. He had a beautiful partner that he knew nothing about. She had been living and working with him for nearly a month now and still he didn't know a thing about her, except that she could neurotic when it came to neatness. She could be playful at times, teasing him and roughhousing with him, but besides that he didn't really know anything about the real Trish. She never had civilized conversations with him, or he with her. Both were usually quiet, save for the few wisecracks that both was known for. He wished he could know more about her, find out more about his beautiful partner.
Dante came through the front doors of Devil Never Cry with a bang, happy to be home again. It had been a rough night of fighting and he was about ready to fall over with exhaustion. Carefully, he took Alastor off his back and leaned it against the wall. In three giants steps he made it across the room and to his desk. He took his jacket off and laid it on the desk chair behind him. He unbuckled his gun holsters and put them, along with his prized Ebony and Ivory, into a drawer on the side of the desk. After quickly checking the front doors and locking them he started for the stairs. At the foot of the steps he could hear the beat of pulsating dance music coming from upstairs. He had almost forgotten that Trish stayed behind today to rest. She was probably playing music and reading a book in his, well, their room, but why did it have to be so loud? Exhaustedly he headed up the stairs. He was coming closer and closer to the rhythm emanating from the door of their room. When he opened the door he expected to find Trish snuggled on the bed reading, but was taken aback by what he saw. It was dark in the room, except for a single blue light coming from a plug in the wall. Trish hadn't noticed him when he opened the door so he stepped back to watch. Trish was in the middle of the room and she was.............. dancing. He could also see she was wearing one of his tee shirts, which was all the more interesting. He watched as she danced, so into the rhythm of the music, totally in her own world. She twisted and writhed to the pulse of the song, turning and spinning. She was lithe and beautiful and free of all her worries. Now he could see a side of her he did not often see. The next song began to play with a slower beat. He couldn't take his eyes off her when she lifted her hands above her head and slowly rotated her hips around with the music. It was too much for him to just watch. Quietly he left his position in the dark hallway and treaded towards her, still not drawing her attention. She put her arms down and focused on moving her feet a bit and then put them back up at her sides like a bird. That's when he made his move. He steadily came up behind her and twisted his arms around hers, grabbing her hands. He moved their arms together as one to their sides, moving with her to the music. He pressed into her back as close as he could and rested his chin in the crook of her neck after placing a kiss on her cheek. At a peek in the song he lifted her arms and spun her around to face him. They stopped moving and stared into each other's eyes. He leaned in and kissed her. So she likes to dance. He could handle that.
A/N: Sorry kinda short and fluffy but what can I say? It's cute!