"You look really hot in my clothes, babe."
Lady just growled under her breath, and hitched the too big pants up as they were threatening to slip down the slender curves of her hips.
"I'm just wearing them until we can get some clothes from my place, don't go getting any funny ideas."
Dante just shrugged, she couldn't take a compliment, fine. But he was telling the truth, the black jeans and vibrant red t-shirt were completely out-sized on Lady and hinted at the gorgeous, elfin figure underneath. Dante had tried to get her to wear his black leather pants and red vest, but she had (forcefully) declined.
"I refuse to look like some down on her luck hooker, who dresses to match her pimp." She had said, indicating his similar outfit.
"Babe, I wouldn't pimp you out to any guy even if I could, I'd want you all to myself." His reply had been.
Lady's skin had taken on the hue of a beetroot.
So, after several verbal fights and an attempted murder of a certain red coated devil, the pair finally set off. Walking along the pavement in the direction of the bar and strip joint (which Lady wrinkled her nose at in disgust) Dante remarked at how much time had passed since he had first met Lady. The space in which Temen Ni Gru had once towered above the ground like the thumb of some dark god was now an abandoned construction site; the work had been suspended after a few of the builders had claimed to have gotten "creepy vibes" from the place.
And just like the site, Lady had too; she was no longer the cold and spiteful warrior Dante had first met and been shot at by… One too many times. Then again, she still did that on certain occasions. But still there was something different now…
She smiled at him now. Dante, a demon, technically one of the guys she hated so much. He stole a glance at the young woman who trailed along next to him.
Her hair fell softly onto her face, and her mismatched eyes were focused down onto her feet. Her face was a mask of concentration as she tried hard not to trip over in the borrowed pair of boots she wore.
Dante's eyes slid to her lips and he was reminded of the moment after their battle in the library, when he had leaned in to claim those lips with his own…
Lady had uttered a sound of disapproval and turned away. Dante had in turn stopped and felt foolish, how the hell could beating her change her opinion of him? He'd brushed it off at the time, but how stupid he had felt.
He sighed, but couldn't quite seem to draw his eyes away from her lips…
They were the soft pink of new rosebuds, and all he wanted to do was press her against the wall of the building they passed and…
Dante walked into a pole.
"Ow! God DAMN it!" He yelped, rubbing his head even as the pain faded. The shock had certainly been enough.
"You okay?" Lady asked, bemused.
Dante nodded "Fine." He growled, pissed off at his lack of concentration.
"What were you looking at?" She inquired.
Dante kept walking "Nothing… Nothing I'm getting in this lifetime." He muttered.
Yes, I know its short, but so are all the other chapters, so do me a favour; don't complain about the length of the chapters (or lack of length, thereof) and start complaining about the content.