A/N: Alright, I'm gonna get through this, it's not that I don't enjoy this but I enjoy writing with little other stimuli going on at the same time and a dog fucking crying itself to sleep and then waking up and repeating is way too much for this to be as enjoyable as it should be…

Disclaimer: still grumbling about too much noise

DMCSonsOfSparda: I'm sorry, I'm not a fan of Dragon Ball, you seem to have a very specific idea in mind, why don't you write it yourself? Also if you're just posting this on everyone's DMC fanfics, why?

Warmth

Amelia had gotten out of bed as Vergil had left to go take a shower as he usually did in the mornings. He was so rigid about certain things and it made the brunette smile, the muffins that she was making for breakfast rising slowly in the oven. She'd found blueberries frozen in her freezer and thought it was the perfect time to use them. Blueberry muffins were her favorite breakfast food but she tried not to treat herself to them too often. The young woman looked outside at the trees swaying in the wind and shivered, it was probably extremely cold outside… Once again she was glad that she didn't have to work. The walk there would've been brutal… She braved the cold for a brief moment in order to grab just a few logs from the shed and place them in the fireplace. It took her a few tries, just as it did every year when it came time to light the first fire but she had just gotten it to an acceptable level when Vergil reappeared, his hair and torso still damp. He yawned again and then paused, looking at her curiously.

"Isn't it a bit warm for a fire?" he asked and she blinked at him.

"No?"

"But there's not even any snow outside?" he said, pointing to the windows where the trees swayed bare and without leaves.

"We barely ever get snow on this island." she explained "It won't get much colder than this the whole winter." Vergil looked outside to the wind and the trees and then back to her and the fire she was warming her hands in front of and then again before laughing.

"You have no idea what winter is really like, do you?" he asked. a rare smile gracing his face.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Amelia pouted, turning her nose up to the sky, she would enjoy her fire by herself if she had to dammit! "I've seen snow!" she said, as though that counted. Vergil shook his head.

"How high was that snow?" he asked

"Like… up to here," she gestured about six inches above the ground and Vergil couldn't help but laugh again.

"That's not snow, I remember one time when I was very small that the snow reached above my head. My father took Dante and I and flew us out over the snow and up into the big tree in our yard, we just sat there until we were shaking and our lips turned blue, looking at the world transformed into a bright white playground. My mom was so mad when he brought us back in but we had hot chocolate and peppermints…" he trailed off, looking wistful. Amelia smiled and patted the hearth next to her.

"Well why don't you keep me company anyway, it's still cold, even if it's not the crazy snowy apocalypse that you're describing." he shook himself out of his memories and settled down next to her on the rug, leaning into her a bit, his skin warm and Amelia found herself blushing when she found herself leaning against his bare chest for the second time in a few hours. It was nice… there was a tingling that ran over his skin and she startled when something warm wrapped around her shoulders. She looked back to see one of the half devil's wings wrapping her close. Looking up she saw peace on his face again. It was such a nice change to see… when she'd taken him in he'd been so angry, so full of hurt… but now… now many of the hard lines had smoothed into peace and warmth. His nose crinkled and he inhaled again, sniffing the air.

"Blueberry muffins?" he asked, and she nodded, leaning back on one hand, nearly tipping them both over while trying to get a good look at her timer.

"I think they're almost done." she said, grunting as she got to her feet and checking the oven. Yup, definitely good to come out. Moments later she sat next to him again, a plate of steaming baked goods between them.

They enjoyed their muffins and tea and just sat in peace next to the fire, occasionally tossing in another log until the sun was high in the sky. Amelia was sure that she was about to fall asleep when Vergil spoke up.

"What is this?" he asked, putting a hand to his chest. The brunette looked at him, concerned, was he in pain? "This warmth. I think I know but I'm afraid to speak the words aloud…" he looked at her "My master would call it weakness, as would many devils… I know what Madeline would call it, and I know what my mother would call it." he paused for a breath, staring into her eyes. Amelia found that she was frozen, though why she couldn't say. "I know what my father would call it." he said quietly. They were both silent for a moment before he reached out and cupped her face.

"How… how did you worm your way into my heart…?" he whispered. Amelia thought the world slipped out from underneath her in that moment. She'd been wondering the same thing for a while now.

"I could ask you the same." she said softly, leaning into his touch and cupping his hand with her own. She felt his lips ghost over her own and smiled before kissing him back. He pulled back and she found herself staring into his icy eyes again.

"I love you." she breathed, scarcely believing her own courage.

"I love you too."

A/N: Awwwwwww…..

Till next time,

-Winged Element