A/N: I know that the last chapter was a bit late and I…. Really don't have any excuses other than being lazy, which believe it or not, I am from time to time ;p Anyway, it's late, I should be going to bed, but I'm waiting on laundry to finish in the dryer and decided that I should get ahead on things for the week so here we are, typing away… I'll get started now instead of rambling…

Disclaimer: Shocker… I know, but I still don't own devil may cry.

Icy Blue

Amelia couldn't help the squeak that escaped her lips as Vergil leaned down and kissed her suddenly, or the way she leaned back into the kiss, her lips following his, her tongue slipping out and licking along his lower lip… He reciprocated the motion and then slipped his tongue into her mouth, the two sliding against one another in a slick dance. Amelia could still taste the tea that Peter had given them on Vergil's tongue, along with the vanilla of the pastry that her brother had all but forced on the half devil, it was a nice surprise in addition to the usual taste of him that she had come to expect. She let out a sigh through her nose as he slid a hand around her waist down to her bottom, gripping lightly and squeezing just a bit. She pulled away then, looking into his eyes that currently shown with both lust and mischief. Vergil smiled

"Should I get a fire going? It is rather cold in here…" He said, as though they hadn't just been making out in a very steamy manner. She grinned back.

"Only if we can keep going in front of the warm flames." She said, leaning back, placing her hand on his shoulders. She loved it when his eyes would flash and he virtually disappeared from her arms as he leaned into his demonic abilities to be able to do one of the most mundane of tasks quicker so that he might come back to her sooner. It made her giggle. He was back quickly, his chest only moving slightly quicker from the effort, he proffered an arm, like a true gentleman, and led her to the area in front of the fire that was still trying to catch on the smaller pieces of wood. She had no doubt that it would, Vergil had told her about many a night in the demonic realm where he had to fend for himself and it was only the warmth of a fire that cooked his food or kept him warm. He was no stranger to lighting them, though cleaning out the hearth was a completely different story… She smiled coyly and pulled her hood off, toeing off her shoes as she walked forward. Before she knelt down to join him she pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her only in her plain skirt and bra. The brunette loved the way his eyes flashed as he followed the lines of her form down her body, the first time they had done this she'd felt embarrassed, but now… Now she only felt powerful, like she was the one that was in charge. He stayed put until she joined him on the small nest of blankets that he had spread out on the floor but once her knees met the soft cushioning he leaned forward, hand cupping the back of her head as he pulled her toward him for a crushing kiss. He was forceful, but not demanding as he kissed her, full of passion and yet tender in how he treated her. As though she were made of glass and would break at the slightest provocation but valuable and desirable beyond belief. This wasn't something that she was used to receiving but at the same time she could say that she felt the same way about him. That he was at the same time powerful and tender, breakable yet an object of affection… She kissed him back just as passionately, pushing forward until he was the one forced to lean back as she straddled his lap, her skirt pushed up around her waist to allow her knees to spread.

Vergil's eyes rolled back in his head as Amelia rocked her hips against his, relieving some of the pressure in his groin with the contact. Gods did that feel good… He let a small groan escape him and was rewarded with another roll of her hips. He still wasn't used to how good this felt, physically, sure he'd been approached in the demon world, but his human side didn't want to engage in the act without the emotional contact that came with it so he'd always turned them down. But this… This was something else… Amelia was the woman he loved, the woman that he would risk his life for, over and over again, the woman who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with… Something about that made all of this mean so much more, made it that much better… He felt a light tugging at his shirt and he sat straight up again, making sure that Amelia wasn't going to throw herself off balance in the process, and then shed both his hood and his shirt in one smooth movement before leaning forward to kiss her once more. He felt her hands at his belt, fumbling with the buckle before undoing it and yanking at his pants and underpants in one fell swoop. He chuckled and now that there was no risk of ruining any clothing that he might be wearing he allowed his demonic energy to flare. Scales prickled along his skin, his tail flicked behind him… He'd been surprisingly relieved to hear that it didn't bother Amelia to see him in a demonic form, in fact it delighted her to see him in such a comfortable place with himself. So when he was with her he tried to put aside any pretenses and would let himself be what he was, neither human nor demon, but a mixture of the two.

A/N: Okay sorry this didn't get to the juicy stuff, I get really wordy when I'm drinking and I've been drinking so… Yeah.

Till next time,

-Winged Element