Disclaimer: I do not own any character but Rizua. The plotline is also not mine, only where I edit Rizua into the mix or go off original storyline which will happen many times. Enjoy.

The embarrassing event that had occurred not six days before still captured Rizua's thoughts frequently. What more, Dante left that morning and had not returned. She hadn't even seen Morrison around. Patty came around now and then, but otherwise school kept her away.

The shop was impossibly clean since he had been gone. She would know since clean had to have gone over her work restlessly throughout the day.

Needless to say she was going rather insane.

Dante getting excited that one night, almost dying the next. Still, he was alive, but not freaking there! She hated the silence, the television and the jukebox helped her very little.

At first going outside was the better option to sitting around this place, but found quickly that even in public she felt lonely. Minus the scenery she was back in the demon world again. There was always a voice somewhere, but it was never talking to you.

She had a great deal of time to think though, that was a plus. It had been some time since she came here, and she humored over at first thinking this place as a dump. Now... it held a sense of home for her.

Home...

A completely empty and silent one! What she wouldn't give for Patty's complaining, Morrison's advice, and even Dante's crude remarks toward her.

The most aggravating thing about the situation was that she couldn't even be mad at Dante. She might want to strangle him at times, but as far as staying angry at him. She doubted anyone that really knew him could stay angry for long.

Her fingers traced over the letter he had left her, it made her a little more at ease .

'On a mission, be back whenever.

Dante,

P.S. You look gorgeous when you drool on your pillow'

Damnation, she didn't drool! Still, hopefully he wasn't upset about what happened. Thinking now, she rather liked the reaction. Seeing as she had this ridiculous crush on him, she didn't know why she hadn't thrown caution to the wind and attacked him.

Wasn't her style, she may be bold any other day, but intimacy threw her off balance. Was it possible to be outgoing in one sense then shy in another? How would she even approach something like that? They slept in the same bed, alright that was a start. They pretty much cuddled every night now.

What was wrong with that picture, anybody?

Maybe if she had sex with him her feelings would go away. Nevermind, as appealing as he might think it for her to use him, her heart wasn't into it. Then again she could be lying again.

Gah! She was thinking to far into this! Rizua sighed and slumped further into the couch.

tap...

Did she hear footsteps? Wow she had really fallen over the edge.

tap...

She's going to attach bells to his damn boots in the near future.

tap...

That was it she was going to bed.

creak...

Rizua turned to the door, mouth dropped slightly. Dante stood half way through the door, just looking back at her. If she was seeing things she was getting help. "Dante?" She whispered, her body sitting erect from her place on the couch.

Instead of replying he came in and locked the door behind him, dropping the guitar case that held his weapons right there carelessly. "Dante..." This time I was getting a little desperate for him to say something, but he didn't even move any farther into the room. The distance between them almost seemed... dangerous.

Move.. don't move, either way someone had to do something eventually. She just hadn't thought it would be her.

Rizua ran to him, breaking the moment of stillness for her, and for him too. He caught her mid-embrace, walking only a step of two, and she found herself suddenly horizontal on the pool table. Her disturbance made some of the balls roll away.

The impact left her breathless, her legs still wrapped around his waist from when she had boldly jump on him. As though to say he wasn't suddenly bold himself, but he had frozen again, as if every action he had just made became a little clearer to him.

This time she wasn't going to live for another second in the silence that persisted against her sanity this week. She ran a hand up his muscled stomach, tracing every line she could reach from her position. "Dante please, say something, anything." It came out in a whisper, but he heard it.

"I want you."

She felt an incredible about of heat wash over her, like she was momentarily embarrassed at his words, but it was too strong and vast to compare to a mere blush. He leaned over and crashed his lips against hers. She responded vigorously, feeling his hands rome her body without restraint.

"Tell me to stop." Dante managed out, breaking from her kiss. His heated gaze did nothing but make her sure of her actions, "Hell no." She said, then she magically lost her top, exposing her bra and most upper body. It took her a moment to realized he had just torn it off.

"Now?" His voice was strained slightly, but she could tell he was trying to scare her, find some reason to find sense in himself. "I don't feel like it." I grinned, oh my I misplaced my shorts just then, rather they lay in tatters on the ground now. "I'll ask one more time." This time Rizua pushed herself up into a sitting position. Dante took this as a back off motion, but her legs steeled around him. She slipped her hands under that annoying coat, pushing it over his shoulders and off his body.

"Tell me to stop." She mimicked him. Dante stared at her for a second, then a daring smirk stretched across that handsome face of his. "Hell no." With that she took his vest and shirt off in one fluid, almost graceful, movement. Her eyes trailed his perfect chest, this wasn't the first time she had seen him shirtless, but the first to touch.

Her hand slid down his stomach again, but reached lower to his waistline. She leaned to where her lips almost touched his, almost. "Now?" She continued, gripping the buckle of his belt determinedly. "I don't feel like it." He repeated, his voice lowering to that husky baritone that instantly made her alert of everything he said.

The belt and pants gave little resistance to her strength, he only helped her by sliding out of his boots along with the pants that closely followed. When he discarded it, he pressed himself against her, stealing her in another kiss. When they broke apart he moved his face close to her ear and whispered, "Aren't you supposed to ask one last time?" She felt him smirk, and gasped as the bra was ripped from her then.

Her breasts bounced freely from the restraint, instantly assaulted by his leaned over enough to take one of her rosy pebbles into his mouth, licking and suckling the tense flesh, switching from one peak to the other while she moaned and writhed under him.

She squeaked a protest as his mouth left her nipples, but was silenced by his mouth on hers. The ground was covered in her torn clothes, he rather liked the new look. She would probably slap him if she told him. All he could really think of was making this girl underneath him all his.

She had to know what she had been doing to him. Even when she wore those damn pants, once being his he felt a sense of possessiveness. On top of that, the mission he had been away on hadn't kept his mind busy. He thought about her, they insulted each other, pranked each other... but they also slept together and loved pizza all the same.

If anything it was his kind of fighting, and he realized there was one last thin piece of cloth that needed to join it's torn brethren. He did just the reuniting, tearing her panties right off, the cloth gave no resistance.

He raised himself, stand straight for a moment to admire her. Damn, besides her eyebrows and hair she was completely hairless. He couldn't even get a laugh out of calling her a fire crotch. He should have expected it, most demons in human form had a lot of strange perks to their looks.

He ran a finger across the drenched folds between her legs, getting a pleasant gasp from Rizua. She tried to close her legs then, probably from embaressment, if she got any redder her face would match her hair. "Hey hey, who said you could hide?" He said, pulling her legs apart with little effort. She was shivering a little, but she was far from cold. She was also a little impatient. She reached down to the cloth that still hid him from her, it was unfair that she was naked and he was not.

Catching the hint, he removed the last piece of clothing he had been wearing and stepped closer to Rizua, giving her a minute to see. She blinked, letting her eyes roam lower between his legs. Dante suddenly got a full view of every inch of her green eyes, "I wanted to have sex, not be impaled by a horse demon." He voice held a note of fear, but she pushed it away, tired of waiting she wiggled her hips. She was in no mood to play.

Dante could have laughed at her eagerness, but gave her what she wanted, perhaps he wanted it more than she. He pressed his head to her heat, pausing a moment to watch her face, before shoving himself all the way in.

Rizua screamed.

"Ok ow ow ow that wasn't supposed to hurt, shit." She hissed breathlessly, her legs holding Dante in place, which was all the way inside of her, but the purpose of making him not move at all. Dante leaned over and kissed the skin just above her left breast, on one of the scars inflicted from the mermaid demon.

"Did you forget your in a human's body essentially? You might only be in the human form, but I promise you all the natural anatomy applies. Your a virgin." He trailed around the same breast, giving each of the five scars attention. Her nipples couldn't have gotten any harder. The flesh around it was sensitive, almost ticklish, but it felt good.

"How do humans reproduce then?" She looked at him in disbelief. He almost considered ignoring her, having so much fun with her breast, but looked up at her. She tried to ignore the lust in his eyes, but it was kind of the only thing she ould see at the moment.

"Are you still hurting?" He questioned, raisin a lazy eyebrow.

"Well of cour..." She stopped, realizing the pain had mostly gone away by then. She experimented by letting go of his waist with her legs. He pulled back slightly, but the movement didn't hurt. She just felt impossibly full. "Oh... " She said thoughtfully, but repeated the word in a different pitch as he took her right nipple in his mouth, his tongue teasing the bead mercilessly. "Ready for me then are we?" He didn't need and answer though. With his lips still attached to her breast, he braced his hands against her waist and pulled out slightly.

Talk about deflated, it was how she felt as he left her, kind of empty.

She didn't need to wait long though, he thrust himself back into her with moderate force. This time the sensation didn't hurt at all, she actually liked it. He repeated the same motion, becoming a little faster each time. Rizua found herself raising herself slightly to meet his hips. Their breathing became labored, and Rizua momentarily smiled to herself. A little breathless there Dante? She wanted to say it, but all she could manage was a moan.

She felt something build inside her, reminding her of when she had been on that ship, looking over the swelling sea. Dante curved an arm around her waist so that it settle just in the small of her back. His mouth left her beast and trailed up her neckline until he was out her mouth again. Her scream was muffled into his kiss as she orgasmed. Her muscles contracted, quickly bringing him with her.

The next few moments were spent gathering their breath, but it was far from silent. Although no words were said, Rizua wasn't lonely any longer.

"Oh Dante." She whispered, burying her face in the crook of his neck. He picked her up gently, like maybe she might break in his arms. He carried her upstairs and into their bedroom. Something in the way his arms wrapped around her chest told her the night was far from over.