AN
WhatDoYouMeanI'mDrunk- i loved it! that song, it was on Rock Band!! XD thanks for sharing that! XDD. it;s good to be surrounded with women, even if they are doe eyed 90 pound label whoring bag of pure girly evil XD. yeah Lady.. I feel sorry for her too T.T ohh the drama! i mean the passion XDD
Destructo- yay I'll totally blame you if you didn't like this.. kidding kidding T.T
AnbushadowFang- yeah.. me too (Pinocchio nose)
Angelforver- well you'll see XD
CurryChicken- ahoho! i miss your hyper activeness! XDD woohoo
SatanicParkOfMadness- yeah I used to do that poke rap, but now I don't even know the pokemons, except for mudkip XD..HEY!! You know I have this thing with Lady x Dante scenes!! But I'll really try T.T (sob) yeah I know that song!! (high five) wow your music preferenve is really wicked… checks username.. it shows XDD I don't like avrial too, I like Hayley Williams though and that chick from Lacuna coil. See!! You agree with tyra!! Lol yeah I dream a lot! And all my dreams are like kiddie dreams T.T
EricDraven – yeah she is very evil.
Dante's blade- yeah! Yeah! I have more scene with them talking how Trish went off XD
Devil Rebel- yeah poor Dante T.T
ChaoticAngel- umm here you go then (crosses fingers and hope she likes)
HollowKenpachi- thank you very much XD
Ichiban- Trish should! Those are expensive (sigh) XD
I'm scared about this guys..i made it in a hurry I am in a ten day schedule!!
…
Dante found ChanLu waiting for him outside, under the shade of their oak tree, carrying a small glass in a silver tray.
"Hey small Asian chick..." Dante greeted, "What's your name?.." he tried to recall. ChanLu was about to tell him when Dante remembered, "Xiaoyu right?"
Afraid of what may become of her when she tells him her master's falsity, ChanLu just nodded her head.
"What's that?" Dante asked, "for me?", trying to bring off some charm, it would be a really nice thought because something inside him wanted someone else to stay outside to wait for him.
ChanLu nodded her head frantically
"What is it?" he asked, examining the cool bluish liquid.
The little woman swallowed, she'd never lie to Dante or to anyone, but Jade and Evie's instructions were clear, and as much as she wanted to warn him, she refuse to face the wrath of Evie's rants. "Kool Aid" she answered, biting her lips, casting her eyes on the floor to hide the guilt of lying.
"Nice" Dante grinned as he took the glass and gulped down every drop of it, not even sure if it's really Kool Aid, he forgot how it even tastes like, other than he really liked it when he was a kid. And how Vergil made him drink soapy water, telling him it's Kool Aid. He vowed never to get fooled by anything related to drinks after the experience of hiccupping bubbles.
"See ya!" he said cheerfully as he placed the clear drinking glass back on ChanLu's tray. He jogged inside the house, headed towards his room; he really needs to figure out how he's going to bring up the whole apology thing to Trish.
ChanLu's eyes widened as she tried to catch up with Dante's steps, "děng yíxià" (wait a second) she called in pure Mandarin.
Dante looked back, "Huh?"
"Buy us some time, improvise!" ChanLu recalled Evie telling her earlier, "make him drink the tonic, and wait for Jade to give the signal, then you may go." Feeling the pressure of Dante waiting, and the pressure of what Jade could do to her if she messed things up, she shook her head frantically and to Dante's surprise started throwing a fit. "zhōngwén zěnme shuō" she started as she placed the tray on a surface. Dante paused as he witnessed this bizarre behavior, he wondered if this was some weird Aisian Kung Fu thing.
ChanLu was making all this weird gestures as she spoke, like she's trying to tell him a story. "nín guìxìng dàmíng wǒ hěn hǎo, nǐ nezhù nǐ háo yùnǐng, nǐ zài shuō yīcì hǎo maqǐngwén,bu yao peng? shui jiao shi jian dao le, kuài diǎn hào la! yīzhǒng yǔyán yǒngyuǎn bùgòu!" (really random Mandarin things) she spoke all of this while holding her breath.
And when she was finally finished..
"Owwwkiie.." Dante raised a perfect brow, "So umm, I didn't quite catch that.."
ChanLu's jaw dropped incredulously.
"Young Sir" Jade emerged from the top of the stairs, "I am afraid you room will be unavailable for the time being" she informed,
"What?" Dante asked, he's really tired and wanted to lie down for a while, "Why?"
"Spring Cleaning" Jade lied, at least she was being professional about it. "Please follow me to your temporary room"
ChanLu raced beside Jade, it was hard for he new arrival to control her giggles, Jade have to nudge her several times to avoid being too obvious. Dante followed the two women with an amused grin, a long brown paper bag on his right hand. They stopped when they reached the farthest room in the wine colored hallway, Jade opened the door for Dante but ChanLu raced him inside.
Dante dismissed the idea of ChanLu's oddity as he peered inside the room and sat comfortably on a narrow and low legged bed. "Aren't you supposed to be with Trish?" Dante asked ChanLu who was busy looking for something.
The room says something like single woman in her late thirties who clearly needs a man in her life.. Evie, Dante thought as he studied the pale pink walls and the light-honey colored furniture. ChanLu finally recognized Trish's garments hanging by the bedside post, with a sly grin; she took it with her and ran passed Dante, exiting the room.
Dante saw those were Trish's clothes, "What's going on?" he demanded.
The only response Dante got from Jade was a polite nod, and then she slowly closed the door, locking off ChanLu's giggles as she clutched Trish's clothes.
"Jade, could you hand me my stuffs?" Trish called from the back, her voice echoed through the bathroom, she was probably taking a shower. He ran his fingers through his hair and drank whatever it was inside pitcher on the bed side table.
He and Trish alone tonight, it was getting hot… too hot. He can only think of one person cruel enough to do this to them, that person.. in her fancy designer clothes and luxurious shoes, drinking her martini with Elena while laughing at her morbidly sick idea of a joke, a person so vile and ruthless, the root of all god-awful and evil things, the bane of their very existence... EVIE
"Jade??" Trish called, "ChanLu??" She was convinced that neither of them was there; she stepped outside the shower, shivering because of the cold, wrapped in her dragon-printed kimono robe and saw Dante chugging down whatever that was in that pitcher, she was definitely sure it was a flower vase. "What are you doing here?" she asked calmly.
Dante was startled to hear her voice and swore that he could've jumped to his seat; he looked over his shoulder and saw Trish. Her hair was loose in a careless clam, wearing a silk robe. "This is my room" he said, taking his eyes off her, "What are you doing here.." he corrected.
Trish figured out what was going on, "No way" she grimaced as she walked towards the door and started banging it open. "It's locked!" she was in the verge of panicking, "My clothes.." she whined.
"Dante.." she looked back and saw him staring at something, which happened to be her ass, which is good because now that she's facing him, it wasn't too obvious. How could he not help staring at her like this, imagining all the heavenly goods concealed by that robe. And also, the fact that she's all wet...
And what's with him and feeling funny tonight, because he sure feels funny. "They locked us" she informed, her tone wasn't worried at all, and Dante knew she already forgot what happened that afternoon, or is it that she was just being too nice to even try and talk about it. "Do something.." she requested as she slumped her shoulders down and waited for him.
Dante caught sight of her legs through the hems of her robe, and he immediately tried to look away before she catches him. He smiled to himself, this night is going to be fun, "We can't break through that door, it's an antique, I wouldn't want to pay for that, been with the family for years."
"Well, what are we gonna do?" Trish asked, clearing her throat and dismissing the idea that a night like this with Dante, with one bed, and the door locked.. could only mean one thing.
"Well" he breathed, "I heard it's going to be cold tonight" he stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt; "you know what that means?" he teased.
"No" Trish answered, but she sure knows what that means, she lived with him for quite some time, she knows what sexy time is "Why are you taking your clothes off?" her voice broke off when she asked him, a thing that amused Dante even more.
"Why? Would you like to do that part?" he smirked
Trish's jaw dropped as she clutched the hems tighter to chest, "You wouldn't dare" she hissed as she walked back to the other side of the room. She didn't know what for, but she just did.
Trish stood there, awkward and blushing as she just refuse to watch her partner shed his clothing, and when he was finished, she couldn't help but admire the perfect built of his body, his back was strong and wide. He stretched, flexing his muscles just for show off of course, and Trish tried to make it seem like it's nothing though she had one phrase in mind as she unconsciously bit her lip, He's bringing sexy back…
"Fine then, so would want me to take yours off or should I enjoy the privilege of watching?" He turned to her with a smirk.
"In your dreams" she scoffed back.
"Take it off"
"Not going to" she said defiantly, closing her eyes with finality.
...
From outside, where ChanLu and Jade stood on either side of the door (their posts), they could distinctly hear the pair's argument.
"Big Sister" ChanLu whispered, "Don't you think the Young Sir is getting a bit too aggressive?"
Jade made a confident smile; her slanted eyes looks sharp as ever, "He drank the tonic? How much of it?"
"The Kool Aid?" ChanLu asked, "all of it"
"That's why..." Jade answered.
"What was in there Big Sister?" ChanLu asked, wide-eyed and innocent.
"It's a natural aphrodisiac" Jade replied, "Sexual tonic for men"
ChanLu gasped, "But Young Sir is already a hot blooded male!" she protested, "With the tonic he could be... "
"It's going to be a long night" Jade answered as she hushed ChanLu who was deathly worried about her Young Miss.
...
Dante wanted to tease Trish a little, it's almost adorable, and she never fails to amuse him. With the sexiest grin he could manage, he walked towards her. As he took a step forward, she on the other hand, took a step back, Dante was enjoying every minute of it. "Are you scared?" he said, stalking her, like a lion eying his pray.
"N..No" Trish mildly stuttered as she tried to straighten herself up. Rules just started pouring in and out of her head. First, she can't hurt Dante, she is currently in his family's house and hurting him is not a good idea. Second, she can't do all those stunts, not with her wearing just a robe; Dante would be having a good time.. Effortlessly. And third, she can't use her Pikachu powers, which was their deal; and she intends to keep her word. Now put all the demonic powers aside, it all comes down to this. He's a man and she's a woman, who got the upper hand?
"What should I be scared of?" she said, trying to cover up for that weird.. afraid of what he might do feeling. Her heart started to pound uncontrollably, and she was still taking steps back as he paced towards her, confident and seductive.
She bit her lip once she realized that the wall prevented her from edging any further, and she was cornered. With a slight smile, Dante rested his hand on the wall just several inches above her head. He leaned over to see her face and paused when he was just a breath away, "That I might do something to you.." it was almost a whisper, it was teasing and cruel.
Her cheeks were burning, it was supposed to be cold tonight, she thought. "This is not acceptable" she managed to say, as she was about to slap him, he caught her hand mid air and held it tight. "What are you doing?" Trish asked, nervous as she continued to stare at their hands joined together, just because she can't look him in the eye, not like this.
Then, he placed her hand over the top of his chest, and leaned over, eyes half closed, lips parted.
She knew this was coming, sooner or later; it's not that she didn't want him to kiss her. In fact she's been waiting for him to kiss her; she was just hoping it would be special in some way, not like this. But she gave in, closing her eyes as she waited for his lips meet hers...
One second
Two seconds
Three seconds
Four seconds
Five seconds
How long does it take for a man to kiss a woman, she opened her eyes slowly and found him staring at her, with the most You just got punked face she has ever seen.
He burst out laughing,
"You bastard!" she snarled as she pushed him away.
"I'm..I'm sorry" he was still laughing that he can't even speak straight. Trish held her hands over her flaming cheeks, not because of the blush but because of the fury. "Just that.." He looked over his young bride and saw her sitting on the bed, "You really thought I was going to do something!" he laughed.
"FYI, I closed my eyes because I'm tired!" she lied, as she crossed her hands over her chest and crossed her legs "Jerk.." she uttered.
Dante was still laughing until finally he realized Trish was sitting on his bed, that's when he started thinking of her lying, limbs spread out.. He have stopped laughing as he cleared his throat and sat on the other side of the mattress.
"So.." he began, there goes this feeling again as he took a pillow and placed it on his lap, "I guess there is only one bed"
Trish immediately slid herself to sit down the carpeted floor. "Evie must have expected us to do it" she answered, shying away.
"Yeah, so maybe.." Dante has never been this picky with words, he was still seated with his back facing hers, "maybe we should just do it.."
"No!" Trish snarled, she's not that easy.
He lied back with his feet up as he continued to think about some things.. "You can at least lie down beside me, it's not the first time we're going to share a bed"
Trish was curled up into a ball, sitting on the floor and staring to feel the dropping temperature, "Well... it's different now.."
Dante nodded, "True." and he turned to his side, away from Trish. This masculine urges of his was usually, controllable. But tonight...Plus, Trish is being so hard-headed about this..
He is the husband, he is the man, he is the son of the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda, if he wants something, he's going to get it.
"Trish" he rolled to his other side to face her, she looks so... soo... "Let's just do it and be done with" There are times when he just needed to do it, and right now, he really really wants to do it.
"No" Trish frowned, surprised that he was actually asking permission.
"It's going to be fast and painless... " He assured, then he realized, "for me at least"
"No!" She breathed
"It's what they want us to do" he reasoned, and he's actually running out of it, "maybe we should just do it"
Trish would swear she'd pull him out of Italy and beat the hell out of him if he uses Auntie for this crap.
"Look" Trish explained, "They just can't lock us together in one room, with all these lights and expect us to have sex!"
"Oh I get it!" Dante sat up with a very bright face, "You're the lights-off kind of chick!" and with Ivory on his bedside table, he shot all the light bulbs dead, the remainder of the light came from several candles and lampshades.
"Idiot..." Trish muttered.
"You still won't do it?" Dante asked incredulously.
"No!"
"Fine!" Dante said, loosing his patience, "If you won't sleep with me, then sleep on the floor"
"Fine I will!" She answered back
"Suit yourself!" and so he rolled back to his side, annoyed and irritated.
It was really getting cold, not to mention she's only wearing a robe over her underwear. Dante couldn't even sleep knowing that Trish is freezing herself to death, so he sat up and leaned over to grab her cold hands, "Are you seriously trying to freeze yourself to death?" he scolded.
"I am not going to sleep with you" she chattered.
"Just get in the bed Trish"
She shook her head defiantly, "What's with you and sex?" she remarked.
"Sheesh, you need to ask? I'm a boy, you're girl.. Do the math"
Trish stuck her tongue out then rolled her eyes at him.
"Could you please tell me what part of this whole thing do you object to?" he asked, it was plain clear to him. One room, one bed, newly weds, and she's already half naked, why can't she get it?
Trish hesitated, but she thought it would be wise if he knew, "Only people who are in love do it" she paused, "You and I aren't.. "
He slumped back down, he was somewhat offended, For some reason, he was.
"You're wrong" he manages, "guys do it to girls all the time, we don't need to be in love to do it" he was just as hard-headed as she is.
"I'm not going to do it" she said. Weird how she learned all this mighty and girly principles, she should lay off the T.V
"Fine, go freeze yourself to death then" he lied back on his stomach, his face turned away from her as he was left to contemplate about some things, that thing she said really hit him, the fact that they weren't in love. What if he was and she clearly stated she's wasn't.
She lost track of time on how long she has been sitting there, cheating the cold by secretly placing her hands under the thermal blanket.
"Trish" Dante called without even looking, maintaining his comfy position, she was surprised that he was still awake
"What now..?" She asked, she was tired of saying No to him.
"What's with you and Vergil?" he asked, it was embarrassing, but he needed to know and there is no way he's going to find out through Vergil. It may be personal but he just wants to know.
Trish was expecting this, he'll ask sooner or later, besides there's nothing wrong with him demanding for the truth. "He taught me how to fight" she answered briefly.
"What?" Dante turned his head to face her,
"I wasn't created just like that you know" she said, looking at Dante and feeling a little flushed. With his bed worn hair and serene face, "Who do you think taught me how to ride a bike? To leap that high? To use my powers?"
Dante sat back up, understanding flooding him, "Oh I see!"
Trish nodded sheepishly
"No wonder you're all mental! He babysat you!"
Trish raised a brow, "babysat?" it wasn't really the right word.. But it was close.
Dante nodded, "What else did he taught you?"
"Well" Trish started rocking herself back and forth, smiling, "He taught me in a very professional, strictly business kind of way..."
"What?" Date anticipated.
Trish puckered her lips and smiled
"He kissed you?" Dante's tone was different, and his eyes were aghast.
"I asked him to" Trish corrected, just in case he confronts Vergil, like there was nothing wrong with it.
"Why the hell would you do that?" Dante asked incredulously.
"I was curious!" She frowned
"He kissed you" he repeated, "That all?"
Trish nodded, "What's wrong with it?"
"How exactly did he kiss you?" Dante couldn't let it go, was it just a smack or with some tongue or….
Trish blushed, "That's not for you to know" she couldn't see why this was bothering him; it was just a not so personal kiss and its nothing really. "It's nothing really" she said
Dante rolled back to his side, frowning, "I still can't believe you asked him to kiss you" he scoffed, "what are you? a desperate housewife?"
Trish chuckled, Dante was jealous, finally he starts showing some descent emotion. "Dante..." she called,
"What?" he was getting frustrated?
"I sleep with two pillows"
"Since when did you became so high maintenance?"
"Go to hell.." she playfully said
"Show me the way..."
Trish made funny face as she noticed a tall brown paper bag near the door. "Hey what's that?"
Dante opened an eye, "That's for you to know"
She got excited as she crawled by the door and took her present out. "Oh My God.." Trish exclaimed, "It's a Christian Louboutin!" recognizing the trademark, red soles. The boots were sleek, black ,and suede. It was simple and elegant in the most extravagant way, and he chose it, Lady approved and praised him for great taste.
The look Trish gave Dante was far beyond just a thank you and he wondered if she's willing to sleep with him after that.
"Oh so that's how you say it" he said in a very bored tone though he was thrilled to see she actually liked it, he owe Lady big time. He watched her secretly as she took her furry slippers off and put her boots on. "What's with you and boots?" he asked, remembering how many pairs of black ones she had.
"They're shoes, I'm a girl, you do the math" she grinned, "Hey..." she realized as she sat on a nearby couch, "It doesn't fit..."
"What do you mean it don't fit?" he snapped, First off those things cost him 1200 dollars, there is no way those are not going to fit her, he'd cut her feet off if he had to, it must fit, it's the last pair.
He rose from his lax position and sat on the floor, "Sit back" he said as he took her leg with her toenails polished red.
From the outside..
ChanLu was already falling asleep when they heard Trish make a brief and piercing shriek. She immediately woke up and shot Jade a look; her superior shook her head, telling her not to mind.
"It's too tight!" Trish complained
"No it's not, it's going to fit!" Dante said, strain of force evident in his voice.
ChanLu pressed her ears on the wooden surface
"Ouch!" Trish cried, "It hurts!"
Jade just stood outside, clearing her throat, trying not to mind the entire racket. Though Dante and Trish were really just trying to fit some boot on, to Jade and ChanLu, it sounds different.
"You're letting me do all the work" Dante complained, "If you want this to work out then push!"
"I don't wanna! Face it! IT'S TOO TIGHT!"
"Endure!" Dante growled
Trish let out a sharp pained cry...
ChanLu gasped and Jade who was Buddhist made the sign of the cross.
"We're almost there.." Dante said triumphantly "No pain, no game" he followed.
ChanLu was already chewing Trish's clothes, blushing so hard like she's been slapped several times. She could hear Trish fighting off her sobs.
"There.." Dante breathed, "See? Perfect Fit.."
Trish looked down to see if her feet was still connected with her body, it was perfect, fits her like glove ,and the pain was all worth it, when she turned to study the sides, she realized that there was a zipper underneath the red lining o.O
...
"Evie" Vergil called, walking past the veranda, "Have you seen Trish?"
Evie was about to turn in when she saw Vergil and smiled, he was all handsome with his hair wet from the evening shower, "She's busy at the moment"
"What is she doing?" he asked, it was already late, what could she be up to?
"You mean to say, what are they doing?" Evie corrected, smiling slyly. Putting much emphasis on the word they
"What do you mean?" Vergil was getting anxious.
Evie just smiled..
"You didn't..." Vergil hoped
"But I did" Evie said, very proud then she noticed Vergil's reaction, "Why? What's the matter?"
"She's not ready for that kind of experience yet!" Vergil protested
Evie laughed, "Of course she is! What are you talking about?"
"Nothing" he fumed as he stormed out of the house to cool off.
Dante won't touch anyone he doesn't like, he's very fickle with women, but you don't have to like Trish to sleep with her.. she's gorgeous! She's everybody's type. Then again Dante knows how to treat women… oh yeah he'll treat her alright..
Vergil spent the night like this, walking through and fro. Bothered, worried and fidgety, he wanted to bust their door open if the sight of Trish wouldn't be so.. so...
"Dirty" he thought, "It's so dirty.." he shook his head and felt his nerve thumping...
…
Despite her aching feet, she felt completely happy. She gave him a kiss on his cheek, which was the closest thing he'll get to sex... Assuming that Dante was already asleep, she gave up the whole sleep on the carpet thing and quietly lied down near the edge. But Dante wasn't asleep, and when he felt her weight on the other side, the urges started going again. Trish was very tired and it wasn't long before the soft mattress and the warm thermal blanket sent her off to sleep.
Several minutes later…
The candle lights were running down and the only source of lighting came from the lampshades, and there she was, lying comfortably beside him, arms wrapped around his neck. So this is what she meant.. when she said she sleeps with two pillows. He was well aware of the fact that due to her excessive caffeine consumption, she hardly sleeps. But when she does falls asleep, there is no waking her.
He was planning to gently push her away; he was also fighting his own demons for crying out loud. But seeing her like this, hair down, lips slightly parted, the honey-warm glow of her skin and the way she smelled...
A couple more minutes later…
"How could you sleep like this Trish?" he said, gritting his teeth. Her head was resting on his arm, with her arms around his waist, her sweet breath landing on the surface of his neck, his heart pounding against her breast, and her robe... her robe that was doing so little with the concealing part. How could he help himself from thinking the unthinkable, he's just a man and Trish is torturing him...severely.
This was worst than any other forms of torture he'd gone through.
He was holding both of his hands up, muscles flexed and fists into tight balls, afraid to touch any part of her (that might cause him from ravishing her), like she was one big temptation and every inch of her is a weapon against him.
"Why me?" He cursed the ceiling, fighting off every bit of his masculinity, he tried to look below if it was safe to move, and all he saw was a bird's eye view of her cleavage tucked properly with her laced bra. "Shit.." he muttered as he continued to curse the ceiling and concentrate on defying every rule there is in the Hot Chick Beside Me handbook "Not now..".
Some minutes more…
It was safe to say that he finally gained control over his mind and body. That he found the immunity from this captivating woman all tangled up in him -- literally. That despite the warmth of her body, the silky feel of her skin, or her boobs against his chest; nothing can bring him down...
With a soft sigh, she repositioned herself against him, hooking her leg up over his hip. "Jesus..." he refrained himself from saying anymore curses, once again his fists tightened into balls as he held his hands up, jaws were rigid as ever as he started doing "Ohm" chants. He vowed vengeance on the blonde demoness who had inflicted him so much damage.
Hours later…
He found himself able to resist the temptation. Maybe because it's already five in the morning and he's too sleepy to get aroused by anything.
With his last resort, he pulled Trish up on top of him, making sure that she's all over him. He laughed to himself as he molded her against him, positioning her in a way he'd want her to, "Payback is a bitch" he smirked as he made sure he looks totally innocent about this whole thing, and that his hands are kept all to himself... he could only imagine what she'd look like when she finally wakes up and finds herself in a position she wouldn't want herself to be in.
AN
This is the part where I chip in some really random and abstract things. That is either to distract you guys or to keep myself from explaining how I destroyed a chapter. So.. I can't talk my way out of this huh? Before you start throwing things at me T.T ask yourself guys.. What would Jesus Do? XDD
They don't wanna do it yet you guys… T.T they'll do it, but not tonight.
