DEVIL MAY CRY; Dante, Lady; "Missed You"
Title: Missed You
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Characters: Dante, Lady
Prompt: #40; Kiss
Word Count: 605
Rating: PG
Summary: Dante can be pushy. And obnoxious.
The first time she let him kiss her, he was smug.
Not just smug. Dante had been so damn cocky she’d wanted to take his head off, and enduring a solid week of comments and laughs and leering glances made it easy to conclude that it’d been a mistake. It was just - he’d done so much for her, and she knew her rejection in Temen-Ni-Gru must have hurt.
Now she knew he’d deserved it.
It was after that week that he’d dropped the act, confused. Surely he thought he’d be getting something by now, and instead Lady had made sure to keep about fifteen feet between them whenever they were working, fighting, or even just talking. So he toned it down, he said he was kind of sorry, he offered her the use of some of his contacts and some work, and when he kissed her again he wasn’t nearly so much of a jerk about it.
At first.
“Oh, yeah, I knew it,” he’d crowed. “You’ve so got the hots for me, you know it, you just can’t stay away-”
“Yeah?” she’d replied. “Try me.”
She didn’t talk to him for nearly an entire month. She ignored his phone calls, she refused any jobs that required a partner - because she knew, with her luck, it’d end up being him. She hadn’t even gone near the shop. She’d easily managed to cut Dante out of her life completely.
And she discovered that she missed him.
Not a lot. But a little. It was understandable, she had thrown away everyone and everything from her old life, right down to her name; he was the only one left who knew anything about her. The only one who cared. Oh, and he could be funny, he could be kind, and she couldn’t hate him no matter what she told herself. Even if he was an asshole.
She’d gone back to Devil May Cry, half-hoping he would be out on assignment, but of course he wasn’t. She swallowed her pride and walked right in, and the first thing she’d said was, “Dante, don’t you dare say anything.”
He hadn’t looked nearly surprised enough. “Wouldn’t dream of it, babe.”
So she’d waited.
“Okay,” Dante had admitted. “I was just going to say something about how I knew you’d be back, I know I’m hot, I know you love me, et cetera, et cetera.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“But that would make me kind of a dick, wouldn’t it?”
She was about to agree with him, wholeheartedly, when he caught her by the wrists, pulled her toward him and kissed her for the third time. Completely without warning and definitely without permission, and she was tempted to push him off or clock him. Would he even notice? He was so much stronger than her, though she wouldn’t know it by the way he was still holding her hands.
He’d let her go after just a minute, stepped back and crossed his arms. Studying her. What a jerk. She called him several obscenities, the worst ones she could think of, but he’d shrugged them off. He’d heard worse. He was worse.
“You know,” he’d said. “You don’t have to kiss me back.”
She felt her face twist up in anger and her cheeks get red. This was what she’d come here for? Screw him. And just when she was about to storm out - not for a week, or a month, this time for good - he’d tilted his head and he didn’t smirk or scoff, he had genuinely smiled.
“What?” she’d demanded.
“Ah, nothing,” he’d said. And then he grinned. “Missed you.”
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Characters: Dante, Lady
Prompt: #40; Kiss
Word Count: 605
Rating: PG
Summary: Dante can be pushy. And obnoxious.
The first time she let him kiss her, he was smug.
Not just smug. Dante had been so damn cocky she’d wanted to take his head off, and enduring a solid week of comments and laughs and leering glances made it easy to conclude that it’d been a mistake. It was just - he’d done so much for her, and she knew her rejection in Temen-Ni-Gru must have hurt.
Now she knew he’d deserved it.
It was after that week that he’d dropped the act, confused. Surely he thought he’d be getting something by now, and instead Lady had made sure to keep about fifteen feet between them whenever they were working, fighting, or even just talking. So he toned it down, he said he was kind of sorry, he offered her the use of some of his contacts and some work, and when he kissed her again he wasn’t nearly so much of a jerk about it.
At first.
“Oh, yeah, I knew it,” he’d crowed. “You’ve so got the hots for me, you know it, you just can’t stay away-”
“Yeah?” she’d replied. “Try me.”
She didn’t talk to him for nearly an entire month. She ignored his phone calls, she refused any jobs that required a partner - because she knew, with her luck, it’d end up being him. She hadn’t even gone near the shop. She’d easily managed to cut Dante out of her life completely.
And she discovered that she missed him.
Not a lot. But a little. It was understandable, she had thrown away everyone and everything from her old life, right down to her name; he was the only one left who knew anything about her. The only one who cared. Oh, and he could be funny, he could be kind, and she couldn’t hate him no matter what she told herself. Even if he was an asshole.
She’d gone back to Devil May Cry, half-hoping he would be out on assignment, but of course he wasn’t. She swallowed her pride and walked right in, and the first thing she’d said was, “Dante, don’t you dare say anything.”
He hadn’t looked nearly surprised enough. “Wouldn’t dream of it, babe.”
So she’d waited.
“Okay,” Dante had admitted. “I was just going to say something about how I knew you’d be back, I know I’m hot, I know you love me, et cetera, et cetera.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“But that would make me kind of a dick, wouldn’t it?”
She was about to agree with him, wholeheartedly, when he caught her by the wrists, pulled her toward him and kissed her for the third time. Completely without warning and definitely without permission, and she was tempted to push him off or clock him. Would he even notice? He was so much stronger than her, though she wouldn’t know it by the way he was still holding her hands.
He’d let her go after just a minute, stepped back and crossed his arms. Studying her. What a jerk. She called him several obscenities, the worst ones she could think of, but he’d shrugged them off. He’d heard worse. He was worse.
“You know,” he’d said. “You don’t have to kiss me back.”
She felt her face twist up in anger and her cheeks get red. This was what she’d come here for? Screw him. And just when she was about to storm out - not for a week, or a month, this time for good - he’d tilted his head and he didn’t smirk or scoff, he had genuinely smiled.
“What?” she’d demanded.
“Ah, nothing,” he’d said. And then he grinned. “Missed you.”