Dante/Snake NSFW-ish HAHA I FAIL AT GAY 8D
"So you bought that body." He said, slightly incredulous.
"Sure, best twenty-thousand red orbs I ever spent" she replied, silver hair falling over her face, covering up one half of a self-satisfied grin "The clit? Not even slightly over-rated."
"I'll bet." He took the invitation to reach forward and brush her hair back behind her ear.
"So," Dante said, tilting her head to the side to look up at him.
"So?"
"You want to find out if the drapes match the carpet or not, chief?" At that moment, Snake could have mentioned then that he had, in fact, confirmed that the carpet and the drapes went very well together many times over, but decided that backing her up against the cabin was and planting a solid kiss on her mouth would be much nicer. He could feel her lips pulling back into that smile again as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
One of his hands ran though her long, silky hair as the other went to work on her jacket's zipper. It wasn't too surprising to find that she had nothing between the leather and her skin. Once it was open, he reached in, cupping her breast briefly before sliding around to her back. Her skin was soft and flawless, pretty much like Snake had expected. Figures that a guy like Dante would get not one, but two perfect bodies. Not that Snake was complaining, mind you.
"Jacket." he commanded. One shrug and it slid to the floor. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He nuzzled between her breast and mumbled something under his breath. She let out a laugh. Quickly through, he went back to work, planing kisses across her chest and collar bone, enjoying the sensation of inexplicably well-manicured fingernails across his scalp.
"Pants." he said, setting her back down.
"I think I like this game, chief." she replied as she started undoing her belt. Snake took a step back to admire the view as she slid out of the soft black fabric. He'd have to ask Dante later if perfectly tailored leather pants were another benefit of devil's blood.