Devil May Cry: Trish x Nevan [Delta]
Title: High Voltage
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Pairing: Trish x Nevan
Theme set: Delta
Rating: R for language and innuendo
#01 - Air
"Listen - breathe in - breathe out - it's how humans know they're alive - but how do we know, what's the most obvious thing?" Trish wondered, her finger skimming along Nevan's shoulder, and Nevan had to wonder that herself, though she could think of several ways to make sure.
#02 - Apples
"I wonder why it became such a common myth that Eve was tempted by this particular fruit," Trish murmured, turning the apple around and around in her hand, and Nevan said, "Because it's red, of course."
#03 - Beginning
"Trish, I want you to meet - " Dante began, but stopped when she saw the ripples of purple lightning traveling up and down the guitar, entangling themselves with the yellow sparks from Trish's fingers as she smiled and slid her hand along the instrument's neck with surprising fondness.
#04 - Bugs
Trish gave the stupid thing another kick, but that was the extent of her know-how and she sighed and gave up, letting the television fizzle itself into oblivion, wondering how she was going to explain yet another electronics disaster to Dante . . . then she decided she was going to blame it on Nevan, as usual.
#05 - Coffee
"Forget the cream and sugar," Nevan said, taking the freshly-brewed mug from Trish when she expressed distaste at the bitterness, "what this stuff needs is a good dose of blood."
#06 - Dark
Dante stood there, glaring daggers at them - Trish had to choke back a snicker and Nevan elbowed her, while Alastor sighed and looked as unapologetic as he ever did, and finally Dante had it and waved a hand at the backdrop of a lightless New York City behind him, snapping, "At what point did it become a good idea to screw around and cause a black out across the entire Northeast?!"
#07 - Despair
Where most demons reveled in their inhumanity, Trish found herself walking the cusp of what was human and what wasn't, trapped between Dante's wicked jokes and Nevan's malicious beauty, wondering which was really representative of herself when all was said and done, fearing she wouldn't be able to have her blood and drink it, too.
#08 - Doors
Trish had an abusive relationship with anything that stood in her way - it didn't matter whether it was an inanimate object or alive, a friend or foe, she was going to break it down and kick it in - and Nevan thought herself a diplomat, dismissing the blonde's behavior with a lazy, "Just bill it to Dante."
#09 - Drink
Nevan was, in her own way, a traditionalist, she refused to take the easy road and adapt to human forms of sustenance in times when the blood supply was short, so Trish decided to take one for the team; she regretted it later, with those full lips fastened to her wrist, fangs in her skin, color-on-color eyes watching her, knowing how this had to feel, that giving was almost as good as taking.
#10 - Duty
In this line of business, there was no point to having illusions, so Trish didn't pretend she was in it for anything noble; she found a kindred spirit in Nevan, who also did what she did not for honor or for glory, but for white hair, ice-blue eyes and a big, devil-may-care grin.
#11 - Earth
They hadn't seen light in hours, and Trish was sure they were just going deeper and deeper down the more she followed this path, so she tightened her grip around Nevan until the guitar's blades sliced into her skin, and Nevan responded with a trickle of soothing electricity down her spine; the pit reminded them both of the darkness they had left of not so long ago, from which sky and storm could only ever be glimpsed.
#12 - End
Nothing lasted forever, not even the sons of heroes, Nevan knew that very well after so many years of life alone; in quiet moments, she found herself with a vague hope that, long after Dante had passed his legacy on to his children and his children's children, a certain insuppressible blonde bombshell would still be there, older, wiser, fierce as ever, to ride out the centuries as they came.
#13 - Fall
"Where the fuck did you learn all that?" Dante gasped, collapsing back onto the mattress, and Trish pushed her hair to the side with a nonchalant smirk and she decided she definitely owed Nevan one.
#14 - Fire
Ifrit blamed Agni, Beowulf blamed Alastor, everyone blamed the Sparda, but Dante had his eye on the women who were supposed to be in charge while he was gone, and while Devil May Cry finished burning itself to the ground before him, he turned his glare from Trish idly sliding on her shades against the glow of the fire, to Nevan's blase I'm-completely-innocent-and-wouldn't-you-like-to-fuck-me expression.
#15 - Flexible
In the heat of battle, Trish liked getting her hands dirty, diving fist-first into the fight in somersaults and flying kicks, and often rolled her eyes at Nevan perched in some strategic place with legs primly crossed, bats swirling around her, bolts flickering from her hands from a superior distance.
#16 - Flying
There was a big difference between leaping about and being literally flown through thin air; Trish clung to Nevan despite herself, cursing, while the succubus laughed amidst the sound of a thousand leathery wings.
#17 - Food
Nevan caught Trish eating it one day and decide she wanted a taste; afterward, she could never be sure which part she liked better, the chocolate itself, or Trish's surprised mouth when she stole it from her with a kiss.
#18 - Foot
One thing Dante was never going to understand as long as he lived was how his two favorite high-voltage vixens managed to walk, let alone kick ass as smoothly as he did, in four-inch heels, but he figured it was one of those things that was unique to women - or maybe just devils.
#19 - Grave
Some things Nevan took personally, and Trish could understand: Humans lived for minutes, they got monuments and mausoleums - Sparda lived for millennia, and all he got was a legend, inaccurate at best; it didn't seem fair, though Trish wondered if that was because the succubus worried that would be the most that would be remembered of her, as well.
#20 - Green
Chronologically speaking, Trish was very young, only several years old, not even a fraction compared to Nevan's centuries, but she was learning very quickly, mostly from Nevan, and they were sisters in arms, perhaps, twin Furies against the world.
#21 - Head
Together, they were unstoppable, gold and violet, purely electric, screeching bats, pitiless blows, bewitching laughter and all the power of the end of the world, and their enemies didn't know what hit them, but if there had been anything left of their skulls when it was over, they would have been amazed.
#22 - Hollow
A creature of desire, she was vibrant, stirring, dripping with everything enticing and everything forbidden, irresistable, but when you got right down to it, fulfilling the desires of others was a poor form of existence, and she envied Trish's blissful passion for living.
#23 - Honor
Dante didn't fight dirty, mostly because he didn't have the patience to be devious, but Nevan had no scruples and Trish laughed at the very concept of sportsmanship; they had no problem ganging up on him and making his life hell because they knew he was a sucker for a pretty face, a nice rack, and a tendency towards violence.
#24 - Hope
In shackles (tower buried deep and master holding strong) it was difficult to imagine any steps that outreached the chain, but one, ancient, had the certainty of everlasting change to keep her sane, and the other, brand-new, had the idealism of a future unseen to help her see.
#25 - Light
"Not better than a good storm," Trish decided during her first fireworks show; Dante snorted in derision, saying, "Come on, lightning doesn't even flash red!" - but Nevan smiled in agreement.
#26 - Lost
Something about "finding herself", that was the most Nevan could glean from Dante when Trish left - for once in his life, he was in absolutely no mood to talk, not even to her, it was that bad - and she was actually almost insulted, that her spark-sister ever felt that what she needed could be found anywhere else but here.
#27 - Metal
Human music in general was terrible, and the closest any of it came to sounding good to Trish's ears was what the mortals termed "metal" - guttural and grinding, ripping flesh off bones in glorious chaos, played best on the underworld's only purple demonic electric guitar.
#28 - New
Trish ran a long tongue along the edge of her teeth, taking in the sight of pallid skin, blazing hair, lacy black and the scent of ozone, listened as the succubus said, "There's a certain way we do things around here, cherry, and I think you'd better let me show you the ropes."
#29 - Old
Of course the hunter was growing up, and with time came new adventures and new souvenirs, but Nevan was starting to get the feeling she was in danger of being replaced - first the new sword, fearsome and electric, and worse, the new sex toy, with the same affinity for leather as he had and a smile like lightning splitting the sky in two.
#30 - Peace
"You've got to learn a little subtlety, cherry," Nevan told her as she sashayed past the guards she had disabled with a smile and sheer charm, "not every problem needs to be solved by violence," and Trish rolled her eyes, muttering, "Yeah, but your way isn't half as much fun."
#31 - Poison
"I know you like her, Trish, but you might want to be a little more careful," Dante said, with an undertone of warning, and of course Trish ignored him, because how could he understand, that for devils it wasn't worth enjoying if it wasn't dangerous?
#32 - Pretty
Nevan had been experimenting with different outfits recently - purple and black, leather and silk, tacky on anyone else but pure bliss on her - and what she settled on was sinful, painted-on and hiding nothing, all thanks to Trish's bland comment about how less was more.
#33 - Rain
The storm was reaching its climax, now, and Trish stood at the highest point in the city with anticipation, drenched, ozone thick in the air around her, the guitar on her back just as eager for the final, grandiose strike that, for demons such as they, could be more orgasmic than anything else.
#34 - Regret
"Sometimes, I wish I could have gone with him," Nevan murmured, eyes so distant and uncharacteristically solemn that Trish was unsettled, "but then perhaps I would have missed my chance to meet his son...I wonder if that's a trade I would make, given the chance?"
#35 - Roses
Trish had to remind herself, time and time again, even when faced with fingers toying with her hair and a mouth on her ear, teasing, careless, wonderful, that the most enticing things in this world usually had the sharpest thorns . . . and really, maybe she liked it better that way.
#36 - Secret
The succubus was ancient at this point, but never world-weary, and she took as much delight in introducing the newcomer to all the things she would ever need to know as Trish took out of hearing them; the way the two of them would laugh together, low and husky and conspiratorial, was really starting to make to make Dante worry.
#37 - Snakes
Nevan mentioned to Trish, once, that serpents were a symbol of wisdom, healing, and sexuality; Trish smiled and asked why, then, did Nevan manifest bats, when clearly they weren't the animal for her.
#38 - Snow
"He's a fucking moron," Trish observed, huddled deep in her coat, and Nevan laughed, saying, "But an entertaining one," as she tightened her scarf around her neck and they both watched Dante snowboard down the side of the mountain, using a Frost demon as the board.
#39 - Solid
Granted, the infernal scythe was no Sparda - no weapon in this world could compare to the genius that was Sparda - but unlike the scythe, Nevan had a life to her, a presence determined to make itself known, heavy and sultry and oh-so-sweet.
#40 - Spring
Before she came here, she thought storms only destroyed things, but sinking her fingers into the wet, rich earth beside the new sprouts of the season, Trish contemplated life out of shock and rumble, family out of swords and guns, and friendship out of sharp nails and electric smiles.
#41 - Stable
"Sure, this isn't what you'd call 'normal', cherry," Nevan crooned, sifting her cool fingers through Trish's hair, "but honestly, no one needs normalcy - we just need to feel like things won't fall apart, and trust me, Dante and I aren't going anywhere yet."
#42 - Strange
One thing the two devils could agree upon - besides leather and thunderstorms - was the bizarre fashions in which humans chose their mates, all for superficial things, appearance and financial status and kindness, rarely for the only thing that mattered, the only thing that really denoted beauty, and that was power.
#43 - Summer
It was hellishly (no pun intended) hot this July, the air conditioner in the office was busted again, and Nevan had discovered Popsicles - she had also discovered what eating them in a very specific way could do to her audience; Dante had to "excuse himself" halfway through, but Trish wanted an encore.
#44 - Taboo
Much of the human world had so many exhausting rules and regulations, and frankly, Nevan and Trish didn't have time to remember them all, so they went about breaking one law after another with just the clothing on their backs . . . or lack of the same.
#45 - Ugly
Fast, fearless and fearsome, taking no prisoners, delighting in the smell of blood and the stain of gore on her hands, her eyes sparking with a sadistic thrill, perhaps a human would have found her horrifying, but Nevan, Nevan enjoyed her more than ever.
#46 - War
"You may have won the battle, cherry," Nevan remarked with salacious amusement when Trish emerged from Dante's bedroom that evening, the scent of him fresh on her skin, "but the war still rages on."
#47 - Water
In hindsight, Dante mused, looking with dismay at the ambulances that lined the street and pointedly ignoring the two wet and grinning women beside him, maybe it hadn't been such a bright idea to bring two lightning demons to the beach - no matter how delectable they looked in bikinis.
#48 - Welcome
Trish ground against the torturous hand between her legs, panting, so needy that she could almost hate herself for it, and Nevan purred at every whimper and laughed at every growl, savoring a mouthful of spark-laced blood; it didn't matter how much Dante made her scream or made Nevan sing, she always came back for more of this, and Nevan's schedule was always open.
#49 - Winter
Though their bodies regenerated too quickly for extreme cold to be a problem, neither one of them liked the sensation of it very much, and the two devilinnes found creative ways of staying warm . . . the most entertaining of which involved Dante waking up in bed in something out of a schoolboy's ultimate fantasy.
#50 - Wood
"Isn't wood an insulator?" Trish asked, standing with her hands on her hips in the middle of a forest that was seething with enemies on all sides, and Nevan, right beside her, smiled: "Not for us, cherry."
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Pairing: Trish x Nevan
Theme set: Delta
Rating: R for language and innuendo
#01 - Air
"Listen - breathe in - breathe out - it's how humans know they're alive - but how do we know, what's the most obvious thing?" Trish wondered, her finger skimming along Nevan's shoulder, and Nevan had to wonder that herself, though she could think of several ways to make sure.
#02 - Apples
"I wonder why it became such a common myth that Eve was tempted by this particular fruit," Trish murmured, turning the apple around and around in her hand, and Nevan said, "Because it's red, of course."
#03 - Beginning
"Trish, I want you to meet - " Dante began, but stopped when she saw the ripples of purple lightning traveling up and down the guitar, entangling themselves with the yellow sparks from Trish's fingers as she smiled and slid her hand along the instrument's neck with surprising fondness.
#04 - Bugs
Trish gave the stupid thing another kick, but that was the extent of her know-how and she sighed and gave up, letting the television fizzle itself into oblivion, wondering how she was going to explain yet another electronics disaster to Dante . . . then she decided she was going to blame it on Nevan, as usual.
#05 - Coffee
"Forget the cream and sugar," Nevan said, taking the freshly-brewed mug from Trish when she expressed distaste at the bitterness, "what this stuff needs is a good dose of blood."
#06 - Dark
Dante stood there, glaring daggers at them - Trish had to choke back a snicker and Nevan elbowed her, while Alastor sighed and looked as unapologetic as he ever did, and finally Dante had it and waved a hand at the backdrop of a lightless New York City behind him, snapping, "At what point did it become a good idea to screw around and cause a black out across the entire Northeast?!"
#07 - Despair
Where most demons reveled in their inhumanity, Trish found herself walking the cusp of what was human and what wasn't, trapped between Dante's wicked jokes and Nevan's malicious beauty, wondering which was really representative of herself when all was said and done, fearing she wouldn't be able to have her blood and drink it, too.
#08 - Doors
Trish had an abusive relationship with anything that stood in her way - it didn't matter whether it was an inanimate object or alive, a friend or foe, she was going to break it down and kick it in - and Nevan thought herself a diplomat, dismissing the blonde's behavior with a lazy, "Just bill it to Dante."
#09 - Drink
Nevan was, in her own way, a traditionalist, she refused to take the easy road and adapt to human forms of sustenance in times when the blood supply was short, so Trish decided to take one for the team; she regretted it later, with those full lips fastened to her wrist, fangs in her skin, color-on-color eyes watching her, knowing how this had to feel, that giving was almost as good as taking.
#10 - Duty
In this line of business, there was no point to having illusions, so Trish didn't pretend she was in it for anything noble; she found a kindred spirit in Nevan, who also did what she did not for honor or for glory, but for white hair, ice-blue eyes and a big, devil-may-care grin.
#11 - Earth
They hadn't seen light in hours, and Trish was sure they were just going deeper and deeper down the more she followed this path, so she tightened her grip around Nevan until the guitar's blades sliced into her skin, and Nevan responded with a trickle of soothing electricity down her spine; the pit reminded them both of the darkness they had left of not so long ago, from which sky and storm could only ever be glimpsed.
#12 - End
Nothing lasted forever, not even the sons of heroes, Nevan knew that very well after so many years of life alone; in quiet moments, she found herself with a vague hope that, long after Dante had passed his legacy on to his children and his children's children, a certain insuppressible blonde bombshell would still be there, older, wiser, fierce as ever, to ride out the centuries as they came.
#13 - Fall
"Where the fuck did you learn all that?" Dante gasped, collapsing back onto the mattress, and Trish pushed her hair to the side with a nonchalant smirk and she decided she definitely owed Nevan one.
#14 - Fire
Ifrit blamed Agni, Beowulf blamed Alastor, everyone blamed the Sparda, but Dante had his eye on the women who were supposed to be in charge while he was gone, and while Devil May Cry finished burning itself to the ground before him, he turned his glare from Trish idly sliding on her shades against the glow of the fire, to Nevan's blase I'm-completely-innocent-and-wouldn't-you-like-to-fuck-me expression.
#15 - Flexible
In the heat of battle, Trish liked getting her hands dirty, diving fist-first into the fight in somersaults and flying kicks, and often rolled her eyes at Nevan perched in some strategic place with legs primly crossed, bats swirling around her, bolts flickering from her hands from a superior distance.
#16 - Flying
There was a big difference between leaping about and being literally flown through thin air; Trish clung to Nevan despite herself, cursing, while the succubus laughed amidst the sound of a thousand leathery wings.
#17 - Food
Nevan caught Trish eating it one day and decide she wanted a taste; afterward, she could never be sure which part she liked better, the chocolate itself, or Trish's surprised mouth when she stole it from her with a kiss.
#18 - Foot
One thing Dante was never going to understand as long as he lived was how his two favorite high-voltage vixens managed to walk, let alone kick ass as smoothly as he did, in four-inch heels, but he figured it was one of those things that was unique to women - or maybe just devils.
#19 - Grave
Some things Nevan took personally, and Trish could understand: Humans lived for minutes, they got monuments and mausoleums - Sparda lived for millennia, and all he got was a legend, inaccurate at best; it didn't seem fair, though Trish wondered if that was because the succubus worried that would be the most that would be remembered of her, as well.
#20 - Green
Chronologically speaking, Trish was very young, only several years old, not even a fraction compared to Nevan's centuries, but she was learning very quickly, mostly from Nevan, and they were sisters in arms, perhaps, twin Furies against the world.
#21 - Head
Together, they were unstoppable, gold and violet, purely electric, screeching bats, pitiless blows, bewitching laughter and all the power of the end of the world, and their enemies didn't know what hit them, but if there had been anything left of their skulls when it was over, they would have been amazed.
#22 - Hollow
A creature of desire, she was vibrant, stirring, dripping with everything enticing and everything forbidden, irresistable, but when you got right down to it, fulfilling the desires of others was a poor form of existence, and she envied Trish's blissful passion for living.
#23 - Honor
Dante didn't fight dirty, mostly because he didn't have the patience to be devious, but Nevan had no scruples and Trish laughed at the very concept of sportsmanship; they had no problem ganging up on him and making his life hell because they knew he was a sucker for a pretty face, a nice rack, and a tendency towards violence.
#24 - Hope
In shackles (tower buried deep and master holding strong) it was difficult to imagine any steps that outreached the chain, but one, ancient, had the certainty of everlasting change to keep her sane, and the other, brand-new, had the idealism of a future unseen to help her see.
#25 - Light
"Not better than a good storm," Trish decided during her first fireworks show; Dante snorted in derision, saying, "Come on, lightning doesn't even flash red!" - but Nevan smiled in agreement.
#26 - Lost
Something about "finding herself", that was the most Nevan could glean from Dante when Trish left - for once in his life, he was in absolutely no mood to talk, not even to her, it was that bad - and she was actually almost insulted, that her spark-sister ever felt that what she needed could be found anywhere else but here.
#27 - Metal
Human music in general was terrible, and the closest any of it came to sounding good to Trish's ears was what the mortals termed "metal" - guttural and grinding, ripping flesh off bones in glorious chaos, played best on the underworld's only purple demonic electric guitar.
#28 - New
Trish ran a long tongue along the edge of her teeth, taking in the sight of pallid skin, blazing hair, lacy black and the scent of ozone, listened as the succubus said, "There's a certain way we do things around here, cherry, and I think you'd better let me show you the ropes."
#29 - Old
Of course the hunter was growing up, and with time came new adventures and new souvenirs, but Nevan was starting to get the feeling she was in danger of being replaced - first the new sword, fearsome and electric, and worse, the new sex toy, with the same affinity for leather as he had and a smile like lightning splitting the sky in two.
#30 - Peace
"You've got to learn a little subtlety, cherry," Nevan told her as she sashayed past the guards she had disabled with a smile and sheer charm, "not every problem needs to be solved by violence," and Trish rolled her eyes, muttering, "Yeah, but your way isn't half as much fun."
#31 - Poison
"I know you like her, Trish, but you might want to be a little more careful," Dante said, with an undertone of warning, and of course Trish ignored him, because how could he understand, that for devils it wasn't worth enjoying if it wasn't dangerous?
#32 - Pretty
Nevan had been experimenting with different outfits recently - purple and black, leather and silk, tacky on anyone else but pure bliss on her - and what she settled on was sinful, painted-on and hiding nothing, all thanks to Trish's bland comment about how less was more.
#33 - Rain
The storm was reaching its climax, now, and Trish stood at the highest point in the city with anticipation, drenched, ozone thick in the air around her, the guitar on her back just as eager for the final, grandiose strike that, for demons such as they, could be more orgasmic than anything else.
#34 - Regret
"Sometimes, I wish I could have gone with him," Nevan murmured, eyes so distant and uncharacteristically solemn that Trish was unsettled, "but then perhaps I would have missed my chance to meet his son...I wonder if that's a trade I would make, given the chance?"
#35 - Roses
Trish had to remind herself, time and time again, even when faced with fingers toying with her hair and a mouth on her ear, teasing, careless, wonderful, that the most enticing things in this world usually had the sharpest thorns . . . and really, maybe she liked it better that way.
#36 - Secret
The succubus was ancient at this point, but never world-weary, and she took as much delight in introducing the newcomer to all the things she would ever need to know as Trish took out of hearing them; the way the two of them would laugh together, low and husky and conspiratorial, was really starting to make to make Dante worry.
#37 - Snakes
Nevan mentioned to Trish, once, that serpents were a symbol of wisdom, healing, and sexuality; Trish smiled and asked why, then, did Nevan manifest bats, when clearly they weren't the animal for her.
#38 - Snow
"He's a fucking moron," Trish observed, huddled deep in her coat, and Nevan laughed, saying, "But an entertaining one," as she tightened her scarf around her neck and they both watched Dante snowboard down the side of the mountain, using a Frost demon as the board.
#39 - Solid
Granted, the infernal scythe was no Sparda - no weapon in this world could compare to the genius that was Sparda - but unlike the scythe, Nevan had a life to her, a presence determined to make itself known, heavy and sultry and oh-so-sweet.
#40 - Spring
Before she came here, she thought storms only destroyed things, but sinking her fingers into the wet, rich earth beside the new sprouts of the season, Trish contemplated life out of shock and rumble, family out of swords and guns, and friendship out of sharp nails and electric smiles.
#41 - Stable
"Sure, this isn't what you'd call 'normal', cherry," Nevan crooned, sifting her cool fingers through Trish's hair, "but honestly, no one needs normalcy - we just need to feel like things won't fall apart, and trust me, Dante and I aren't going anywhere yet."
#42 - Strange
One thing the two devils could agree upon - besides leather and thunderstorms - was the bizarre fashions in which humans chose their mates, all for superficial things, appearance and financial status and kindness, rarely for the only thing that mattered, the only thing that really denoted beauty, and that was power.
#43 - Summer
It was hellishly (no pun intended) hot this July, the air conditioner in the office was busted again, and Nevan had discovered Popsicles - she had also discovered what eating them in a very specific way could do to her audience; Dante had to "excuse himself" halfway through, but Trish wanted an encore.
#44 - Taboo
Much of the human world had so many exhausting rules and regulations, and frankly, Nevan and Trish didn't have time to remember them all, so they went about breaking one law after another with just the clothing on their backs . . . or lack of the same.
#45 - Ugly
Fast, fearless and fearsome, taking no prisoners, delighting in the smell of blood and the stain of gore on her hands, her eyes sparking with a sadistic thrill, perhaps a human would have found her horrifying, but Nevan, Nevan enjoyed her more than ever.
#46 - War
"You may have won the battle, cherry," Nevan remarked with salacious amusement when Trish emerged from Dante's bedroom that evening, the scent of him fresh on her skin, "but the war still rages on."
#47 - Water
In hindsight, Dante mused, looking with dismay at the ambulances that lined the street and pointedly ignoring the two wet and grinning women beside him, maybe it hadn't been such a bright idea to bring two lightning demons to the beach - no matter how delectable they looked in bikinis.
#48 - Welcome
Trish ground against the torturous hand between her legs, panting, so needy that she could almost hate herself for it, and Nevan purred at every whimper and laughed at every growl, savoring a mouthful of spark-laced blood; it didn't matter how much Dante made her scream or made Nevan sing, she always came back for more of this, and Nevan's schedule was always open.
#49 - Winter
Though their bodies regenerated too quickly for extreme cold to be a problem, neither one of them liked the sensation of it very much, and the two devilinnes found creative ways of staying warm . . . the most entertaining of which involved Dante waking up in bed in something out of a schoolboy's ultimate fantasy.
#50 - Wood
"Isn't wood an insulator?" Trish asked, standing with her hands on her hips in the middle of a forest that was seething with enemies on all sides, and Nevan, right beside her, smiled: "Not for us, cherry."