MISSION THREE

[with_liiiiiight]

[...it's not like Dante has many inhibitions to begin with, BUT...the gas has resulted in him deciding he doesn't need to wear clothes.

So, have a naked half-demon wandering around the Corona Radiata house in a generally agreeable mood]

The new place isn't half bad. It smells great.

Comments

[besatisfied]

Jesus CHRIST put some PANTS ON.

[Lady is bright red, kind of woozy herself, and covering her eyes with her hands.]

[besatisfied]

Who the hell said it had anything to do with love!? And I sure as hell wouldn't love you.

[with_liiiiiight]

[sdfkjsdlfkj]

Like I'd be attracted to a woman who SHOOTS me all the time and has skinny chicken legs?

Hell no. I didn't say shit about loving you.

[besatisfied]

[jhgjg >X(]

Like I'd be attracted to an immature half demon who eats nothing but pizza and strawberry sundaes all damn day!!

[with_liiiiiight]

[SHE STARTED IT LSKDFJDKLF]

STRAWBERRY SUNDAES ARE DELICIOUS. DON'T BE TALKING SHIT ABOUT STRAWBERRY SUNDAES, YOU SKINNY---VIRGIN---VIRGIN.

[besatisfied]

YOU SHUT YOUR FACE, GOD DAMNIT!

[with_liiiiiight]

YOU SHUT YOURS FIRST.

[besatisfied]

MAKE ME.

[with_liiiiiight]

IS THAT A CHALLENGE?

[besatisfied]

YEAH.

[with_liiiiiight]

[Dante shoves her against a handy wall---not THROUGH it, for once---and commences makeouts. He kisses hard and hungrily, already pissed off and worked up. NOBODY challenges him and wins]

[besatisfied]

[Lady makes a grunting noise as she's shoved against the wall, too irritated to realize what's about to happen until it's too late. There's a noise of protest -- a loud one -- and her initial instinct is to lift her knee and apply it to his groin with force enough to render him sterile.

But she doesn't do it. THANKS, GAS.]

[with_liiiiiight]

[You have to hand it to Dante...he IS damn good at what he does. This spans to four things: eating, fighting, talking smack, and having sex. It must be a demon thing. He is pretty controlling with his kiss, manipulating the angle and the ferocity of it, but he's still good. Even if he'd give her room to breathe, Lady wouldn't be complaining.

When he finally breaks the kiss, he leans back and frowns, trying not to stare openly at her slicked lips]

....SO THERE.

[besatisfied]

[Lady stares up at him with wide eyes, one hand going up to her lips, her cheeks a bright, bright scarlet. She makes a strangled noise, like she wants to scream or say something or something, but instead, she runs out of the room and into her own bedroom, slamming the door behind her.]

[with_liiiiiight]

Dante, one. Lady, zero.

[smirks, licking his lips and then going back to his own room in order to put on underwear, at least]