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Love Thy Neighbor	By : ElvenAngel Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 3969 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil May Cry game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I�m again forced to put writing Frail Equilibrium�s sequel on hold because of all the e-mails and messages on DeviantArt and FF.net I get telling me I owed you all a �make-out scene� and demanding I write one. Liars, I know you want smut.
FINE!

I wrote it, so there, enjoy. Now please, stop spamming my inbox. I�m trying to deal with college, art AND writing a sequel!
~Phoebe

PS. If nothing of that made sense, you are likely someone who hasn't read Frail Equilibrium. It can be found here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3909259/1/Frail_Equilibrium if you are incined enough to read it. Thank you.

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Love Thy Neighbor
Looking back, she was a little embarrassed at the situation. She had her share of flings after that, but the particular one always made her face red when she thought about it. Either because it was the first, or its particular nature, it had stuck more to her mind. It sort of had happened in �home base� too, that�s why it was so embarrassing.
Living in a boarding house with communal facilities always meant a little compromised privacy, a few more close contacts than the ones needed and sometimes, a bit too much information. They were just sixteen then, more or less. That alone was part of the problem. There was no use denying it, both of them were a little more overrun by hormones and fantasies than they liked to admit and living in close proximity with a peer of the opposite sex was a bona fide way to guarantee both friction between them�and a bit of a chemistry.

She never particularly had thought of Dante as handsome; that really wasn�t the word for him at the time. He was tall, well built for his age and his features were good, but his arrogance and his habits nevertheless reduced him to a little better than a common punk. His hair, though almost exotic in color, was always a complete, careless mess. His smug attitude sometimes made him look almost foolish.

Of course, Tess knew that he had a similar opinion about her. Though never hoping to get any taller than reaching the bottom of his chin, back then she was also rather skinny. He had a point, calling her Twig. She was shorter than him, thin with an unimpressive figure, slightly on the tomboy side and a bit of the �cold bitch� side as well. She sort of prided herself in her deep red hair and green eyes, but deep down she knew that even those eyes she thought pretty ended up looking shrewish thanks to her occasionally cold demeanor.
So the reasons it happened remained unexplained. And yet it still did occur. Neither had bothered their minds much about it. They simply had accepted it as something that was meant to happen anyway. Not like either of them minded, in the end.

Quite the contrary.

Everything started on a gloomy morning in the middle of November; just a couple of months after he had first taken residence in the boarding house. It had snowed a little that morning and the streets were strewn with a thin layer of powder white. It looked like it was just going to melt, but the cloudy sky that still hovered over the city told another tale.

Irritated a little at the weather, Tess had been sitting around the lounge room most of the morning, watching TV. Around midday, Roy -the building's handyman and the family's djinn familiar- came inside, carrying an armful of fresh towels from the laundry room in the basement. He seemed busy, his gray mop of hair a bit of a mess and his face flushed from work. He left the towels on the kitchen table with a small sigh.
�Tess, do you mind taking these towels to the bathroom upstairs?� he said, moving towards the kitchen counter. �I�ve got to cook lunch.�

Tess looked over from the sofa. �What?� she echoed. �Uh, ok.�

She got up, leaving the TV on for Roy to listen to the news while he did the dishes and picked the towels off the table, went out the kitchen and into the lobby, then up the stairs to the second floor, where she and Dante both lived and shared a bathroom. She passed by the other apartment doors and headed straight for the bathroom door.
To her blissful ignorance, Dante, whom had taken just taken a shower a few minutes ago and had stepped out of the shower stall to shave, occupied the bathroom. He was just done shaving--while he was standing in front of the mirror with nothing to cover himself. He inspected his cheeks, jaw and neck to make sure he had been thorough, before reaching down next to the sink for the towel basket's lid with a hand without looking at it. He opened it and reached inside, only to grasp nothing but air. He frowned and gave up swiveling his hand around aimlessly and looked inside.
"Tch. No towels,� he muttered with a frown. �Now what am I gonna do?"
Just then, Tess turned the knob of the bathroom door, pushing it open with her shoulder to carry in the pile of towels. The moment she did, he stood upright and turned around to face her. Naked. She froze on the spot, staring at him, wide-eyed. Before she could control it, her eyes passed over his entire form, head to toe. It happened in an instant so there was nothing she could do to stop it, especially when it stopped�there.
It was difficult to use a word to describe it that didn�t sound lewd. She thought: �Forget about male nude photos of magazines, the real thing is a different story! Oh wait, even his pubes are white�eep! No, I�m staring!�

While she was stunned like that he let out a chuckle and said "Whoah there, no one ever taught--"
Her face turned red and she suddenly interrupted him with a rather terrified squeak, dropped--or rather, tossed the towels into his face almost and ran, allowing the door to swing open a little in her wake.
He raised an eyebrow at her squeak and sudden retreat and before the towels obeyed gravity, he jerked his arms for them and caught them all in a few swings.
�Like she saw a spider or something,� he muttered. "At least she brought some towels."
Her feet thumped along the floor as she bolted to her room, shutting the door behind her. She rested her back against the door, panting.

"What the--!?" she thought, still wide-eyed. "What the hell did I just do?"

On the other hand, he chuckled as if nothing had happened, but with the added bonus that he had one more thing in mind to pick on her in the future. He tossed the rest of the towels into the basket, taking a couple of them and wrapped one around his waist while he dried his moist hair with another and left the bathroom, switching the lights off.

She heard him chuckle in the corridor and shook her head vigorously, glaring at the space in front of her a bit. She felt rather stupid, being caught like that. Her face burned redder as the image of him flashed through her head again and she actually slapped her hand against her forehead to stop herself.

"This is stupid," she thought.
Just a few seconds after she did that, he suddenly tapped the door with his knuckles a few times.
"Hey thanks for the towels! Or did you lose your nerve while you wanted to do something else?" he teased.
She jumped, hearing the knock on the door and then grumbled at his teasing. "Go to hell, Dante!" she cursed sharply. "Just 'cuz you don't have any shame doesn't mean I'm the same!"
"Now why the hell am I blushing up?! Why do I care?!" she thought to herself.
�This is a good chance to burn the little witch a bit.� He just chuckled audibly behind the door. "Why should I have shame in something I know you loved looking at?�
Her face turned a deeper shade of red at that remark and she couldn't reply right away. Not without forcing the image out of her mind. "I did not love--Ugh, stop that!! Go away! Go put some freakin' pants on!" she protested.
�Man, this is too easy.� He only laughed. "That�s a crock of shit! First stage is always denial, isn't it?"
She pressed her hand against her forehead. "Just go away, you maniac!" she hissed.
"You wanna talk about maniacs? Alright, here's a little story for ya...once upon a time there was a guy standing naked in the bathroom minding his own business when all of a sudden some red-headed klutz opened the door and then ran to her bedroom like a little girl! And hey, you're blushing aren't you? Probably so much you can't even see straight!" he laughed loudly.
He grabbed the doorknob and rattled it, attempting to open it. In her haste, she hadn�t locked the door. "C'mon let me see your face! Just to prove me wrong!" he chuckled. �Or maybe you�d like a second look, Twig?�
"Wah--oh no you don't! Stay out--" she stuttered angrily, pressing her back against the door and grabbing the door knob from the inside to keep it from turning. "Don't you dare try coming in my room!"
"Give me one good reason not to! Doesn't seem fair to me that you can walk in on me unexpectedly...besides, be glad you got your clothes on!" he said, applying a little pressure on the door, almost opening it. �Man, she sounds so funny when she�s freaked out,� he thought. He didn�t even have to try and he was amused at the idea that she had to use all her might to keep the door shut.
"It's not like I did it on purpose!!" she shouted, pressing her shoulder against the door harder. "You come in here and I'll--damn it, I'll burn your head off!"
"Hahaha, I was right then! You�re worse than a little schoolgirl!�
He laughed for a good bit as he let go of the doorknob and walked away. He entered his own room, tossing the towels onto the bed as he looked around for some clothes to wear. �Not a total waste of the day after all,� he thought. Then a second thought flashed through his head that he didn�t mean to make: �Huh, pity the roles weren�t reversed.�
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Later in the day, he entered the kitchen, hands in his pockets, looking rather bored. He found her sitting at the table, with a whole array of spools of thread, stone beads, feathers and tools all around. She seemed to be making something and looked quite distracted. Raising an eyebrow, going up closer and over her shoulder.
�Watcha up to, Twig? Out to curse some poor sap with a voodoo doll?� he asked from over her shoulder, startling her.
�No�hey stop it, get away, you�re freaking me out,� she protested, shoving him aside. She put her half-finished work on the table.
It was a circle made of a bent piece of thin wood, around which she was tightly wrapping dark red and black thread. Loose ends from the threads were tied together in some intricate knots on the inner circumference. Seeing it, and connecting with the feathers and the beads, he realized she was making a dream catcher.
�Dream catcher? Aren�t you a little old to be afraid of nightmares, Twig?� he chuckled.

�Tch, get bent,� she snapped back. �I�m not making it for that reason. My old one�s weakened and I need one of these wards to keep my sleep clear of intense dreams or spirits wanting to communicate with my stupid second sight. Apparently when I�m asleep it gets hyper sensitive and it keeps me up all night, the stupid thing,� she muttered, continuing her work.
�Ah, whatever,� he said, curiously picking up one of the many stones set around her. It looked like a polished pieces of black marble with red veining. He looked at it from several angles then rolled it over the table towards her. �Here, use this stone, looks like it matches your colors well,� he said absently.
�Hmph!� she huffed, but cast a glance at the stone, then picked it up. She indeed liked it and in the end she used it in the middle of the circle. When she finished with the circle, she attached several black feathers at the tassels hanging at the bottom. While she fit the stone in place, she muttered an incantation, to make the stone a blockade for undesired dreams.
Unfortunately, unbeknown to her, having been in contact �even so briefly- with a demon�s aura had slightly charged the stone with power. She made a little mistake in the incantation, so when she was done, the dream catcher in fact had slightly different properties than what she expected.
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�Wait�now where am I?� she wondered, walking down another unfamiliar corridor. She�d been walking for what felt like hours through some sort of grand manor that was structured more like a maze.
Her bare feet sank into the carpet of the corridor. It was tall, kind of dark and vaulted with an arched ceiling. The only lighting seemed to come from small, oblong windows near the ceiling with yellow tinted glass that let through a depressing, almost claustrophobic light. The walls were covered in dark wallpaper with purple gothic patterns. She ran her hand along it and it felt smooth and cold. Every so often arches would rise up, their columns making raised-relief ridges along the wall, the black marble interrupting the wallpaper.
�This has to be a dream�it feels like one,� she thought.

She stopped at yet another door, and rattled the doorknob. It was locked.
�Just like almost all the other ones,� she sighed. Nearly any door she had tried so far was shut and locked. She felt awkward. She felt watched. Though fully dressed, for some reason she lacked shoes. She had seen odd dreams before, certainly thanks to her obstinate second sight, but nothing like this.
�I�ve gone through many corridors and rooms. But there never seems to be some kind of end,� she thought, going through another archway, into another hallway. It was short and she ended up at a sort of sitting room or study with a dark Victorian-like fireplace, deep red wallpaper on the walls and narrow slide up windows that were shut fast, and nearly hidden behind heavy, dark red, satin curtains.
She walked over a thick, luxurious Persian rug and cast a glance up to the vaulted ceiling, cris-crossed with wooden beams and illuminated by an old looking chandelier that shed weak, soft light. It made the large room look almost eerie. It hardly had any furnishing aside from a dust-covered sofa, a small table and a table lamp.
But the picture hanging over the mantle was what caught her eye. �Mom�Dad,� she thought, striding straight towards it and reaching up at it with her hand.
She touched the surface and took in the subject: Her parents stood side by side, her father calmly yet affectionately having draped his arm around her mother�s shoulders. Her black hair was held up in a casual ponytail. His red hair was messy, as if someone had just ruffled his short cowlicks. Her green eyes were obviously happy as she seemed to burst with joyful energy and smile at the camera with a gesture of the arm as if to wave. He was more reserved and calm, just a faint smile lighting up the brown eyes. His face was covered in scars.
She ran her fingers along the surface of it with a look of longing on her face. She looked at her mother and smiled awkwardly. She always secretly wished she might look a bit like her mother someday. She envied her beauty.
�Y�know, Twig, I�m surprised that a shrew like you came from such a handsome couple.�
The remark had come from directly beside her ear, as if someone was leaning in directly behind her. She yelped in fright and stumbled aside, turning around and facing him.
�Wha�what are you doing here?!� she asked, completely indignant.
Dante�s only response was a faint chuckle as he took a step back, one hand on his waist. He was barefoot himself, but otherwise wearing a pair of pants, a shirt and his typical red coat. �You look like a lost puppy.�
She glared at him, her face burning up from the image of him naked zipping through her head for one more time. She stamped her foot a little and clenched her fists angrily. �Goddamn you! You pester me all day, are you going to start tormenting me in my sleep too?!�
He just kept chuckling. �What�s the matter? I thought you were dying to see me again!�
She avoided that trap. �Why are you even here?!�
He threw his arms out to the sides in a nonchalant gesture. �Who knows? This is all in your head, Twig, maybe mine too.�
She was getting increasingly frustrated and thus, less rational in what she was saying. �Then why am I seeing you in my head!? Get out, you nutcase!�
He just advanced towards her with a sly look. �You really want that? I don�t think I�d even be here if you didn�t want me to.�
She let a frustrated sound and retreated, turning around and heading straight to a door in the back of the room. She grabbed the doorknob and attempted to shake open but it simply wouldn�t turn. She glowered at it, refusing to believe it was locked.
�Need some help?� Dante teased from the back.
�You mind your business!� she said, frustrated. The door suddenly swung open with a loud bang and she stumbled outside from the force of the swing. She looked up and let a tiny gasp. Ahead of her lay an endless, almost, corridor. It was narrow, with low wiling and no windows. It seemed to be leaning sideways, like there was some design flaw, and the feeble light fixtures on the walls were mostly weak or not on at all, creating only very small pools of light in the depressing darkness. She hesitated.
�What�s the matter? Too scared to go on?� he mocked her.
She just shook her head, unable to tear her eyes away from the eerie corridor ahead. �No, I just--� she muttered. �You�re not doing this�are you?� she asked hesitant, glancing at him.
Dante just scoffed. �Like I�m spoiling it for you. Go on, why don�t you take that step? You wanted to leave after all.�
She frowned at his daring and then took a few brave steps into the corridor. It's floor was bare, black granite and froze her feet as she walked. She had the eerie sensation someone was watching her and as she furthered down the hall, she noticed eyes painted all over the walls. She actually stopped and stared at them, gulping.
�Better watch out, Twig,� he warned her from the door. ��Cuz a harmless dream might end up as a nightmare.�
She half turned to answer, �And what would you know about�� but she stopped as she felt the floor under her feet start moving and felt a slithering mass on her feet. She looked down and saw a small pile of snakes tangled around her feet, squirming and hissing at her.
She gave a small scream and leaped backwards, fumbling her footing and falling on her butt. She squirmed herself away from the snakes as they still hissed at her. �Are you doing this?! Why would you do such a thing, you freak!?� she said.
He laughed. �I�m not doing anything!� he said, but she found it hard to believe him.
He may really have been honest though, because knowing her phobia of spiders, he probably would not have done anything like what happened next. A whole horde of spiders the size of small cats came creeping along the hallway, rising up from the floor almost. They were black and red with eerie white eyes and scuttling hurriedly towards her with tiny high-pitched shrieks.
She let a terrified shriek and seemed to have a panic attack that made her freeze up. She didn�t do anything to get up or pull away from them, only covered her face and cowered, almost helpless. Dante�s grin froze and he looked actually alarmed at her reaction. �Stop! Stop it, please!! Stop!!� was all she kept screaming, still thinking it was his doing.
�Hey, get outta there�hey! Get up!� he said, but seeing her unresponsive, muttered a curse and strode in the corridor himself. He landed a hard kick to the spider coming closest to her, sending it flying.
�I�m always gonna have to save your little ass�even in your head!� he scoffed, grabbing her arm -not very gently- and pulling her up, then almost dragging her out the corridor and back into the previous room. He slammed the door behind them, after shoving her ahead slightly.
�You better drop that dumb haughty shrew act and thank me proper this time,� he said with a sort of sneer.
She staggered ahead, barely stopping against the armrest of the sofa, gripping the linen with her hands, still frantic from the sight of all those spiders. She hardly noticed how the room had changed, seemed to have shrunk around them, while the picture was gone. They were alone.
She looked up, miserable and gulped. She wondered how this dream had gone so wrong. �Th-thanks,� she stuttered, without paying attention.
Dante was not pleased with that alone. He strode up to her, seized her arm again and tugged her back, pinning her against the wall beside the door. �That�s it? Isn�t there something you�d like to tell me? Or did you just dream me up because you needed someone to kick you outta your arachnophobia?�
She glanced up at him, under messy hair. �Quit bullying me.�
�Oh, this ain�t bullying. I�m sick of your self-righteous act,� he snapped.

�I�m not self-righteous! You�re the one who�s poking into my head! Just leave me alone!� she protested, trying to pull away. �You know, if I didn�t know better, I�d say you�re in danger of paying me too much attention.�
As she pulled away, he simply stood back and smirked. �Like you�d complain,� he went on with a tone that read �I�m up to something and you don�t know what it is�. �I bet that�s just your wishful thinking. After what happened today? Hah, I bet the reason I�m here is because you dreamed about it.�
She stamped her foot again, in a sort of girlish impertinence. �Wishful thinking!� she echoed angrily. She let an awkward huff, as if that were true and she hated it. �You�re always assuming that!� she said, but didn�t sound so certain. �Hell, you might be so desperate you�re the one clinging to every little thing! You�re right, its my fault for thinking you actually gave a damn about how this is making me feel! Or about how anything you�ve done makes me feel!�
Dante seemed taken aback from that accusation and he actually had a surprised look on his face for about half a second before it turned into frustration. �Desperate? Look, bones, I could get any girl I want. Whatever makes you think I�m after you is beyond me!� he said, but there was something in tone that made the last statement sound rushed.
�Oh yeah, like I�m really interested in a self-centered brat with an ego big enough to bounce a dragon off it! Anything good about you is ruined by your damn arrogance! Mark my words!�
He seemed to react to that last statement and glared. He took a step closer to her, saying �Consider them marked, and while we�re at it, maybe I�d drop that arrogance if you stopped being such a bitch and admit you got some feelings for me. Guess that�s asking for too much though, since you like to bottle your feelings up and save �em for when it�s too late to have �em at all!� he scoffed. �That�s your problem, Twig, always finding something to be upset about instead of looking for some silver fucking lining!�
She shook her head. �You don�t get it. The fact is, Dante, I do like you, or at least, I try to. Because I think you might be worth it. But then you do something�something like this and you throw everything out the window. How can I like you then? You smother any silver lining!� she said, glaring at him with something of a pout to her look.
As if she was upset. �Because he�s seeing right through me?� she wondered. �Why am I feeling mad at him for knowing what I won�t admit�but that�s not true, is it?!�
Dante smirked slyly. �Yeah? Well looks like this is what it takes for you to see part your own cement walls! Like you got some kinda barrier between you and yourself!� he said, holding out his arms. �Take a good long look, Tess, �cuz I know when I�m gone this little fantasy will be all you got that ain�t a lie you�re telling yourself!�
She glared at him, looking really mad. �Liar!� she accused him. �You wouldn�t be here unless you wanted to.� She looked like she was going to snap and scratch his eyes out. He didn�t move when she suddenly stormed up to him. Not even as she reached up for his face. But instead of an attack, she only clamped her hands on his cheeks and moved her face really close to him. He thought she was about to kiss him, but the last moment she went off course and just pecked the tip of his nose gently.
�What about you, then, Mr.Dreamboy? What�s your fantasy?� she asked him.
He was a bit surprised, pleasantly so, and just stared back in her eyes. She looked�very attractive when she was feisty. He fell right in.
�My fantasy? You,� he muttered, moving his face closer, making their lips touch. Her lips were warm and her cheeks were just faintly red.
She smirked a little bit, but didn�t move away. When she spoke again her lips were brushing against his. �Me? But I�m just a �Twig��aren�t I?� she asked, only half teasing. �What�s the matter? Do you want to kiss me?� she went on, her eyes a little wide and somewhat wary. The charm she didn�t know she had was now coming into play.
Seeming surprised from her actions, he spoke softly. �Be my Twig,� he said assertively, their lips so close they were brushing against each other and neither was retreating. He looked like he was going in over his head but what he said suggested otherwise. He smirked a little. �I wanna do a lot of things to you. Kissing�s just one of them,� he admitted.
She giggled, but her face flushed a bit harder too. �Your Twig?� she giggled again, looking at him with a mischievous look. �I dare you, then. Double dare, triple dare, even. If you want me to be �your� Twig�then make me.�
He didn�t need second invitation. He pressed up to her, and fleetingly thought it was a shame this was just a dream. He seized her wrists and pulled them up around his neck then his arms snaked around her waist. He pushed her against one of the room�s walls assertively. He leaned in close and pressed his lips on hers. She smirked and shut her eyes when he leaned in. To balance out their height difference she stretched up to her toes and pulled his head closer gently.

�Too bad this is just a dream,� she thought, amazing herself. �A really good one�but still just a dream.�
She stroked his hair, liking how silky it felt. She always liked his hair, for some reason. It looked like it had a silver sheen sometimes. Dante felt her hand on the back of his head and his right hand seemed to pull itself from her waist. His heart raced impatiently as he found himself worrying where his hand would rest, but soon relaxed as it fell gently against her cheek. Her skin was cold but so smooth and soft he was a bit surprised.
Shuddering pleasantly from the new-found feeling, she smirked at him rather cutely before both were mutually drawn in again to kiss. When his tongue brushed against her lips, she unconsciously let them part and her hands pulled slightly at his neck to draw him closer, while she stood on her toes again and pressed her body against his.
With no need to pull her close as she was already leaning in to him, he just held her closely and eagerly responded to her kiss. Her tongue brushed softly against his and he slid his against it, massaging them together. He felt his body going numb. Whether it was the dream world or just how it was, the only thing he could feel was her body against his and the heat rising just as quickly as the kiss turned passionate. Unable and unwilling to pull away, they seemed to slide down against the wall. They ended up kneeling on the floor and he allowed himself to fall backwards, on his butt and unceremoniously pulled her onto his lap.
She surrendered to his moves completely and curled on his lap, still kissing him, her tongue stroking his and coaxing him to advance. The kiss got dramatically deeper and while her arm hugged his neck, the hand of the other slid along his shoulder and into his hair, awkwardly, trying to figure what she should be doing now.
Dante broke away from her for a moment; hovering less than an inch over her lips and muttered, "Don't be so nervous."
Immediately, he returned the kiss and his arms held her close still, pressing her against him. His hands hovered at the top of her pants, looking for some kind of sign to move on. Then, just the way she slid her tongue against his, it hit him. His hand slowly dragged along her womanly curves around her backside, his finger finding a crevice where the torso met the top of her leg. He tensed from his lust's call, but gently massaged that spot between her thighs with his middle finger.
Tess jumped a little bit and stiffened when his hand caressed her like that, but she breathed in, relaxed and settled, deciding it felt good...and it did! Their lips still smothered against each other and their tongues locked in a dance. She couldn't care less where she was, as long as she was with him.
Dante fidgeted uneasily to shift his weight so that he was now holding her close but at the same time starting to tilt sideways so that they both lay down. His lips still locked on hers and his tongue unrelenting, his arm came up from her buttocks to support her back as they started a controlled, short fall.
Tess hardly felt her back hitting the soft rug on the floor and it was okay. Her hand slid to his cheek and her fingertips trailed along his jaw-line, down his neck and she breathed in his scent; a mix of night, steel, power and fleeting gentleness. There was no doubt: she was his Twig already, right from the start, and she wasn't planning to ever let anyone else call her so. That was his right, only.
Dante's kiss dragged from her mouth, across her cheek and to her neck. She giggled softly. He gently sucked the right side of her neck, breathing heavy and his hands dragged his fingertips over every inch of her torso, cutting across her chest and the inside of her thighs every so often.
She shrugged a tiny bit, her face reddening, but she didn't stop him or protest. The first time his hands teased her thighs she tensed a little but involuntarily her tense loosened and her legs moved a little apart. Suddenly thrust into a world of new-found feelings, she felt scared for a moment, and searched for a part of him to grab onto. She clutched a bit at the sleeve of his red coat, which she had come to like on him, even if at first she'd thought it completely exaggerated and theatrical--and yet so suiting. She gulped a little nervously; her head tilted back and let a small sigh.
His lips found hers again as his hand caressed the curves of her waist and fell back to her butt. Tess tensed again but relaxed fast. Somehow although everywhere he touched her gave her a tingling sensation, it wasn't bad. It was weird, unknown, but not bad. A little roughly, but not taking it too far, he squeezed her butt, then moved his hand to the front, burying it ever so slowly in the front of her pants, palm-down. In fact, he was moving so slowly at this point, it seemed as if he was waiting for a slap or some other kind of protest from her.
A gasp escaped her when he squeezed her bottom a little but then she sighed audibly when his hand crept down to her crotch. Now that was weird. Normally she'd feel indignant and embarrassed, but he was making her feel good. Perhaps a little impatient as well. That was new. She hugged him closer.
"Are you going easy on me?!" she said in a slightly shaky voice, her face flustered.
He replied in a soft, assertive voice, "A little. Why, do you want me to kick it up a notch?"
Without waiting for reply, he shoved his hand all the way into her jeans and panties, groped around and finding a very definitive seam in her skin. Tess� eyes widened and she let a gasp at his groping. He smirked. Stroking the crevice with his middle finger for only a moment, he buried it in her core; slowly forcing it in as far as it would go before pulling it out about half way, then re-inserting it. He smirked wider; she felt warm and somewhat slippery. Inside her, he curled his finger, stroking the inside walls.
She tensed and actually arched up when his finger slipped in her. She let a small cry and stretching her arm along her side she clutched tightly at a handful of the soft rug.
Dante muffled her moan by covering her mouth with his. With one hand fondling her core, his other arm caught her behind the back as she arched from his touch. Her response to him turned him on. In fact, whether she noticed or not, he was getting harder by the moment. His grope was relentless and his kissing just as unforgiving. His heart calmed, but his breathing was still heavy. Not knowing -or caring- where exactly they were, he kept up his antics...for now.
His mouth kept stifling her moans and she felt herself pulled into him possessively as he kept teasing her like that. Her legs closed a little in a spasm of agony, but relaxed, then tensed again when he groped a particularly sensitive part. It was a little scary that he could bring out something so intense from her, like he knew things about her that she didn't. She loved his harsh kissing and the way his hands moved. She squirmed against him and ran a shaky hand along his arm and over to his toned chest then along his washboard abs. Feeling them gave her goose bumps. The same feel of her hand run from his chest to his stomach gave him a sublime sort of feeling, like he was a third on-looker watching them. She stopped at the rim of his pants. Feeling a little brave -and maybe somewhat unprepared- she ventured lower. Her eyes popped a little wide at the noticeable bulge.
�Holy�even blind I�d notice this!� she thought.

Not that she dared to look down there now; her head would go up in flames. Her face turned such a red color now that she looked a little funny. Her cold touch made him sort of tingly all over and forcing goose bumps upon his arms and legs. He felt high and he was certain it was a mix of her sweet scent and her cold but gentle touch. Then, feeling her first hesitation and at the same time that she was a little adventurous.
Responding with a small, content sigh, he took her reactions as a sign to move on. He pulled his hand from her pants and forced her arms into the air, removing her shirt before she could protest. She hadn't yet, and he doubted she would now. She gasped soundlessly and briefly felt worried whether he'd make fun of her lack of adequate chest size.
"I never thought I�d worry about my chest�especially in a dream," she thought to herself, blushing.
She stared up at him curiously and a little bit cautiously, wondering what he was going to do next. So far he had made her breath shallow and her heart race to near exhaustion, in the sweetest torture there was.
Dante didn't look long. Just a glance, then his gaze met her face and he saw her turn red with internal conflict. Smiling devilishly at her, he moved his face toward her left breast, caressing the underside of her nipple with his tongue, then pulled away to gently blow on it. Her eyes widened, then shut and she sighed in want. That had been strange--but she didn't want him to stop doing it! His eyes were fixed on hers, and he could see her reactions. His eyes then closed and lips parted as he hovered over her and pressed them against hers again.
Just the fact that he appreciated her rather humble charms was exciting her. She hugged him, wanting just as badly to kiss him and fumbled with his coat, with shaky hands, trying to get it off him or something. She wanted to see him and feel him against her skin, not his clothes.
She wanted him.
Offering a helping hand, the slayer smiled under her kiss and squirmed out of his coat as she tried to get it off of him. When his arms were made available again, he snaked his right arm around her waist and to her back, kneeling over her and pulling her up to him using his strength alone, to lock his lips with hers again. His hands got busy undoing her pants. He loosened them. His free hand then hooked around the back of the jeans, and he pulled. Without warning, her pants slid down her legs and right off.
Her eyes shot open and she pulled back to stare incredulously at him as her pants came off, a little hazed at how they had come off so easily. She stared with a clueless, surprised look on her face, up at him. She got a little bit scared, shrugging her shoulders a little, curious and cautious all the while. It hadn't hurt or anything, but it was a little bit unnerving. But somehow, that suddenly wasn't an issue. Like every time he looked back at her, or because he held her so close, she felt safe enough to relax and give in.
Dante loved the feel of her bare skin against his. Surprisingly soft and her scent was nearly delicious. He felt her legs absently shuffle under his, but his pants were still on. Not that he complained. He was simply grateful she'd let him drive her this far. His hand burrowed right back under her black panties and his middle finger found her core once more. Tess let little sounds of suppressed excitement, then tensed and bucked slightly when he assaulted her womanhood sensually again, making her sigh and moan, tensing. Caressing her inside walls, he noticed just how wet she was, like she was craving him.
Lucky for him, she couldn't tell just how bad he was craving her. Granted, he was stiff as a board, but an erection will only tell a woman so much about a man. Deciding, though, that he wouldn�t wait anymore, he gently laid her down and pulled his lips from hers. Kissing her jaw-line down to her neck, then down her collarbone and between her breasts, his kiss turned into a lick with the underside of his tongue. She let a little pleased giggle as it glided from the bottom of her rib cage to the rim of her panties.
Kneeling upright again, he tugged at the rim of her underwear, slowly sliding it off of her legs and off from around her feet, tossing them casually aside as he smirked at the sight of a pentacle tattooed on the left side of her pelvis, where the leg met the torso.
She bit her lips together awkwardly a little, as he pulled off her panties and finally had the courage to look up at him and smile, a little slyly.
�What, like what you're seeing?" she teased a bit.
He returned her smile with a rather devilish one. "You have no idea!" he said, making her giggle at his reply and honestly complimented, she hugged him, running her hands down his now bare back. The feeling of his muscles was incredible.
Spreading her legs with his knees, he crawled into place over her, breathing heavy still, and forced his mouth over hers, sliding his tongue against hers again with such heated passion that beads of sweat formed along his forehead. Her cool, soft touch excited him to 'maximum capacity' and the bulge in his pants innocently brushed against the seam in her skin time and time again as the two shared a heated lover's kiss.
While they kissed, absorbed more in the dance of tongues than what their hands were up to, she snaked her fingers along the rim of his pants, fingers of one hand gently snaking under the cloth. She squirmed a bit, and her crotch rubbed against his a few times, making her head tingle with excitement and anticipation. She shuddered softly when that happened, and grinned awkwardly and happily.
Dante instinctively sucked in his stomach as if to make room for her hand to move freely beyond the rim of his pants. Shuddering once at her hand's touch, his phallus replied with a strong, involuntary flex. Still brushing against her seam every so often, he found his hands raking her skin, up the inside of her thigh ever so slowly, as if he was absorbing her through his fingertips.
She loved his hands already and sighed softly, venturing her hand deeper down his pants, till her fingertips brushed against a tuft of soft hair. That's when her curiosity finally took over from her hesitation. She sat up some and rather actively fumbled with his pants. She bit down on her lips to stop whatever sound would come up, be it a giggle or a gasp or an exclamation of surprise. This time around she was determined to take the sight of it calmly! Or, at least try to.
Dante sat back, letting her shaking hands fumble as she tried to undo his pants. His hands clasped over hers as he now guided their movements, effectively helping her unbutton his pants. She unzipped them and he squirmed slightly to help get them off, musing her reactions all the while. True, she handled the sight better this time around. She froze up for a moment when she saw his erect manhood, and for a moment she wondered "Wha--did I get him that hard?!" and her face turned bright red.

He was impressive for a sixteen-year-old. Not only did he obviously have experience, he was just above average size as well, some twenty centimeters or so. She wasn't a naive child and out of sheer curiosity had flipped through erotic magazines and art and was familiar with penises...not to mention she had seen him naked earlier -though that was sheer chance- even an uninitiated virgin like her could tell that he was more than well-endowed. She was tempted to touch it, but didn't dare. His smile was relentless and so very sly, like he knew something. She certainly looked pleased with what she saw, even if she didn�t realize it.

He gave her that sly smile and got her out of her awkward position, taking the initiative. She let herself completely to his antics as he gently guided her back to the ground, lying down and closing her eyes as he kissed her again, teasing her. She hugged him close to her, wrapping her arms behind his neck, fondling his hair. He pressed his lips against hers and glided his tongue against her lips. Again, his phallus rubbed up against her, except there was no clothing boundary. She shuddered happily at the warmth of his shaft and moaned, arching a bit against him.
Excitements soared and his heart was practically in his throat. Finally unable to control his lust, he fidgeted to mount her, slowly penetrating her. She clung to him tightly when his shaft burrowed in her, letting a small squeak of pain. He kept going slowly, testing the reaches of her vaginal walls. Not sure if it hurt or not, she let him go as far in as he wanted, the sensation of something large entering her being awkward, fascinating and exciting all together. Her legs twitched and bucked slightly, one of them bent and involuntarily folded around his waist as if to keep him there.
Deeper and deeper he went, and he loved how tight she was. He didn't feel at all like he was going to give in just yet, but his body started to shiver with excitement. She almost took him all in, but he dared not press the virgin's limits. He didn�t want to hurt her. She tightened her grip on him, letting small moans as he went in deeper. She threw her head back and moaned. She was panting, her chest heaving with every breath. This newfound pleasing sensation was intoxicating and a bit scary in how fast it was increasing itself. She hugged him tightly.
"D-Dante," she moaned quietly.
Still taking charge, he ran his hand down her other leg and slowly wrapped it around him as the other had done. Keeping his lips pressed to hers, he began coming out, then reinserted. He was moving very slowly, but very fluidly. He felt her tense, as if it hurt, but kept going slow. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her. Holding back some very pleased sighs and grunts, all he could focus on was how warm she felt and how her body seemed to fit against his like a glove. As some time passed, he felt her hips move with his and the friction between them upped their pleasure. He couldn't hold back a very satisfied grunt. He picked up the pace some, waiting to see if she'd make him slow down.
She moaned against his lips, her fingers raking his back in agony, and her pelvis involuntarily picking his pace and moving according to it. The faster or harsher it got the more she liked it. For a moment it was as if this wasn't her, but a completely different part of her she wasn't aware of. Her legs' tightened around his waist and she moaned every time he thrust in her, wanting more by the minute. Her touch felt warmer and the closer they gravitated the more exciting it was. She wanted to shout in pleasure but was embarrassed to, and contented herself to moan and sigh, almost saying his name sometimes.
As he noticed she was responding very well to his quickened pace, he assumed she was used to him by now. He began thrusting faster and harder. His right hand came around to her left breast, and he massaged it roughly, but not painfully so. His lips trailed from hers and followed her cheek to her neck. He nibbled the side of her neck for a moment before sucking on it hard. His thrusts were unforgiving and a tingling pleasure traveled from his penis, around his back and up his spine, sending him in a high state of bliss and passion. His lips moved again to her right ear and he whispered slyly, "You feel so good, Tess" before nibbling on her earlobe.
Every thrust, every touch and every kiss was a new assault of pleasure on her senses. She moaned; her fingers raking his back and her nails left faint red marks. In the flurry of sensations she felt, he added the very intimate whispering in her ear. That made the blush return deeper than ever to her cheeks and her eyes peeled wide. It came as such a shock to her because for a very long time she had gone on without much intimate or even close human contact and wasn't used to such affectionate words directed to her. Whether it was the excitement of what he said, or just how good everything else was, she felt something like vertigo, or along the edge of blacking out. She shut her eyes, fearing tears might escape--tears she had no idea why she wanted to shed. Moans came forth from her throat and her legs twitched around his waist. Her nipples were rock hard. Her walls contracted around his shaft, as her pelvis rocked against him. By general standards he was pretty rough, but surprisingly she loved every moment of it.

"Y-Yeah," she panted quietly. "You feel�great too."
She could hardly form words in her head, let alone say them. She was starting to see white. It felt like she was going over the edge of some abyss, and for a moment, it scared her. She was scared of crossing that threshold alone. She gave a gasp and clung to him in need. "Aaah!" a small moan escaped her, as she fought to hold back a scream of delight.
Dante seized her in his arms, pulling her back off the floor and leaning back, brought her to straddle his lap as he knelt. She gave another gasp and her head pressed against his shoulder. Their hips still swerved together and he took this downtime to push himself inside her a little further. She moaned, her legs bucking faintly. He was only some three centimeters away from being taken all in, panting at the height of his lust. She was still tight, so delightfully wet and warm. Slowly he pushed his way inside, keeping alert for the smallest sign of displeasure.

"Aaa-ahhh! Its...aah," she moaned.
She couldn't believe he could go any deeper into her, but alas he was! A small sharp pain seared her insides, but it was gone before she could even register it, buried under another wave of pleasure as he thrust deeper into her. She tilt her head back and moaned, not sure what she was doing. She just followed her instincts, not her mind. Hugging his head closer to her body, it pressed against the nape of her neck.
Dante was unable to register the numerous things happening at once, so instead welcomed the thoughts one at a time. She was responding so well to every advancing touch he made, turning him on more. He was now completely inside her. His face was pressed into her neck and he nibbled at her skin madly, his hand sliding up to cup one of her supple breasts and massage it. Maybe what was said about witches was true. Each thrust now became it's own dose of ecstasy as her walls contracted around his shaft. Every curve of her body, every gasp for air, every moan of pleasure that she made turned him on so much, he felt his shaft flex inside her as these thoughts finally registered. She clung to him in delight and moaned as he pumped. And at last, they both could feel the end coming.
But they never went all the way.
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�Tess!! Wake up!! I�ve got work for your lazy little butt!� Roy shouted, banging on her door.
Tess felt like falling from a great height onto her bed as she woke up with a jolt, eyes peeled open in surprise. She shot upright, panting.
�What�the hell was I dreaming about?!� she thought, combing hair off her face with a hand.
She glanced about her room, illuminated by the gloomy morning light of the window. She looked up at the dre am catcher hanging from the light fixture. She realized something was a little off about it, particularly the stone in the middle. But she couldn�t pay it attention immediately. She felt weird.
�Shit�I was dreaming about having sex with�that�s messed up!� she told herself.
But she squirmed and realized her lower body felt weird and very warm. She lifted her cover and yelped. She could see a wet stain around her crotch and her panties looked soaked.
�No way,� she thought, reaching down with her hand, not realizing why.
She touched her crevice, outside the underwear and felt like she was electrocuted with a small jolt and her legs tightened around her hand. She pulled her hand back, shocked at how sensitive her core felt. And she was definitely soaked.
�I�I was so turned on,� she thought, embarrassed. She felt hot and bothered, so much that her loins were nearly aching.
She tried to shuffle out of bed, but felt another shudder ran over her, making her drop back on the bed and curl up with her arm between her legs. �This�is messed up. But it feels�good,� she thought. �I bet it�s because of what happened yesterday.�
She slipped her hand into her panties and her fingers found her crevice. �Aaah�its so warm,� she thought. �Never got like this before.�

She slipped two fingers in and caressed the clitoris, squirming and biting at the bed sheet to stifle her moans. She felt so annoyed since in her dream she had been so close and yet now she didn�t feel like that.
�Damn you, Dante.�
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