Disclaimer: Devil May Cry is not mine, I own a shirtless Dante plushy!

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Lady awoke with the sun on her face and an ache in her head.

She squinted against the light as her head swam, trying to think why she would be waking in such pain in the first place.

Groaning, she rolled over on the unfamiliar mattress to get away from the sun and found her self resting atop of something.

A warm and breathing something.

Lady paled as she opened her eyes to find her cheek pressed against a muscular torso.

She took one look at the mystery mans face and screamed.

Loudly.

Dante (for he is the said man) immediately shot into an upright position and winced.

His head hurt too.

“Wha? Wazza time? There demons ‘round?” He asked stupidly from sleep.

A red flush arose on Lady’s pale face “The only demon around is you! Why are we in the same bed! No, the same vicinity!” She cried.

Dante’s sleep filled blue eyes cleared, and he grinned roguishly at the seething demon huntress next to him.

“Heh, wondered how long it would take for me to bed you.’ He remarked, lying back casually with his left hand behind his head “too bad though, I guess I got too fucked up last night and I don’t remember shit.’ He turned to Lady and a lecherous look spread across his face “So… Was it good for you?”

Dante barely had time to think before she was straddling him with her fist drawn back into a punching stance.

A fire burned in her two-toned eyes “Good… For… Me? Like hell! What the fuck did you do to me, you sick bastard!” She demanded.

Dante stared up at the beautiful girl, whose taut thighs rode his naked waist, wishing somehow the situation was just a little different.

“Firstly, I didn’t do Jack to you that I can remember and secondly, if you wanna preserve your modesty you should probably cover up, though I kinda hope you won’t.”

Lady glanced down at herself and yelped, realizing she only wore her white blouse whose buttons had somehow vanished and black cotton panties.

Dante laughed as she scrambled for the bed sheet, which she wrapped around her body.

“Stop laughing, devil boy! It isn’t funny!” She yelled, on the verge of shrieking.

“Come on babe, chill.’ Dante said, raising his empty palms in a sign of peace “How about you get back into bed and we do some… overtime.” He said, his eyes traveling the curves of her body.

She narrowed her eyes “Fuck you.”

Dante raised an eyebrow “Well, yeah. That’s about what it translates to.” He winked at her and she blushed crimson.

“That’s it! I don’t know what happened last night, and I’m not sure I want to! All I know is that my head hurts, I woke up next to you, and I never want to see you again ever!” She yelled, her voice bordering on hysterical.

Dante’s eyes widened “Whoa, hold up babe! Calm down!” Sure, they had their differences, but Dante didn’t want to never see her again.

“Oh, save it!” she yelled, marching for the door.

She never even got within reach of it before an invisible force seemingly picked her up and threw her back onto the bed, where she landed on top of Dante for yet another time that morning.

They just stared at each other, shocked.

“Umm, hi?’ Said Dante lamely “Looks like things are a little more complicated then I first thought…”

Lady nodded, sometimes words just seem to fail people.

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Heh, this has been done a million times, but it’s always fun.