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“Dante! Hurry up! The show is about to come on!!”
“No! Don’t let it start without me!” Dante skipped the last step of the stairs, which he shouldn’t had since it nearly sent the bowl of popcorn in his hands crashing into the wall, his momentum increasing from sliding across the wooden floor in his socks that matched a pair of his girlfriend’s that they both wore for the day. Trish teased him relentlessly and he told everyone else that they were a gift from his babe, not really mentioning exactly who it was; funnier to see and hear their guessing reactions, especially when asked what did she look like. “She’s smokin hot, I know that! And she looks very pretty all the time! Nero knows her.” Why him out of all people? Dante would just grin and shrug. “That’s my bud.”
He did however rub it in Lady's face, taunting her about how she had no one to match with, or anyone to rub her hands after pulling gun triggers all day. He said that her constant nagging and selfishness would keep her single and joked that she missed a perfect shot with him years ago. “See, this could be you I’m matching with but you’re a bitch.”
“Dante, I wouldn’t match with you even on my deathbed!”
He liked it though, matching with his girlfriend, coming home to her pampering—it all felt fun and great, and Dante didn’t think he was so lonely anymore. He got used to sharing moments with her that only they knew about. Like watching ‘Martian Invaders’ every Saturday night since she moved in. She convinced him to get a TV so that he wouldn’t be bored in between jobs and upon trying to figure out how to work the thing, Dante paused on a rather intriguing actioned packed animated show that caused him to have a seat and forget about putting together the TV stand to go with the new TV.
“Babe! I thought you were going to get that thing built and set up so you wouldn’t have to hire anyone to, not watch it on the floor. That’s not a very safe place for it anyways.”
“Huh? Oh yeah, go ahead and just take a 20 out the desk. Bring me back a cheese pizza too.” Dante’s eyes mirrored flashing lights as he stared mesmerized at the TV screen, not even paying the slightest attention to what his girlfriend said. Stretched out on his side with one leg flat out and the other bent, Dante lounged to the fullest extent with his large fist supporting his head right up under his jaw.
“What, take a 20 out—what the hell are you talking about? And no more cheese pizza! You have a bad history with just cheese! What are you watching that has you speaking nonsense?”
“Check out this show! These guys are bad ass. They have laser guns! I want one!”
“Dante! Fix the TV stand. Aren’t you too old to…be…watching…hey! He’s pretty hot, kinda reminds me of you.” She said, taking a seat right next to him, enticed with the raven-haired character on the screen. “Check out those dashing eyes.”
Dante rolled his eyes at the animated competition.
And ever since that day, the TV got moved up to the bedroom, the phone got unplugged and the front door locked. No matter what they had planned during the week, Saturday’s were their day to unwind with each other but most importantly tune into their now favorite show.
~~
A marathon begun, and the two had their greasy, unhealthy snacks ready in a pile on the bed, the front door locked and the office lights out ensuring no disruptions. “Is it wrong that I told Morrison that the shop wasn’t going to pass code, so it needed to close for a few days in order for me to get it together?”
“But in reality, we’re going to figure out if Captain Zero gives into the Almighty Force Power in order to save the Yaga village and if Orez is actually his brother and he didn’t actually die in the flood!? Oh my god! I’m going to literally lose it if they’re brothers.”
“You’re damn right we are!” Dante tossed a handful of popcorn in the air, catching what landed to his mouth—which wasn’t much of anything but hope. “Just me and you, baby.” he racked the rest on the floor, intending to clean it up later.
They submerged themselves into their guilty pleasure, making it through the latest episode and several others, but the re-runs were like the back of Dante’s hand—he knew them well and rather had spent the time and energy he needed to watch them doing something else.
Like catching his girlfriend’s attention away from Captain Zero.
“Mm, we’ve seen this one at least five times now, wouldn’t you rather watch me shoot a gun instead?”
“You know I can’t stand the sight of blood, especially coming from you.”
“Damn, babe. I said watch me work not get mauled.” Dante chuckled and gently pushed her, moving to loom over her with sensual eyes. Lust swam in the waves of his mind, but his stubborn actions wouldn’t allow him to save himself from drowning. Dante wanted to touch her, taste her and make sure to remind her that she belonged to him, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t touch her beyond her wrists or remove her clothes; their time together meant for memories not sexual pleasure.
His cock didn’t even get hard despite how pressed against her frame his own body was. Dante knew by now that he loved her, but he felt a certain pride in knowing that he didn’t get aroused at every encounter with her.
“I thought you said it’s dangerous out in the streets for a ‘hot piece’ like myself?”
“Yeah, but big daddy is here to protect you.” Dante gave her a wink and a quick kiss before backing away to let her stand. “I really want to show you something.”
“Show me something?”
“Yeah! And it’s better than a rotten demon. Come on, get dressed!” Dante insisted that she follow him, despite her protest of it being their day for doing absolutely nothing with one another, he assured her that what he had to offer would indeed fit into their festivities, however.
“Okay then, you win. Show me.”
And he did.
Dante took her to somewhat of an abandoned area once beyond the no trespassing fence but upon chasing a demon one day, he stumbled in a field of what he thought to be jagged terrain and broken cliff sides. However, beneath him stuck clusters of crystals.
“Thought you may have found this fascinating. I’m not sure where they came from—the cliff breaking off I assume revealed this hidden treasure. What’d ya think?” Dante mentally patted his brain for coming up with such a thoughtful and loving idea.
His babe enjoyed shiny things, like stars and diamonds—two precious and out of his reach, but he wouldn’t let her down with what he lacked. Dante made up for them in his own sense and going out of his way meant so damn much to her that it brought her to tears every time. She smiled and of course took his hand, gazing down at the sparkling bed of iridescent heaven. “It’s beautiful, Dante.”
“Ya, I figured you’d like it! Had a time with the pile of garbage that led me here. As I pulled my sword from that thing’s chest, I said ‘Hey! You know who would appreciate these?’” he kissed the…whatever he kissed wasn’t her forehead, but maybe her hairline. Tall man—shorter woman, things tend to not match up, but she switched from holding his hand to what Dante would describe as ‘trying to break him in half’ by hugging his waist so tight. “You ever wake up and raise the blinds, and everything starts to glow?”
Her face wrinkled at his question, but she nodded, picturing herself in front of a window pulling back the curtains and obsessing over the warm sunlight. She looked up to her half smiling boyfriend who watched off in the distance, his mind one place and his words another.
“Yeah, I know that feeling. I enjoy it because it wakes me up and makes me feel warm and ready for the day.”
“Yeah, that’s what it’s like when I come home and see you. Don’t take that away from me, dear. Don’t steal my sunshine, ever.”
She swallowed, unable to articulate her words properly but her lips moved on their own accord. “Dante, where’s this coming from? Why would I take away your happiness, babe?”
“I heard you talking to Nero about wanting to go back because you felt out of place and lonely here. I’m sorry that you haven’t made any new friends, but is our time together not enough for you?” Guilty, she didn’t speak. So, Dante continued to get a few things off his chest. Not originally why he brought her to such an intimate place but feeling like he wouldn’t get another chance to show her something so special wouldn’t allow him to enjoy the moment to the fullest. “Why can’t you meet me half way with this relationship thing?”
“I…Dante, I do want to be here with you, but I’m not even sure what to do with myself half the time. I don’t want to get in your way when you’re working so I just stay upstairs until you get done. Honestly, that’s boring and I don’t know my way around town so roaming the city feels scary as shit to do alone. I’m sorry if I made you feel like I don’t like being with you. I’m just homesick and lonely in my own way.”
Dante could agree with her whole situation, but damnit, he had emotions too.
No one spoke for at least five minutes and the surrounding air hummed gently whenever the breeze would flow over the crystallized cliff side. Her grip loosened but she still stuck to Dante letting her sadness disappear from the realization that she didn’t need to be surrounded by all her old friends to feel peace.
“Dante, this right here tops Martian Invaders…being here with you up so high. It’s scary, but I’m by your side so it’s like…not as frightening.”
“You could go cling to Nero’s side back home if you want.”
“Don’t be a dick.”
Dante top lip raised, but he let it go. “It’s only been a month since you left, and it feels like you been here forever.”
“That doesn’t bother you?”
“Sweetheart, nothing that has happened in my life previously has been as exciting as having you around every day. You had your best friend to flirt with, while the only women that came in the shop were to tell me about a job. Now I have you around to tell me about stuff, and I like that.”
She smiled softly and took Dante’s hands in her own, now in front of him. “I like it too.”
“What can I do to make you feel less bored?”
“I guess it would be nice to get familiar with the city, so I don’t have to depend on you to take me places, but how can you do that when you’re always busy?”
Dante thought for a minute and came up with a solution. “How about Trish shows you around? You two seem to like spending my money so why not just go do it together?”
“I don’t want to be a bother to her.”
“Nonsense! Trish ain’t doing anything. Watch, I’ll call her when we get home and ask her to take you out.”
“Dante…”
“It’ll be fun!” he assured, raising his arms in triumph but picking his girlfriend up in the process.
**Another Saturday**
So many dresses, skirts, shirts—clothing in general surrounded her in a taunting pile with loose hangers dangling for dear life in the collars of the tops, or the many bottoms that either had hangers or didn’t. Either way returns were stacked to high hell for the night, ensuring she would miss time with her boyfriend.
“I hate Saturdays! It’s like everyone comes in just to play dress up and leave us with the mess of cleaning it up.”
“When can we leave?”
The other woman working scoffed, “Do you see these clothes? I’d say in the next 20 years.”
“I don’t have time for this! Dante…he’s going to be so upset.” She mumbled, looking over to the pile the lady pulled items of clothing from while more fell.
“We just have to at least get them hung up on the return racks. It won’t look as bad if we leave things like that, let morning crew sort it out.” The lady shrugged and smiled slyly.
Trish was a huge help in getting Dante’s girl familiar with parts of the city. So, well that she ended up finding a job at one of the boutiques, though her man said she didn’t need it. She insisted on having her own income, and that she didn’t mind pitching in to help with the bills in the shop since now she lived there too. Even though Dante would throw a fit and “joke” that it only would be temporary before she ran off. This didn’t sit well with her considering what happened in the past when she felt to be on her own. He apologized and claimed he’d forgotten all about the incident—which he did, but it wasn’t enough for her to not feel hurt by it even still.
So, things went on the fence between the two, tittering between accusations and unclear emotions, much like it’d many times before, and more than once the two question if moving together was a good idea or not.
“I don’t know what to do, Ro. This past month has been hard, nothing like the first month. Now I guess the novelty of moving together has worn off.”
“Honestly, it sounds like you two need more than just a day to spend together. Why not just take the whole weekend and make it yours?”
And she wanted to suggest this to Dante but didn’t want any sign that she got the idea from her best friend, him claiming that there still were unanswered feelings between the two.
“You could talk to Trish instead.”
“Why? So, you could hound her for information about what I said?”
“You think I have time to listen to your noise and gossip?” Dante could be a dick.
Nevertheless, she still grumbled every Saturday she couldn’t spend with her cranky, old man because of work.
“We’re almost done!”
“Thank goodness.”
“What’s got you in such a hurry to get out of work?” the other lady chuckled mildly as she adjusted a flyaway hair floating in the air from her head without even glancing in the mirror.
“I hate Saturdays, always so long and drawn out…”
“Is that all?” she smirked. She’d seen Dante before bothering her at work, switching the hangers around so that the price tag had one size and the little colorful clips said something else. They disliked whenever he came in. So, she wasn’t stupid. She knew she had another reason for so adamantly wanting to leave.
“Yeah…” she trailed off with a squinted stare as she hung a shirt back on its hanger.
“Sure, it isn’t because of your friend that comes in here to pester you?” the other lady winked.
Staying neutral with her response, Dante’s girlfriend quietly hung a pair of pants and continued to pick at the pile of clothes but suddenly the other lady stopped her.
“I get it, go ahead and leave. I’ll say the clothing rack collapsed and this is the result.”
“Thank you, I owe you one!” she literally ran to clock out.
~~
“Wow…” Dante had to blink a few times since it felt like his eyes were deceiving him. Never had he seen her so dolled up and the best part is that it all was for him.
“What’s wrong?” her brow creased in the middle.
“You look damn amazing, babe. Did you go shopping after work?”
A big smile and a skip or two of her heart made her step closer to her man; he always knew just what to say that would leave her blushing. “I did! You like it?”
“I damn sure do.” Dante grinned, “I thought you said this was going to be a simple dinner outing? I feel like you’re hogging all my spotlight.” Such a show off, he knew he looked good, but not better than his babe.
“Oh, please. You can share it!”
Dante held this unbreakable gaze with her for a moment, both admiring one another for the longest before he cleared his throat and took an awkward step back. “I’m just impressed with how nice you look, babe.”
“Oh, Dante. Cut it out, I can’t take anymore compliments or I’ll turn into mush.”
“I’d roll around in you.” Dante leaned over and kissed her, giving her a hug in the process. “Now let’s go eat.”
~~
She smiled and dipped her fork in her spinach pasta as she brushed the tip of her heel against Dante’s knee, watching him tense up and try his best to appear neutral by her antics. He cleared his throat, his jaw sharp as he looked up from his plate. “You want me to cut you up instead?” Dante’s breath caught in his throat the very moment she pressed her foot against the side of his knee once more.
“No, big daddy.” She smiled, “I don’t."
“Then put your feet where they belong.”
“Yes sir.”
Dante’s face twisted at the obedience and submission she showed, enjoying it way more than he cared to admit during dinner time. “Only a good girl when we’re out in public.”
“I’m a good girl for you all the time, especially at home.”
"You do a fine job," Dante said with a pleased smile. He leaned forward and smirked, stopping just before his butt left the seat. “A damn fine job.”
Sliding her foot out of her heel and past his knee, she watched as he switched from chewing his food to sucking on the corner of his lip the closer, she crept to his semi-hard dick.
“You know what else is a ‘fine job’? You, baby.” She extended her leg and pressed her foot near his balls and smiled—as Dante did his best not to give in by shifting so obviously in his chair. “God did his best when he created you—took out his finest tools and sculpted you from gold.”
He snorted at such a high level of praise. “Whoa now, sweetheart. Don’t earn yourself a ring.” Dante slowly and gently took the hand with a fork in it, making her drop the item. “You’re such a keeper.”
She flushed a deep crimson and used her other hand to pick her fork back up. “I’m here to stay, my love.”
“I like that.” Dante nodded, tilting his head to the side, “For how long though?”
“For as long as you can stand me.”
He hummed low in his throat and scooted his chair back, moving to her side in a crouched sort of way. “I’ll be sure not to get tired of you then.” Dante curled his index and thumb around her chin, gently coaxing her in for a sweet kiss that didn’t go unnoticed by nearby tables.
She gasped at the sudden display of affection but responded by cupping his jaw, kissing him with just as much passion, even nibbling at his bottom lip. Dante grunted and quickly took a seat, feeling his blood all drain to his cock causing it to become heavy.
“I set myself up for that.”
“Finish your dinner, big daddy. Then you can have dessert.” She purred, finding Dante’s lap again with her toes. She pressed firmly but not enough to cause pain into the hard lump in his pants, pleased when his expression tightened.
“Yes ma’am.” Dante huffed out a breath through his nose, reaching under the table and holding her foot there so that he could grind against it. He continued to brush his thumb against her ankle as he gazed at her, eating his meal with his free hand. “I think a gold chain with look good around here.”
“An anklet?”
“Whatever—you want one?” Dante offered with a raised brow. “I know where to get one, a real nice one too. Belongs to a goddess, but my babe could gladly take her place and rock it instead.”
She smiled and impulsively brushed her fingers against her lips. "What’s gotten into you tonight? You’ve been quite the giver."
“Well, you make me a happy, old man. The least I can do is give you the world, right?”
The butterflies inside her chest fluttered widely and she couldn’t do anything but continue to grin. She said nothing, wiggled her toes and applied mild pressure, giving Dante more to thrust into. A muffled moan low enough for only her ears to hear made her go for her glass of water, gulping more down than she planned. “Dante…”
“I love ya.”
“I love you, honey.”
There’s a chuckle and a saucy smirk on her lover’s face as he sipped his wine. Occasionally whiskey became cheap for Dante’s taste buds, and he would need something classier to soothe his thirst. One problem with the switch was also the number of glasses he would consume, because to him drinking wine felt like eating drunk grapes. So, it wasn’t his fault if he got inebriated after—he only was doing well by eating his fruit. He rolled his half-opened eyes at the sticky pet name and cleared his throat. “I have to pee.”
“Well, go pee then, big boy.”
Dante hummed for a minute and sucked food from his teeth before tossing the napkin in his lap on the table. “I have to pee,” he repeated, taking off in the general area of the restrooms. He paused, and then smirked when he heard the sound of her heels echoing behind him.
~~
Dante pulled his mouth off of her neck abruptly, frowning up at her with wet lips from their surroundings. “I can’t fuck you here in the parking lot.”
The crumbling of the dinner receipt became less crunchy between her fist that now had the lapels of his jacket clenched between them. She kissed him hard, backing into the driver side door in the process. “Why can’t you?” she whispered, glancing around at their surroundings between another car, their own and a bush. “It’s kind of dark here, and we don’t need to be naked.”
“I don’t know, babe. I like to look at all of you when we do it.” Dante grinned, opening the driver side back door for her to sit down. He sat in the driver seat looking back over the headrest at her stretched out and got an idea. “You’re right, we don’t need to be fully undressed.” Quickly moving from his seat, Dante made sure she stayed stretched out across the back and that the doors stayed open as well. He kneeled in front of her, ignoring the dirt ruining the knees of his pants. He wouldn’t wear them again and if he did go back to another fancy restaurant, then he could get a new pair.
“Dante, what are you—” a soft breeze silenced her, her legs parting ways as her dress bunched around her stomach. The car light long went out, but the moonlight and outdoor hanging lamps of the restaurant gave Dante enough to see, not that he needed any. He moved closer, grazing a hand over her goosebump covered stomach.
“You’re beyond sexy.”
“What’s beyond sexy?”
“You, duh. I just told you, nerd.” Dante kissed her knee, and then the other. “Listen next time.”
She sighed. “If you weren’t cute…”
“You’d kick me in the face, wouldn’t you?”
“You wouldn’t be between my legs, that’s what.” She sat up straight so he could kneel comfortably between her legs. Dante wrapped his hands around her ankles pushing her knees upwards into her chest.
"Its not easy being this sexy. You end up having to taste pretty babes out in a parking lot." He said with a smile. Next, Dante disappeared from her view, mildly obscured by her bunched dress around her hips. She felt a cool breeze around her intimate area, and then the sensation intensified with the first lick to her soft pussy.
“Oh fuck, Dante.” She could literally hear him purring in satisfaction from tasting her. It was no mystery that her man became obsessed with her body, often unashamed to touch her even in the most public of places. He’d grab her ass, or casually slide his hand across her chest, pretending to reach for something he could just had walked around to get. She could recall times where she would exit the shower and have a pair of admiring eyes just watching her every move. Dante studied her, amazed at how each ounce of her flesh came together to make something so beautiful. She noticed how attentive he became to tiny bruises or scratches that she didn’t even pay attention to. “Hey, you, okay? Looks like you bumped your elbow.” he would point out.
Dante brushed his fingers up the back of her thighs while looking in her general direction, though her dress blocked out most of the view of her. Something like a moan shivered from her lips at the wet smooches placed on her intimacy, but she could only focus on the distant chattering in the parking lot. Of course, he could hear it as well, but Dante pushed the skirt of her dress aside, satisfied to finally see her reddened face. “Hey, pretty girl.” He gazed at her with a knowing smirk.
Sitting up, she wore a pout. Her lips raw and wet from her constant biting and sucking them. “Why here and now? Why not at home?”
“Couldn’t wait any longer, baby, and its not a good idea to keep me waiting.” Keeping one hand wrapped around one of her ankles, Dante pulled the leg towards him, peppering kisses along the side of her calf.
She likes the position she’s in, feeling the firm grip of his large hand restricting her leg from moving. Carefully she moved forward, presenting more of herself to him with the help of her hands. Like a little tiny hill of pink flesh; Dante used only the tip of his tongue, flickering it casually across the sensitive bud. Her eyes rolled shut, and she nearly let herself go as he switched to sucking instead. “Mm, fucking hell.”
Dante pulled her other leg forward, now with both ankles in his hands and her feet planted on the seats. He swallowed more than just his saliva. “Dirty, dirty girl.” Low and barely recognizable, Dante growled. He let one of her ankles go to touch her, loving how soft and wet she felt against his rough hands. She couldn’t get enough of how warm he always felt, his body like a blanket whenever she would snuggle next to him.
“I have no intention on being anything less for you.”
“Good.”
Less than two minutes later, his chin and hand were soaking wet. Dante licked up her thigh and proceeded to devour her with the same pleasure with which he enjoyed his dinner, savoring each drop of her on his tongue. “You’re better than any meal out there. Arguably.” His fingers and tongue worked as a team to bring her off, leaving her there whimpering and shaking as her curled his index and middle into her special place.
“Dante! Yes, right there. Fuck, oh god yes!” she didn’t care who heard or even if someone walked up on them. Her hand strained from trying to grip the seat, the buckle strap wrapped around her wrist and arm. She came…hard, gasping and moving her body against the long strokes of his tongue up her pussy.
Then, Dante moved to her, kissing her, licking her lips to share the sticky sweetness which remained on his mouth. “Taste how good you are, baby? Makes me lose my mind whenever I touch you.”
She fell silent, running her fingers through the strands of his hair as if she were digging for something. She could feel him straining to keep his position over here in the backseat. So, carefully she tried to move enough so he too could lay down but on top of her. Dante’s legs hung out the door and he just chuckled and moved away, adjusting her dress in the process. “Can’t fuck you here in this parking lot like I said.”
“Then we better hurry home. It is Saturday…”
“And Saturdays are our day.” Dante reminded, taking her hand and helping her in the passenger seat.