Work Text:
It’s not fair, you mused to yourself as you watched your oldest friend lovingly clean Rebellion in the shop’s living room. The pair of you had just returned from a job, and now it was time for the usual weapon maintenance to be done. No one should be that pretty while wearing that of all things.
Dante was sprawled on the floor, legs splayed out in front of him, dressed in probably the most stained Henley he owned and a pair of basketball shorts you didn’t even know he owned. God only knew what drawer he’d pulled those out of. Still, with his eyebrows scrunched in concentration, silver hair shoved messily back so it would stay out of his face, and those hands you wanted being that attentive on you rather than the sword, he was arguably one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen.
Honestly, you could have gazed at him for hours if you could get away with it; it was only the fact that he started turning his head to look at you that made your eyes snap back down to where your own sword was resting in your lap. “You good, sweetheart?”
Damn him for his random observance. “Yeah,” you lied, “just tired. Got the thousand yard stares. You know how it is.”
He scooted his foot over to nudge your leg fondly. “I told you I’d take care of your stuff if you wanted to get some sleep.”
But I want to spend time with you without being covered in demon guts. “It’s my stuff; it’s my problem,” you said instead. “You shouldn’t have to do all the work.”
“Remember that the next time you yell at me for not cleaning the kitchen.”
“Okay, that’s different because you’re the one that trashes the kitchen. I’m not your mom; I’m not cleaning your mess. This is my mess. Not your problem.”
A chuckle left Dante’s lips. “Still. Even if you don’t want me to do it, you should get some sleep.”
“I’m fine,” you insisted. “Sooner I get this done, sooner we get to relax before that job tomorrow.”
“I already pushed that back to Monday,” he informed you, blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s been too long since we went out and had any fun. I thought we might go grab a movie or dinner or somethin’ tonight. What do ya say?”
A smile was spreading across your face within a second. Only if it’s a date. “Sounds great,” you agreed despite yourself. This man is going to kill me.