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In the sunshine, in the steady breeze that traced so gently, Dante began to nap. He sighed quietly to himself, his breathing starting to slow as the ultimate thrill of relaxing outshined his stress. Not often did he get to indulge in such a luxury, sleep being a foreign delicacy to a devil hunter but for the times he did get to unwind, he took in stride. That is until he felt a certain tug on his hairy chin.
Beneath him, a sadden you with heavy shuttered eyes roamed his appearance, searching for any signal of happiness to act upon. Its quiet in the room, except for the trace of your heart that overpowered the white noise of the fan. The dull beat is mute to others but Dante could hear it just fine as you carefully settled in his arms, a nest for all your troubles to lay.
“Still trying to force yourself upon me, huh?” he jests, of course but as strongly as you pushed your way into his embrace could have caused the statement to be true.
“I hate it when you leave, but I know I can't stop you when you need to go. It gives me time to miss you but after doing that for so long I realize how much I can’t stand it. I can live each day without you, but I prefer not too. I can’t find happiness in the simplest of things without wishing you were here to enjoy them with me.”
“Babe, you know I’ll come back—I always do. You don’t have to feel alone when I’m not here because you know it’s only temporary.”
A heavy sigh passes your lips, “I know, Dante. Yet I miss your caresses. I miss the dip of your voice and the essence of your soul. I miss the strength of your embrace and those sweet nothings you preach. It’s the little things about you that make my days so bright. Your effort is everything I can wish for and then more.”
“I don’t like being apart from you either, ya know? It sucks…and I don’t like it much, but I know you’re here at home waiting for me and completing my missions some times is the furthest thing from my mind. Yet, I know if I pick up the pace then I can get back here quicker. Seeing you motivates me, so I get it.” Dante kissed the top of your head, wetting a small patch of hair.
His hands explored your sides, each of his fingers dancing upon branches of your ribs. His voyage ended with his sailors taking shelter under the sides of either of your breasts where they later adjusted your body to better suit his lounging position. “But you don’t have to become a predator to get my attention.”
“Oh hush, you literally toss me on the bed and have your way with me.”
“Yeah, with and after your permission. You? You’re just greedy. At least wait until business hours open.” Dante smirked with delight, the titillating sound of your laughter music to his ears.
“Mm, stop being so irresistible then.”
“Ah, come on. Its just me—son of Sparda… the Dante. The devil hunter slash extraordinary private investigator, slash—”
“Oh God. Why do I do it? Why do I get you started?” And with the chuckles of your lover; you no longer felt alone, haven forgotten that he’d ever left.
Dante also long abandoned his nap, but you were happy again—your joy outshining his stress and that was something equally as pleasant as a nap.
Though he still planned to take one.