Ahahaha... I really like this oneshot so please excuse how tiny it is.

Sometimes I just feel the need to do more with the DantexTrish pairing, but in small doses. Apparently this was one of those times. :D

This idea was inspired when my beta said she wanted to work on a TrishxDante art piece, so I began rambling off ideas on what it could be of and the following was one of them. Also I am trying to convince her to do this as an art piece... even offered to commission her for it. But apparently she needs some motivation... -cough- Where could she possibly find a group of people who would want to see this art piece? -cough- Where indeed... -cough- youallshouldtotallysupportmeonthisandbeghertodoit -cough-.

Wow, maybe all my cold symptoms aren't gone? :D

Enjoy!

Lipstick

Dante lay dead to the world on the couch, having crashed there the night before after a rather late night of demon fighting. Too exhausted to make it to his room he was breathing deeply against the cushion of the dirty old couch blissfully unaware to the fact he was not alone.

She observed him with a wide appreciative smile from his long legs dangling from the couch to the hands that rested easily on the pillow on either of his head. His face was turned from her, snuggling further into the pillow while his torso was extended at an angle.

Trish walked slowly towards him, pulling from her black bodice a deep red tube of lipstick and gently kneeling beside him on her knees. Very slowly her hands came to the buckles at his chest and undid them one by one before coming back to pull the zipper down revealing the soft plains of his chest and stomach.

Her eyes sparkled, gleaming happily as she pulled the cap off the lipstick and brought the tip down against his abs, working ever so slowly to insure her devil hunter would not wake. Then she cheekily undid his belt buckle to make sure she got her message down...in full.

When Trish completed this task she applied a little color to her own lips, leaned up and kissed the hunter on his forehead leaving her mouth mark behind on his skin. She put the cap back on and put the lipstick back into her bodice with a grin.

"Catch you later," she said quietly before she walked to the door and shut it silently behind her.

--

Dante woke groggily with a deep roaring yawn and a stretch. He looked around to find the office silent and figured since no one had called, obvious by him not being woken by the phone, that he had a free afternoon to himself. First though he had to take a leak.

Dante walked tiredly towards the bathroom and it wasn't until he got there to begin undoing the buckles of his clothes that he realized... they were already undone including his belt buckle. He looked down and noticed red all over his stomach.

Dante backed away from the toilet and turned to the full mirror at the other end.

"That little minx," he said with an appreciative laugh as he saw what the red on his torso was.

Written purposely backwards so that he could view it in the mirror, no doubt believing he would, Trish's handwriting was apparent from the top of his abs down to the edge of his belt.

Dear Dante,

Sorry I missed you last night. Meet me for drinks at the usual spot.

Thinking of you...--

'Thinking of you' was followed by a curvy line that went down past the waistband of his pants into where they were left unzipped. He pulled the flaps apart and peered down to find the end of an arrow point.

-Love Trish--

Just below that, too close for comfort to what the pants were meant to protect from perverts was a kiss mark in lipstick as well. It was then Dante looked up and noted he had another above his eyebrow. He grinned at his reflection, buttoned up his pants only, deciding to go meet his date without even cleaning any of it off.

Perhaps if he played his cards right when they returned she would let him leave a different kind of message on her body...