This is my first attempt of writing a story in english. I hope it's somewhat okay:D

This will lead into a collection of One Shots between Dante and Patty and it will get romantic eventually.

Very important point: Dante, as well as Patty, will both stay In-Character! Dante will NOT become the lost Puppy and Patty will NOT become the sexy, alluring Lady Mary Sue. He'll be lazy, cool, relaxed, uncaring Dante, she'll be sometimes annoying, childish but always caring for him Patty:D And immature at points for both of them. That is very important to me:)

I hope you enjoy the read^_^

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A Pair Of Lips

I enter the Devil May Cry, the wooden, familiar door creaking quietly. The characteristic jingling fails to appear due to the fact a furious old woman broke it three days ago because the silver haired owner refused to take her mission of finding a lost cat. I honestly wanted to help her but was occupied with way too much homework and in the end, it was the bell paying with it's live.

"Dante?" I call him, expecting a 'Shut up' or something like that to, in fact, shut me up, as the door shuts close behind me - all I get in response is the dividing of air over my head, letting my soft, blond curls swirl around. The ventilator.

I sigh, pull off my red coat - no, I did not get it because it reminds me the slightest bit of Dantes! - and throw it on top of the couch and turn to the desk, finding who I was looking for in his usual and to be expected place. The seat behind the desk.

I frown, taking a few steps in his direction. He doesn't react at all but that is not as unuasal as I would like it to be. He tends to ignore my presence from time to time, depending on his mood or the amount of sleep he got previously.

Right now, it looks like he seems to be asleep.

Blue eyes closed, black boots on the brown wooden desk, his arms crossed behind his head and a regular breathing is the only movement from him.

I take another few steps, rounding his 'working' place, closing the distance between us until I am right beside him. I'd only have to lift my arm and I could touch him - but I resist that strange, unexplainable urge.

"Danteeee" I speak softly, joking, testing. Is he acting?

No reaction at all.

I take a look around and somehow, unintentionally, realize the by now familiar scent of this office, in which I had even lived for some time and where I rest almost every day after school. It's not exactly close by but who else would keep this mess clean, if not me?

It smells of wood, pizza and the slightest bit of…strawberries?

For a second, I wonder if it is caused by the empty glasses of Strawberry Sundays next to me, placed on some not paid bills - but my eyes focus on Dante again.

It's him.

He smells like the red fruits he loves so dearly, doesn't he?

I'm curious now, leaning in a bit closer to his face, until our noses almost touch and closing my eyes, I take in the scent spreading from him.

I take a deep breath, the sweet air of summer and leather and berries.

A shiver runs all over my neck, down my back and my insides turn, so very sudden and intense, into a warm, almost hot mess of...of something. Somehting, I cannot explain, something overwhelming - something fluffy.

I open my eyes, a smile lying on my lips, one I don't even notice. My eyes are set on his masculine face - one that is so unique and uncommon and somehow even...handsome.

From closed eyes, covered by silver strands of hair, his straight nose, over high cheekbones, down the strong jaw line where I can see a bit of the almost invisible light beard stubbles.

No human has such hair colour, only white mixed with brown or black…but his is pure silver.

My glimpse stops on his lips. They are defined, not full nor thin, more...like perfect? And...almost seducing?

Wait.

What?

I've never, not in my whole short livespan of years, thought about a pair of lips like this and before I can even realize my action, a finger of mine is just about to touch this lips.

Would they be soft?

Or rough?

Warm or cold?

A car door is closed outside with a loud click and I wince, pull pack my arm immediately. My mind is suddenly clear again, like ice water had been splashed in my face and I step back from Dante, turn around.

I feel hot blood in my cheeks.

What have I been thinking about?

I don't get it. Not at all.

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