Disclaimer: Devil May Cry does not belong to me. If it did, I'm not sure what I'd do with it… Except for putting more Lady and Dante love-fights in it.

Lady awoke with the sun on her face and an ache in her head.

She squinted against the light as her head swam, and tried to think why she would be waking up in so much pain. Unfortunately, the memory of the night before had deserted her.

Groaning, she rolled over on the unfamiliar mattress to get away from the sun and found herself suddenly resting atop of something…

A warm and breathing something.

Her face paling, Lady opened her eyes to find her cheek pressed against a man's muscular torso. She took one look at the mystery man's face and screamed.

Loudly.

Dante (for he was the said man) immediately shot into an upright position and winced.

His head hurt too.

"Wha? Wazza time? There demons 'round?" He asked stupidly in his half-asleep state.

A red flush arose on Lady's pale face "The only demon around is you! Why are we in the same bed? No, the same vicinity!" She cried.

Dante's sleep filled blue eyes cleared, and he grinned roguishly at the seething demon huntress next to him.

"Heh, wondered how long it would take for me to bed you.' He remarked, lying back casually with his left hand behind his head "too bad though, I guess I got too fucked up last night and I don't remember shit.' He turned to Lady and a lecherous look spread across his face "So… Was it good for you?"

Dante barely had time to think before Lady was on top of him, her knee digging into his throat. A fire burned in her two-toned eyes "Good… For… Me? Like hell! What the fuck did you do to me, you bastard?" She demanded.

Dante stared up at the beautiful girl, and despite her knee cutting off his oxygen, he still managed to admire her taut thighs. He wished that somehow, the situation was just a little different.

He pushed aside her knee so he could speak. "Firstly, I didn't do Jack to you that I can remember and secondly, if you wanna preserve your modesty you should probably cover up, though I kinda hope you won't."

Lady glanced down at herself and yelped, realizing her white blouse was wide open at the front (her bra seemed to have vacated the area) and because her bottom half was covered by neither skirt nor pants, her underwear were rather proudly baring themselves to the grinning hybrid beneath her.

Dante laughed as Lady scrambled for the bed sheet, wrapping it around herself until she resembled a furious mummy.

"Stop laughing, devil boy! It isn't funny!" She yelled, on the verge of shrieking.

"Come on babe, chill.' Dante said, raising his empty palms in a sign of peace "How about you get back into bed and we do some… overtime." His eyes travelling the curves of her body just visible beneath the sheet.

She narrowed her eyes "Fuck you."

Dante raised an eyebrow "Well, yeah. That's about what it translates to." He winked at her and she blushed crimson.

"That's it! I don't know what happened last night, and I'm not sure I want to! All I know is that my head hurts, I woke up next to you, and I never want to see you again. Ever!" She yelled, her voice bordering on hysterical.

Dante's eyes widened "Whoa, hold up babe! Calm down!" Sure, they had their differences, but Dante enjoyed her company. The prospect of never seeing her again didn't exactly thrill him.

"Oh, save it!" she yelled, marching for the door.

She barely got within reach of it before an invisible force picked her up and threw her back towards the bed. For a second time that morning, Lady found herself landing atop Dante.

They just stared at each other, shocked.

"Umm, hi?' Said Dante lamely "Looks like things are a little more complicated than I first thought…"

Lady just nodded. Sometimes, words just don't seem to cut it…

Heh, this has been done a million times, but it's always fun.