A/N: Hey guys, it's me again! My first DMC fanfic, I hope you like. I'm having trouble deciding whether I want this to be a whole story or a one-shot so I'm letting you guys vote on that. Summary will change upon decision. Don't forget to review! Well... Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own DMC sorry to disappoint...
His Lady
He was nervous.
No, that was an understatement. He was beyond nervous.
He's been trying to figure out a way to this the right way a few weeks now. How to catch her off guard. If she suspected anything, anything at all, she was being real careful not to show it.
Just like he was.
Dante wasn't one to get nervous easily, but when he was with her, it was hard to keep his cool. She was an intimidating piece of work. She was independent, and sharp tongued, and smart, and...and beautiful.
And he loved her.
He's known this for years. Fifteen years after Temi-ni-gru and he was finally ready to do something about it. He wasn't sure exactly how fond she was of him, but she was carrying something of his, theirs both, and it seemed that his demon heritage didn't matter to her, as it did fifteen years ago.
He hoped.
They'd lived together for some time now, worked together for years. They spent almost every day of the week together, him and her. Sometimes including Trish, but that was when they were visiting.
Vergil could be a handful, but Trish was worse, she talked a lot. So Vergil quiet, Trish loud. Two halves fit for each other. Didn't get any perfect than that.
"Dante, what's wrong?"
Speaking of perfection…
"You're quiet tonight," she paused, "You're never quiet." She shook her ebony flipped head for emphasis.
"Nothing's wr-"
"Ever." She gave off one of those rare chuckles that always seemed to put him at ease.
Wanting to keep the subject strictly away from himself, he asked, "So how's the kid doing?"
Her right hand automatically went to her lower abdomen, where that more-than-just-slightly-noticeable bump had formed, "She's behaving for once," she rubbed adoringly, "A little hungry, though."
"Glad he's acting right."
He watched as Lady's body tensed. He would have missed the smooth transfer of her hand to the fork if he blinked, "Are you sure you want to discuss this here?" She waved the utensil threateningly.
Dante in response laughed and waved her off, "Well, while you're in the joking mood, I have something to give you." He pulled a white sealed envelope out of his slacks pocket and pushed it across the table towards her.
She in turn picked it up and carefully peeled it open, "Now, what can this be? This wouldn't happen to be the rest of the money you've own me since, how long ago?"
She wasn't watching Dante.
She pulled a folded piece of white-lined paper out instead, "Hmm, I wonder...?"
She still didn't look up.
Lady calmly unfolded it. It took her a while before she finally read it out loud, "Will you marry me?"
When Lady finally looked up, Dante was no where to be found…
Until she looked to her lower-left.
Dante down on one knee bearing a silver diamond clustered ring might have been one of the many things she thought she would never see. Another thing added to her 'Never see Dante, never hear Dante' collection was when he replied, "Yes, Lady. Yes I will."