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Your Routine - Dante lemon

WARNING: This is a Female reader!XDante lemon!! Read ahead at your own risk!! Where the blank line appears, please put your name there as you read.

This was originally posted to my deviantART account on October 10th, 2009 and as such there may be a few spelling and grammatical errors that I never got back then. As this is so old I will not be rewriting it nor editing it to meet the standard and quality I have in my more recent writing.

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It's late in the night and you find yourself rocking the chair at his desk, waiting for him to get home. Dante usually took quite a while to get back from a job and you half expected him to show up drunk anyway. In the midst of your thinking the phone rings nearly making you, and the chair, fall backwards onto the floor. Annoyed you sigh and answer of course keeping within Dante's business lines just in case this person had his password.

" Devil May Cry "

" Hey babe you're still up? " It was Dante. As much as it angered you to hear him calling instead of actually seeing him walk through the door you were happy to hear that he was OK.

" Dante where are you? " You ask.

" I'm still at the job site. " Sighing you look down at the floor before you answer him

" How much longer do you think you'll be Dante? "

" I shouldn't be to much longer I just need to collect my pay then I'll be on my way... "

" So in other words you probably won't be home before I end up falling asleep... " You could already tell that Dante could hear in your voice how upset you were through his sighing on the other end. " I'm sorry I'm not trying to make you feel guilty about leaving Dante... "

" I always feel guilty about leaving you babe... Doesn't matter if you say anything or not it's the look in those beautiful eyes of yours that kills me each time I have to leave you... " Upon hearing his words you feel a jolt of excitement course through your body and your face starts to feel hot. " Babe? "

" Yeah I'm still here... "

" Hmmm... Excited you have I? " Dante's tone had changed to something a bit more alluring and it sent a chill down your spine exciting you further. Trying not to lose your composure you straighten your posture and take a deep breath before answering him.

" You should be so lucky Dante Sparda... "

" I think I have... " Now his voice sounded husky. That only added to how much you wanted him home, how much you wanted to throw your arms around him and feel him wrap his strong arms around you and slip his practiced tongue into your mouth.

" Just hurry up and get home... And I mean in one piece. " You said trying not to show that you wanted him back though every fiber in your being wanted to scream out how much you missed him.

" Don't worry I'll be home before you know it. " With that said he made a kissing sound like he was kissing you through the phone then you both hung up. Sitting back in the chair trying to calm yourself you find the only thing you can think of now is him. Now matter what you tried to do to keep from thinking about him you just couldn't put Dante out of your mind. Finally after about an hour of pointless rebellion you give up and decide to get a shower, so you head up to Dante's room and grab a pair of underwear and a tight spaghetti strap undershirt. After which you head to the bathroom, peel off your clothes and set your nightwear aside to put on later, tossing your dirty clothes into a basket then stepping into the shower. The water feels hot against your skin and you stand there just enjoying the feeling of it cascading down your body. Getting lost in thought as you wash your hair you almost didn't hear the faint sound of the door opening but in the middle of rinsing you stop and look at the curtain trying to see who it was through it, but all you can see is the light blue waterproof fabric. Feeling a little uneasy and wishing Dante were there with you, you quickly rinse out your hair and turn off the water slowly stepping out from the shower, grabbing your towel and wrapping it around yourself. There didn't appear to be anyone in there with you. The door was closed and your clothes were still there. At least the ones you threw in the basket were, but your nightwear was gone.