Home Alone

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A/N--Author's Note

If you're not accustomed to reading reader inserts here are some acronyms. I made some more for this so it feels more like you can just add to fit your lifestyle. This entire one shot should be in your POV.

Y/N--Your Name

F/C--Favorite color

W/N--Weapon Name

H/N--Home Name(could be a house or apartment...you pick IDC, it's not central to this)

S/N--Shoe Name

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I cleaned my W/N with a wet cloth on a rainy night. The sound of it filled my small H/N as it dripped down the window.

I would have had some company if it weren't for my lame excuse of a boyfriend who I planned to give hell to for it. He had some errands to run and had been unable to come on this night when we both had agreed would be the night I would finally lose my virginity. Gosh darn it when those plans went down the drain. I had even made preparations and everything. At this rate, I may just have to run over to his place and get five minutes of his time.

I set my W/N on my comfortable couch and looked down at myself. I was still in my "battle gear" as I called it which was a F/C top and F/C bottom.  I shrugged off my S/N and headed for the television when I heard a knock. The knocks that came after were rather frantic as if someone was in some deep shit.

I walked to my front door while making sure to keep a dagger at my side ready just in case something went horribly wrong. I opened the door and was shocked at what I found.

In front of me was a wet Vergil whose white hair was drenched along with his usual blue attire. Everything clung to him in a so not Vergil way that made me realize something was wrong. The man was organized and orderly as hell, he would never normally come in such a fashion.

"Vergil," I muttered lowering my guard. He had left for what felt like years now. I hated how I missed him so much but now he was back after so much had already happened. I wasn't the same and yet...deep down I was happy he was back. I hated that part.

I decided wanted nothing to do with him. If he wanted to play the who was colder than thou game, I could be a willing participant. "What do you want?" I crossed my arms as if to make it clear that I was blocking him out.

I couldn't read his face as always but there was something there like loss and pain. Vergil would never allow anyone to see him this vulnerable. There was definitely something wrong.

"Let me in," he said with a slight growl.

"Let me in," he said with a slight growl

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"No!" I snapped back meeting his eyes. He narrowed those blue orbs at me.

I opened my mouth and he grabbed my waist and pulled me to his chest. I was about to protest when he kissed me hungrily. I moaned as he squeezed my buttocks and pushed me further into my apartment. I barely heard the door close behind us as I instinctively pressed myself into him desperate and hungry for his touch. God, I had missed him. I had cried so much and hated him so much just for leaving but this...I couldn't get enough of it. I hated myself for it especially when I was no longer a single woman.

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