Who: Dante and Vi Where: Their apartment, six years ago. What: Regret Warnings: Sex. Violence. References to rape. Definitely NSFW.
It had started like any other one of their many arguments. She had accused him of moving something... her phone charger, or something equally as meaningless and apparently difficult for her to keep track of. He had countered this accusation by flippantly pointing out that had she not made a habit of turning the apartment into an actual debris field of her shit, they wouldn't even be having this conversation, and besides, if he really wanted to piss her off he would try hiding the food first and what the fuck would be need with a charger anyway? The scenario had quickly escalated until they were standing within centimeters of one another, and in a rather surprising turn of events had ended with the two of them furiously making out against the kitchen counter.
This was nothing new. Since the start of the new year when they had kissed the first time, it had slowly and begrudgingly become something they did with some level of frequency. Initially, he had tried pretending it hadn't happened, ignoring her and even throwing up a blocking hand to catch her lips against his knuckles the next time she tried to plant them against his. That had not gone well. But the damn woman had been hell-bent on putting an end to his dismissal rather quickly... he couldn't say he could even be truly upset about her persistence, and the groan that was muffled against her mouth further punctuated such sentiment. He'd never admit to it, but he actually enjoyed the feel of her lips as they yielded to his, the silky slide of her tongue... But their kissing had always held a level of timidity, an edge of wariness on both ends that was strangely lacking now. His hands gripped her thighs and pulled her up with incredible ease, scissoring her legs around his waist and completely losing himself to this new inhibition that was very nearly overwhelming in its intensity.
It was like an unspoken but mutual surrender, and a sound not at all unlike a growl rumbled from him as he captured her bottom lip and nipped it, turning to press her against the wall with a dull thud that sent a picture frame clattering to the ground. Even in the midst of the lust that quickly fogged his common sense, he was careful not to crush her or hurt her, his fingers winding into the dark curls of her hair as he broke away for air, his mouth swollen and his pupils fully blown so that the eyes that beheld her were inky black. He drew ragged breaths and buried his face against her neck, scraping his teeth against the place where her pulse fluttered.
"Damn, woman... what are you doing to me?"
He was keenly aware of her smell, her feel, her taste... his nostrils flared and he growled again and let his palms slide back to cup her ass.