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You've always been fond of dancing. Whether it was by yourself with your headphones on while you did some work, or with Trish, Lady and Nico when you all had time for a Girls Night Out. Dancing is an outlet for you body when you're really feeling the music and you need to express it.
So it's a blessing that you have a day off from fighting demons after endless missons. You enjoy what you do, truly you do. But everyone needs a break at some point. Dante had recently left the shop, saying how he had gotten an intense craving for a strawberry sundae and needed one NOW. Trish and Lady had a mission that would take them until the next day. You always worry about your fellow demon hunters when they go on missions even though you know they can take care of themselves. That's what happens when you care. Nero and Nico were helping Kryie around the orphanage and fixing up the van a little bit which, let's be honest, it's a miracle that van can even still turn on.
That left you in the shop with Vergil, who was upstairs reading in his room. He had been steadily increasing his book collection since his return from Hell with Dante. You and Vergil attend the town's library very often after you both discovered you shared in interest in literature. That interest sparked something between the two of you, and you've been together for quite some time now.
It was only the afternoon, and you thought that maybe cleaning the shop up a bit might make it a better place to relax in. I mean, it's a little hard to relax with Dante's empty pizza boxes thrown all over the place and the dust causing you to sneeze every few minutes; like seriously when was the last time anyone cleaned here. You took out your phone and sorted through your music to find the right playlist while you worked. Eventually you just hit shuffle and let the music app do its thing. Being so engrossed in your music and the rhythm you developed while cleaning, you failed to notice Vergil come down the stairs and lean against the wall to watch you. He's wearing more casual clothes-well, casual for him-instead of his usual attire.
Vergil always finds you captivating. He admires your strength and resilience while fighting demons that are twice your size, but you show no strain. When you're both translating a cipher to find a clue about how to kill a certain demon and you're focusing so hard you start to mumble to yourself a little, not noticing the small smile that forms on his face. As you're both laying in bed, how you softly reach for him in your sleep and sigh blissfully when he slides his hand into yours, he becomes overwhelmed with how much he cares and loves you. And now as he silently watches you, he feels content and appreciation.
You move gracefully around the room, picking up boxes and singing along to the song playing. You've already cleaned up pretty much everything by the time Vergil has come down, the boxes in your hands being the last items to go. You place them in the trash and go to the kitchen to wash your hands. You hear the current song end as you dry your hands, as if signaling the end of your work.
"What perfect timing." You murmur as you walk back into the front part of the shop. Only now is it that you notice Vergil. He's wearing more casual clothes-well, casual for him-instead of his usual attire. He has on a navy cotton button up shirt and a pair of black pants, as well as some black dress shoes. It took a while to convince him to get some clothes other than his coat and vest, but after letting him get more comfortable with the idea and asking him what he would do if his usual clothes got ruined and he had nothing else to wear, he decided you were right. He's still leaning up against the wall and watching you with a soft smile on his face. You freeze for a moment by the couch before getting over the surprise and smile back at him.
"How long have you been watching me?"
"Not long at all. Enough to see the end of your performance." Vergil walks over to meet you by the couch and kisses you on the forehead in greeting. You close your eyes for a second, relishing in the soft touch. He pulls away slightly to gaze at you. As you both stand there, the next song starts to play. It's a song that you love, but never danced to because of how slow and intimate it is and you've never had a partner to dance to it with. You turn to start towards your phone to turn your music off before Vergil stops you with a gentle hand on your wrist.
You turn to face him again with a curious look, and he shocks you a little by what he does next. Vergil slides his down from your wrist to grasp your hand in his, and slightly bows before lifting his head. His grey eyes are intense as always, but they also hold a softness in them that is reserved for you. "May I have this dance?" You quietly gasp, stunned a little at this act of intimacy before you nod your head as a yes. Still looking into his each other's eyes, he guides the hand he is holding up to the side of you both and wraps his other arm around you waist as you put your free hand on his bicep. Standing so close, you think you can count his eyelashes, and maybe you can, but you choose to focus on the moment. You slip your hand out of his grasp to bring both arms wrapped around Vergil's neck, and he wraps his other arm around your waist to hold you even closer-if that's even possible.
As you both sway softly together, your minds are blank. Just cherishing this moment of peace that seems so rare with the kind of lives you both have. You rest your head on Vergil's chest and listen to his heartbeat; strong, steady, and more calming than any lullaby. After a few moments, you feel Vergil bring one of his hands to your nape and you pull your head back slightly to gaze at him. Your breath hitches when you see the loving look in his eyes, which never fails to make you melt.
As the climax of the song begins, Vergil tilts you down to the side slightly in a small dip. He brings his face closer to yours and stops right before your lips can touch. You can feel his breath against your lips and you want to close the distance, but don't, knowing Vergil had stopped for a reason. You lock eyes with him again.
Vergil's lips brush against yours when he speaks. "I love you." And as the climax of the song reaches its peak, your heart bursts with the emotion building up throughout the song, and you smile and press your lips onto his. He reciprocates your deep kiss as he slowly tilts you upright. You both stand there in the middle of the shop, exchanging soft kisses as the song comes to an end. When you're both satisfied you look up at Vergil.
"I love you too." It's not the first time either of you have said it and it won't be the last.
As Vergil smiles at you, you wonder if all the songs you and your devilish dance partner can dance to can end up like this.