heyooooooo ( I didn’t know if you’d want your URL in the screenshot so I cropped it ;3; ) you know. i am a slut. for soft Dante.
"C'mere."
You blink up at Dante, still a little dazed. He pats his lap.
"Tell me what's on your mind," he presses. "You're thinking too hard."
"I'm just stressed. There's too much to do and I feel like I can't get caught up," you tell him, sliding closer to him on the couch. "I'm overwhelmed."
He pulls your legs across his lap, reaching up to tuck your face into his collarbones. Something about the heat of his skin is more comforting than you know how to explain; you nestle yourself as close as possible, sinking into his warmth with a sigh.
"It'll be okay," he says, kissing the top of your head. "I know it's tough. I just don't like to see you down 'n out."
"Can we order a pizza? I just wanna stay home."
"If you insist," he teases. "Call it in."
The pizza joint knows your phone number. They've already started your order by the time they answer the phone, only confirming that you want it delivered to the same location before rattling your total back to you.
"You should probably own stock in that place by now," you say, leaning up to kiss Dante's cheek.
"I dunno, it's probably the other way around when you think about my tab," he laughs. "Slide over. I got a deal for you."
You shift, sliding your leg across him until you can sit astride his lap.
"Hear me out. Kiss me until the pizza man gets here and you can have the last slice," he says.
"What kind of deal is that? You know I can't eat it all in the first place."
"I know. Which means I can't lose. I get the last slice that has all the good cheese stuck to it, I get kissed." He cups his hand behind your neck, gently pulling you down until he can kiss beneath your jawline. "What a bargain, right?"
"You assume a lot," you say, biting back a giggle when he noses the side of your face. "What do I get out this deal?"
"Me. A smile or two. You're not even thinking about what was bothering you, are you?"
"Not until you reminded me just now."
"I can fix that for you."
He tugs your face to his, drawing you into a slow, steady kiss. You melt on his lap like butter, cupping his face between your hands as he squeezes your hips with a wistful sigh.
His stubble burns against your face. It's all the little movements in between kisses that seem to cause the most friction; the way he tilts his head into each one, the way he smiles when you part for breath. He seems content to do this for what feels like an eternity, but you can't say that you mind. It feels nice to dissolve into him and lose yourself between his lips.
You have no clue how much time has passed when the doorbell rings. It takes several attempts and a hard knock from the delivery man to rattle you from your little bubble.
"I have to pay for it," you tell Dante, prying his hands away when he protests. "Unless you suddenly aren't hungry."
"Please, give the man my hard-earned money. By all means," he sighs.
You wriggle yourself free and thank the delivery guy, but as soon as the door shuts, you feel Dante's arm loop around your middle. He lifts you easily and carts you up the stairs, plucking the pizza box from your hands as he goes.
"This wasn't part of the deal," you say, letting him drop you at the foot of his bed with a thump.
"You didn't ask about the fine print. It's a whole contract now, babe. It says we polish off this pizza and spend the night watching silent movies."
"And making up our own subtitles?"
Gently, he presses you back into the bed, letting his weight settle atop you. His kiss is a little more insistent, just a bit more impatient and needy.
"You know me so well," he purrs. "What'll it be? Phantom of the Opera?"
"Nosferatu," you say.
Nosferatu plays somewhere in the background, mostly ignored, and the only thing that's on your mind is how his lips feel against your skin.
