It had been days since Diva last saw Vergil.  Or maybe closer to weeks at this point.  Who knew?  Time felt so weird without him.

She was used to it by now, or at least, that’s what she told herself.  The man came and went as he pleased.  He wasn’t content to stay in one place.  He grew restless.  She knew he felt guilty sitting around when there was power to be gained, even if he’d never admit to it.  She missed him when he was gone, of course.  She wasn’t delusional enough to believe a little companionship and a warm bed would change him.  If it did, he wouldn’t be Vergil.

She busied herself with work, trying not to dwell on his absence.  This worked fine during the day.  She was thoroughly distracted inside the walls of Devil May Cry, thanks to his brother’s antics.  Yet the moment she stepped foot into her small apartment, the veil concealing her loneliness lifted.  She longed for him, especially over the past few days.  Blame it on hormones, but her body was craving him.  She did not know what pained her more— the cramping torturing her uterus, or the dull ache of emptiness between her legs where Vergil belonged.

Diva went about her evening routine with haste.  She had a quick and simple meal, and tidied the kitchen afterwards.  She then wandered into her bathroom, hoping the steam of the shower would provide even the tiniest relief.  Physically, it helped a little.  It eased the aches and cramps she felt in her abdomen.  Emotionally?  She was no better off.  The longer she stood in the shower, the more unbearable her solitude grew.

The chill of the world hit her harder after the shower.  She couldn’t dry off quick enough.  She felt so clumsy as she tried to get into her nightclothes.  Her damp limbs caught in the fabric, causing her frustration to rise.  She felt so useless, so weak.  Vergil would be so irked by how pathetic she was being, which made her feel worse.  She was ready to collapse onto the bed and forget the world for a while.  She tossed back the blankets, ready to crawl in, when the sudden sound of knocking startled her. 

The rapping was so loud, as if it were right outside her bedroom door.  Her initial reaction was irritation.  A guest would prevent her from sleep for that much longer.  A split second later, she found herself scrambling to the door.  Standing on her tip-toes, she peered out the peephole.  Eyes widened when she saw Vergil.  Fingers fumbled as they unlatched and unlocked the door.

Diva barely got the door cracked before he pushed his way inside.  She stepped out of his way, watching to see where he would stop.  He made it to the middle of her sitting room before turning on his heel to face her. 

“Well, nice to see you too,” she mumbled, shaking her head as she locked the door behind him.

His eyes studied her after she spoke.  His expression betrayed nothing, though it would have been too dim to tell either way.

“Did I wake you?”

That gruff rumble of a question made her legs feel like gelatin.  Warmth bloomed inside of her with the sound of his voice.  She couldn’t vocalize a proper response, only shaking her head so slightly that he hardly registered it.  With two long strides, he met her where she stood.  She felt his hand grip her chin and tilt it upwards to meet his eyes.

“You’re not lying to me.  Are you, Diva?”

She shook her head again.  Sensing his irritation of her silence, she forced out a “No…  No, I hadn’t laid down yet.”

He grunted in response before letting go of her.  She hadn’t expected his hands to reach for her hips, nor his head to lower and his lips to find her neck.

“Good,” he purred.  His knee wedged between her legs as he allowed his breath to fan her skin.

“Vergil…”  She swallowed.  All of her sense were filled with him, and she wanted him more than anything.  Yet there was a painful reminder that she was in no position to indulge in such pleasures.  “Not tonight…”

A low growl left him.  He pressed harder against her, held her tighter.  “And why not?”

Diva didn’t know why she was embarrassed to admit this.  It was natural, nothing she could help.  Still, her cheeks burned as she spit it out.  “I… Ah… a-am bleeding…”

Vergil eased his hold on her, leaning back slightly to look her over.  He even went so far as to reach over to switch on the lamp to get a better look.  Once he realized she was not wounded, he let go of her.  His brows furrowed, before a look of realization flashed across his features and he brought his face to his palm.

“So, you’re menstruating?” he flatly asked.  The blunt question made her wince.  After her sheepish nod, he clicked his tongue.  “I’ll require a better excuse than that.”

Diva blinked.  She had to allow herself a moment to process his words.  Even though she heard what he had said, she couldn’t allow herself to believe it.  She tilted her head as she looked up at his face— still just as stony and unreadable as before.

“Huh?”

Vergil scoffed, turning his back on her.

“Do you truly believe me so weak that the mere sight of blood would make me squeamish?”  A dark chuckle rose out of Vergil’s chest, and he shook his head.  “I’ve seen worse.  That paltry amount of blood is nothing to me.”  His fingers coiled around her wrist.  “Come now.  I’ve entertained this enough.”

Diva gasped, but did not resist as he tugged her along in the direction of her bedroom.  She fought to restrain the laugh that wanted to escape.  He was so utterly ridiculous.  If he wanted her regardless of her current state, he didn’t have to make it a test of strength.  All he had to do was say so…  But yet again, if he did, he wouldn’t be Vergil.

After a tumble onto the bed and a brief rustling of clothing, she was beneath Vergil, stripped of her panties.  Her heart raced, both in anticipation and apprehension.  The rough pads of his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, and that emptiness between her legs was filled.  Vergil grunted in satisfaction, pleasantly surprised by how wet and inviting she was this evening.  She was sinfully slick.  What was normally a tight fit seemed to glide so effortlessly.  He was emboldened thrust deeper, filling her more thoroughly.

The relief Diva felt was indescribable, both mentally and physically.  She could think of nothing— not of the cramps, or the distinct smell of iron lingering around them, or the mess they were likely making.  Not a single thought filled her head but how good it felt to have him back, however long he’d stay this time.