She drank her tea with far too much sugar. There always seemed to be a flake or two of ash or tobacco on her lapel. She had a nasty tendency to curse under her breath when she was trying not to cry, which was rare in itself. She frequently forgot to eat. Sometimes, the overly sweetened tea was her only sustenance for days.
Today was one of those days. A tiny fleck of grey ash rested on her white collar. Her jacket was hanging primly from its place on a file cabinet. A thin wisp of smoke arose from the ashtray at her elbow. There was an ink stain on the webbing of her right thumb. Her jaw clenched as she felt the temperature in the room drop. Oh, she was testy today.
Alucard's amber eyes smouldered as he took his customary seat across from her. Her eyes shot to him, her short temper flaring.
"What is it?" she asked. He noted her rigid posture, the circles beneath her eyes. He stayed silent as his eyes met her stare and challenged her dominance. Her eyes narrowed, veiling the edges of the blue orbs. She was unimpressed.
"Leave me be if you have nothing to say. I hardly have the time or the inclination to listen to your inane chatter at the moment." She returned her gaze to the files and reports before her. She felt his gaze sweep her form. Suddenly, she was grabbed by her shoulders and lifted from the chair, pressed against the wall forcefully but painlessly, and he was kissing her, his wicked tongue dancing in her mouth and sending thrills through her body.
She blinked and sent a particularly withering glare up at him from beneath her lashes, still firmly in the chair, unmoved from her position.
"What have I told you about putting those thoughts in my head?" The chill in her voice put Antartica's coldest climes to shame.
"You said that you found it 'insulting, disgusting, and quite frankly, disturbing.' If memory serves, that is." His lips curled up in a smile.
"Precisely, and yet-"
"And yet, you found yourself enjoying it. I hardly put the thought of you reciprocating into your head." And another flash from his mind, this a memory of thought, of her fisting her hand in his hair and sighing into the kiss. Her gaze stayed level and her mouth silent. He smiled.
"Checkmate." He said, melting into a pool of inky darkness and melting though the floor. She snarled and went back to her paperwork, deciding that the bullets were worth more than the satisfaction she would get from seeing his brains splattered all over her office walls.