Integra stomped into her bedroom. She slammed the door and Alucard materialized through it, nonetheless. She turned to him, her hair moving about her in a platinum fan. It had been done up neatly, and curled. No, now it was a mess, dropping from where it sat on the top of her head. Her dress was splattered with mud and her shoes were covered in it. She glared at her vampire as she turned. He wore a clean suit. No mud was evident on his person. Only on his master.
"Get out!" she ordered and the vampire did not move. His face resigned now, instead of smirking uncontrollably. He didn't say anything to his master. Her face was contorted. She was upset at the vampire. So very upset. He stepped forward, tentative. He had no idea why he was being tentative. He felt like she was prey and he was stalking her, ever so quietly.
"I said get out, Alucard!" she grabbed a pillow from her bed and threw it at the vampire. He moved slightly and it brushed past him. He stepped toward her again, slowly closing the space between them. He moved again and he was before her. He took her wrists as Integra went for her sword, laying sheathed on the desk. He brought his face close to hers and exhaled an unnecessary breath onto her.
Integra froze. "My apologies, My Master…" he whispered and her jaw clenched at the vampire. She didn't speak. He leaned closer. She moved ever so slightly. He ignored her and placed his lips on her ear. "Do you remember?" He asked her and she didn't speak, still.
She remained.
He lingered.
Time ticked by.
"Remember what, Alucard?" she snarled. Curiosity getting the better of her, a cat.
He smiled and his lips trailed down her earlobe, to her jaw line (that perfect jaw line) and then to her neck. "Remember when I tasted you?"
She scoffed and turned to look at him, dislodging him from her neck. "An accident, at best, Vampire."
"Fate. A fate worse than death," he whispered and he kissed her chin, then, her lips. Integra wanted to shove him. Wanted to push him away.
She lingered.
He lingered.
The touch came and his fingers roamed. His fingers rushed. Integra felt it overtake her.
Passion.
She tore at the vampire's waistcoat and came undone with a few yielding snaps. He lifted her easily to the master bed and her dress was at her thighs, her hips. The dry mud cracked and he climbed between soft thighs. The kisses halted and his pulled a glove off with his teeth, and placed it at her thigh, running it up.
Up.
Up.
Her breast was warm in his cold hand. Integra arched against him, glasses askew. His fingers took the nose of them and pulled them off and tossed them away. They clattered and Integra arched up.
Up.
Up.
His lips traced the curve of her throat, every muscle that stretched and pulled as she tilted her head back for him to kiss. He tasted salt.
He spoke:
"Mina."
Alucard's throaty whisper did not go unheard. Integra's eyes snapped open. Her face burned. Her chest hurt. She shoved him.
"Get out, Alucard," she was level, but shaking.
He lingered.
"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!" Integra shouted and he bowed.
"As…my lady wishes…" he said.
"I am not your lady. If I was your lady, you would remember my name."
He disappeared.
She remained.
Well, the author's note is at the end of this one! That means that I have words waiting for you here. Don't ask why Integra was covered in mud. She just was. Leave it up to your imagination. ...That's all I have to say.
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