For Selene08. Sorry, Liz, kinda short, but I thought very sweet. Tell me what you think.

Hellsing Isn't mine.

Integra slammed her fists on the desk. Her frustration did not go unnoticed by the vampire. He smiled and she frowned. The words couldn't escape her throat. He didn't speak anything either. She wished he would say something. She wised that he would speak so that she didn't have to say anything. She didn't want to let those words escape from her lips.

Love.

Kiss me.

Touch me.

Alucard.

She stood and the vampire watched her. He still did not speak to her. She stood before the window, the moonlight shone around her. Her platinum hair was ignited by the moonlight as she turned to look at him. Her hands were clasped neatly behind her back. She was a professional. She was trying to be a professional with this vampire. She pinched the bridge of her nose.

It was becoming more and more difficult. She saw him. He saw her. They became close. They became more than master and servant. He could say to her things that made her blood boil and her skin crawl. Things that made her stomach turn over and things that made a lust build in her.

She wanted to kiss him. Integra let another frustrated noise escape her throat. She ran her hands through her hair, as if she wanted to tug it out. Alucard stepped forward and took her wrists in his hands. He pulled them from her hair and she sighed deeply. He leaned into her, lips close to her ear.

"This is so frustrating," she whispered and his lips pressed to her ear. "This is so unprofessional. This is everything I'm not, Alucard."

Integra's hands came up and took his coat in her fists loosely, as she had done when she was a child. When he had carried her thin frame from her study to her bedroom. He had insisted as she was too heavy for Walter to lift her. The vampire could still lift her now. He wanted to, but knew that she would not let him.

"Why have you done this?" she asked and he pulled her close to him.

"I haven't done anything," he told her and he kissed her temple. He smirked against her temple and she tried to pull away. He held her tight and she frowned at him. He tilted her face to his and he looked at her lips. She leaned in.

A moment hung, suspended in time.