I'm positive that winter is my favorite season. I don't think it's because of the cold, but because people get closer to one another. They want to cuddle and hold each other to feel their warmth and comfort. People are so much more loving in the winter time. Everyone except one person, I suppose. Sir Integra never wants to get close, relying on tea for sustenance. Blowing cigar smoke into the suffocating, cold empty space of an office. I see her when I sit outside in the snow or rain. Sometimes she'll peer out the window and seemingly make eye contact with me, and I swear my cheeks turn red. I desire nothing more than to feel a humans body against mine. Asking the Captain would be a mistake and Walter is too busy (and that would frankly be awkward). It's not even that I am remotely interested in feeling a man against me. I want…what do I want? I take a moment to shake the snow out of my blond hair, and also to shake out the thoughts in me. I look back up to her window intently. She is looking down. At me.
"Sir…" I mutter. I close my eyes tightly, feeling slightly dizzy. Her ice blue eyes are as piercing as the cold on human skin. They slice through me like butter. Watching the smoke billow around her in curls and waves makes her…My mind is blank when I see her white gloved hand on the window. She has such beautiful hands. They say more about her than her words. Integra doesn't say too much in the first place for she is a woman of body gestures and glances, tied up with a bow of short, sardonic phrases. The only thing that separates me from her is a pane of transparent glass. I can see right into her. She turns briskly on her heel and suddenly walks away. I don't feel as warm anymore. But that feeling. That feeling a couple seconds ago. That one that would have been in my chest if I were still human, the one that makes my mouth water as a vampire. That one that would have been pulsing through my body. I may not feel it now, but I remember it. Any woman would get high off of that. Any man would be knocked off their feet. I want you, Sir Integra. I doubt you'll want me too, but as I go through this door, there is no turning back with how I feel for you.
A/N- This fic was requested by my best friend, Lauren or knightsky44. Look at her fics! She's a much better writer than I am. I usually don't continue with stories, as most of them are shorts...but if you want me to continue, I guess I will. I have nothing else to do. I don't own Hellsing :)