I didn't write anything today. I pulled this from the deapths of my computer and decided to upload it. It's Enrico and Integra goodness for those of you waiting for my Exordium update. Right, so this is this.
Hellsing isn't mine.
They laid in bed together bodies keeping the warmth under the covers. The sun was rising and coming in through their hotel room window. Their glasses sat side by side on the nightstand and caught the first rays of sun on the frames. The television was still on with the volume turned down and it played on their faces even as the room filled with light.
Enrico awoke first and had sat up, causing Integra to roll over and groan at him. He turned his eyes wearily to her and yawned finally. He mumbled something about her being a lazy protestant and stood up throwing back the blankets. He padded to the bathroom and Integra heard him using the bathroom and then the shower starting. She sat up and yawned as well and dug a cigar from her discarded clothing. She lit it carefully and then turned up the television to watch whatever special was on. Something about the Queen of England.
Soon after the shower ceased and Enrico emerged with a towel around his thin waist and a brush in his hand.
"You look like a bloody wank," Integra told him with a smirk around her cigar.
"You English and your language. You make the English language look like pile of animal waste," Enrico told her as he sat on the edge of the bed and began brushing his long hair out. He watched the television. "What is this? Why doesn't your queen have a king? Nothing in England makes sense."
"Show's what you know. And she does have a King," Integra grumbled and watched him brush his curls. "Did you call me a lazy protestant?"
Enrico turned and gave her his trademarked smile. He then gathered his hair and put it back into it's pony- tail. He turned and looked at his lover, finally crawling up the bed toward her. He looked at her with his smile and then took her face in his hand, pushing it to look at him.
"No, my love. I would never call you such a thing," he smiled in such a way though that Integra was sure that he had. Enrico kissed her cheek carefully and his hand wandered her body until they were at it again and Integra's cigar burned down on the ashtray.
They looked up at the ceiling panting and sighing, Enrico with a ludicrous smile on his face. It seemed that he would never get tired of something as simple as human mating practices. He rolled over and looked at Integra, kissing her cheek. He took his fingers and circled her belly button.
"We should split soon. It's getting late into the morning."
"I have to get back to Hellsing…" Integra agreed.
"I have such a long way to go to get out of this protestant island," Enrico said and his fingers walked up her stomach to her breasts. A path worn and beaten. A path that he would walk many a time. "I must climb mountains to return to the Vatican," he said and his fingers did so. Her breasts were the mountains of his travels. He was narrating the journey of a Catholic through Protestant land. "Then, I will be home." He smiled and his fingers walked up the side of her neck, over her jaw line and touched her lips gently. Then he planted a kiss on them. "I will miss you."
"I will miss you too." Integra agreed.