Blood and Honour
A/N: Okay, so I was always intending for this story to be a one shot. But, well, I was watching the OVA again, and the scene with the finger cutting played and, well, one thought led to another. So here we are. This story is not connected to the first chapter other than that they are, perhaps, in the same alternate universe.
Disclaimer: They promised that if I said what was on the cue-cards, they would untie me and let me start my typing, so here goes. "I... don't own Hellsing." ~pant pant~ "There, are you happy now?" ~shakes recently released fist~
"Come Mignonette, you know you want to." Seras felt the hot sticky fingers of the French captain move from her shoulder up to her neck, lingering in a stodgy way before finding their way to her cheek and resting there. He moved in closer, trying to kiss her and receiving a flick to his forehead for his pains.
She had lost count of the amount of times they had done this. Pip seemed to take her repeated rebuffs as signs of virginal reluctance. In his mind, she really did want him, how could any woman not, and this was a case where persistence would inevitably bear rewards. In her mind, this was getting tiresome, and if it didn't stop soon she might need to seek the help of Alucard. He was protective of his property and could give the sort of negative that could not be easily misconstrued by the horny density of her pursuer.
And in addition, some of his jokes gave her the impression that Alucard knew her secret, and he hadn't done anything to intervene. Feeling the Frenchman press yet another warm unwanted kiss to the corner of her mouth, she thought that maybe she would just go right to the highest authority, but that always carried the risk of too much being revealed.
And that might be catastrophic for maintaining the status quo. So far it was the only reason she had not yet introduced Pip to the aggressive end of her Harkonen, it was important to Integra to keep him around.
That name, and thoughts of the woman it belonged to, were like a breath of fresh air to her. She pushed his hand away and her face would have made it plain to anyone with any sense that she was not interested. But he took the pursing of her lips as the long-awaited invitation and he planted his hungry mouth against her struggling one.
That was one step to far and she dealt him a resounding slap. He looked at her with a roguish glint in his eye as he rubbed his jaw. "Ah, my little Mignonette likes to play it so rough." He smiled at her, he did so enjoy these little flashes of temper from her, a little bit of spice to brighten the day.
"Captain, if I have told you once I have told you a thousand times; I am not, nor will I ever be, your Mignonette. I will not be your girl, or your toy or anything else that is swimming about in that perverted head of yours. When are you going to get that through your THICK SKULL!"
Just then they were interrupted, much to Seras's delight, by a light cough coming from the entrance to the house. "Officer Victoria, my master requires your presence in her office." Seras was at his side as quickly as vampire speed would allow, so pretty damn fast. As soon as they were out of earshot of the captain – who was scowling at the 'untimely' interference – she sighed in relief. "Thank you Walter, if you hadn't come then, I don't think I could have been held responsible for what happened next." His response was a quiet "don't mention it, you looked like you could use an escape route. Although it wasn't a lie this time," one side of his mouth quirked up in a half smile, "Sir Integra really did send me to find you."
There was something about that smile that made Seras wonder just how many people knew what was still supposed to be a secret. Did Walter, ever the discrete and polite butler, know? Was he just fishing? Or did he know nothing and it was just her imagination running away with her again? She needed to find a distraction, or maybe that was the problem, she was too distracted and it was spilling over into her everyday thought.
Her internal rambling was interrupted by another soft cough, Walter was standing next to the doors to Sir Integra's office, his back bent in a slight bow. "Oh... um... thank you Walter." He said nothing, just nodded with another small smile and turned, leaving the way they had come.
Seras took a deep breath, she still showed some signs of anger at Pip's persistance and she didn't want to bring that with her into this room. This room carried a special significance for her, it would be like arriving to worship full of anger, in her mind the two just shouldn't go together.
With her confidence regathered she quietly opened the door. "You sent for me Sir Integra." The woman of her affections was sitting behind her desk as usual, looking for all the world like this was a normal night, "Seras, what took you so long? Would you believe it, I've cut my finger again, this must be the third time this month. But we would not want it to get infected, now would we." Seras's face cracked into a huge grin, this was one of her favourite pretences, for obvious reasons.
She shut the door and then paused, "but, where is Alucard, he was probably closer." Same lines as always. Integra simply laughed at that, "actually, I gave him permission to go and see the new Saw movie. He was getting on my nerves and I thought he could use a laugh. So..." she tilted her hand, allowing a single drop of blood to fall enticingly to the desk-top. It was all the invitation that Seras needed.
Within seconds she was in front of Integra, she gently took her hand in both of her own and lifted it to her lips, kissing softly to remove the blood, careful not to bring her small canines anywhere near the enticing skin.
The blood had, perhaps, lost something; no longer coming from a virgin, but it still had the savour of quality and the potent warm flavour of desire. It did not take long for the flow to slow and stop and the finger was pulled away, Seras gave a small whine at it's withdrawal. Integra silenced it by lifting her chin and kissing those pouting lips, transforming the whine into a purr.
These fingers were delicate as they moved down Seras's neck and to the first button of her uniform, it really was no wonder that she preferred them to the likes of the Frenchman. As the buttons were undone at a steady but maddeningly slow pace, Seras found something for her own hands to do, caressing Integra's sides between the jacket and shirt, pulling the fabric up to touch the skin.
As the kisses grew in intensity, so did other actions. Without breaking contact Integra got Seras's shirt off, pausing for a moment to cup her large breast, circling her nipple over the bra with one finger while running the fingers of her other hand down the middle of the girl's stomach, stopping just above the waistband of her skirt and that most tantalising area of a woman.
Meanwhile a mixture of distraction and caution meant that Seras was having difficulty Integra's cravat, touching the cross would be a mood killer, but she needed to get the damned thing undone in order to gain proper access to her lover's skin.
With a laugh that was buried in the girl's neck, Integra unfastened the cross herself, dropping it carelessly onto the desk before making short work of the knot and struggling out of the clothes herself. Seras ran he hands along the other woman's collar bones and smoothed down her arms, eliciting a shiver.
Integra undid the clasp of the bra, allowing the heavy breasts to fall free. she immediately bent forward and took a stiff exposed bud into her mouth, grazing it with her teeth before soothing it with a lap of her tongue. Seras moaned low in the back of her throat and clutched at the edge of the desk, gouging her fingers into the surface
It quickly became too much for either of them and they lost themselves in one another. The portraits of the previous family heads which hung on the walls were treated to another show of the sort that had become increasingly common of late.
These silent observers watched as sighs and moans were absorbed by interlocked mouths, hands fluttered and shifted across exposed flesh and heads were thrown back in bliss. They watched as ecstasy and they watched as, when both women had taken their fill, they sat in the large chair, a very naked Seras perched on Integra's lap with hands splayed against her flat belly, holding her in place.
Integra had become more comfortable with her silent observers over the last few months. In the early days she had been consumed with guilt over what each of them might have said, had they known. But they were dead, every single one of them. The honour of the Hellsing name now rested on her, and what sort of honour did she have if she couldn't even be honest with herself. She could do that much, even if honesty with others needed time.
She buried her face into the neck in front of her, placing small kisses along the line of the tendon and making the girl's toes curl slightly. "I love you... Mignonette." That last word added with a mischievous, though hidden, grin. "I love you too, but don't even think about calling me that Teggie."
"You make a very good point."
A/N:I am sorry, dear reader, if you are a Pip fan. But I don't like him at all, so I could not resist that little bit of Pip-bashing (snarf snarf) at the beginning. I do hope you can forgive me. Please review, they make me happy; specifically tell me if the pacing is good, since that's always my biggest challenge when writing something like this. Other than that, I hope you enjoyed reading this ~wink~