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Summary: Requested by several people. Being in the hospital isn't so bad when Seras is your nurse.
Rating: M for leMon.
(NSFW) Picture link: While I took from most of the Nurse related pictures, these two were the main inspiration:
lsayaku. deviantart. c*o*m/ art/Hans-x-Seras-Nurse-call-123165475
lsayaku. deviantart. c*o*m/ art/Hans-x-Seras-Nurse-Extra-103721050
Disclaimer: Hellsing belongs to Kouta Hirano, artwork belongs to Lsayaku, The Captain belongs to Seras and vice versa.
AN: This should have been a PWP because of the pictures, but I just can't write those; I need some kind of plot and back story, to explore and build up a relationship between these two people, who have had lives filled with tragedy and misery and are just now finding someone who understands and loves them.
And then the smut.
The first thing he was aware of was an unrelenting ache coursing through his head. The second thing, once he opened his eyes and his vision focused, was that he was in a hospital, the thick smell of blood and antiseptic giving it away.
Despite his headache, he tried to sit up and was stopped by sharp pain in his stomach. Looking down he found his abdomen wrapped in bandages and he could feel more around his head.
With a creak the door opened and an older man in a white coat walked in, his time as a soldier had taught Hans that those items didn't necessarily mean a doctor, just someone who called themselves one.
"Oh good, you're awake," the man smiled warmly.
He was English.
"You gave us a scare. Poor Seras was-"
As Ferguson approached the patient, he tensed up, glaring at the doctor with hard ice blue eyes.
"Vhere am I?" He asked coldly.
"You're at Hellsing headquarters," Ferguson explained.
So he'd been captured, "vhat do you vant from me?"
The doctor gave him a long, confused look before asking, "do you know who I am?"
"Nein," Hans replied, not wanting to shake his sore head.
Ferguson had known this man for almost three years. "What's the date?"
Hans looked unsure, "October?"
Maybe, if he tried to focus his skull felt like it was splitting.
"Nineteen…?" The doctor prompted.
"43."
It was 1946.
Seras made sure she kept her chin up, looking Sir Integra in the eye as the older woman continued to berate her.
"… The most reckless, suicidal stunt I've ever seen. It's a miracle you weren't killed or captured or worse."
Integra knew none of this was getting through to the girl; that she would do it again in a heartbeat, but Seras had scared her half to death by disappearing and the Hellsing needed to vent her anger.
"What were you thinking? Never mind," she shook her head, "I know what you were thinking."
"With all due respect, Sir," Seras replied, "I don't think you do."
Integra's hard glare softened a little, she knew the girl's actions were motivated by fear and desperation and, most of all, love. But she was an officer and couldn't let that excuse her disobedience.
"I should have you discharged."
Seras steeled herself, she knew there were going to be serious consequences and she was ready to accept them. "Do what you have to, Sir."
"I don't have to; you happen to be the luckiest reckless, suicidal woman in this war."
"Sir?"
"Those POW's you rescued are all very important, two of them are the grandsons of General's and one is Sir Penwoods' son."
Seras could only blink in surprise.
"Instead of a court martial, you're being recommended for a medal."
Now she could only gape stupidly, it was an incredible honor and something she had never dared dream of but…
"I don't deserve one," she said. "I went in looking for Hans; I didn't even know there were others until I saw them."
"But when you did see them, you couldn't leave them there and rescued them at risk of your own safety," Integra pointed out, a hint of pride on her voice.
As the young woman tried to process the news there was a knock at the door and Captain/Doctor Ferguson walked in. Seras stood up, the fear obvious on her tired, bruised face.
"Is he alright?" She asked shakily.
"Physically he'll recover, the wounds were made to inflict pain, not kill," he saw Seras let out a long overdue sigh of relief and hated what he had to say next.
"But," he added reluctantly, "there have been some complications from the head trauma."
"What kind of complications?" Integra asked.
Hans was running his thumb up and down the silver cross he wore with his dog tags, hoping it could give him some strength or comfort when a stern looking blonde woman walked in.
Most of his hair had been shaved off; Seras was going to be crushed. She loved playing with his white locks.
Integra pulled up a chair beside Hans' bed and sat down, "do you know who I am?"
He'd seen pictures of her before and she was of The Major's favourite topics. "Sir Integra Hellsing."
"Correct, is this the first time we've met?"
"To mein knowledge," he answered with a sneaking suspicion about what was going on.
"Ferguson tells me you believe it's 1943," she held out a newspaper that he took, finding the date right away. "It's actually March, 1946. The war has been over for nearly 7 months; the Allies won."
Hans flicked through the paper, there were a few articles related to the clean up. His head was throbbing.
"You and I met in November, 1943," she explained. "You searched for me, found me because you knew I could help."
"I saw…" he shut his eyes firmly as he started remembering, "vun of zhe… experiments."
And in one horrible, sickening moment realised he was fighting on the wrong side.
He clutched at the side of his head, bile rising in his throat and tears stinging under his eyelids, "Gott…"
He knew then that Millennium needed to be stopped, and was determine to make it happen. But taking them on alone would have been suicide; he started thinking about who could help him and The Major's self declared arch enemy was the first choice.
The Hellsing Organization; an English special ops tasked with taking down the most dangerous of the Axis army. Millennium was their top target; they had been pursuing it for more than a year with no luck until one of the Captains walked up to the front door.
"Have you stopped zhem?" Hans asked.
"Not yet, they've been severely weakened but keep evading arrest." Integra said bitterly, "we sent you on a recon mission ten days ago, you were captured. Five days ago, you were rescued, but not before you took a severe blow to the head."
He didn't remember any of this.
"How do I get mein memories back?" He asked the doctor, assuming they knew as well.
"Amnesia is tricky," Ferguson said coming over and shining a small light in his eye. "Your memory might never come back, or it could return suddenly. At the moment you should just focus on recovering from your other injuries. Do you want something to help you sleep?"
"Nein," Hans said sharply, despite the pain in his head. He wasn't entirely sure if he trusted these people yet, or at least their intentions for him. "Vhere are ve?"
"Still in Germany, just outside Berlin."
"Vhat happens now?"
"You should stay here until your wounds heal, then we can discuss moving you."
"Is zhere anything else I should know? Is mein family safe?"
"They moved to England, I believe."
It was away from the fighting, at least.
Seras stared at the ground, not moving, not blinking in her chair as everything was explained. Sir Integra, in a rare demonstration of compassion, held her friend's hand.
"I want to see him," Seras said finally.
"We shouldn't overwhelm him," Ferguson cautioned. "At least until his head has healed."
"So don't tell him who I am."
Yet.
"Seras," Integra said softly, "just seeing you won't make him remember."
"I know," the girl replied, her voice trembling.
Hans tried to relax by reading the newspaper, but he wasn't having much luck. The war had ended and he couldn't remember it, he was happy, but at the same time worried about what else he could have forgotten.
The squeaking door hinges hurt his ears as it opened again. He was expecting the doctor or Sir Hellsing again, but instead a beautiful young woman walked in.
"Hello," she said cheerfully, carrying a tray of food. "How are you feeling?"
It took him a few seconds to stop being dumbstruck and reply, "fine, thank you."
She was younger than him, not by much, with fair blonde locks, divine creamy skin and hypnotizing, beautiful blue eyes. If it weren't for the pain he was feeling he might have believed he was in Heaven and she was angel, even with a black eye and bruises along her jaw.
"I brought you some lunch; you need to take it slow for now, so it's not much."
Especially for you, she almost added.
She wasn't wearing a uniform of per say, but a white shirt with military-esc pants and boots.
"Are you a nurse?" He asked.
She flinched as if he'd struck her, "yes."
She'd known before coming in that him remembering her was unlikely, but actually hearing it from him… hurt.
"Sometimes; I'm a Lieutenant first, but we need as many people helping with the wounded as we can."
He sat up stiffly, the white sheet pooling on his legs and exposing the bandages around his stomach and saw Seras wince. He put the tray on his lap; he hardly looked at it, preferring to keep his gaze on her. Seras felt a little self-conscious and glanced away shyly. Hans remembered his manners and stopped staring, focusing on his food.
Seras tried not to be upset by his injuries, but they still looked bad. Aside from the various cuts and bruises, he had bandages around his stomach and head, his left foot in a cast, the side of his face was swollen, his breathing was labored, she could see spots of blood soaking through the gauze and occasionally he would stiffen in pain.
And they'd hacked off most of his beautiful hair.
Hans watched her; at first he thought she was gawking at him and his wounds, but… she looked like she was the one hurt and not him.
If she were just a nurse, it wouldn't be affecting her.
"Do ve know each other?" He asked.
Seras froze, not knowing what to say and somehow not surprised that he had figured it out.
She nodded.
"How?"
"We met when you first came to Hellsing." Forcing the next words out almost killed her, "we're friends."
He knew she was lying and stared at her coldly. Just from her reactions to seeing him he could tell she cared a great deal about him.
They must have been very close friends.
"I'm sorry," she said, knowing he knew it was a lie. "The doctor says we shouldn't tell you too much, it might overwhelm you."
"Vhat can you tell me?" He asked, a little warmer towards her than he was a moment ago.
"Umm, is there anything in particular you want to know about?"
"Mein parents, mein sisters."
"Well, your parents opened a butchers shop in London, Sofia and Lena are with them, but Lena's in university and Ada's living in France with your grandmother."
Hans stared at her curiously, almost suspiciously.
"We're very close," Seras said, before adding sadly, "or at least, we were."
He believed her this time.
"I hate having to ask zhis," he knew it was going to hurt her, "but vhat's your name?"
He'd been right, he could see it her eyes.
"Seras Victoria."
There was a tiny hesitation between the words, like she had corrected herself.
"I'm sorry I don't remember you, Seras," he didn't know what else to say.
She tried to smile and looked at his abused head, "it's not your fault."
Even so, he really didn't like seeing her upset; he just wanted her to smile.
Despite his rush, he made sure he knocked, his stomach aching at the memory ofthe beating he got last time he forgot.
"Who is it?" Seras' muffled voice asked behind the door.
"It's Pip," the Frenchman said. "I leave for a veek and you go on a suicide mission vithout me."
"Sorry, I didn't have time to wait."
"I vould have done zhe same," he said as he opened the door, "how's your mutt?"
Seras was sitting on her bed, eyes red and puffy, tear streaks down her face and looking absolutely devastated.
"Oh God," Pip breathed.
"He's alive," she said, seeing the impending panic.
Pip slumped against the door frame in relief, "zon't scare me like zhat."
She couldn't help the tiny smile at his concern, "he has amnesia; he doesn't remember anything after coming to Hellsing for the first time."
Which was the nicer way of saying Hans didn't remember her.
The captain took off his hat and sat on a chair across from her, "vill his memories come back?"
"They don't know," she rubbed her eye, trying not to cry again.
"Zon't be ridiculous," he said, poking her with his foot, "nobody could forget you for very long."
Seras smiled weakly, it was easy for him to say that, but he hadn't seen the way Hans looked at her with the cold eyes war had given him.
"Just give him a kiss, zhat'll bring everything back," Pip suggested.
The next morning, Hans was lying in his bed, hoping Seras would visit again (preferably with breakfast). Instead he got a one eyed, long haired, loud, Frenchman.
"Morning," he greeted cheerfully, throwing the door open.
Hans clutched his head, the sudden noise causing his skull to feel like it was cracking.
"So, I heard you got captured and beaten so badly you can't remember zhe last three years of your life."
The German glared lividly at him.
"I know zhat look," Pip grinned, "you point it at me a lot."
He pulled a small table and chair up next to the bed, "it's a look zhat says, 'I'm going to murder you in your sleep.' But I vun you over zhe first time, I can do it again."
"If I kill you, you'll be avake," Hans promised menacingly.
Pip chuckled and placed a chess board on the table, "alvays so serious."
Hans watched, very confused, as the other man started setting up the pieces.
"Who are you?"
"Pip Bernadotte," he said, that insufferable grin still on his face. "I'm your best friend."
He managed not to laugh at the rare surprised look on the stoic German's face.
"Vhy?" He asked.
"Hell if I know," Pip shrugged, "you vant to be vhite or black?"
Hans was silent for a moment, trying to figure this man out.
"Black," he said.
"How can you say zhat vhen you haven't tried both?" Hans said with an irritated tone.
"I zon't need to; its zhat good," Pip defended.
"You're just biased."
"And you're not?"
"I have had both."
"You Germans make better beer, I'll give you that; but your wine is piss next to French wine."
"And how can you know zhat if you haven't tasted it?"
"Oh my God," Seras muttered from the doorway, shaking her head.
They couldn't go one day without arguing, they were like children. Still, it was nice some things were still the same.
"Morning, Mignonette," Pip greeted cheerfully.
Hans raised an eyebrow at the petname.
"I brought you breakfast," Seras said as she walked across the room, slapping Pip's hand when he reached over to steal some. "Get your own, you lazy git."
That gave Hans a strange, petty happiness.
"He's not bothering you, is he?" She set the tray on his lap, taking a small box from it and placeing it next to the chess board.
"In an endearing vay," Hans admitted.
Seras looked at Pip and tilted her head towards the door, the Captain let out an exaggerated sigh and left to find his own food.
"It's not nice to play favourites," he said dramatically.
"How's your head?" Seras said, lightly touching his cheek as she inspected Hans' face.
"Not as sore," he tried to ignore how soothing her touch was.
"It looks better, the swelling's gone down a bit," she pointed out. "Do you need more pain killers?"
"Maybe later," he said, hoping to get another visit.
She checked his stitches and cuts to make sure nothing had gotten infected and changed his bandages. Hans, usually preferring to tend to his own wounds, found he like being nursed by her. She had warm, gentle hands and something about her presence was comforting.
"I have something else for you," she said before she had to leave. "They weren't hidden; I didn't go through your things to find them…" She stopped herself and handed him the small box. "Some letter's from your family."
He was speechless as he took them, looking at them like another man would look at newly discovered gold.
"I'll leave you alone then," she said, turning to the door.
Hans caught her hand, very aware of the electric feeling her skin sent through his body.
"Thank you," he said, sincerely appreciating it.
She smiled at his gratitude, and it was so much more beautiful than he'd imagined.
Several weeks later…
Sir Integra came to visit him with some questions about Millennium.
"Can you read this?" She asked handing him a sheet of paper.
"Nein," he said, barely glancing at it. "It's a fake code, made to distract you."
Integra's fist closed around the paper, crumbling it into a ball.
"Good to know," she sighed.
"Can I ask a question, Sir?"
"You may," she nodded.
"How vas I freed?" He didn't say escape, because he knew he didn't escape. His wounds didn't say he fought his way out.
"When you were captured?" She asked, stalling while she tried to think.
He nodded, and she decided to tell him the truth, knowing he would be skeptical.
"Seras rescued you."
"Who else?"
"There wasn't anyone else."
He's sure he must be misunderstanding her somehow.
"Seras broke into a Millennium camp, alone, and got me out?"
"Yes."
There was a pause and Integra wondered if and how he would react.
"You sent her in alone?" He growled, furious at the woman for putting Seras in danger.
Ah, anger.
"I didn't send her in at all," Integra replied.
The poor man was so confused he couldn't form words.
"Most of our soldiers were out at the time, it would have taken three days, at least, for them to return and form a rescue plan. Seras simply couldn't wait that long."
She left the German wide eyed as he tried to process this.
Hans tried not to squirm at the alien feeling of thread sliding through his arm muscles as Seras pulled out the stitches. It didn't hurt, it just felt weird.
"Almost done," she promised, noticing his discomfort.
He looked down at the small, but many scars on his stomach, done to hurt him, let him bleed and suffer slowly without killing him.
"Are you alright?" He was very quiet, which wasn't unusual, but she knew when something was bothering him.
"Fine," he said tersely.
Sir Integra had told her that he knew about his rescue, "are you mad at me?"
"I mean zhis in zhe nicest possible vay; but you're a fool."
"I know it was risky-"
"It vas suicidal," he interrupted, glaring harshly at her. "Do you have any idea vhat zhose monsters are capable of?"
"Yes," she bit back, raising her voice. "That's why I couldn't leave you with them."
She had accepted that he was going to be angry with her for putting herself in danger and, at the time, she hadn't cared so long as he was safe. But that was before he had forgotten the last three years of his life and their entire relationship and frustration that came with that was starting to push through.
And then Hans asked the question that broke her.
"Vhy vould you do something so stupid?"
She grabbed both his shoulders and pulled him forward, crushing their mouths together.
When she released him, she almost laughed at the stunned look on his face, Hans Gunsche was rarely surprised.
"Oh," he said, understanding.
He had questions, when did it start? How serious was it? How could she stand to touch a former Nazi soldier and experiment?
But he didn't ask them, because he wanted to kiss her again more than he wanted answers.
He shifted closer to her and cupped her flushed cheek tenderly (realizing his hand was bigger than her face), she leaned in and their lips met again, gently this time.
Seras' entire body sang with relief, they hadn't kissed since she found him in the Millennium camp and that had been rushed. She missed it, his warm skin, his masculine scent, his rough hands touching her so softly.
The sound of her name being called from down the hall broke them apart.
"In here," Seras called back, smiling when Hans stole a quick peck.
She dragged her hands along his forearms as she stepped out of his reach, a split second before Dr. Ferguson opened the door.
"Seras," he was unaware of the death glare from the German. "They need some help in surgery."
"I'll be right there," she promised.
The instant the door was shut, they were kissing again.
"Sorry," she said, pouting a little.
"Not your fault," he wanted to take that lower lip in his teeth, instead he brushed some stray hairs from her eyes.
"I'll come see you afterwards," she kissed his cheek, lips scratched by his stubble. "You need to shave."
He rubbed his chin, she was right, "yes, ma'am."
After she left he smiled, not the little half smiles he usually gave, but a true, happy smile.
Another several weeks later…
With his stitches out and the swelling on his head gone down, Hans was allowed to leave his room and roam Hellsing headquarters. It felt good to be able to walk around, even it was on crutches, to stretch his leg and become familiar with the building.
As his hair grew Seras began playing with it more and more frequently, he liked the feeling of her fingers running over his scalp he was willing to never have it cut again.
He kept to himself mostly, only talking to Seras, Pip and occasionally Integra; this surprised no one.
Seras was happier, she smiled more, her eyes were brighter, it was like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. She wasn't the same as she was before Hans forgot her, but she was getting closer.
While Seras was out on a mission one afternoon, the two men were playing chess again.
"Checkmate," the Frenchman, looking at him with mock disapproval. "You're distracted."
"Sorry," Hans said, resting his chin on his hand, "zhere's a lot on mein mind."
"Connerie," Pip swore, "you've got vun thing on your mind and it's a blonde Brit."
That had been what he was thinking about, but Hans wasn't going to admit it. "Unlike you, I think about more zhan vun thing."
"Not guarding your king, apparently."
Hans chuckled.
"Did you just laugh? Did I just make you laugh?" He smiled rather than grinned this time, clasping his hands together in victory. "I told I'd vin you over again."
"Ja," Hans admitted as he reset the chess pieces.
"It vasn't even zhat hard, if you vere a voman I'd have you undressed by now."
Hans kicked him lightly in the shin; Pip just laughed and rubbed his leg.
"Any excuse to hit me."
That bothered him, "I haven't actually hit you, have I?"
"Vunce, but ve'd both been drinking and hated each other back zhen."
"Vhy?"
"It vas stupid," he said, shaking his head at their past foolishness, "ve vere chasing zhe same voman."
Hans didn't need to ask which woman.
"Zhat is stupid. I'm sorry though," Hans said, moving a pawn forward.
He had been apologizing for hitting him, but Pip misunderstood and though it was about Seras.
"Zhe best man for her vun in zhe end," he dismissed, "and I vas best man vhen you married her, so-"
Pip slammed his mouth shut but it was too late.
Hans stared at him for a moment, his wide blue eyes the only sign of surprise.
"I'm married?" He said evenly.
The Frenchman nodded sheepishly.
And then the rage started to appear.
"Vhy didn't anyone tell me?" He growled, very close to yelling.
"Zhe Doctor said ve shouldn't overvhelm you; let you recover a bit first," Pip explained, slightly afraid Hans was going to strangle him with his own braid. "Besides Seras vasn't going to last much longer; you not knowing vas killing her."
He still didn't look happy, but Pip knew he was calming down.
Hans stood up and left without another word.
Logically, her room would be one of the first places she would go to when she came back, so he went there to wait. He had never been in there before and he quickly figured out why.
It was his room too.
His clothes were in the drawers, his shoes were on the floor, the letters from his family that Seras had kept from him because they mentioned her were sitting on a desk, and there was a photo of them on their wedding day sitting on one of the pillows.
The bride was beyond beautiful in a sleek white gown with long lace sleeves, and he stood proudly at her side in dark suit, arm around her and actually smiling.
It was startling to see himself so happy.
He focused until his head started to throb, but he couldn't remember it.
Beside the photo was a letter, the last paragraph caught his eye.
I can't imagine how it feels to have the man you love look at you like you're a stranger, but Hans fell in love with you the first time he saw you and I doubt the second first time was any different.
If his memory doesn't come back, I truly believe your relationship will survive, even if it has to start over again.
Be strong and patient, Angel.
- Olivia.
He smiled at his mother's kind words to her daughter in law, knowing his family had welcomed her warmly.
His head was still aching; he rubbed it and tried to ignore how soft the bed looked. As Seras' scent soothed him and he decided to rest his head for just a minute.
Seras yawned as she trudged to her room, one of the soldiers had been shot on their mission and she had to keep him alive the entire trip back and then help in surgery. If it weren't so late she would go see Hans first, but he needed rest too.
God, she missed sleeping beside him, his arm wrapped around her or snuggled up against his chest while his heartbeat lulled her to sleep.
She didn't bother turning on the light as she closed the door behind her, stripping off her blouse and bra and stretching her arms over her head to try and relieve some of the tension of a long day.
Hans heard the door close and familiar light footsteps, rather than just announce himself; he turned on the bedside lamp to let her see him.
"Seras?" He said as the dark room lit up.
For a few seconds they were mutually stunned, Seras moved first, covering her chest with her arms and turning around. Hans apologized and looked away (which was pointless by then), his cheeks bright pink.
Seras threw on the button up shirt she slept in, (which Hans recognized as his) shaking her head, 'just when I was getting used to being naked in front of him.'
"It's alright," she assured him before realizing he was in her room after midnight. "What are you doing in here?"
He held their wedding photo out to her.
"Oh," she said, looking at the picture longingly. "You found out?"
He nodded.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," she whispered, trying to swallow the rising lump in her throat.
He pulled her against him gently, kissing the top of her head, "I'm not mad at you; I don't think I know how to be."
She nuzzled into his chest, enjoying being in his arms again.
"Vhen?" He asked.
"October 30th, last year," not even eight months ago.
Hans looked at her expectantly and she knew he wanted more details.
She went to the foot locker at the end of the bed and pulled out a small photo album. They both sat on the bed and she guided him through it.
"We were stationed outside London at the time," she explained, opening the first page to pictures of a church made of brown stone with green plants growing up the side. "The weather was warm and sunny; Jocelyn called it a good omen."
Hans respectfully disagreed with his grandmother.
The next page was various pictures of the guests; he recognized all of them from either his small cluster of relatives or people from Hellsing.
"Your dad and Ada drank most of the soldiers under the table, and Sir Integra and your mother got along really well."
She wouldn't quiet call them friends, but they got along.
"Vhat about you?"
"Best day of my life," she said, resting her head on his shoulder.
He wrapped his arm around her and took her hand, looping their fingers together.
It was still dark when Hans woke up, more comfortable than he had been in long time despite the woman beside him using his arm as a pillow.
There was a full moon outside, so the room was well lit. Her fair skin almost glowed in the light; she looked so beautiful that he couldn't help but steal a kiss.
"Hans?" She said against his cheek.
"Sorry."
"I was already awake," she assured, snuggling into his side. "Can't seem to stay asleep, what about you?"
"Vhy did you marry me?" He asked.
"I…" he caught her off guard with that question, "because you asked me."
She managed not to laugh at his unimpressed look.
"Men vould throw zhemselves under cars to be vith you, but you choose a Nazi lap dog."
Seras gave him a very intimidating stare, "never call yourself that; I used to knock people out for it and I don't want to start again."
He nodded quickly.
"I know what you've done and I don't care. You're a good, honorable person who made a mistake and started fixing it; you're still the best man I know."
Hearing from anyone else wouldn't have had half the effect it did coming from her.
He dropped his forehead against hers and whispered, "thank you."
Knowing that someone believed he was better than that, it made him believe it too.
"I think I know vhy I married you," he said, running his fingers over her soft locks.
"Oh?" She said a little nervously.
"You're brave, loyal, selfless, sveet, beautiful and I love you."
Her blue eyes went wide.
"Vhy are you so surprised, it happened before."
"I don't… I just…" She gave up on words and kissed him.
It was uncomfortable trying to kiss him the way she wanted while lying beside him so Seras shifted onto his lap and pressed her tongue against his lip. Hans was about to pull away, saying they should stop, but then he remember that they were married; they weren't doing anything wrong.
With an eager smile, his tongue found hers.
His hands roamed up and down her back for a few minutes then, timidly, he slid his hand up the back of the shirt until he found bare skin. She made a pleased moan and he trailed his finger up her spine.
"Wait," she said a second too late, he touched raised, tender flesh.
"I don't care if you have scars," he told her, knowing one when he felt it.
"I know, it's just… this one is… fresh."
"So are mine," he put his hand over his stomach.
She buried her head in his neck as she unbuttoned the shirt like an ostrich in the sand. The shirt came off her as she turned around and her naked back was exposed to him.
And so was a long, jagged pink scar.
It looked like it was one solid line, but the strange angles it curved at made him unsure. If was just one, it was done deliberately.
"Does it hurt?" He asked.
"No," smiling when she realised why he had asked.
He gently touched his lips to it, nuzzling the marred skin.
"How did it happen?" He kissed her shoulder.
"It was my own fault," she admitted, incredibly grateful to have such a wonderful husband. "When I found you in that camp I got distracted and let my guard down; some… woman snuck up behind me-"
"Did she have tattoos on half her face?" Hans interrupted, suddenly looking nervous.
Seras nodded.
His hands tightened on her hips and his lip curled, "I'll kill her," he growled.
"You're… a bit late," she said sheepishly.
"You?" He felt bad for being so surprised, but he honestly couldn't see this tiny, sweet woman taking out the monstrous, sadistic Nazi.
Seras' eyes darkened sadly, "she was keeping me from getting to you, and then she started talking about the things she did to you while you were captured…"
The young woman started shaking, whether from rage or something else, he didn't know.
Seras squealed as Hans rolled her around and dropped her onto the bed, his large body hovering over hers but close enough that she could feel the heat coming off him.
"You're incredible," he said with awe.
"Thank you," she said with a blush.
It was then Hans realised she was bare-chested and he was basically lying on top of her. Seras saw him about to move and slid her hands over his ribs and onto his back, wondering when she'd stopped being the shy one.
"You can touch me, if you want."
Oh, he wanted to. At first he just put his hand on her breast; Seras almost rolled her eyes at how timid he was, but didn't discourage him.
Since his family was religious, Hans had been a virgin when they got married and with his mind reverted to a time before then; he was, technically, a virgin again.
He held the softly mound, wondering what the hell to do now. Tentatively, he circled his thumb around her hard nipple; she let out a pleased sound.
He repeated the action a few times, playing with speed and pressure, occasionally flicking over it, noting which she reacted most to until she was squirming under him.
She felt a familiar hardness pushing against her leg and cupped his jaw to pull him up to her.
"Wait," she said when he leaned in to kiss her.
She gripped the bottom of his shirt and staring pulling it over his head, they both had to sit up but it came off and was tossed aside.
"Mmm," she sighed happily, rubbing her hands up his hard abdominal muscles.
He flashed her a rare grin and settled back on top of her, his hard chest pressing against her soft one.
Lured in by her scent, he nuzzled her neck, kissing the soft skin until he found a spot that made her sign and shiver.
"Take off my skirt," she said, biting his earlobe.
He obeyed, taking her underwear with it and after throwing them away, stopped to appreciate the sight of his naked wife.
"You're perfect," he whispered.
Seras flushed lightly and took one of his hands, leading it between her legs.
He rubbed his way up her thigh, towards the heat and found her already wet.
"Vhat vas our vedding night like?" He asked, partly curious, partly trying to distract her while he figured out what to do.
"Well, I was terrified-"
"Vhy?" He ran an explorative finger along her slit.
"I had no idea what I was doing or what was going to happen," she hadn't even known what an orgasm was until her new mother in law told her.
She cringed to think what would have happened if Olivia Gunsche hadn't pulled her aside and asked if she had any questions.
"Did I?" Hans asked.
"You knew more than- oh…" His finger brushed achingly close to her clit. "More than I did, and your Dad and Pip gave you some tips before we left."
Of course they did, Hans forgot about it and focused on what he was doing. He pushed against the little nub of flesh and smiled when his lover groaned happily.
"A little harder," she instructed, her head sinking back into the pillow when he obeyed.
He tested dipping his finger into the slick warmth, encouraged by the slight roll of the hips, he slid it in completely.
"That's good," she sighed, her breathing getting heavy and quick as he moved in and out.
He watched, utterly enthralled, her chest was heaving and there was a pink flush across her cheeks; it was an incredible sight, but he knew they could do better.
Seras' entire body tightened to breaking point when he added another finger and his thumb brushed over her clit, rubbing it perfectly. She was gasping his name one second and screaming it the next as her entire body shuddered with pleasure.
God, how she missed him, his touch… just being with him in general.
Hans tried not to look proud of himself, but he was. He had the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, his wife, crying out his name as he brought her to her peak.
He looked at his wet fingers curiously before running his tongue along the tips; the taste reminded him of honey. He slipped both fingers into his mouth and sucked the juices off.
Gazing at him through half shut eyes, Seras lazily lifted her foot to the belt of his pants and half-heartedly tried to push them down.
He wasn't usually shy about his body (he had no reason to be) but he was still a bit nervous as he started tugging his boots off, flinging them and the socks away carelessly.
Still, he was a picture of calm as he unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor.
Seras looked him over appreciatively and patted the empty half of the mattress beside her.
He dropped to her side and took her in his arms, kissing her again, wondering if he was ever going to be able to stop.
"You were so good to me," she panted, "patient and sweet."
It took him a few seconds to remember what they were talking about.
Her fingers, courser than the rest of her skin, tickled over his jaw, "you touched me everywhere; your hands, your lips, your tongue," she took his bottom lip in her teeth and bit lightly. "And you waited until I said it was alright."
She nudged him onto his back, her chest against his and her sex against his poor, aching cock. Hans had to fight off every instinct he had not to push against it.
Seras planted a light kiss on her favorite scar, a small line on the corner of his left eyebrow. "I'd never felt as safe or as loved as I did that night."
A different kind of pride filled him, fulfillment that he had treated this woman the way she deserved; the way he always hoped he'd treat his wife.
She took his length in her hand and guided it to her entrance, slowly sliding down onto it. Hans held her hips and groaned as the wet heat engulfed him.
Seras nuzzled his jaw as she gave him a moment to get used to the feeling, enjoying his second first time inside her.
He gripped her hips and tried to make her move; she considered teasing him but decided to wait for another night.
She sat up, leaving him flat on his back as she started rolling her hips.
"Lieb Gott," Hans moaned, fingers digging into her soft skin.
Their eyes locked onto each other's as they moved together slowly, his thumbs making little circles as he rubbed up and down her thighs.
Seras savored the feeling of him inside her again, it had been too long. Blushing, she wondered what had happened to the frightened virgin she'd been on her wedding night and gave him a playful, scolding look.
"Vhat?" He asked.
"I- mmm," she had to stop when their bodies met in just the right way, "never mind."
His eyes trailed down to her breasts and he couldn't resist, his hands skimmed up her flat stomach until he was holding them. He rubbed and lightly pinched her nipples, pleased when she closed her eyes and sighed, unconsciously moving faster against him.
She put her hands on his belly to help balance herself, nails pinching into his muscles every time he brushed against that sweet spot inside her.
"Hans," she moaned, head falling forward limply despite the tension in her core.
The German wasn't sure how much longer he had left, he was throbbing so hard it almost hurt but he was determine to make her finish too. Almost reluctantly, he removed one of his hands from her breast, making her whimper, and found the nub that had been so helpful earlier.
Seras let out a chocked scream.
Ah, the advantages of being ambidextrous.
He closed his eyes, grunting as he tried to fight off the inevitable. Seras bent down, hands bracing next to his shoulders and pressing her lips to his more than kissing him as her control waned. Her peaked nipples brushed against his chest sending shivers through her.
Her mouth fell open she started panting, fingers clenching against the sheet as their rhythm became faster and faster, her thighs shaking.
The hand on her chest moved to her hip, fingers kneading her firm rear as he watched her shatter with ecstasy.
She cried out as her whole body shuddered, eyes squeezing shut as she slumped against him, even with no energy left she kept rocking her hips to try and drag out her orgasm and his.
Her muscles clenching and squeezing around him sent Hans following after her, pulling her against him as best he could with his weakening grip.
"Seras," he said with a guttural growl, bucking under her as a white hot wave unlike anything he'd ever felt washed over him, leaving him spent and utterly sated.
She buried her head in his chest, kissing and nuzzling sloppily as she recovered, her heavy breath tickling his skin. He pried his trapped hand from between them and let it rest on the base of her back, bringing his dryer one up to stroke along her spine.
Despite being a bit uncomfortable, Seras didn't move, not sure she could anyway. The intimacy they had at that moment was worth far more than any discomfort.
But it froze when Seras went stiff with fear and almost swore when she realised what they had forgotten.
"Vhat's wrong?" Hans asked, touching her cheek.
"Later," she replied with a sigh, not wanting to ruin it for him.
There was nothing that could be done; it was up to fate now. She would prefer to see this war to the end but if she got pregnant, she got pregnant.
It was late into the day when Seras woke up; she was surprised no one had come looking for them. She was not surprised that Hans was already awake.
"Guten morgen," he said, voice rough(er) with sleep.
"Ja, es ist," nestling lazily into his side.
"You're sexy vhen you speak German," he grinned, tracing her fingers with his.
He'd said that to her before, but she never got tired of hearing it.
As he traced over her ring finger, she remembered something that woke her up.
He sat up as she slid away from him and reached into the dresser next to their bed.
"Here," she said, holding out her hand.
There were two silver rings in her palm; their wedding rings.
"We could start wearing them again if you wanted."
He took both of them, placing his own on the pillow and gently held her petite hand in his. He slid the jeweled ring onto her finger and kissed her knuckles.
Once again surprised at the difference in their hand sizes, Seras did the same. He pulled her into his lap and cradled her face in his hands for a moment, looking at the way he used to.
Maybe things couldn't be exactly the same as they were before, but that didn't mean it couldn't be good. If nothing else, it would make their relationship stronger.
"Hey," Pip said, walking into the room like he owned it. "Have-"
"Damnit, Pip!" Seras screamed angrily.
"Sorry," he said, hiding behind the mostly closed door and knowing there was a going to be a beating in his near future. "Sir Hellsing vants to know vhere Alucard is."
"I have no idea."
"Go avay," Hans growled.
After the door shut, Seras buried her face in his neck, half laughing, half grimacing.
"I don't care vhat you say, I still think he does zhat on purpose," Hans muttered.
"What?" Seras asked.
She raised her head to find him wide eyed with shock.
He smiled, releasing the breath he had accidently been holding.
"I remember you," he said and let out a shaky laugh of relief. "Sir Integra had you interview me vhen I arrived. I proposed to you after you got shot; I still can't believe you said yes, it vas so awkvard."
"I thought it was beautiful," she said, running her fingers through his shaggy hair.
"You turned Zorin's head into a red streak on the vall."
"She tortured you," Seras reminded him, happy tears spilling down her cheeks.
"And you saved me," kissing all over her face and nuzzling into her hair, "mein guardian angel."
Originally Hans wasn't going to get his memories back, but then after watching a certain episode of Game of Thrones; I was horribly depressed and changed it because I needed a happy ending and, Goddamnit, a few of you probably do as well.
If you don't know what I'm talking about, you can leave, thank you for reading. If you do know what I'm talking about, I was one of the people who filmed their reactions to it and, well, now I'm pimping the video.
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MASSIVE SPOLIERS FOR GAME OF THRONES SEASON 3: Do not watch if you ever intend to see GOT. I would rather have fewer views than ruin this for you.