Summary: Prompt: tickle. Set between For Sucker1999 and Possessive.
Rating: M for lemon.
Picture link: lsayaku. deviantart art/ Hans-X-Seras-Entangle-102529291
Disclaimer: Hellsing belongs to Kouta Hirano, artwork belongs to Lsayaku, The Captain belongs to Seras and vice versa.
AN: Is there a way I can link you to the pictures from here or do I need a new system?
I just realised that it's been a while since I thanked you guys, my bad. Thank you for reviewing, favoriting and alerting, basically all your support; it's what motivates me to keep going.
It was disturbing how easily he ignored the gunshots in the next room; they were just white noise to him now. But that's what a human lifetime of being around guns did to you.
Hans pushed the thoughts aside and went back to reassembling the berretta, he was on gun cleaning duty today and, despite finishing sooner than anyone would expect, the weapons were all spotless.
The noise in the next room died down as the new soldiers finished target practice and began talking to each other. Hans felt a little bad about eavesdropping but Sir Integra wanted to know how they were adjusting.
"What happened to your face?" One asked.
"I had to shave it off," another replied.
"You spent months growing that thing."
"Ellie insisted, she said it was too scratchy."
"Wasn't it her idea in the first place?"
"Yeah, she thought it would tickle."
Hans frowned slightly; his English was still far from perfect, he knew that word but couldn't recall the meaning. He immediately listened for Seras, the only one he trusted to give him a proper answer.
She wasn't very far, just two floors above him; he shifted into mist and took a short cut, catching up to her in the hall outside Sir Integra's office.
"Hello," she smiled, a little startled by his sudden appearance through the floor, but still happy to see him.
He kissed the top of her head, his favourite way of greeting her.
"Vhat does tickle mean?" He asked, nuzzling her hair.
"Tickle?" She pondered for a second, "it's when you touch someone in a way that makes them laugh."
She poked her fingers into his side to demonstrate, but he didn't react, so she repeated several times. Not even a twitch.
"Of course," she sighed.
"Like zhis?" Before she could slip away, his fingers were dancing over her ribs and she couldn't stop laughing.
"Yes," she managed to get out, smacking his hand playfully and pulling away.
"Kitzeln," he said, "tickle."
"We need a German to English dictionary," Seras said as she fixed her shirt. "Maybe there's one in the library."
She suddenly felt eyes on her and looked up slowly; Hans was staring at her with a small smirk and a twinkle in his eyes.
"No," she warned, taking a step back. "Don't even think about it."
But he was.
Looking every bit like the predator he was, he stalked towards her.
Seras ran from the room futilely, Hans was quicker and caught up effortlessly, wrapping an arm around her waist and holding on tightly as he tickled her mercilessly.
The vampire squirmed frantically, trying to escape, but couldn't break his grip.
His fingers found an especially sensitive spot where her ribs ended and she thrashed uncontrollably, the back of her skull cracking against his face.
Hans let her go and stumbled back in pain, cradling his nose.
"Oh God, I'm sorry!" Seras said, reaching for him.
"Its fine," he reassured, snapping the cartridge back into place and wiping the small spot of blood away with his hand.
She still cupped his face to take a look, stroking his jaw softly. It was a little bruised and puffy but already healing.
"It doesn't look bad," she said, stretching up to kiss his chin.
"Hmm," he grunted, leaning down expectantly.
She took the hint and trailed kisses up and down his jaw until he tilted his head so her lips found his. Seras smiled and allowed it for a few seconds before speaking, "I have a briefing, remember?"
Hans growled and buried his face in her neck, biting possessively.
"Sorry," she said, kissing his ear and pulling away, giving him a wistful look before entering Integra's office.
"From what we can tell, there's only one," the tired looking Hellsing told her. "But he may have human's helping him."
"Why?" Seras glanced down; sure she felt a bug on her ankle.
"I imagine they were promised immortality."
The vampire squirmed as something touched her calf; thankfully her boss was going through some papers and didn't notice.
Her eyes flicked down and she saw familiar white mist circling up her leg.
"Hans, what are you doing?" She said too quietly for human ears to detect.
There was no answer, just the feather light, cool sensation climbing over her hip.
"Seras?" Integra asked, looking at her questioningly, "are you listening?"
Couldn't she see the mist? "Sorry, Sir."
As her boss continued to speak, Seras had to bite down on her lip to keep from laughing as the mist brushed over her sides. She wanted to ask if this was revenge for his nose but if she opened her mouth she wouldn't be able to keep the laughter in.
She could feel him inching closer to that damned spot and clenched her jaw shut, body tensing up in preparation.
"Seras, are you alright?"
The younger woman nodded stiffly.
Integra looked at the vampire doubtfully and held out a folder, "go get some rest; you can look over this on the drive there."
"ThankyouSir," Seras said, running out of the room so quickly it made Integra jump.
"Hans!" Seras yelled as she stormed towards his room.
"Ja?" He replied casually.
She found him lying on his bed with a book, looking innocently at her, "is something wrong?"
"You bloody dog," she growled, lunging at him.
He didn't try to get away; he just grinned and caught her wrists mid-air.
"It's not funny," she insisted, though seeing him smile made it hard not to so the same.
They struggled for a moment, she couldn't break his grip on her arms, but he couldn't hold them still.
The stalemate was exhausting, Hans ended it by using his superior weight to roll them both over and pin her to the bed, kissing her forehead affectionately.
This woman… she was bringing out a side of him he had forgotten about; playful, fun. It was a strange feeling, good, but strange.
"Vhen do you leave?" He asked, letting go of her arms.
"Just before dawn," she said, inspecting his nose while she was close, pleased to see that it had repaired itself.
He frowned and ran his cheek over her jaw, pressing a firm kiss under her ear. It was his way of saying he would miss her.
"We should be back in a day or two," at least she hoped so.
"Do you need blood?" He asked, nestling his face in soft skin of her neck.
"I'll be fine." She had fed from him that morning.
When his hand touched her thigh she shifted uncomfortably, he noticed and immediately pulled away a little, looking at her apologetically.
"Am I too heavy?"
She shook her head.
Not sure what he had done wrong, he pressed a tentatively kiss to her lips, relieved when she smiled up at him.
"You keep doing zhat," he pointed out.
"Do I?"
"Und I know vhy."
When she looked away, he cupped her face with a hand bigger than most of her head and made her look him in the eyes.
"I enjoy kissing you, touching you," as if to demonstrate, his fingers started threading through her hair. "It does not alvays mean I'm trying to take your clothes off."
Her first reaction was to deny it, tell him he was wrong, but he wasn't.
They hadn't been intimate since the night London was attacked, something Seras was very aware of. She kept waiting for him to bring it up, but he never did.
"If you don't vant sex, I vill never try to make you."
Yes, he wanted her, but he wasn't a slave to his instincts, human or animal. His mate's comfort came first.
"I know," Seras said, he'd proven that already.
"Do you… Do you vish ve hadn't made love in zhe zeppelin?"
The question had been on his mind for more than a few days, now seemed like a good a time as any to ask.
"No," she said sincerely.
While it wasn't her proudest moment, she found herself unable to regret it.
Relief radiated from the werewolf and she kissed his cheek, sorry for making him worry.
"You've been wondering about that for awhile, haven't you?"
He grunted and looked sheepish.
"Do you regret it?" She tried to make it sound like teasing, but she was suddenly concerned.
"Nein," he promised, "But…"
For a moment he struggled with the words, not sure how to phrase it to her.
"It vasn't…" he reached to pick up the German to English book he had been reading when she arrived, they both sat up as he quickly flicked though until he found what he wanted.
"Romantic," he tested the word with furrowed brows. "It vasn't romantic for you."
"That doesn't bother me," she shrugged.
Unlike most young women, Seras never had the candle light and rose petals fantasy, or really any fantasy, sex wasn't something she thought or cared about. Most of her teenage years had been spent focusing on becoming a police officer and after she was turned into a vampire it had been the last thing on her mind.
Then Hans came along and brought out everything she had suppressed over the years. That side of her was still alien and, honestly, she was a little scared of it.
It wasn't that she didn't want to be intimate again, she just needed some time to get used to the new feelings he inspired.
His twisted mouth told her it still bothered him.
Seras leaned on his shoulder, lazily drawing on his back with her fingers and tried to cheer him up.
"Well, it's definitely creative, a burning Nazi zeppelin has to be the strangest place you've ever…"
The second the words were out of her mouth, she wished she could pull them back in.
He craned his head back so she could see his confused look.
"Never mind," she buried her burning face in his shoulder. "Just, please, forget I said that."
"It's zhe only place I've ever…" he said.
Her head shot up and for a long moment, she just stared; sure there was a misunderstanding somewhere, because that couldn't be right.
"You've only… been with one person?" She tried to clarify.
He nodded, "you."
"So you've… had sex once."
It was not a topic she spoke about often, the word still felt strange on her tongue.
"Yes," he said in English to stress his point. "I told you zhat."
The bizarreness of the conversation caused her to make a strange high-pitched scoffing noise, "I think I'd remember that."
"'Volves mate for life,'" he repeated.
She vaguely remembered him saying that, she remembered his coarse hands massaging up her thigh a lot better.
"Vhy is zhis so hard for to you believe?"
"Look at you," she said a little louder than she intended. "Women must throw themselves at you."
The strong jaw, the beautiful hair, the body…
"Ja, but I didn't vant any of zhem."
That was obvious.
"I vas vaiting for mein mate, for you."
That made her pause, "you've never called me that before."
Not out loud.
"What does it mean?" She asked.
He though on that for a moment, several flowery explanations crossing his mind, but they would only sound odd if spoken by him.
"It means I'm yours," he said simply.
And, somehow, she understood.
Seras slid her hand to the nape of his neck and kissed him fervently, making it clear that she was not letting him go anytime soon. He growled happily, briefly separating them to lift her into his lap.
His hands rested on the curve of her hips lightly, testing to see if she would allow it. When she didn't protest, his gripped them like he would never let go.
Seras felt a fierce heat at the base of her stomach as their lips met again, she had forgotten how warm and hard his body was, or how his skin burned against hers. Somewhat unconsciously, her teeth bit down possessively on his lower lip, tugging lightly.
Yellow eyes gleamed as he growled wildly and pushed her down onto the mattress, landing between her legs and pinning her hips down with his.
She cried out at the hot bolt it sent up her belly and Hans went still, silently questioning if she wanted to continue or not.
Seras answered by grabbing the back of his head and crashing his mouth against hers.
But the shrill ringing of the telephone beside the bed stopped them instantly.
"It could be an emergency," Seras said, saying it to convince herself more than the werewolf.
Hans bit her shoulder as he rolled off her, not bothering to remind her that it was his room.
"Hello?" the Englishwoman's eyes widened when she remembered that it wasn't her phone.
"Seras," Sir Integra said, not surprised to hear her. "You forgot something in my office."
"Did I?"
As she spoke, Hans noticed her exposed ribcage.
"Yes, you left the file behind."
"Oh," Seras let out a tiny squeak but managed to keep from laughing as Hans pressed his fingers over that damned spot beneath her ribs. "Sorry about that, Sir."
"Stop it," she mouthed, smacking his hand hard enough to break human bones, but she knew it felt like a mosquito bite to him.
"Are you alright, Seras?" Integra asked.
"Fine, thank you. I'll be right there."
"Bring the werewolf with you."
"Yes, Sir."
She avoided looking Hans in the eye as she hung up the phone, blushing madly.
"Sir Integra wants to see us," she said, even though she knew he had heard.
Hans nodded and stood up, he was a little disappointed, but work came first. For now.
Besides, someone might come looking if they didn't show up.
Seras glanced shyly at him as she flattened out her skirt, she wanted to kiss him, just a quick one, but knew it would be difficult to stop if she did.
"I'm just going to brush my hair," she said, walking quickly to her own room.
Hans chuckled, sincerely hoping she would never (completely) lose her innocence.
Hans got bored very easily whenever Seras was gone, mostly because she and Integra were the only people he really spoke to. He had nothing against the remaining Wild Geese and the fresh soldiers; he just had very little in common with them.
That and most of them were still scared of him, his stoic personality didn't help.
So whenever he was bored he found himself cleaning or tending to the house, that day he started dusting the library, if nothing else it would give him a chance to go through the books for any that might be interesting.
He started with the lower shelves, preferring to work upwards. As he ran a cloth over them to get rid of dust, a title caught his eye.
"Prominent Werewolves in History."
Oh, this was definitely interesting. He abandoned cleaning and set the book down on a coffee table, reading as he sat down. It was hand written by several people, which made it a little harder for him to decipher, but he didn't let it deter him.
He flicked through the pages, recognizing most of the names from stories (Arminius the Legion Slayer, Lucius the Undefeated), then came across one that made him pause and stare at the book like it had offended him.
"Peter Stubbe."
Hans closed his eyes and growled irritably; despite being one of the most well-known werewolves' in history, Stubbe was never a werewolf, just a madman who had confessed to being one and been made famous by propaganda.
Ignoring the irritating start, he continued and found someone very familiar.
"Jocelyn the White
AKA: The White Queen.
DOB: unknown, estimated in the mid 1500's.
Country of origin: unknown."
Hans scoffed, if anyone had bothered to actually ask her, they would have answers to these questions.
He ended up skimming over the rest, not that he could read it very well, but as far as he could tell it was information he already knew.
"One of three known 'Beast's of Gévaudan'… terrorized the French countryside… married to Lukas Agnarsson… daughter Olivia…"
He couldn't stop the fond smile when he read his mother's name.
There wasn't much more information after that, it ended a good decade before his parents even met and then featured old art pieces relating to the subject. He recognized one called Wolf of Chazes; his grandmother had one of the first copies hanging in her hall. His sister Ada had once questioned why she would have a picture of a wolf killed by the man who had been hunting her.
"To remember the innocent's killed because of me," the older woman had replied.
"Why do you want to remember that?" Lena had asked.
Their grandmother just smiled and cryptically said, "so that I don't forget."
Looking back on it now, he understood her words better; never forget the people who died because of you, no matter how small.
His mind wandered to Schrodinger for a second before he focused it back on his oma.
There was no doubt in his mind that she was still alive, nothing short of a targeted nuclear strike would kill that woman.
The dilemma was; should he let her know that he was alive? Let her know that her last grandchild, last living relative, had helped kill four million people.
She wouldn't care; he knew that, she would welcome him back with warm, open arms and forgive him.
Other's would not be so kind, they would call him names behind his back and to his face, hate him, rightfully so. But Oma would defend him, that would create tension, then it would just be a matter of time until the other werewolves turned on her.
He couldn't do that to his beloved grandmother, she was better off believing he was dead.
With a soft thump, he closed the book.
It must have been an hour before dawn when Seras' soft footsteps woke him up; he was disappointed when she went to her own room rather than his like she usually did, but reasoned that she probably though he was still asleep or had something to do.
She started running a bath and he intended to just let her wind down while he went back to sleep, until he heard a slight gasp of pain.
He resisted breaking through both doors and calmly went to her room, scaring her as he walked up behind her.
"Will you please make noise when you move?" She begged, hand over her heart.
It wasn't his fault that she was unaware of her surroundings.
"You're hurt," was his reply, seeing the fresh blood on the back of her shirt.
"A grenade went off behind me, it's already healed." She could have easily dodged the blast, but if she had then one of the new recruits would have been killed. "It just… stings a little."
A few soft kisses to her scalp made her smile and she leaned against his bare chest contently.
"Sit," he said gently, "I'll finish the bath for you."
"I can-"
"Sit," he repeated, the concern in his voice persuading her.
She submitted and sat on her couch, suddenly realizing how tired she was when her eyes drifted shut against her will.
Hans came back a moment later and found her half asleep, he felt like a bastard when he touched her shoulder and her head shot up.
"Do you vant to go to bed?" He asked.
"No, I need a bath. I probably smell terrible."
"You smell like heaven."
She looked at him skeptically.
"Und blood und gunpowder," he added.
Still, she appreciated the attempt and touched his hand gratefully as she got up.
The hot water was wonderfully soothing, but she was too tired to just soak and relax. As she was cleaning some dirt off her arm Hans walked in.
With an angry yelp, she covered her chest with her arms even though they were hidden by the bubbles.
"What are you doing?" She demanded.
Still silent, he held up a clean nightgown and set in on the bench, picking up the clothes she had left on the floor.
"Thank you," she said, still a little cross and sinking further into the water to hide.
He didn't say anything, but gave her a look that screamed, I've seen them, remember?
"That was different," she mumbled.
That made him chuckle, he tossed the clothes in the laundry basket and walked over to her, sitting by the head of the bathtub and resting his chin on the cool rim.
She shot him an annoyed look over her shoulder; he was pushing it a little, but she knew that if he thought she was uncomfortable then he would leave.
"Can I vash your hair?"
She stared at him for so long that her neck started to hurt. Was this a werewolf thing?
"Alright," she agreed hesitantly.
As he grabbed her shampoo bottle she sat back and tried to relax, not entirely sure what he was up to, or if he was even up to anything. What she wouldn't give to read his mind.
All thoughts left her head the moment he touched it; with gentleness no one but Seras would think him capable of, he massaged the shampoo into her hair, smiling when she relaxed.
A wonderful, warm tingle spread from her scalp to her chin and she sank a few inches into the water blissfully.
Tempting as it was to let him continue all night, Seras was sure she would fall asleep if he did. She put her hand over his wrist, squeezing softly; Hans understood and took his hands away.
She ducked underwater and rubbed her head until she was sure the shampoo was out, her body still humming from Hans' ministrations.
"Can you pass me a towel, please?" She asked, blinking the water out of her eyes.
Hans closed his eyes and turned his head politely as he held the towel out, she knew he was doing it for her comfort. He stepped outside as she started drying herself and for a second she was afraid that he was going back to his own room, she calmed down when she heard him settling on her couch.
She was still getting used to him and their intimacy, and had to remind herself that unlike most other men Hans didn't ogle her like a piece of meat (or if he did then he was subtle enough that she never noticed). It was going to take some time until she was comfortable being naked in front of him.
Once she was dry, she slipped the recently purchased, purple nightgown over her head, it wasn't some risqué piece of sleepwear (short sleeved, stopping mid thigh) but it was definitely more flattering than her old pyjamas.
It looked like he was a bit tired too; eyes shut with his head slumped back. He cracked an eye open and smiled softly when he saw her, despite it being a perfectly innocent look, it made her blush.
"How are you feeling?" He asked as she walked over to him.
"Better," she said, taking his hand and pulling him to his feet, "thank you."
She led him out to the hall and into his room, not letting go of his hand until they were settling into his bed. Recently she found herself favouring it over her coffin; it was more comfortable, had room for her to move and had Hans in it.
Rather than a pillow, she rested her head on his chest, the soft thumping of his heartbeat put her to sleep before Hans even had his arms completely around her.
The werewolf frowned at how quickly she drifted off; she had been working too hard lately. With Alucard gone, Seras felt that it was her responsibility to take his place. She left for every mission terrified that she would mess it up and came back exhausted, it was difficult to watch.
She wasn't Alucard, and that was a good thing, Hans was determined to make her see that.
He kissed the top of her head and trailed his fingers up and down her arm until he fell asleep.
A few hours later, Seras was woken up by a slight twitching under her and soft mumbling, whatever Hans was saying it was in German and he didn't sound happy.
"Hans," she whispered, touching his hair.
He was awake instantly, breathing heavily and eyes searching for any danger. Seras switched on a lamp, hoping the light would help.
"Sorry," he said quietly after a moment.
"It's alright," she assured, still running her fingers through his hair. "I'm not really tired anymore."
His arm wrapped tightly around her, assuring himself that he was really awake.
She didn't ask him about the nightmare; if he wanted to talk, he would talk. It was something she learnt about him quite quickly.
Instead the vampire just curled up against him as Hans' fingers lightly tracing over her ribs.
"That tickles," she said, tensing in anticipation when his fingers dug in lightly.
"I'll be good," he promised, putting the hand on her hip.
"Why do you keep doing it?" She asked.
"To make you laugh," her smile was heart-stoppingly beautiful when she laughed.
"Why don't you just tell some jokes?"
'Because I'm not funny,' he thought grimly.
He could make her smile and even get a small laugh if he really tried, but it wasn't the same. That damned Frenchman made her laugh.
"Why are you growling?" Seras asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.
"Sorry," he hadn't been aware that he was doing it.
"Are you going back to sleep?" She said, trying to cover the apprehension in her voice.
"No," he answered, watching curiously as she pulled herself up the bed with a timid smile.
Just as he was about to ask what was wrong, she kissed him roughly, trying to recreate the moment from earlier, but her nerves were getting the better of her.
Hans slowly slid his fingers along her jaw, his soft touch calming her down.
Seras was enormously relieved when he took the lead, it had taken all her courage just to kiss him like that, but she didn't know how else to restart what they had been doing before she left. She let her hands wander over his back, enjoying the feeling of hard, warm muscles.
With talented fingers he opened the five buttons her gown and kissed along her collarbone and chest, drawing circles on her knee, just below where the fabric ended.
How did he have so much confidence when he was just as inexperienced as her? He was touching her like he'd been doing it for years while she barely knew where to put her hands.
It wasn't that she thought he was lying; it was just a little confusing. However, it vanished from her thoughts when he pushed the gown up to her hips, making sure the rough skin of his hands dragged along her thighs.
Seras shivered, arching her back slightly and pressing their bodies together. Hans growled and bucked his hips against hers, pleased when she gasped.
He finished bunching the material at her waist and shuffled down the bed, Seras only realised what he was doing when kissed just above her belly button and quickly tried to clamp her legs shut.
Hans sighed unhappily and looked up at her, resting his chin on her still covered stomach. She had reacted the same way the first time he tried that, at the time he let it go but now he was puzzled.
"You're meant to enjoy zhat," he pointed out.
"I'm fine, thank you," she said, staring intently at the ceiling with a red face.
She was barely comfortable with him seeing her naked, there was no way she could handle… that.
Not yet, at least.
Hans nipped her belly goodbye and resettled his body between her legs, kissing her nose and lips sweetly.
"As you vish," he could still feel the heat coming from her face.
Her rebuff just made him more determine to please her when she finally allowed it, his mouth was already watering.
He kissed her hungrily, she responded with the same fervour, cupping his face and running her fingers through his hair.
Resisting the urge to just tear it off, he broke contact with her to pull the nightgown over her head. Instinctively her hands covered her bare breasts and he frowned, still not sure why she hid from him.
"You're beautiful," he promised, nuzzling her cheek softly.
"I'm still getting used to this," she said faintly. "It's easy for you, you don't have any modesty."
That was true, not just for him but most werewolves; their bestial half didn't wear clothes so they were quite comfy when naked in either form.
"Anything I can do?" He offered.
"I don't think so," she said, think for a second. "Don't stare, I suppose."
He was usually polite about that, looking her in the eyes when she spoke.
And then Seras realised she had completely de-railed the mood and had no idea how to get it back.
Thankful that her hands were steady, she ran her fingers down the muscles of his stomach and to the waistband of his pants. He pulled away from her unhappily and stood beside the bed, Seras swore that he hesitated for a split second before pushing the elastic over his hips and letting the pants drop to the floor.
It was the first time they were both completely naked in front of each other; on the zeppelin they had both kept something on, but now they had privacy and were free to take their time.
As the vampires gaze wandered up and down his body, Hans understood why Seras had hid herself. For the first time in decades he felt self-conscious, because now there was someone whose opinion of him mattered. He had been naked in front of strangers and felt more at ease than he did now.
Though she had no idea, her reaction reduced his anxiety. The enticing scent of arousal filled his nostrils and he growled lowly, stalking towards her.
Seras' breathing accelerated and she blushed all the way to her chest, but her eyes were steely and inviting as she reached out for him.
He entwined their fingers and pinned her hand to the pillow under her head as his body covered hers like a blanket.
He was surprised at how wet she was already, the temptation to sink into her right then and there almost conquered him but he just managed to still himself. Reluctantly he let go of her hand, sliding his own between their bodies until she gasped deliciously and her head lolling back against the pillow.
His long, lithe finger traced up and down her slit slowly at first before increasing the speed, taking note of every little reaction.
It drove her mad, Seras was ready to ready to grab him and force his hand to where she needed it when he finally started circling her clit.
He watched her reactions closely, experimenting with different tempos and pressure until he had her panting and writhing, quickly approaching climax.
Seras clawed and gripped at his back, her limp hands unable to hold on for long.
"Hans," she pleaded urgently, "kiss me."
He did so just in time to swallow the scream, her nails piercing his back as the rest of her body shuddered before going completely limp.
While she recovered, Hans moved to lie at her side and nuzzled her hair to hide the proud smirk on his face and sent a sincere thanks to his father. It had been difficult to sit through those mortifying lectures at the time (he had been unable to look his mother in the eye for days) but he was finally putting the advice to use.
"Are you bleeding?" Seras breathed, nose twitching at the scent.
"A little."
Even though her face was still tinted pink from her orgasm he could see the blush after she looked at his abused back.
"Sorry," she said, kissing his collarbone.
"I don't mind," he smiled.
She shifted closer to him, freezing up when she felt his arousal against her hip.
"Ve can stop," he promised.
"No," she said determinedly, sliding her leg up his and pulling him closer.
His eyes darkened and his jaw clenched when he felt her heat against his strained length. How he managed not finish right there and then was mystery to him.
Small but worked fingers touched his chest as he propped himself up on his forearm, the other hand held her hip as he positioned himself.
Seras was surprised that there was no pain this time, just the relief of being filled. Red eyes closed against her will and she bit her lip, her muscles stretching to accommodate his large size.
Knowing that he was watching her, the vampire nodded with a soft sigh, telling him to continue.
Despite committing every detail of their first time to memory, Hans realised he had completely forgotten how good being insider her felt.
He started with a leisurely grind, more for his benefit then hers, that quickly turned into slow, solid thrusts. His body buzzed with gratification and he had to fight not to pound into her like a beast. If she wanted him to, then that was different but for now…
She started rocking her hips to meet his, letting out a sharp breath every time they did. His tip grazed a spot that made her body sing, she locked her legs around his waist to try and make it happen again and when it did she bucked uncontrollably. Later she would be embarrassed by the pleading cries she let out as he quicken their pace, hitting the spot over and over again, but at that moment all she cared about was the rapidly escalating pleasure in her core.
He had released her hip and braced his arms on either side of her, making sounds somewhere between grunting and growling.
"Seras," his hot breath ticked her ear as their bodies pressed together, the firm muscles on his chest brushing over her peaked nipples as he moved.
"Ich liebe dich," he blurted out.
She had no idea what he said, but the tone was tender and she loved hearing him speak in his native tongue.
"Hans," she whimpered back, holding onto his shoulders as long, intense spasms shook her body. The werewolf snarled when wet, tight muscles clenched around his shaft, his claws shredded the blankets under his hands and he saw white for a few blissful seconds.
Seras' entire body went limp and she sunk into the mattress in a panting, shaking heap as the last waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Hans managed a few sluggish, final thrusts before collapsing on top of her and tried to move almost immediately after; sure he was crushing the poor girl.
But Seras put her limp arms around his middle, not ready to separate from him. The German happily complied and nuzzled her hair, which was pretty much the only part that he wasn't covering.
For a few moments they just laid there, barely moving until Seras squirmed uncomfortably and Hans rolled away, eyes drinking her in as he did.
Her bare chest heaved as she caught her breath, but his gaze lingered on her face; there was an alluring flush on her cheeks and she dipped her tongue out to wet her swollen lips.
Is he wasn't careful he would end up taking her again.
"So herrlich," he said quietly.
She half opened her eyes and turned onto her side to look at him, admiring how the light sheen of sweat made his muscles gleam in the dim light.
"You said that after the first time too," she mumbled lazily.
That he had, he realised.
"What does it mean?"
"So gorgeous," he explained, wrapping an arm around her waist and easily dragging her across the bed to him.
That made her smile. She didn't bother asking what else he had said in German since she was already dosing off, instead she just snuggled against his chest and drifted into sated sleep.
Attempts at stealthy footsteps woke Hans later that day, even before he opened his eyes he knew it was Seras trying to get back to her room without disturbing her sleeping lover. He wasn't offended by it, during the day she usually slept in her coffin.
However, her sneaking skills needed work.
"Guten morgen," he greeted.
"Morning," she replied, adjusting the sleeve on her nightgown. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up,"
"It's fine," he promised, groaning as he stretched his arms and legs out, not caring in the slightest that he was naked.
The use of his mother tongue reminded her about the night before, "what did you say in German before?"
"I told you-"
"No not…" she blushed at that, looking at the ground to hide her smile, "before that part."
He sat up, trying to recall what he said.
"I don't remember saying anything else," he said honestly.
"It was something like…" she winced a little, sure she was about to butcher the language, "Ich… something… ditch?"
He shook his head.
"Well, you definitely spoke."
"I believe you," and he did. With a sly smile he added, "I must have been distracted."
Her face went a shade of red just lighter than her eyes, "I'll take that as a compliment."
Unable to look him in the eyes, she reached and lightly scratched the bottom of his foot (it was the only thing in reach) affectionately as she moved towards the door. The limb jerked and a crude but merry snort escaped from him.
Seras stopped and turned around, with an evil looking smile that rivalled Alucard's.
"What was that?"
"Nothing," he lied, saying it too quickly for it to be believable.
She slowly started making her way towards him, stalking around the bed and ignoring the low growl he emitted as he crossed his legs.
AN: Yes, the hair washing is a werewolf thing.
"Similar to many other types of animals, wolves frequently express their fondness through mutual grooming activities."
"Reciprocal grooming is especially common during courtship."
Don't worry, Seras will return the favour soon enough