Seras fidgeted ever so slightly as it became near time to wake up; she turned her head more into the shirt collar below her, trying desperately not to wake up.
He felt a tug on his shirt, which woke him up the rest of the way; he was half-awake when he felt it, still dazed and not able to open his eyes. Not like he needed to, Seras was still right there.
After a minute or two he decided it was useless and had to open his eyes; he saw Seras trying to go back to sleep. The arm that was resting underneath his head had fallen asleep, so he moved it and ended up wrapping it around Seras' back.
With a half grin on his vivid face, he looked years younger than what he was.
"I think we could sleep in today..."
Seras opened her eyes groggily this time, recognizing an annoying throb in her temples, but noticing even more her rather interesting position she had put her master into—and they were even on the floor! When did this happen?!
"...Umm..."
"So you noticed how you were sitting, eh Seras?"
"Err...yeah..." She noted the throb again that she hadn't experienced...well, in an extremely long time, and she started to piece things together. She wasn't really that inclined to ask anyhow, it was damn comfortable and she wasn't planning on moving anytime soon.
In his usual state of knowing anything and everything, he responded.
"Hmm...Don't worry, Seras, we didn't do anything weird last night...and day...you were just a little tipsy and fell...hehehe...I wasn't about to move you, I'm a pillow...mwahahaha..."
"Oh..." She suspected as much. "You don't have to move me, I'm fine right here." She poked him where his tie lay on his chest, pushing the red piece of material away from her face. He cackled lightly and returned with that little half-smile, where his fangs could be clearly seen.
"I see you must be as comfortable as me, then...and you know, you can remove my tie if you want to, since it's bothering you again..." He raised his eyebrow a little.
Seras made a thoughtful noise and sat the upper half of her body up slowly, trying not to ignite a real bad headache, and started undoing the knot in the middle like she had done before. Hunching over it and scrunching together her eyebrows in concentration (the knot was a pain in the ass to get out), she pulled it from around the folded-over collar, and then dropped it on the floor. He smiled gladly; the tie was starting to get to him...choking him around the neck.
He had to loosen his grip for her to do that, so when she sat up (making the position look even more wrong than it already did), he placed his hands on her hip. He saw that she winced slightly, though, trying not to show it.
"Hmmm...How are you feeling, Seras?" This time, he asked it with concern, and not in his typical hyper, insane mood. Seras had flinched as a large throb made an unexpected 'appearance,' afterwards it left, leaving behind the normal dull ones.
"Hmm...Hangover, I guess."
He had the feeling it was that, but wasn't going to say anything about it. It was kind of his fault for them getting like that, but it WAS amusing.
"You should take it easy then...Your body is still weak from the energy you used, with the added reason that we were drinking...it will take an even greater toll..." He moved his left hand from her hip and ran it through her hair, sliding it's way down to the side of her face. Seras smiled jovially, ignoring the best as she could the throbbing in her head.
She decided to lie back down, almost sliding down until her head rested where his tie used to be lying; her hands and arms rested at his sides.
He struggled a bit more as he tried to suppress his urges, and dragged the arm that was on her face back down to her side, across her back and hugged her.
"Hmmm...So you like it tight, eh Seras?" He joked around, knowing well that what he said had a double meaning. Seras urked, however, and scrunched together her eyebrows, staring at him skeptically. Having been caught off-guard; her voice was monotone, yet, with a hint of sarcasm.
"Master.…….….Hentai."
"...In all my years no one has dared call me a hentai..."
"Well, then...Everybody's been avoiding the truth." She snickered. He laughed shrilly, holding the cackle deep in his throat, making it sound more menacing.
"Seras, no one has noticed because it takes one to know one..." His face was lighter than it should have been, his eyes darker...
She urked again. "You caught me, master."
He wrapped his arms a little tighter around her as he laughed, returning to a more semi-insane state of mind.
"Caught you, Seras? I've had you trapped from the beginning...mwahahaha..."
"Oh?" She blinked up at him. "How so?"
"Hmm...From the night I bit you, you were my servant...trapped and bound to me," He now sounded crazy. "...Who would have thought this to happen..." He pointedly looked down again at Seras' position. She raised a pointed finger and wagged it, making her statement smartly.
"It's the 'fate' thing again, master."
"Hmm...Fate...there really isn't much fated besides life and death, but even that can be adjusted..." He continued, quirking an eyebrow. "...We just happen to be one in a million...mwahahaha..."
Seras nodded. "Mm-hmm..."
He looked at her still, and moved his hand up and down her side lazily; his eyes told of how he wanted it so badly, but his mind prevented him...warning him...
"Well, unless you think two sword-wielding priests, and an organization of vampires to kill vampires is fated...mwahahaha...It's all pretty hysterical."
She closed her eyes, her right hand finding its way up to the side of his neck and rested there.
"That is strangely funny...kind of ironic."
His eyes followed her hand that rested on him and on instinct he moved his hand to her side, pulling her slightly closer so that she didn't have to stretch so much.
"It is ironic...and what's even more, is that you have been staring intently at my neck lately..." Moving his arm, keeping one on her hip, he ran his hand up and down her side. She leaned her head forward just a little so she could rest the crook of her nose on his neck; the gloved hand on the other side wrapped its fingers around his neck gently.
With the smirk on his face, he had a perfect view of her neck, scattered lightly around it were the end strands of her unusually spiky orange hair. Moving his left arm around the back of her neck, and the other on her back for some support, he cackled lightly in enjoyment. She nuzzled his neck, grinning.
"Miss Hellsing would definitely not approve of this." There was a tinge of mischievousness in her voice.
He nodded in acknowledgement; his eyes still intent on her. There was a hint of mocking, sarcastic pity in his voice.
"Yes, but we could blame it on our hangovers...she was very harsh on us the other night..." With that, he started to kiss and nuzzle her neck as well, the hand on the back of her neck pushed the high collar of her uniform down as it, again, obstructed him. His teeth were barer than they were before; he had finally snapped, all night and the past day, he had been resisting. Well, no longer.
He moved his hand away from her neck and slid it down her back to rest against the curve of her lower back, while the other hand that was already low enough on her back slid down lower, below the hip and a little over. He yearned so badly to keep going down, but he didn't...
She looked at him through slitted eyes. "Hmm...She'll have to go easier on us, or else we'll get worse." She lifted herself up on her hands like she did before, looking down at him like a cat.
He grinned evilly, not wanting to stop, but also not wanting even more to show his intent, either.
"It will get worse whether she gets better or not..." He moved his arm over her back again, while the other still rested by her hip. He leaned up a little more, and grinned evilly, his teeth protruding a little more than they probably should have, but he didn't care. In one fell swoop motion he kissed her, and he felt her start kissing him back...
AN: O_O more hentai-ness coming!! Yep, we're evil hentai maniacs...