Chapter 2 (Integra Takes Initiative) By IWH_master
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They're not mine. They belong to
someone else.
"Ouch! Not so tight!! Make it form to my body, not make it form my body!!! Don't crush my ribs!" Integra yelled at Walter.
Walter quickly dropped the lacing, as she turned to slap him for hurting her, "I'm deeply sorry Sir Integra. I won't make it too tight anymore." He winced, but felt no pain from her quick little hand.
She had stopped, and was looking around, her eyes darting from one end of the wall in front of her to the other end. She knew he was there...
"Well isn't this a sight," said a deep, provocative voice. Integra knew that growling voice, and stood up straight so as to show that she knew him, and knew him well. She especially knew that he was pretty much required to have respect for her, unless told not to.
The only thing that wasn't fully on her was the corset. She already had the main pieces on. When he came out of the shadows, she glared at the sneer on his face, then wore one herself.
"Don't think too much of it," she huffed at him, the sneer slipping of her face at an alarming rate. "After all," she said becoming serious to the extreme, "you had to get dressed for it too." She raised an eyebrow, "Although, I must say, I like that look on you better."
Now she was taunting him. She turned to Alucard, and started walking towards him with a slow pace, and his eyes started to show that he was becoming shifty, staring at her with them the whole time. They were barely seeable beneath his bangs which still needed fixing up, she noticed. Once she was level with him she started to go in a circle around him, taking in every little detail of his new 'make over.' When she returned to the front side of his body, she received a stare of dislike. She had expected it. She smirked, and turned back to Walter.
"Fix your hair Alucard," she said, quite bluntly. Her bright blue eyes not turned to him.
"You should tie the rest of your corset," Alucard said, becoming slightly annoyed at her amusement towards him.
"We're just finishing that up..." Walter interrupted.
"Then we can go, right?" Integra and Alucard said in unison. Integra had returned to the front of Walter, who immediately started finishing the lacing. Alucard fixed his hair in a matter of seconds.
"No," Walter said point blank.
"What!" Integra said. She didn't want to be completely fancied up. The dress was enough to make her gag out of disgust. In fact, if it would have been up to her, she would have gone to the dance thing in a suit no matter what, but Walter wouldn't have let her alone. Then out of nowhere, she retorted, "Tell me Walter. Were women supposed to breathe or eat in these dresses." She was loathing Alucard for being allowed to wear a suit.
"As far as I know Sir, no," Walter said, in a dull uncaring voice.
"Well then, this is the perfect dress for the occasion, and I hate it," she said in utter disgust.
"Well now that's done. Now we have to fix you up a little more," Walter said, loving the fact that Integra was royally pissed.
"I can't wait to see this," Alucard mocked.
"Oh," she said to his comment. "You're not going to see anything because you're leaving until I ask for you again."
Alucard hated being counted out of the action. He had an unenthusiastic look on his face, while she smirked at him yet again. Walter couldn't help but smile: they were just like little children.
"Alright, Alucard," he said starting to lead him from the room. "You need to go, mostly so she is comfortable with getting a little dressed up," he added in his ear.
Alucard nodded in agreement, and vanished.
"Let's get this show on the road," Walter said to Integra.
"Ouch! Not so tight!! Make it form to my body, not make it form my body!!! Don't crush my ribs!" Integra yelled at Walter.
Walter quickly dropped the lacing, as she turned to slap him for hurting her, "I'm deeply sorry Sir Integra. I won't make it too tight anymore." He winced, but felt no pain from her quick little hand.
She had stopped, and was looking around, her eyes darting from one end of the wall in front of her to the other end. She knew he was there...
"Well isn't this a sight," said a deep, provocative voice. Integra knew that growling voice, and stood up straight so as to show that she knew him, and knew him well. She especially knew that he was pretty much required to have respect for her, unless told not to.
The only thing that wasn't fully on her was the corset. She already had the main pieces on. When he came out of the shadows, she glared at the sneer on his face, then wore one herself.
"Don't think too much of it," she huffed at him, the sneer slipping of her face at an alarming rate. "After all," she said becoming serious to the extreme, "you had to get dressed for it too." She raised an eyebrow, "Although, I must say, I like that look on you better."
Now she was taunting him. She turned to Alucard, and started walking towards him with a slow pace, and his eyes started to show that he was becoming shifty, staring at her with them the whole time. They were barely seeable beneath his bangs which still needed fixing up, she noticed. Once she was level with him she started to go in a circle around him, taking in every little detail of his new 'make over.' When she returned to the front side of his body, she received a stare of dislike. She had expected it. She smirked, and turned back to Walter.
"Fix your hair Alucard," she said, quite bluntly. Her bright blue eyes not turned to him.
"You should tie the rest of your corset," Alucard said, becoming slightly annoyed at her amusement towards him.
"We're just finishing that up..." Walter interrupted.
"Then we can go, right?" Integra and Alucard said in unison. Integra had returned to the front of Walter, who immediately started finishing the lacing. Alucard fixed his hair in a matter of seconds.
"No," Walter said point blank.
"What!" Integra said. She didn't want to be completely fancied up. The dress was enough to make her gag out of disgust. In fact, if it would have been up to her, she would have gone to the dance thing in a suit no matter what, but Walter wouldn't have let her alone. Then out of nowhere, she retorted, "Tell me Walter. Were women supposed to breathe or eat in these dresses." She was loathing Alucard for being allowed to wear a suit.
"As far as I know Sir, no," Walter said, in a dull uncaring voice.
"Well then, this is the perfect dress for the occasion, and I hate it," she said in utter disgust.
"Well now that's done. Now we have to fix you up a little more," Walter said, loving the fact that Integra was royally pissed.
"I can't wait to see this," Alucard mocked.
"Oh," she said to his comment. "You're not going to see anything because you're leaving until I ask for you again."
Alucard hated being counted out of the action. He had an unenthusiastic look on his face, while she smirked at him yet again. Walter couldn't help but smile: they were just like little children.
"Alright, Alucard," he said starting to lead him from the room. "You need to go, mostly so she is comfortable with getting a little dressed up," he added in his ear.
Alucard nodded in agreement, and vanished.
"Let's get this show on the road," Walter said to Integra.