Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, I do not own Hellsing or their characters… if I did I believe I would be quite rich and very well known, of which I am neither…..

You Smell So Nice

Chapter 1

There were only two times where Sir Integra was vulnerable.

Coincidentally, both of those times happened in the same place. The bathroom. Considering the fact that even then Integra brought with her a revolver, even she was vulnerable to attack from the annoying demon Alucard.

And he loved knowing that.

Integra had had a rough day. Fifteen over-due reports unfinished, and six attacks by rouge freaks and ghouls throughout the city. On top of all that, even with having to be rushed around the city of London, Alucard had still managed to pester her several times today.

Integra let loose a long, deep sigh as she prepared to take a hot, soothing bath. The day had finally calmed down a bit, and the fact that it was around three thirty in the morning meant no difference to Integra.

She was still going to get her bath.

Now that she thought about it, she mused setting down her revolver on the large counter in her bathroom, this entire week had been tiresome with attack after attack each day. Hardly allowing anyone peace, let alone a long and peaceful bath.

She yawned for a while, and quickly checked her revolver for bullets. Yes, it was completely full, and knowing that made her feel that much better. No matter where Integra went, she always, always made sure that she carried some sort of weapon with her. Better to be prepared for everything then not to be prepared for enough she always said.

She set her glasses down on the counter next to the revolver and rubbed the sides of her nose where her glasses usually set. Besides the fact that she had a horrible headache, her throat was dry and scratchy from the unusual amount of yelling that she had had to do recently. Under her breath, she murmured things to herself, some reminders, others curses for being in charge of this organization.

She pulled one of her more comfortable and fluffy towels, her personal favorite, only reserved for special times, for use during this particular bath. She then began the running water and plugged the drain when it became hot enough to suit her. As the water ran, she picked out her favorite soap aroma, which happened to be Vanilla Mist, and poured it in with the hot running water to produce delectable smelling bubbles and water.

She then began the task of undressing. First came her pants and coat, both a navy blue, together forming a men's suit. Then came her undershirt. She was then left standing in her bra and underwear. Integra turned to the left and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her platinum hair fell below her shoulder-blades, and was usually combed perfectly. However, at this moment it was disheveled and dirty. Her entire body was dirty, covered in a mixture of sweat, dirt, and blood. Besides that, her shapely body was bruised in several places, below her eyes were large bags. She hadn't been able to sleep much that week and had solely survived on the incredibly strong tea that Walter had served to her.

However, tired, bruised and battered, her body was still shapely and pleasing to the eye, even though most never got the chance to see more than her suit which covered her evenly, leaving much to the imagination.

Even to herself she looked exhausted.

The bath was ready now, and she quickly turned off the water, wondering just how long it had taken her to undress. She then removed the last bit of her clothing, her bra and underwear, and set that also with her dirty clothes pile.

She quickly checked for her bathrobe, and a fresh pair of underwear and shirt to quickly change into afterwards and then slid herself into the steaming waters of her bathtub.

During all of this, Alucard waited in the shadows. He had been outside the bathroom the entire time, listening to the rustle of her changing, the running of the water, her tired sighing. He realized that he really shouldn't bother her, should leave her to rest. And he would, but then, well… His trademark grin crossed his face as his canines became visual. He would have his fun yet. He need only be patient…

The water immediately began to cleanse her body, and Integra sighed happily as she closed her eyes. Everything was silent, and peaceful, and she was enjoying her bath already.

After fifteen minutes of simply soaking, she opened her eyes and reached forward to grab her shampoo. She rubbed it into her hair and then rinsed it back out with fresh water. She then repeated the procedure with the conditioner.

Before she decided to get out, she washed her body with her favorite body wash which was also a vanilla product. She leaned back and enjoyed her bath, dozing in and out until the water became a luke-warm and she decided to get out.

That was when she noticed a slight problem.

Both her towel and robe were missing leaving only her bra and shirt, and where she stored her towels and bathrobes were both on the other side of the door.

" Oh no… Should I call for Walter? No wait, he's out…" True to her word, Walter had recently left to visit relatives and would not be back for a few more days. He had left earlier that day. As far as she knew, she was stuck. There was only one option, and she was not exactly prepared to do it.

If she lived alone, or only with Walter, or even simply without Alucard that would be one thing, but her privacy could never be ensured. She sighed and mumbled into her hand,

"Dear God I hope he doesn't see this."

She stood slowly and shivered. Before she left, she took her hair in her hands and wrung it out. She reached back down and unplugged the water before taking a deep breath and stepping out of the tub.

Alucard had seen his chance, and he had taken it. While she had been relaxing, he had phased through the door and snagged both her towel, rather comfy if he didn't say so himself, and her bathrobe, leaving her with no other choice. She was going to have to brave running into him, and make a run for a towel almost naked.

Another grin snaked it's way across his face as he prepared to go into the next part of his plan.

A wet, and naked Integra stood just behind her bathroom door, her face poking out, looking around her room for any signs of Alucard before she tried this. She had her glasses on her face, along with the shirt and underwear. Her wet hair and body clung to the shirt, for once in her life, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Her room was dark and cold as she stood there shivering.

She had her revolver in her right hand, and while she could have put her other clothes on, that would have just had made her take another bath because they were dirty to no salvageable state, they needed to be washed.

She took another deep breath and opened the door completely, stepping out quickly and keeping a steady pace, dripping water behind her.

" Looking for something Master?" That voice. That horrible mocking voice. It could only mean one thing. Oh no… Integra thought.

" Alucard! Get out of my room this instant!" Her throat still hurt, so even managing to raise her voice to that high had already put a strain on it.

He chuckled and outstretched his arm. Laying across his arm was both her towel and bathrobe.

" Alucard…….. Give me back my towel and bathrobe this instant or I shall shoot you multiple times in the head." She was tired and this was beginning to bother her headache back and it had a vengeance. Her hair was not dripping wet, but it was still wet and there seemed to be a draft as she shivered involuntarily she heard Alucard say,

" Awww, Master, are you cold? Here, why don't you let me warm you up…" Before Integra had time to retort, much less shoot him, he appeared behind her. Even before she could turn around, or yell for that matter, he had his arms around her and was holding her close to him.

She felt herself go red. There she was, wearing only a shirt and underwear as this inconsiderate demon touched her! I'm going to kill you… Slowly, and painfully I will kill you.

" Oh Master, that's not very nice of you to say."

" You didn't give me time to say it Alucard, you idiot."

" Such harsh words. Why can't we all just get along?"

" Because you are a idiotic, egotistical vampire with no respect for other people's privacy. No get off of me before I shoot you." She would have yelled the last part, but she was tired, and in a bad position. She just wanted him to let go, she would punish him tomorrow, if she even decided to.

She shivered again, a little bit of still being damp, and a little bit of disgust. He brought her closer as her body stiffened from his touch. He warmed her body up, drying the last bit of water from her body, but leaving her hair damp. Her hair was even more exceptionally beautiful when it was wet. His fiendish grin reappeared as he picked her up, holding her as one might hold a small child.

"Alucard… put… me…" She yawned. " down…" He stood there and rocked side to side back and forth… back and forth… back and forth in an even and slow motion. He then did something Integra never thought he would do.

He began to hum. It was not a creepy tune, but a sad, slow tune that made her feel even more drowsy than before. Her hair hung over his arms, swaying with them.

She had switched the gun from her right hand to her left when her right hand had gotten tired, and now the gun grew loose in her hand, now it was just barely hanging there. Right before it fell, Alucard reached out his hand and grabbed it, setting on the nearby dresser.

To do that, he had shifted what little weight Integra seemed to have to him onto his chest, and has he brought his other arm back, he found, to his delight, that Integra was leaning onto his chest, and looking up at him with slightly distant and blurred eyes.

" Alucard.. You keep touching….me… I'm so tired…" He continued to rock and hum, and before Integra knew what happened, she was fast asleep, her hand clutching at his shirt.

He chuckled softly to himself as he walked over to Integra's bed. He felt justified in having done this. Integra had been working herself over the edge this past week, hardly sleeping, eating, or doing much of anything else. He personally planned to make sure that she rested, and that she would not spend so much time working.

He layed her onto the bed and took a moment to just stare at her. Her mouth was open slightly as she breathed carefully and slowly. He could almost smell a cold coming on, and he hoped that that would teach her to rest more often.

Her body was in one word, perfect. In fact, Alucard wished that there was another word instead of perfect, a better one, one designed just for her. After staring a bit longer, his eyes resting on her perfect chest and thighs, and even pausing at her neck, staring at the pulsing veins filled with her delicious blood, he began to help her get ready for bed.

He worked slowly and carefully, being especially careful not to wake her or bother her already sore body.

He removed her glasses, setting them on the bed, and found her pajama drawer (after raiding her dresser before, he knew perfectly well were everything was). Without a moments hesitation, he slipped on a pair of men's pajama bottoms, pausing every so often for her to breath a particular sigh, or simply to stare at her.

He then pulled back the soft silken blankets and sheets and gently eased her into her bed. She let out a small whimper as her face squinted in what he took to be a bad dream. He didn't look inside her head, instead, he clasped her hand to his face, smelling it gently, until her face quieted and she looked peaceful once again. He stood to leave to find that her hand had closed on his

He looked down at her with a gentile look and gently pried her fingers loose. Before he left, he took one more look at her face to see a tear sliding down her cheek. Alucard didn't have to look inside her head to know why she cried. She cried because of her life in general, the responsibilities, the hassles, the drain it seemed to take from her life itself.

A few more tears slide out and landed onto the pillow. And Alucard wrote her a note, leaving it under her glasses. He then leaned down and kissed her softly on her forehead, a loving and protective kiss. Alucard disapproved of her always having to deal with this.

Integra was a strong woman, but she too had needs. She never had time for a regular life, therefore a social life was out of the question. He thought about staying with her until morning but decided that he had other things to do, he would come when she needed him, and was simply waiting for her to admit the truth.

As he phased through the wall, he murmured quietly to her,

" My God do you smell good…"

So? What do you think? I like it, but then again, I wrote it. My first Hellsing Fic, so please be nice. Sorry if the characters are a bit OC, but it's all good! Please R&R for me, but nothing mean, alright? Constructive criticism is asked for. .