On board the airplane, Alucard took his seat by the window, promptly closing the window's cover and setting his cumbersome hat in his lap. Integra shoved her carry-on bag under the seat in front of her and took the complimentary pillow and blanket from where they were lodged between the seats. The pillow she gave to Walter, for it was thin and useless and in the way. She kept the blanket, keeping in mind her body's habit to get cold rather easily, and set it down by her bag for the time being.

In just a matter of minutes, after all the passengers had taken their seats, the captain came on the loud speaker and announced their destination, expected time of arrival and that refreshments and a snack will be served on the flight. Shortly after this announcement, the plane began to move and make its way toward the runway.

Integra pulled her new magazine from her bag and opened it on her lap. She saw Alucard shift out of the corner of her eye and gaze down at the glossy pictures with her. The first page she stopped and looked at depicted several celebrities posing on the red carpet. They wore a variety of styles of dresses. Most were revealing and bold. She glanced over each one, stopping on one that the magazine had marked with a big thumbs down. The actress had seemingly dressed in the dark; she wore a slinky white dress, sleeveless with a deep v-neck revealing ample cleavage, thin straps going around her neck to hold the dress up. It was a basic dress; not one you would see on the red carpet. To make it worse, however, the actress adorned her waist with an enormous, loosely hanging belt of giant stones and gaudy gold loops. Hanging from the center of the atrocious belt was a long chain of those hideous loops and at the end of that, like a great big pendulum, dangled another extravagant stone. Integra scoffed at the humiliating outfit while Alucard chuckled. He leaned forward and pointed at another picture on the page. This picture was graced by a pair of thumbs up.

"You would look delectable in this, Master." He purred in her mind. Integra looked up at him to find him eyeing her most disturbingly. She looked back down at the picture. The blonde celebrity in the picture was wearing a sleek, shining gown of a deep crimson color. It was very classy: sleeveless, form-fitting, very pretty. Of course, as elegant as it was, it had to have something bold about it, and it did. All the way up the celebrity's left leg, there was an audacious slit from floor to hip. Even Integra, known for her confidence and nerve, would not wear something so daring.

That familiar voice invaded her thoughts yet again. "Of course, you would never wear that sort of dress in public. I wouldn't allow it." This caused Integra to tense. He wouldn't allow it? Who did he think he was? Integra quickly decided that, if given the chance, she would wear the bold and sleek dress. Just to piss Alucard off. Said vampire was obviously tapping into her head at that moment for he turned to her and growled low, "If you did that, I would tear it off of you. You would be too much of a disgrace, nude in a formal and probably royal event, for any man to lust for you then." Integra's eyes widened in shock and she turned to stare at her servant. He held her gaze for a moment before turning away to stare at nothing.

Integra always knew Alucard was protective. But was he really this possessive? She smirked when she was sure Alucard wouldn't notice. It might be fun to see Alucard jealous. She made a mental note to flaunt at the next royal ball and a second mental note to buy a new dress to flaunt in. Integra felt her legs growing cold and pulled the blanket up and unfolded it across her abdomen and upper legs.

"You will only attract attention to yourself. Men who give that attention only want one thing." Alucard warned.

"You sure do know a lot about that 'thing', servant." She meant it as a sort of jibe to point out that he sure was concerned about the attention she received, but as soon as she heard the words come out of her mouth, she knew she failed miserably. Alucard smirked wide and leaned in close to her ear.

"I am an expert, my dear Master."As he said it, Integra felt something snake over her thigh. Alucard looked away, seemingly done with that conversation, and Integra ignored the strange sensation at first as it seemed to disappear. To her surprise, though, it must have only stopped moving; a few moments later, she felt it again. Something was meandering over her leg and up her hip. She didn't want to cause a scene and embarrass herself if it was just a spider. She just shifted in her seat a bit and hoped it would crawl off.

Several moments later, Integra was beginning to worry a little. The "thing" was now crawling over her lower stomach, under her blouse, and it was quickly making its way downward, past the button of her slacks. She glanced down, not really expecting to see or stop it, when she noticed something moving beneath her blanket; it was something long and small; it was coming from Alucard's seat. She was suddenly furious. She lifted the blanket to find a smoky tendril snaking its way into her pants. Alucard grinned insanely wide at the fuming Hellsing.

Integra's voice was scathing inside the vampire's skull. "Get your vile extension away from my body!"

Alucard did as he was told, his eyes gleaming in amusement. "Someday, Master, you will not want me to stop." This only further infuriated the young Hellsing director and Alucard watched as a vein protruded from his master's beautiful neck. "You're going to tire yourself getting all uptight like that, Master. You can lay your head on my shoulder if you want," he taunted. The vampire uncrossed his legs and grinned at Integra (AN: a little reference to another story of mine there. For clarification, see "Affected". Hehe). Integra blushed and turned away to glare down at her magazine, which she, unknowingly, had in a death grip.

Without even looking at him, Integra growled two words in her mind, knowing Alucard was listening. He stiffened when he heard them and looked away, the grin still there but the amusement gone. "No dinner."