By IWH-master
Disclaimer: don't own, oh well.
AN: this chapter should end up at least a little longer. If not a lot longer. Also characters maybe OOC.
She finally opened the door, but only barely slipping through, as though she was trying to be sly. As she did so Alucard noticed something. Her eyes were sly, sneaky, or even mischievous in a way. Then once through the door she looked at him, and shut the door slowly behind her back, locking it in the process.
He then also noticed that she was still in her long trench coat. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. The only thing on her entire face that was showing any kind of emotion were her eyes. They were cruel, yet erotically intense.
He then wore an expression of confusion. This is not my master, and if it is, then she's acting very strangely, he thought to himself. She was slowly gliding toward Alucard, each step she took as smooth as ice, her body slightly swaying to each side as she shifted her weight back and forth. Then right between Alucard and the door she stopped and, with one swift movement, her coat flew towards the floor. His eyes widened at the sight of black, shiny leather pants, and a black sleeveless turtleneck. Her feet donned black, ankle high, high-heeled boots, and a whip had been stashed in her trench.
"Um... Master... I think that something is seriously wrong with you," Alucard said, eyes widening. He then noticed that she had chosen to smirk at the comment.
She had flung the whip around, caught him by the throat, and yanked quickly on it, pulling him even closer to her. He was right in her face, "Bow to your master, Alucard, my pet, and mommy will treat you extra special tonight." She cocked her head to the side while saying this. At that instant a window blew open, letting rain fly in, exposing the candles to the winds fury, and letting a bolt of lightning illuminate the room.
His eyes grew even larger at the sight of this, and his jaw dropped. "What the hell is going on with you?" he replied to her openness.
"I'm just trying to have a little fun that's all," she said, ending her response with peck on the lips.
So taunting! So teasing! Must resist! He tried to concentrate on not losing it. He didn't want things to happen this way, but he couldn't take it.
He kneeled on the floor, and bowed his lowest.
Then out of nowhere, a dark laughter filled the room. He looked up, and realized that it was his master.
She crouched down, making a squeaking noise, and she placed her hand under his chin. Her long fingers felt almost like ice against his freezing skin, and her icy eyes pierced through his blood red ones.
She was wearing his characteristic mock smirk. He was not wearing one at all. She gently pulled his face towards hers, and stopped with about a centimeter between their noses. Another flash of lightning.
Something was seriously wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Master?" he said, putting his hand underneath her chin.
"Yes, Alucard," she said, her hair blowing to one side of her head.
This would have been an odd sight if anyone would have happened to walk in on them, but luckily the door was locked. HA HA!
"Where have you been the last two days?" he said, whilst receiving a mysterious, yet quizzical, look.
"I don't really remember," she said.
With that she pulled his face to hers. Their lips met. Hers were icy just like her hands and her eyes. Her eyes closed, but his remained open. She broke the kiss, and pushed him to the floor. He was on his back, and she stepped over him. He scooted back so that his back was against one of the gentleman's chairs was holding him up. Then she sat over him, straddling his lanky figure.
She then proceeded to undo his tie, and whipped it off. Then she demanded that he take off his long red jacket. After doing so, she ripped open his shirt, not caring that it had buttons, so that every time she jolted the fabric lose, buttons went flying in every direction.
"M-Master... I've um... never seen you this way before. Something is seriously wrong," he was astonished that she was acting so, well, sexually. She was always up tight, and fought her passions, at least these types of passions, but here she sat. She was straddled over him, and caressing his face with her hands. Then her hands slowly moved down over his pale smooth chest, as her tongue worked with his, and played with each others' teeth. Down past his ribs, and to his belt. She slowly worked away at the buckle, ever so slowly releasing the material from its confines.
Once the belt was undone she whipped it out from the belt loops, just like she was cracking her whip. She is so damn sexy! NO! NO! I must resist! But oh god...his mind started to slip as he felt her hands move around on his back, so gently, yet so violently as he felt her nails slightly scratch his pale flesh. His hands moved up to her face, and to the back of her head.
She leaned further into him, making his body tighten, and his stomach to fly.
She broke away just to say, "I want you."