"Thankyou, Walter. Is everything in order?" she inquired, her voice rich with authority.
"Of course, Sir Integra."
"And Seras Victoria?"
"She should be in her coffin by morning."
A slight smile tugged the corners of her mouth.
"Excellent."
With that, the pair emerged from the mansion, Integra glancing out of the corner of her eyes at the tall figure as they came upon a black limo. She raised a brow as he slinked over ahead of her, extending one gloved hand and opening the door.
Curiosity was clearly written upon her features as she took a seat in the fancy vehicle, Walter sliding behind the wheel comfortably. She relaxed back against the plush dark velvety seating and exhaled, wondering of the state of her destination. Afterall, she had left it entirely up to Walter. She glanced out the window for a moment, curious as to why her servant had not shifted gears when she felt the slow pressure of Alucard sliding in the vehicle beside her, shutting the door. For some reason the thought of being locked in a backseat with the vampire was suddenly...exciting.
It was utterly comical to watch a creature capable of interdimensional travel endure this relatively slow form of limited human transportation and she raised a brow at his presence.
A slow smile heighted by the site of one heavily lidded ruby eye was his response.
She swallowed as she looked away.
He must be dying to bend the rules already...
The ride was slow and she said little to him before they reached the restaurant, pulling up in front of two columns that were prelude to the large golden door.
She smiled faintly.
Her favorite restaurant.
She was surprised yet again when Alucard stepped out first, holding the door and extending his hand. She waved away his chivalry as she stepped onto the carpet leading to the impressive gold-adorned entrance.
She thanked Walter quietly before the pair walked up the restaurant, Alucard mentioning their reservation.
The suit-clad man at the door immediately ushered them in wholeheartedly, opening the wide door. Cool, fragrant air greated the senses as she observed every candle-lit table, each circled by the young and the restless, the wealthy and the retired of her country's populus. Women in long beautiful evening gowns, expensive jewels glittering from their fingers as they grasped their expensive glasses... sipping their expensive wines, some turning to glance at Integra's rather eccentric choice of clothing. A few young men stealing a few surreptitious glances from her, sizing up her fortunes.
She ignored them as she was led to a quiet candle-lit table in the corner, Alucard once again reaching to pull her chair back for her.
She rolled her eyes and sat down just a little too quicky.
The waiter returned with a small trey of two dampened expensive white cloths. Before she could even reach for her own Alucard had plucked it from it's silver nest, taking both of her hands in his own and massaging the cloth over them. She was lost for all of three seconds before she swallowed at his gentle movements, eyes widening. It was over in a minute, and she suddenly found herself watching the waiter's retreating form dazedly as he took the trey.
The sound of her servant's voice brought her back.
"Why so pensive, Master?" his smile was suspicious.
She blinked thrice before turning to him, finding her thoughts.
"Pretty bold taking me to a restaurant, Alucard."
His smile widened. "And how is that so?"
Her brows drew down. "I did not come here to watch you waste money you don't have pretending to eat things that you don't eat." She frowned as she could just imagine him with a steak, silver fork prodding it cautiously, just wishing for a good hearty trail of A-Positive to pool from it...
"Things that I don't eat? Believe what you wish, Master..."
As if on cue, the waiter returned, notepad in hand, ready to take their order.
"Good evening, Madame, what would you like?" Her eyes widened for a brief second as she realized that she hadn't even opened the pretty leather menu.
Before she could even pick it up, Alucard's voice was in the air, smooth and deep.
"Forgive me, I shall take the liberty," he grinned, the waiter turning to him.
"Yes, Monsieur?"
"We shall sample the bloc de foie gras de canard..." he smiled at his master, "Avec du pain... please"
Integra
raised a brow at his perfect pronunciation and accent. You couldn't
survive centuries without at least picking up a few languages she
rationalized...
The sound of a pen scribbling furiously upon a notepad followed before the main course was required.
"And for dinner?"
"She'll have the Filet of Loup de Mer," his eyes met her own as he continued. "And I'll have the Provimi Tenderloin de Veal..."
"Yes Monsieur..."
"Oh... And your last bottle of chateau petrus pomerol."
More scribbling was heard before the man nodded off, taking the menus and retreating.
Integra suddenly turned to the vampire. "Pomerol..." she sneered. The most expensive wine she knew, imported up to a $1000 a bottle. "You had better drink it..."
"And if I don't...?"
She turned to him once more, clearly caught off guard.
"What?"
"What if I'd rather have you to drink?"
Her eyes widened for a second before she caught herself, regaining her composure. Before she could retort, the waiter returned with their wine, corkscrew inserted and ready to be turned and plucked.
"Oh no..." Alucard said calmly. "I'll do it..." he assured the man, taking the bottle from him.
The man nodded and disappeared once again.
Remembering her anger, the stern woman glared. "I suggest you watch your tongue when you're in public with me, Alucard." she spoke softly.
"I understand, there are much better things I could be doing with it to you," his voice lowered.
"Excuse me?" she raised a brow struggling to stay in control.
"Don't be frightened, Sir Integra..." he whispered as he turned the cork screw slightly, ruby eyes piercing into her soul.
"Frightened...?" she spoke softly, hands folded upon the table.
"Of the pleasure I plan to coax from you."
"You will do no such-"
"It'll be a little frightening for me to tower over you, leaning you back gently onto your pretty soft mattress."
Her breath caught at the thought as she held the gaze.
"Oh really..."
"Indeed..." he smiled turning the screw. "Do not recoil when I place my lips along your neck for I will only seek to taste your warm skin..."
"You-"
"Hold back from moaning once my kisses travel lower, tongue flicking out to test one flushed nipple of your perfect bosom..." he spoke uninhibited, gaze never wavering as he continued to turn the screw.
She inhaled sharply, eyes becoming heavily lidded.
"You will be allowed to squirm with delight as my hands massage your curves, attention travelling lower... ... and lower... your body feverish to the touch."
Her gaze was tense, breath coming in short gasps as she froze.
"I want you to tremble when I part those smooth thighs, exposing your desire. Tremble with a passion as my lips travel up your inner thigh slowly, nibbling on the heated flesh. Tremble and moan as I inch my way closer to your passage."
"Alucard..." she breathed.
"It doesn't end there. You will be sobbing as I trace my tongue along those soft folds of labia...crying as you moan for me.. beg for me... call for me... as you push toward me aching to be filled. Aching for the pleasure of me inside of you..."
She hadn't realized she was gripping the table hard.
"Groan with abandon as I thrust my tongue into that hot wetness, sliding it in and out... in and out... further and further... ripping the tortured cries of delight from you before..."
Integra jolted visibly with a gasp as the corkscrew popped, jarring her from her thoughts. She swallowed hard.
"Oh look..." Alucard stated smugly, eyes sultry. "I got it open..."
Integra stared numbly as Alucard reached forward, filling her glass as well as his own.
Without another word, Integra grasped her glass quickly, downing its entire contents hungrily, wishing someone remind her why she had agreed to something that it was becoming apparent she just might not win...