The waiter had returned shortly with a bill and she reached forward, ready to take it when a gloved hand closed over it casually.
She nearly dropped her jaw upon his calm composure as he whipped out a check-book and shiny gold pen, scribbling onto it. The waiter returned shortly to retrieve it and she held her breath, waiting for his imaginary check to bounce. To her surprise, they were thanked for their choice of dining and graciously led to the exit.
Once outside, Integra glared suspiciously up at the vampire.
"How did you do it..." she said quickly. He smiled.
"Do what?"
"Hmph... don't play games with me. How did you pay for that?"
He looked down at her.
"I wrote a check. "
"Bull... I'd better not be getting billed for this later..."
"You wont..."
Her eyes narrowed.
"...And you'd better not make any victims to ensure that either..."
He laughed.
"Unecessary..."
"So what is your plan, now?"
"Whatever you like?"
"I'd like to return home..."
He smirked.
"Ending the game so soon? Afraid to see the score if we play any further?"
Of course, but why give him the pleasure of having her voice it.
"We're going home. Now."
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a cell, surprising her for the umpteenth time that night.
In seconds he made his request. Moments later, their limo had pulled up.
Integra glanced over at the vampire seated beside her. He was already gazing at her.
"For a human, you don't take much pleasure in your mortality," he suddenly concluded.
She turned partially toward him, brow raised.
"...What?"
"Just look at you. The stern expression, the tight posture..." she suddenly became physically aware of her hard-edged composure.
"It's called discipline," she declared.
The vampire shook his head.
"It's called hiding."
She rolled her eyes.
"Call it what you want. "
"..You're afraid to relax, aren't you..."
Integra's eyes narrowed. She wasn't afraid of anything.
...of ANYTHING..
"I am relaxing..."
He chuckled.
"No, you're not..."
She turned to him again.
"What would you know..."
"I know how to live a little..."
Live a little? Who was he kidding...
"You're dead..." she scoffed.
"True for a part of my physical being. That doesn't apply to my desires, Master."
She swallowed.
"Why
should I relinquish control... Give up my discipline... so I can end up
on the losing end?" she shook her head. "Is that what you did? Just let
it all go? Let so much of it go that one day you woke up chained in my
basement, wondering how you got there?"
Almost immediately she realized she had struck a chord and she bit her tongue.
His eyes narrowed suddenly and he drew back slowly... very, very slowly.
It was suddenly too hot in the limo, Integra concluded. Minutes passed in silence and Alucard wasn't making any conversation.
She wasn't quite sure if he was still offended from her earilier comment. She had never seen him like this before, and had no idea how to go about fixing it either. Sitting here quietly wasn't going to make it any better.
After a long moment of silence she reached out, placing her hand gently over his. He turned to look at her, waiting. She cleared her throat.
"Alucard..." she took a breath. "You know... I didn't mean to be so-"
"I know..." he nodded, gazing into her eyes and moving closer slowly. "...and you know it."
He had never acted like this before.
"Are you alright?" she inquired as he put a gloved hand to her face gently, turning her gaze toward him. She put her hand over his.
"Yes, Master..." he breathed. "And you needed to say it..."
"Nonsense. That wasn't called for..." her brows drew down as he moved closer, face just inches from her own. Her eyes suddenly widened as he moved closer still. "...Alucard... what are you-"
"...Were you trying to get a rise out of me..?." he inquired softly, voice low.
"...Did you want me to?" she smirked as his hand slipped around her back.
"...You already have..." he breathed, mouth finally closing the gap between her own. She sighed softly as his hand ran up and down her back, scrambling her senses for a moment. When he drew back she was breathless, eyes heavily lidded.
"For once, I'm sorry, Alucard..." she spoke softly. He smiled, gaze tense as his right hand slipped between her thighs rubbing carefully.
"I know you are..." he was enjoying the game.
Her breath hitched, eyes widening at the sensation it caused. He put his lips to her neck, indulging in the moan the action awarded him with.
Her hands came up, his left guiding her right to his chest. He was so warm. So very warm.
Without a second thought she undid the belt to his slacks, loosening them before pushing a hand down beneath them.
Her eyes widened and she swallowed.
"A-...Alucard..." she breathed, dizzy with desire.
"Yes...?"
"Don't...Don't take this the wrong way... " she spoke as she ran her hand up the startling length..."But do you really think it will..."
His low laughter hushed her as he put his lips to her ear, voice sultry. Just wait till they got back inside.
"I'll make it fit..."
The limo jolted with a bump in a road and she snapped out of her daze, ripping her hand out of his slacks before turning to peek through the tinted windows.
He sat back slowly, fixing his clothing with an amused expression.
Gradually, the ride came to a halt and she turned to him, contemplating the moment of truth. They were back at the mansion and she felt like a giddy teenager, emotions flowing with excitement. She looked up into her servants eyes. He was still smiling a little.
Did he ever stop...
She took a deep breath as he exited the limo.
Now to the test of what she would do once she was back in her room...