As I sit next to Samuel, I notice subtle differences between you and him. His movement is structured and sound, he knows every move before he makes it, yet, he is so free in the way he acts and speaks. He cares not to respect the social norms of conversation. And I usually I do not have tolerance for those insolent in social acts. But he, has a way with words. His words wrap around me like a blanket. The way his voice addresses my last name,
"Ms. Hellsing."
I breathe hard out of my nose.
"Is something wrong?" His voice pierces through my thoughts.
"No-no… I'm just thinking." I say.
"Well, what are you thinking about?" He asks. I blush slightly, I turn away and hide, but I try not to make it to obvious. But alas he notices. I see the most, sly smirk spread across his lips.
Shit.
"Ms. Hellsing?" He asks.
There it is again.
"Ms. Hellsing, will you get naked and lay on my desk?"
My head snaps in his direction. Am I hearing things? I give him a weird look. "What?" I say slowly.
"I said, are you all right? Your face is awfully red" He leans towards me. I shy away. His brow furrows at me.
"I would like a glass of water please." I answer him, ignoring his question. His mouth drops open.
"I- I.. uh, okay." He nods at me. Standing up he says "I'll be right back." He leaves the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I sigh.
What is wrong with me? Why am I being so disgusting?
I sit up in my chair, crossing my arms. Trying to clear my thoughts. I look up at the ceiling, the vents exposed. I shut my eyes. But all I can think about is Samuel. And for a moment, I have the slight in urge to lay on his desk for when he gets back. Placing all of his papers and pencils on my naked body in an arrangement that would cause me pleasure. I imagine him lightly dragging a pencil across my breast. I shiver at the thought.
I shake my head, and open my eyes again. I look around the room for a distraction. I stand up and pace his office. That seems to help. I go to sit back down, but this time I sit in his chair. It makes me feel small. His chair wraps around me, it's made of leather and foam.
Hm
I look around me, from side to side and watch the door. Then I slowly open the drawer to his desk and peek inside. And I am taken by surprise. Combustion paper? And what looks like a dried flower. I stare at it a bit more, Then it hit me.
Oh
"He smokes?" I question a load.
"What do I smoke?" I hear Samuel's voice, and I snap up.
Lie
"Uh…" My mouth goes dry. I stare at him wide eyed.
"So you went through my things?" he asks me. My face burns hot. I nod, swallow hard, wondering how he would react.
"Okay." He says shrugging, handing me my glass of water I asked for. I take it slowly.
"You're not angry I went through your things?" I ask.
"No. I have nothing to hide in here." He says. "This isn't my actual office. Just a study."
"Then where is your actual office?" I ask.
"My Warehouse…" He replies.
"Your… warehouse?" I question.
"I am arms dealer. Of course I have a warehouse." He leans in and shuts the drawer. I don't dare look at the drawer again. "And That is where I spend most of my time when i'm working." He says. I feel him stand over me, his hands tightly grasp the back of his leather chair. I can feel the strong grip because of how still the chair is. I stiffen upright. He is close to me. He leans down next to my ear. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. My breath hitches. He turns to whisper in my ear.
He is close, and my heart races for a moment.
Was he going to kiss me?
For a second, I hope so. I hope he kisses my ear.
"I should take you sometime." He whispers, standing up straight again. I raise an eyebrow.
What the hell was that? Why did he do that?
I remember when you use to do that to me Alucard. Leave me wondering what you did, make my heart race with just simple words and movements. I was such a fool then.
"Hm, well since I am buying weapons from you, it would be appropriate to see your arsenal." I clasps my hands together. My neck is hot from his closeness.
"Of course. How about tomorrow?" He suggests.
I think about my plans tomorrow. "Well, as long as it's not too late."
He takes his hands away from his chair. I almost frown. "Of course, you work during the night, I wouldn't disrupt that." He smiles, walking in front of the desk.
I peer at him. "Sure you wouldn't." I say sarcastically. "It's not like you've gotten me drunk at 2 in the morning." I roll my eyes.
He smirks at me. "You seemed to enjoy it." he says, giving me a small wink.
I almost want smack him. He was giving me the same smirk that you use too. Smiling at me, with confidence and teeth. I let out a sigh. "You're right, I did." I speak in a calm tone, making sure I didn't seem to be bothered."I like to have a drink every now and again, is that so bad?" I smirk back at him.
"Well, it's too early for a drink i'm afraid, but a late lunch might be in order." He says. "So if you want a drink, you'll have to stay." He leans in, a big, teasing grin is plastered on his face.
I peer at him. "What are you getting at?" I ask.
"I'm saying get drunk with me, Integra."
"What a gentlemen, asking me to be vulnerable late at night, not in my right mind." I raise my eyebrow. "You are not making this easy on me." I start to lean myself, closer. And so does he. I can smell his breath. It smelled of cigars and coffee.
"Well, if I didn't know any better, i'd say you like being vulnerable, Integra." He says, looking into my eyes with heavy lids. The dark circles underneath his eyes give him an almost pitiful look. His eyes speak an untold sorrow, and I am drawn to them. Icy blue orbs, staring into my own. They looked like the world in his eyes. They are beautiful. Now, he is close. To my lips, they tingle as he approaches. I feel as if we are magnets. I want to beg, I want to pant, I want him to pull me into his arms and ravish me. I want him to treat me as you did. I wonder how he would compare to you, I wonder if my nerves have changed, I wonder if he is skilled.
"Maybe." I swallow, "Maybe you're right." I say breathlessly. He chuckles.
"Good, because you're cute when you are out of your element." He leans in fully and kisses me. I gasp. Even though I wanted it, I did not expect it. His lips are warm and soft, his facial hair is rough against my upper lip and chin. I can smell his aftershave and his skin. He smells sweet, like honey. I start to move forward trying to climb on top of his desk so he could grab me. But he does not let me, his hands caresses my shoulders. I lightly whimper. I want more. But he sadly ends the kiss and pulls away. I slowly open my eyes.
He looks at me. His eyes soft, and his face kind and pleasant. "You're a good kisser." he compliments. My face turns red.
"Your funny." I say. He chuckles at me.
"I'm serious." He smiles, he sits on his desk, taking my hand. "You're lips are soft, and gentle."
I turn my head away from him, embarrassed. Weird, I never felt embarrassed with you. Is that a bad or good thing?
"I'm sorry, Integra." he says letting go of my hand. I didn't want him too. "Did I go too far?" he ask.
"No." I look back at him. "I liked it. Your lips… are, experienced."
He laughs.
"Excuse me?" I peer at him.
"My apologies." he pauses. "I just never heard that before. It's a wonderful compliment." He gives my a cheery grin.
"Well." I say, confidently leaning back in his chair, crossing my arm. "I'm glad you thought of my praise worthy of a laugh." I give him a half smile.
He shrugs in a playful manner. "You'll have to excuse my behavior, I have not been kissed in 4 years."
I rise my eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yes of course." he confirms.
"Not even a lonely girl?" I ask.
"Unfortunately no." He answers.
"I see, it's hard to believe. A confident man such as yourself, being alone, I am sure there are plenty of gorgeous women who would love to make you happy." I say.
"It's that I never got offered." he chuckles. "I just never had any desire until recently."
"So that why you kissed me? To rid yourself of desire?" I ask.
"No, it further my desire." He looks me dead in the eye.
"I am afraid, you'll have to fight if you want to go any further."
"That is a battle I am willing to fight." He says, winking at me.
There was a moment of silence that fell between us. You just stared at each other. I wonder for a moment how angry you'd be with me if I told you I kissed him. I wonder, Alucard, if you know I kissed him. I wonder if you could feel it. Ever since we bonded, that night I drank from your chest, and you my wrist. I wonder if it stings to know I am moving on.
"Didn't you say something about lunch?" I ask, breaking the silence.
"Right!" He snaps his finger. He gets up from his desk and stops at his office door. "Come, my friend." He gastures me to follow, and I do. I follow close behind him. I wonder where he is taking me. We go outside. To his tore up garden. He takes me to a small stone table, painted white, it was chipped.
"Take a seat." He says pulling out a chair for me. I sit, crossing my legs and arms. "I will be right back." He leaves. Leaving me to myself. I look at his garden. It's nothing but dirt and dead shrubbery. I wonder for a moment what kinds of plants he will be replacing the dirt with. After a few minutes. He comes back, taking a seat in front of me.
"Where did you go?" I ask.
"To set up our lunch." he say. "I hope your in the mood for soup." he says, giving me a half smile.
"That's fine." I say.
"I am sorry for the less than presentable garden." he apologies to me.
"I assure you it is quite all right, Samuel." I smile. "Just make sure you show me the finished product."
"Oh, of course." he winks at me.
I chuckle at him. "So.. what kind of flowers were you planning to use?" I ask, making small talk.
"I don't know. I am not good with that sort of thing." He admits. "Now designing weapons is where my specialty lies."
"I would like to see how well you are at your speciality." I say.
"Is that a challenge?" He asks.
"Take it as you will." I state. This time, I gave him a wink. He grins.
"Then I say challenge accepted."
After that, our lunch was brought. It wasn't anything heavy, but it was very delightful. We continued to talk for sometime. I could talk to him for hours, he was the only true friend I have had, besides you.
"Samuel." I state finishing up my meal. I notice that the sun is low in the sky. "I must get going soon."
He frowns. "Please don't go." He says. Taking my hand again. "I am having such a nice time. And didn't I promise you a drink?"
I sigh, taking back my hand. "Well. I am afraid, I must get back to my mansion. I have a job to do."
"I see." he leans back in his chair. I notice he is a bit upset, and for some reason. I do not wish to watch him be upset.
"Well…" I say, looking away. "Why don't you come with me?" I suggest.
His eyes go wide. "Really?" He says, almost excited. It was quite cute if I am being honest.
"Sure." I say, with a smile and a shrug. It might not have been the best idea, but I do not want to say goodbye, not yet, not when the night was young.
"How wonderful." he smiles. "You're wonderful."
I blush slightly. He grins even wider, I know he sees it. His smile has grown on me. And all the similarities between your smiles disappears, all the memories of you grinning as I climax underneath you being erased by his warm, bright smile. I am glad, I feel relief over take me in car ride back to my mansion.
Finally.
I think I found someone who has bested you. My servant...