Authors note: I lied, no Alucard. But! I promise he'll be in the nextchapter!

Slow

Everything was slow, and calm. Everything felt soft and smooth. Oh god, everything was so perfect. I slink onto Samuel's bed, feeling the silk sheets beneath me. I clench them tightly, playing with them between my fingertips. It feels like I am sinking into the sheets. And I am in repose.

I stare at the ceiling above me, the white color moved like a sea of white foam. I start to feel like the sheets are moving along with the ceiling. I am trapped in a sea of silk and foam. It feels like an ocean of ecstasy. I am drowning, and I am perfectly fine with that.

I feel my face start to smile. Strange, I do not feel like I am moving, like I am in control of my body. My body and my mind are fractured. Was this all real? Was I here, on Samuel's bed? Or was I somewhere else? Was I in the ocean of silk and foam?

I don't care. In this moment, nothing matters, nothing in the world. There could be a nuclear strike, and I would not care. The earth could be set in flames, and I would happily burn to death.

This feeling, I want to feel it forever.

"How do you feel?" I hear Samuel's voice. It sounds deeper, softer.

"I feel…"

"Hm?"

"I feel like I am drowning, and I think i'm okay with it." I grin, my eyes still looking at the white sea above me.

He laughs. "Well. I suppose you don't need saving if you're okay with it."

I feel my body start to move, although I am not making any effort to. My body feels as if it is being tugged in all directions by the waves upon me.

I hear Samuel's breathing. It's heavy. Like a stallion. My hand sneaks up and rubs his forearm. I feel the detail in his muscles.

You don't have muscles like that.

The strength I feel behind his tendons as I rub. I hum pleasantly as I hear him chuckle.

"Do I feel good?" He asks me.

"Yeah, Good." I respond. I hear him chuckle louder.

"I think you've had enough." He says, running his fingers through my hair.

Oh god.

I begin to whimper at his touch, his hands warm on my scalp. I grip his arm tighter. I shut my eyes, and all the sensations I feel get stronger. His fingernails are sharp, and his skin rough.

Oh how I love his rough skin. I wonder what it would feel like down below.

"You really like this." He says, I can almost hear him smiling. I still keep my eyes closed. I put my other hand on his shoulder, I run my fingers delicately along the nape of his neck. I love the feeling of his skin on mine. It's warm. Warmer than yours. But yours was softer, not flaws, no scratches or scars. Just a smooth marble.

But his skin, was human skin. Full of flaws, and heat. Blood pulsing under the skin. Life bursting at the seems. I can feel his heartbeat as my fingertips trace his throat. I hear him sigh happily as I touch him.

"Does that tickle?" I ask.

"No, but it feels good." he admits. His hand moving from my hair to my shoulder, his begins to massage it. I moan in response. His hands rubbing the tissue underneath my skin until the knots come out. I begin to squirm in pleasure, it has been so long since I have had my shoulders rubbed. And now that I am under the influence of drugs. It feels so much better... Everything thing feels so intense. My grip on his neck increasing as I verbally praise him.

"Oh Samuel… Don't stop…" I pant. He rubs with more pressure. "Take… Take off my clothes." I demand. I feel him stop. I open my eyes. Confused.

"Wha.. What's wrong?" I ask.
"I am not taking off your clothes." he states.

"But why?" I sit, taking my hands off of him. My brows furrow.

"Because, It would wrong of me to take advantage of you in such a state. You are under the influence. Your mind is not your own." He answers, his voice low.

"Bu- But I consent." I say, trying to counter his argument. He narrows his eyes at me.

"That doesn't matter." He says. "It's wrong." he states sternly. I groan. I still don't understand.

"But, you were giving me a massage!"

"Yes, with your clothes on, and on your shoulders." He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose in annoyance. I pout

He gives me a look of frustration. "Pout all you want. The answer is no."

I begin to whimper, claiming on top of him. His hands rest on my waist.

"Careful Integra." he warns. "No matter how much you tempt me, I will deny you until your high passes."

"Samuel." I pant, running my hands on his toros. "I want it." I beg in his ear.

"As sweet as your voice sounds-" He leans his head back, I hear a small pleasurable groan from his throat as my hands explore him. "Integra, no." He snaps, taking my hands away from his body.

I begin to softly pout.

"What's wrong?" I say, on the verge of tears.

"I've already explain why, Integra." His voice, stern, and almost hallow. "I think you need to go home."

My jaw drops. A tear streaming down my face. "But- But- I-" I begin to sob.

I feel his arms wrap around. "Please don't cry Integra." He whispers, his voice soft and somber. I can hear the guilt in his voice. "It is not that I am angry with you, But I feel I have been irresponsible. I shouldn't have given you that joint." he admits. "I think you should sleep this off."

I feel unloved. Unwanted, and hurt, even still. I do not answer him, But I continue to cry. All I wanted was to be touched! It's me and my stupidity. I should have never taken a puff of the joint.

"Integra?" He pats my back, running his fingers along my spine. "I'll still touch you." He says. "But It must stay appropriate."

I whimper, But I accept that it will not go any further.

"Lay down on your stomach Integra." He whispers to me. I do so.

I feel him run his hands and fingers along my back. I sigh happily. It tingles and tickles. My toes curl as he gets closer to my spine. I chirp, as my eyes roll into the back of my head. The white ocean begins to consume me once more, and my whole body gives as if it is about to fall asleep. All of my nerves firing off simultaneously. I squirm underneath him. He was in control, and I would gladly let me take me if he wanted. If he wanted to have his way, my body is his.

He moves to my shoulders, and my lashes flutter. I moan, and shiver in pleasure. My mind going wild. This was too much, I begin to twitch and shake, my nerves on fire, my muscles melting.

I am in ecstasy. If I could feel this for the rest of my life, I would be okay with that. I feel myself become hot in between my legs. I want more. I want him to touch me. I try to get him to touch my breasts by turning on my back, but he does not let me, he holds me in place with his thighs firmly.

"Do not test me Integra, you will lose." He states firmly.

"Is that a challenge?" I ask, playfully.

"No." he says deeply, his voice stern, and unmoving. I frown, and bury my face in his sheets. I take in his scent. His smell, and his touch, filling me with happiness. I forget his denial.

I am small underneath his hands. I always feel small next to him.

Next to you.

My body begins to relax. My mind a daze, I see stars in my vision, I shut my eyes, but they remain. Twinkling for my pleasure. The tingling in my body increased as I slowly lose a sense of my surroundings. Everything turns black.

To be continued