The Second Glass
Chapter Sixteen
Authors Note: Alright this is my first Hellsing FanFic and I got the idea while watching Hellsing (duh).
The story as a whole will remain RATED M FOR LEMON.
This chapter rated M for mm mm good. Lol
Also I do not own Hellsing or any part of it.
Enjoy.
"Escape Seras. Escape from the pain. Dream Seras Victoria…"
She is back in her house, her little one bedroom apartment in town. She is lying on her bed, an occasional and very welcome breeze coming in through the open windows. The heat of the day lingers in the room, fighting a losing battle with her air conditioner.
The dull throbbing just behind her eyes reminds her why she has her blindfold on and for the millionth time she curses the heat induced migraines. Pulling her mind away from the pain she pictures the room she is in.
The windows are open, allowing the cool night air into the room. Her pale yellow curtains flutter in the breeze. Moonlight cuts a path across her floor and rug. The room is simply decorated, the pale colors of the room giving the small space a welcoming appeal.
Her blankets are like velvet against her bare skin, cool against her body. The scent of her favorite laundry soap reaches her, the light scent of orchid caressing her as she stretches out atop the blankets.
Once in the seclusion of her room she had deftly and quickly shed her clothing down to her underwear. She chuckles as she remembers joyfully tossing her bra in the vicinity of her laundry hamper.
She stretches again, cherishing the cool air from her air conditioner as she drifts between waking and sleep, her headache fading and the cool air swirling around her lulling her toward the oblivion of a good nap.
The touch is so gentle at first she mistakes it for a breeze until she feels lips meet the top of her foot. The soft caress of cool lips against her skin causes a shiver to run down her spine. She lifts her head, about to speak when another voice murmurs to her.
"Trust in me." A familiar voice whispers, laden with wonderful promises to come.
She surrenders to him, relaxing back as he returns his attention to her foot. He draws her feet together, both hands massaging her feet as he places a kiss atop each foot. His tongue darts out, dampening her skin before he continues up her legs.
Delicate fingers trace the curves of her feet and up her ankles. Palms meet skin as he caresses and kisses his way up her calves.
As his hands meet her knees the bed dips, his bare chest brushing her shins as he leans over her.
The only sound in the room is the gentle hum of the air conditioner and the vehicles on the street outside. He doesn't speak, he doesn't have to. His touch speaks volumes to her body, whispering unspoken words of endearment and reverence to her body, heart and soul. The sensations of his hands and lips on her skin sets her body on fire, a heat unquenchable save for one thing, something she knows on a primal level only he can provide.
She shivers in anticipation, hands gathering the blanket in tight grips beneath her as he works his way further up her legs. Her body moves with a mind of its own, her hips shifting restlessly as his fingertips trail p her inner thighs with aching slowness. She hears herself whimper in her ascribed darkness as his hands dance across her skin and hips.
Without conscious thought she accommodates him, his chest fitting between her knees as he continues to caress her, enticing her to newer levels of passion and fueling the fire within her with a simple touch or reverent brush of his lips. His hands trace the curve of her hips up to her waist before he trails his fingertips down to her belly. She pants, biting her lip as his hands investigate further.
His fingertips trace the edge of her one remaining garment. He slides further up her body, kissing her belly as he slides his fingers under the cloth. Her body burns for his touch as he slowly slides one hand under the garment to her center, his fingertips teasing her curls.
She burns for him as he continues to tease her with one hand, his other sliding slowly up her thigh and to her waist.
His hand leaves her body and he slides further up her body, lavishing her bellybutton with a quick dip of his tongue before moving on.
She fights the urge to moan as she feels his breathe blow gently across one nipple, his knuckles following the curve of her other breast. Lips brush her nipple as he grips her other breast as if to memorize the feel and weight of it in her hand. His lips close around her peak and his tongue teases her relentlessly. She arches her back, pressing her body against his and moans at the heady feeling of his weight pressing her into the mattress in return.
Her hands find cool skin and travel up the curve of his hip, tracing the play of his muscles across his back. Her fingertips find his hair and she threads the soft strands through her fingers as he lays his body fully against hers, his lips brushing her ear.
"I am coming for you, Seras. You will return to my side, Draculina Seras Victoria."
Thank you everyone for your patience with me. All i have to say is this: Mid Term and Finals Weeks. I am working on some serious plot development for the rest but right now I hope you enjoy this brief interlude. Thanks so much for all the great responces! Enjoy!