Us
Integra
52 years clean, I had ruined my perfect record, and I didn't mind. While I am against premarital sex, I don't think vampires count, since vampires cannot enter a holy matrimony. I feel like a completely different person. A new experience, late in my life. Better late than never. You sit in the chair, your shirt open, the sunlight hitting you directly. You seem so comfortable there, in the sunlight you forsaken so long ago. Your eyes, burning like the sun above you. You look like a marble statue, perfectly carved from the light. Your gaze bored, and disinterested. I wonder what's on your mind. I lay on my bed, my blanket wrapped around my naked form.
"Alucard." I call to you. You turn your head smoothly. Your eyes blink with curiosity.
"Yes, Countess?"
"Nothing." I sink into my bed closing my eyes. You exhale out of your nostrils, then turn to look out the window once more. I sigh. I want you back in bed with me, but yet, I cannot find the words. I just stare at you, helplessly. I want your arms around me. You aren't a cuddler, and never were. I whine softly. You look at me again.
"What is it?" You ask, your voice low.
"Come here." I pat the emptiness next to me. You snake over on the bed, quietly, wrapping your arms around me, cool and calm, as I relax into you. I hear you swallow, your tense.
"What's wrong?" I ask. You tuck my head under your chin.
"Nothing." You say, quietly.
"Yes, something." I say, sternly. "Tell me." I demand. You sigh.
"We shouldn't have had sex." You say, in an almost inaudible tone. "I shouldn't have done that, I should have just kept my hands to myself."
I sit up, offended. "What are you talking about?"
"While, I am under you, I am stronger than you, I can take advantage of you."
I growl. "I wanted it, what the hell do you mean?" I snap. "I have waited 30 years for you, and this what I get! Your regret? I deserve better!" I stand from the bed, naked. I put hand on my shoulder. I feel an ache between my legs. And I wonder if I could stand for much longer.
"You're right." Is all you say.
"You coward!" I shout, then turn to go the bathroom. I turn on the shower, stepping in. I shiver with anger, washing your scent and touch off of my body. I cannot believe I fell for your crap! I knew I should have said no. I should have kicked you out of my room right then and there.
Time passes, I do not call for you, nor do I see you for the two days. My chest hurts, while I do not outwardly show it, I feel it. Deep, and hard, like an over flowing river. I sit on my bed. Trying to sleep, but I cannot. Thoughts of you, of us, bloom in my mind, I want more. I want you for however long I have.
"Master." I hear your voice.
"What." I say, plainly, I do not turn to you.
"I want to say i'm sorry, for what happened the other night." You say, sitting on my bed. You try to touch me, I shoo your hand away, I can feel your frown. "Master," You whine.
"Spare me." I say. "If you are going to apologize, then say nothing, and just stay where you are."
"Yes, my master."