The Seldom Seen
25: Can Dogs Purr?
Seras Victoria crept down the sub basement hallways on tip toe, looking around her furtively. She was on a mission.
That's right, a mission!
Fighting back the urge to strike a dramatic pose, the blonde muffled her giggles and skipped down the steps to the lowest level where her Master's rooms lay.
She couldn't count the many times her Master had done something – like pet her head – to get her to purr, and she woke that night thinking she didn't know what made him purr. Thus her self appointed mission was born.
Peeking her head around the corner of the stairwell cautiously, she sighed in relief, coast was clear. Beaming, she tip toed over to the massive door at the end of the hall, not intimidated in the least by the dried blood stains marring the oak, having long since congealed in the carvings of magical wards to trap the vampire inside should it be needed. The soft fuzz of her black doggie slippers made it easy to be silent on the otherwise cold stone and she carefully placed her tiny hands on the door to phase through the wood and poke her head into the dark and cavernous room. Perfect! He was still asleep.
Leaping nimbly from the landing to land next to her Sire's coffin with the unnatural grace of the damned, and avoiding the booby traps she knew he left to prank – or maim – the unwary visitor, Seras knelt by the length of gold trimmed black wood and contemplated knocking or… A wicked grin split her cherubic face as she phased her face and right hand through the coffin and flicked his nose, jerking back a good twenty feet within a split second to perch on his throne innocently.
The lid flew off the coffin and hit the floor with a loud bang, and Seras – oh so innocently perched so far away – did not flinch as the snarling figure of her Master sat up, hair tousled – sexily – by sleep and red eyes blazing like hell fire.
"Police Girl…" He growled, voice deep and throaty, and she withheld a shiver by sheer force of will. "Yes, Master?" She chirped, keeping up the oh so innocent and harmless act. Clearly she couldn't have done it! She was no where near him.
Crossing her feet at the ankle, draped a bit insolently across the throne sideways, the wagging tongues of the black slippers added another layer of incredulity in the raven haired male's expression that was quickly smothered and forced into a passivity that Seras knew for a fact was a lie. She beamed at him and wiggled her fingers in a gesture of greeting, her blue pajamas, with their frolicking black puppies looked so out of place in the gloom of his hall like room that her Master's amusement could not be contained any longer.
Score! She got away with it.
'That's what you think, fledgling.' He whispered into her head and she wanted to smack herself. Crap.
And quite suddenly he was there, looming above her with one of his trademark smirks baring his sharp teeth, and … oh dear, shirtless. It was so very hard to keep her eyes from gluing themselves to his chest.
"Now, Childe, what have I told you about waking me so rudely?" His voice made her toes curl, the deep baritone tickling across her ears like melted chocolate – man, she missed chocolate so much… - and she tipped her head back to gaze up at him with wide innocent eyes. "Nothing?" She answered, half questioningly.
He snorted.
"What did you want, Police Girl?" He asked, lifting the girl up into his arms and dropping himself into the throne, settling her across his lap in one fluid motion.
Her thoughts began to wander then, so close to such an attractive and shirtless male. Mmm…
Absently, she reached a hand out and stroked the ivory of his sculpted chest, tracing the dips of his muscles with ungloved fingers.
His hand captured hers then, trapping it to his skin, the cool leather a stark contrast from the heat rolling off of him. She blinked and looked up into his eyes, seeing the amusement there. A flush crept up her cheeks.
What was she doing here again..?
Aside from embarrassing herself, that is. Apparently.
"Well?" He purred, and she blinked again, her thoughts scrambling to recall his question. Oh, right, it was the one she just asked herself. Duh.
"I just wanted to see you?" She half asked, flicking her blue eyes from side to side furtively. Well, she did! So it wasn't a lie or anything. Just not the whole truth either.
He snorted again and released her. They made quite the sight, she thought wryly. A six foot something – shirtless! – giant sitting on a red and gold throne like chair with a five foot something blonde in his black silk pant clad lap, her child like appearance at odds with her rather excessively generous bust and the fact that she was a walking abomination. A monster. A vampire.
Ooh, that's what she was doing! Her self appointed mission returned to her in a flash, and she wondered a bit sheepishly why she had flicked his nose like that. How would annoying him help her mission to get him to purr? Though she certainly couldn't complain about the view. Heh.
Draping an arm across her Sire's shoulders with that same, slightly overused innocent look, Seras's fingers wandered up the side of his neck and tickled along the back of his ear. Scritch. Scritch. Scritch.
The look he gave her made it hard not to burst out laughing.
"What?" She chirped, blue eyes sparkling with light and mischief.
"You are taking far more liberties with my person than usual, Police Girl. What's the occasion?"
She laughed, a tinge of nervousness in the bell like sound, and her smile widened from ear to ear, "Nothing?" Oh that was a lie! Hee.
"And why," he drawled, seeming more amused than angry, "do I not believe you?"
The girl fluttered her lashes coquettishly and the hand that was still behind his head began to run through the strands of his hair the way he would pet her when she did something to please him.
His lips quirked and she felt a thrill go through her, thinking she might have succeeded, but he reached up and swung her arm back over his head to place her hands in her lap. She pouted a bit.
"Seras…" He warned, and she shivered. She loved it when he used her name!
"Bringing sexy back?" She grinned, running her hands up from his knees towards his thighs, reveling in the feel of the ebony silk.
She felt him shiver and shift beneath her, and she flicked her gaze up at him from beneath her blonde fringe, a secretive smirk on her lips.
He laughed, and captured her wrists in one hand, holding them down more firmly in her lap. "Hm, and when did it escape in the first place?"
Seras couldn't think of an answer, and her mind wandered again for a moment. Mmm… the feel of her Master's thighs… Oh my. Naughty thoughts!
He inhaled deeply and smirked, leering at her, "Mm, Police Girl, I didn't realize you were feeling so frisky." His free hand squeezed her hip and traced little circles across the soft cotton of her ridiculously comfy pjs. "Dud you come to play?" He purred, and she pondered if that counted as a success before he stood and clasped her completely willing form to his chest, and carried her over to his coffin.
She almost considered wiggling out of his arms, almost, but… Mmm… well, she wanted him to purr, didn't she? TeeHee.