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Of Fire and Frost	By : DreadfulPenny Category: Hellsing > General Views: 6104 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Of Fire and Frost
- 2-Of Heat and Chill
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Dawn
had brought an unbearable brightness. The landscape was covered in snow and ice
and the sunlight was magnified to a painful level. Alucard had sent his shadowy
tentacles to draw all of the curtains and brought the room back to a
comfortable dimness.

He
felt Integra shift in his arms and looked down into her alert gaze. She stared
at him appraisingly.

"Right.
Alucard, I think I'm going to need assistance standing. Is there a lavatory in
this place?" Alucard rose with Integra still in his arms.

"Right
over there." He walked across the room still holding her and lowered her
feet to the floor outside the door to the bathroom. She leaned on him while she
found her equilibrium and then walked gingerly into the bathroom, shutting the
door firmly in his face.

He
kept a mental "eye" on her, but busied himself with preparing her a
pot of tea from the lodge's cabinets. By the time she emerged from the
bathroom, she looked greatly improved and was pleased to see the hot cup
waiting for her.

"I
never knew you had such useful domestic skills." She sipped for a few
minutes. "I gave myself a quick going over and it looks like I took quite
a beating. I still don't remember any of it, though."

"Head
injuries will do that. You may never regain memory of the accident, or it may
come to you with time."

"Alucard,
where are my clothes? I may not have memory of the accident, but I am entirely
certain that I left the meeting fully clothed."

He
gestured to a chair in the corner of the room where her torn and bloody suit
was crumpled. "You were already in danger of hypothermia. There was no way
you could keep those wet clothes on. I found you something to maintain your
'modesty,' Master."

"Maintain
my modesty?" She stared steadily at him and raised an eyebrow. "It
would seem to me that you stripped me of all of my clothing, including my
underthings. It seems difficult to ascribe much modesty to the position of
being fully unclothed in the hands of my vampire. I did notice that there were
no telltale punctures anywhere on my person. I guess I could thank you for that
amount of restraint."

"I
have excellent restraint, Master. I took no advantage of last night's
situation. I would not do that even if the seals did not restrain me. With
someone as strong as you, I would far prefer a willing partner." He loomed
over her. She would either have to step back or crane her head up to look at
him.

She
did neither. She grabbed his tie and pulled his face down to her level. "I
may be injured, Alucard, but you can't intimidate me with your height. Nor can
you woo me with empty flattery."

He
blinked large red eyes at her from inches away. The corners of his lips turned
up and he began to slowly lean forward. Integra had the choice to push him away
or step back. She did neither. She stood, staring unblinking into his eyes as
he came closer to her face. When their noses touched, she spoke, "Do you
really intend to press your suit on an injured woman? What do you think we
could do now if I were so insane as to capitulate? My head aches, my body is
not happy with its current condition and standing is an act of will. Why on
earth would you think that now would be a good time to attempt to impose on
me?" Her voice was colder than the air outside.

He
breathed in the sweet scent of tea on her breath and did not move. His Cheshire
cat grin widened.

"What
game are you playing, Alucard?"

He
shook his head, rubbing his nose across hers. "I could take your mind off
of your body's aches, if you allowed."

She
rolled her eyes, but didn't move. Still nose-to-nose with the much taller man,
she scoffed, "Sounds like one of the world's oldest pickup lines. Were you
the first to use it and it still hasn't died out?"

Again
the nose-rubbing headshake. Like this.

The
lodge was gone, her pain was gone, the tatty robe was gone and Alucard's nose
against hers was gone. She looked around.

The shooting range?

"It's
a place where I know you can relax. It's all in our minds, but it's real enough
for you to do some target practice and unwind. Or would you prefer�" a
dizzying change of perspective, "your office?

"It
doesn't seem particularly relaxing to me, but you spend enough time here that
it must be comforting to you in some manner."

Integra
looked around. It was her office in every detail. She walked to the doors to
the balcony and could see the small private garden it overlooked. It looked
like a spring day outside. She was dressed in her comfortable armor of suit and
tie. She opened the door and went outside. The warm air felt real. The doors were real to her rapping knuckles;
the railing when she gripped it was real. There was a very real fragrance of
cut grass and flowers on the real-feeling breeze. Remarkable.

"I would prefer something like this," another
shift of scene, this time to her bedroom and it was no longer a spring day, but
a summer night. The windows were open and a warm breeze blew the drapes. The
moon was full and just rising above the trees.

"Oh
this is absurd, Alucard. Why did you put me in this ridiculous outfit?"
She gestured to the offending attire � a gauzy white nightgown that left just
enough to the imagination if one was not overly modest.

"Because
it makes you look exquisite. Because it pleases me. Because it inflames my
senses to see you covered and exposed simultaneously." His hands dropped
on her shoulders and turned her to face him.

He
wore nothing but his usual trousers. His chest was hard and smooth and white.
His nipples were barely darker than the rest of his translucent skin. Integra
tore her stare away from his exposed skin to his face. He was smiling down on
her with his usual amusement, but something seemed different. The eyes. They
were blue, darker than the icy blue of hers, but nothing like the red she was
accustomed to when he went without his sunglasses.

"This
is in our minds. I'm directing it and I get to choose the stage dressing. For
this setting, I can be as human as you would ever desire. I am warm. My heart
beats. I breathe."

"And
no fangs? Alucard, I�" Integra turned away from him. It isn't real.
Is it any worse than the dream I had last night? Yes. He didn't see the dream I
had last night and he's here now. "Alucard, a glass of wine, please."

"On
the table."

She
turned and there was an open bottle and two filled glasses on the table behind
her. She took one and sipped. Everything felt so real, even the warmth of the
wine as it went down.

"Thank
you, Alucard, for giving me some respite from the discomfort." It was
grudging, but it was sincere.

"You're
welcome. I know that it was worse than you wanted to admit to me." He
joined her, picking up the other glass and drinking. "My favorite vintage,
what a coincidence."

"This
though," she gestured to indicate the gown and the room, "this is the
setting for a seduction. What makes you think that there is any purpose in
attempting to seduce me?"

"It's
not physically real. I would not be compromising your virtue." He waved
his hand and the view through the window changed. She could see the inside of
the lodge. Alucard was just laying her on the couch. Her eyes were closed. The
bruises on her face and leg where the robe slipped away were livid. "While
we're here, you're resting. Your body is healing and you don't have to
experience the discomfort. The weather is still too bad to move you. It seems
preferable to me that we spend our time enjoying each other's company than that
you spend the time trying to pretend to me that your body hurts less than it
really does." The view of the lodge faded out.

"Those
are crass justifications for what you want. You could just let me sleep in that
bed you've provided in my mind. I'd be comfortable and healing. Treat me with
more respect than that, Alucard."

Alucard
watched her, wondering for the hundredth or maybe thousandth time how it was
that ice blue eyes could be so hot. "And the truth would make you happier?
That I have wanted you since the day you released me from my imprisonment? That
I know that you are too strong to accept my advances in any but the most outr�
of situations? That I know that you want me, but will never succumb to that
desire because of what I am? Those truths make you happier, Integra?"

"What
does any of this have to do with making me happy?"

"What
does any of this have to do with making you unhappy?" They stared at each other.

"Sit
down and shut up, Alucard." He sat and did not speak.

The
silence was long and tense. Integra retrieved a cigar from the humidor on her
dressing table. She stood by the open window and smoked, not looking at
Alucard. The cigar was calming, the wine was excellent, the warm summer breeze
was soothing and none of it was real.

Decision
reached, Integra crushed out the cigar in the ashtray and refilled her now
empty glass. Alucard had remained silent during her ruminations, but was
watching her every movement attentively.

"You
will never have me outside of this moment. My duty to Hellsing will not permit
it. My duty to myself will not permit it. This, however, is as you described
it, 'the most outr� of situations' and I will admit to being quite
curious."

With
that, she set aside the wine glass and walked to his chair. She leaned over and
gently laid her lips against his. She put her hands on his, holding them to the
arms of the chair where they had been resting. The kiss deepened and she leaned
into him, pushing his head back as they learned each other's flavors.

He
tried to raise his hands to touch her and she thrust them back down against the
chair arms. She made a murmured sound of negation against his lips. She put her
knees on either side of his thighs, straddling him, and sat down on his closed
legs. She did not break their kiss as she scooted up the chair until her chest
was pressed against his and she felt the fly of his pants as a rough ridge
against a tender place.

As
they continued to kiss, that rough ridge became more pressing. She felt him
becoming harder under the pants and continued holding his hands until he was
squirming under her, unable to restrain the small motions of his hips.

When
she released his hands, they came up to her back. He ran his hands over the
silky nightgown and trailed his fingernails down her spine, making her shudder.
He traced small circles on her thighs with his fingertips, savoring the silken
texture of her skin.

Integra
pulled back from their kiss to catch her breath. The sensations were making her
dizzy and she couldn't keep track of where his hands were touching her or where
the two of them were. She needed to make her head work again. She was almost
there when he trailed his fingers across her nipple and she caught a shuddering
breath.

She
locked eyes with him and watched the smile crinkle at the edges of his eyes. He
cupped her breasts in his hands and ran his thumbs over her nipples until her
eyes closed involuntarily and she tipped her head back, gasping at the
sensations.

He
rose suddenly from the chair, one arm around her to hold her to him while he
walked them to her bed. He laid her down gently and stood over her. She watched
as, for her benefit, he slowly removed his trousers. She knew he could have
just made them disappear, but he wanted her to get the full show of a man
disrobing for her. She had no complaints about the view and had to swallow past
a lump of desire in her throat when he stood fully revealed before her.

His
body was long and lean. There was a thin trail of hair that started just below
his navel and led down to a thicker growth of black curly hair and the object
of her desire. She didn't have any experience to make a comparison, but his
size seemed more than merely adequate. There was something mesmerizing about
the sight of his arousal and she had to reach out to touch him.

He
came down onto the bed to make it easier for her. His skin was very soft and
very�skinlike. She laughed at herself. She didn't know why, but somehow she had
expected the texture to be different in some way. Probably just because of the
mystery of it all, rather than any real thought she'd put into it.

He
moaned softly under her touch and she pushed him back onto the bed. She climbed
on top of him and rubbed her still-covered wetness against him. He moaned again
and rubbed against her. "That's what you get for imagining me with
knickers on, Alucard."

"I
could imagine them off right now, you know."

"You
could, but you won't because you want to take them off of me yourself,
right?" She ground against him again for emphasis.

"You
could be right," but his hands slid up her body under the nightgown and
began to lift it over her head. She let him slide it off.

He
drank her in. He was so close to something he had desired for more than ten
years. She had been a lovely girl when she'd awakened him, but she was now a
gorgeous woman. No man had ever seen those breasts the way he was seeing them
now. This might not be real, but it was real enough for him, for now. She would
have her hymen in the real world after their tryst was over, but he'd have the
pleasure of being her first. Nothing would change that.

With
a sudden motion, he rolled her out of the dominant position and pushed up over
her. He leaned down and suckled her nipples, enjoying her moans of desire. He
slid his hand under those silky panties to feel the heat of her against his
skin. He slowly rubbed his fingers over her slick folds until she wriggled her
hips and he pressed between the folds and against the source of her heat and
moisture. She gasped his name as he pressed forward, feeling her wrap tightly
around his finger.

The
feel of her was intoxicating. The feel of her writhing, the scent of her lust,
the sound of her moans all combined to make his desire almost painful. He used
his thumb to find her clitoris and rubbed against it until her shudders were
almost unbearable. He gently eased his hand away from her and removed her
panties. She raised up to make it easier and he tossed them away, neither of
them caring that they disappeared before touching the floor.

Alucard
leaned down and kissed Integra with all his years of skill. He rubbed his lean
chest against her breasts and slowly began to rub himself against her heat.
When Integra grabbed his buttocks and pulled him forward, he slowly pushed into
her, savoring every moment as she wrapped around him and he lost himself in
her.

Integra
could not believe the feelings of being filled. The sensations were
overwhelming and she strained to keep her eyes from closing so she could watch
Alucard's face. His eyes had rolled up in his head when he had pushed the
entirety of his length inside her. They weren't moving yet, just a gentle
pressure and release between the two of them that was intense enough to make
her fingers clench on his arms and leave indented crescents behind.

They
began to move together in a dance that was as old as creation. They were
someplace timeless where all there could be was the immediate joy of flesh
against flesh. No duty. No obligation. No bindings. No seals. No master. No
servant. Just a man and a woman bringing each other to the brink of heaven.

And
when they passed over that brink, they passed together. They shouted their
completion and collapsed together in a very human mess of sweat and stickiness.

Integra
twined herself around Alucard and rested.

He
watched her sleep here and there. Here, in the warm moonlit summer night and
there, in the chill winter afternoon. She may have said there would be only
this time, but Alucard thought he would be able to convince her otherwise.
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