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sabinetzinTitle: Idle Hands from "Master of What Is Mine Own"
Summary: "Maybe all the vampires have left England."
Fandom: Hellsing
Word Count: 609
Rating/Warnings: R for sexualness
Pairing: Alucard/Integra
A/N: This chapter got rather silly around the edges. However, the manga is always getting silly around the edges, so I feel justified. Lizzy's going to freak out when she gets home.
He wasn’t there when she awoke, but she didn’t really care. Integra felt inexplicably good. She was almost chipper. When she walked into her office, Alucard was there, talking to Walter about something.
Integra felt a hot blush spread on her usually pallid features. She didn’t know why. It wasn’t as if she had anything to hide. Well, she was hiding something, but it wasn’t as if it was the sort of thing that came up often. It wasn’t as if Walter was going to walk up to her and say, “So, how’s your sex life?” But they hadn’t- and he wouldn’t- and she understood why, and it was pretty damn underhanded, but- Why are you blushing, Sir Integra? Alucard’s voice said in her head. Trying to let everyone know? I could take you on the desk, if you like. She narrowed her eyes.
Remind me to put garlic in the medical blood supply, she thought at him.
Walter looked between the two of them and sighed. “I have the distinct feeling that I’m missing something terribly interesting,” he said. Integra wondered if he knew. She had the sneaking suspicion that Walter always knew everything.
She sat at her desk and tried to act as if nothing was amiss. “Anything happen during the night?” she asked him, not looking at Alucard.
Walter shook his head. “No activity,” he responded.
Integra heaved a sigh. “Well, unless we’ve gotten so good that all the vampires in England have chosen to relocate, something’s up.”
“I’ve been looking back over the records,” Walter said. “This could be a natural anomaly. I’ve found similar resting periods over Hellsing’s history.”
“Does the record say how my predecessors handled these periods?” Integra inquired.
“Your father took a trip to France,” Walter replied, looking through a report. “Your grandfather spent his time cataloguing the armory, and your great-grandfather… well, it seems he spent the time siring your grandfather.”
Integra couldn’t help but laugh.
-
Another week passed without so much as a shadow of a vampire anywhere in the British Isles. Integra divided her time between Alucard and brushing up on her Latin. She was lying next to the former one night, feeling generally sated.
“Perhaps they have left,” Alucard said out of nowhere.
“Who’s left?” Integra asked, with a yawn.
“Maybe all the vampires have left England,” he answered. “Perhaps I’m the only one left.” He considered this for a moment. “Sounds rather good, actually.”
“Well, then, I command you as your master not to leave with the rest of the vampires who have hypothetically moved to Germany.”
“What, England or bed?”
Integra moved in closer to him. “Both,” she said. She was soon asleep.
-
There was a rap at her door. Still half asleep and not really thinking, she called, “Come in.” Walter entered and walked over to her bed. It dawned on her that maybe that hadn’t been a good idea, but she couldn’t remember why.
“Sir Integra,” Walter started, but then stopped. He looked at Alucard. He looked at Integra. He looked back at Alucard. He looked at Integra again. He looked at the ceiling and said a silent prayer to God. He continued. “A situation has arisen during the night at Cambridge which requires Hellsing’s immediate attention.”
Integra shot up, holding the coverlet around her. “I’ll be down immediately,” she told him. Finally, some activity. The butler bowed and left her room.
It wasn’t until the door shut behind him that Integra’s brain activated fully and she understood what had just happened. Her thoughts were much the same as those of all people in similar situations.
“Oh, fuck,” she said simply.
Summary: "Maybe all the vampires have left England."
Fandom: Hellsing
Word Count: 609
Rating/Warnings: R for sexualness
Pairing: Alucard/Integra
A/N: This chapter got rather silly around the edges. However, the manga is always getting silly around the edges, so I feel justified. Lizzy's going to freak out when she gets home.
He wasn’t there when she awoke, but she didn’t really care. Integra felt inexplicably good. She was almost chipper. When she walked into her office, Alucard was there, talking to Walter about something.
Integra felt a hot blush spread on her usually pallid features. She didn’t know why. It wasn’t as if she had anything to hide. Well, she was hiding something, but it wasn’t as if it was the sort of thing that came up often. It wasn’t as if Walter was going to walk up to her and say, “So, how’s your sex life?” But they hadn’t- and he wouldn’t- and she understood why, and it was pretty damn underhanded, but- Why are you blushing, Sir Integra? Alucard’s voice said in her head. Trying to let everyone know? I could take you on the desk, if you like. She narrowed her eyes.
Remind me to put garlic in the medical blood supply, she thought at him.
Walter looked between the two of them and sighed. “I have the distinct feeling that I’m missing something terribly interesting,” he said. Integra wondered if he knew. She had the sneaking suspicion that Walter always knew everything.
She sat at her desk and tried to act as if nothing was amiss. “Anything happen during the night?” she asked him, not looking at Alucard.
Walter shook his head. “No activity,” he responded.
Integra heaved a sigh. “Well, unless we’ve gotten so good that all the vampires in England have chosen to relocate, something’s up.”
“I’ve been looking back over the records,” Walter said. “This could be a natural anomaly. I’ve found similar resting periods over Hellsing’s history.”
“Does the record say how my predecessors handled these periods?” Integra inquired.
“Your father took a trip to France,” Walter replied, looking through a report. “Your grandfather spent his time cataloguing the armory, and your great-grandfather… well, it seems he spent the time siring your grandfather.”
Integra couldn’t help but laugh.
-
Another week passed without so much as a shadow of a vampire anywhere in the British Isles. Integra divided her time between Alucard and brushing up on her Latin. She was lying next to the former one night, feeling generally sated.
“Perhaps they have left,” Alucard said out of nowhere.
“Who’s left?” Integra asked, with a yawn.
“Maybe all the vampires have left England,” he answered. “Perhaps I’m the only one left.” He considered this for a moment. “Sounds rather good, actually.”
“Well, then, I command you as your master not to leave with the rest of the vampires who have hypothetically moved to Germany.”
“What, England or bed?”
Integra moved in closer to him. “Both,” she said. She was soon asleep.
-
There was a rap at her door. Still half asleep and not really thinking, she called, “Come in.” Walter entered and walked over to her bed. It dawned on her that maybe that hadn’t been a good idea, but she couldn’t remember why.
“Sir Integra,” Walter started, but then stopped. He looked at Alucard. He looked at Integra. He looked back at Alucard. He looked at Integra again. He looked at the ceiling and said a silent prayer to God. He continued. “A situation has arisen during the night at Cambridge which requires Hellsing’s immediate attention.”
Integra shot up, holding the coverlet around her. “I’ll be down immediately,” she told him. Finally, some activity. The butler bowed and left her room.
It wasn’t until the door shut behind him that Integra’s brain activated fully and she understood what had just happened. Her thoughts were much the same as those of all people in similar situations.
“Oh, fuck,” she said simply.
