The Heir
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Category:
Hellsing › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
4,462
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Hellsing, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Next Day
*** Chapter Seven ***
A little before sunrise, Walter awoke, fully rested and refreshed. In his arms, Integra slept on. Having no desire to wake her, he simply lay beside her, holding her close and watching her face, watching the way her nose wrinkled or her eyelids shuddered in response to some dream she was having.
The events of the past day seemed so surreal that he had feared he would wake up to discover it had all been a dream. But on waking, he had discovered that the beautiful Sir Integra Hellsing did, indeed, lie asleep in his arms, and he could not have been happier.
Stirring from a sleep more restful than usual, Integra slowly opened her eyes. She felt comfortable and warm in Walter’s arms, and the heady fragrance of their bodies together still lingered about them, reminding her of the previous night. Unable to see clearly without her glasses, she stuck out her hand in the direction of the bedside table, groping for them. Walter smiled and placed them in her hand. He’d taken them off her after she’d fallen asleep, and placed them on the side table.
Integra replaced her glasses and turned in Walter’s arms to look at him. He smiled at her and murmured a mor morning to her. She returned his smile, kissing him softly on the lips. For a moment, they simply enjoyed the closeness of the embrace, and then Integra rolled onto her back, looking up at the bed canopy above them. “So, what now?”
“In what sense?” asked Walter, pausing in his stroking of her cheek. He had an idea that she didn’t mean what was going to happen that morning.
“Well,” said Integra, “We began this marriage as a secret affair; do we want to keep it that way? It will become apparent to people that something is happening between us if you are seen sneaking into my bedroom each night, or however frequently that we...” she trailed off as he caressed her cheek again, softly.
“Would you like it to be each night?” he murmured to her.
She smiled at him, and kissed the palm of his hand. “I think I would.” He replaced his hand with his lips, kissing her again. For a moment she returned his kiss with all the passion of the night previously, but then she pulled back. “You’re trying to distract me,” she accused good-naturedly.
Walter smiled and bowed his head. “Guilty as charged,” he admitted. “Perhaps I don’t want this moment to end.”
“I know what you mean,” murmured Integra, holding him close. “I’ve never felt this comfortable with anyone before. And I suppose I never realised how nice it is to have someone to be close to.”
Walter kissed her forehead gently. “For a marriage of convenience, then, this has turned out quite well, don’t you think?”
Integra gave him a squeeze. “I don’t think I could have asked for more.”
“Perhaps,” suggested Walter, “We should just let things happen as they will, and see how we feel as we go along. There is no need to rush to announce things to the world until you are ready.”
Integra nodded. “That does makes sense,” she agreed. Glancing out the window, she noticed that the sun had finally dawned. It was time to get up and begin the day. Reluctantly, she moved out of Walter’s arms and headed for the bathroom. Pausing by the door, she looked back at her husband (finally it was beginning to feel right to call him that!) as he lay in bed, half covered by the sheet. He was propped up on one elbow, watching her as she traversed the floor naked.
“Would you like me to join you?” he offered. “I’ll wash your back for you.” She nodded, with a slight smile, and disappeared into the bathroom. Walter threw back the sheet and followed her.
***
As they waited for the shower to reach the perfect temperature, Walter wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissing her gently on the side of the neck. He held her arm as she stepped into the shower, so as not to let her slip. Then Integra pulled him into the shower behind her, letting the glass door slide shut. The shower was amply big enough for both of them to stand beneath the hot running water.
Embracing Walter under the running water was another new pleasure for Integra. She found she enjoyed the feeling of his body slippery against hers, as well as how the water seemed to make her skin feel more sensitive.
Walter took the soap and lathered up the sponge, then proceeded to gently scrub Integra all over. He vigorously massaged her back with it, until her skin tingled. While Integra washed her hair, Walter cleaned himself thoroughly, and they both stood close together to rinse away the soapsuds. Walter then opened the shower door, stepping out and getting a clean, soft towel for Integra. She turned off the water and allowed him to wrap her in the towel.
There was silence in the room as they both dried themselves and brushed their teeth. Walter hung up the towels as Integra padded back into her bedroom without bothering to put on her towelling robe. Walter followed her, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching while she dressed. He wondered if Integra knew how seductive her movements were. He’d certainly never noticed it until now. Finally, as she brushed her hair and was ready to go and tackle her work, he made move to get dressed himself.
“Oh dear...”
The comment made Integra pause in her steps towards the door. “What is it?”
Walter looked chagrined. “It appears I have forgotten to bring a fresh change of clothes with me.”
Integra smirked. She made a show of looking at the clock. “Look at the time!” she exclaimed. “I have an appointment with the head of MI-5 this morning. I’d better get moving.” And with that, she kissed him softly and dashed out the door.
Walter shook his head in bemusement. It was all very well that Integra found it amusing, but he couldn’t wear his crumpled clothes from the day before, neither could he stay in Integra’s rooms all day. Grimly, he decided there was only one course of action.
***
Seras Victoria dropped the blood packs she was carrying. One of them split as it hit the ground, splashing her with blood, but she didn’t even notice. She was too shocked at the sight of a flushed-looking Walter tearing down the staircase at breakneck speed, wearing a short white towelling robe. Intent on getting to his rooms as quickly as possible, he didn’t notice Seras at all.
“Miss?” One of the maids came up to Seras. “Was that... Walter?” Seras nodded, and both women broke into fits of giggles.
*** End Chapter Seven ***
A little before sunrise, Walter awoke, fully rested and refreshed. In his arms, Integra slept on. Having no desire to wake her, he simply lay beside her, holding her close and watching her face, watching the way her nose wrinkled or her eyelids shuddered in response to some dream she was having.
The events of the past day seemed so surreal that he had feared he would wake up to discover it had all been a dream. But on waking, he had discovered that the beautiful Sir Integra Hellsing did, indeed, lie asleep in his arms, and he could not have been happier.
Stirring from a sleep more restful than usual, Integra slowly opened her eyes. She felt comfortable and warm in Walter’s arms, and the heady fragrance of their bodies together still lingered about them, reminding her of the previous night. Unable to see clearly without her glasses, she stuck out her hand in the direction of the bedside table, groping for them. Walter smiled and placed them in her hand. He’d taken them off her after she’d fallen asleep, and placed them on the side table.
Integra replaced her glasses and turned in Walter’s arms to look at him. He smiled at her and murmured a mor morning to her. She returned his smile, kissing him softly on the lips. For a moment, they simply enjoyed the closeness of the embrace, and then Integra rolled onto her back, looking up at the bed canopy above them. “So, what now?”
“In what sense?” asked Walter, pausing in his stroking of her cheek. He had an idea that she didn’t mean what was going to happen that morning.
“Well,” said Integra, “We began this marriage as a secret affair; do we want to keep it that way? It will become apparent to people that something is happening between us if you are seen sneaking into my bedroom each night, or however frequently that we...” she trailed off as he caressed her cheek again, softly.
“Would you like it to be each night?” he murmured to her.
She smiled at him, and kissed the palm of his hand. “I think I would.” He replaced his hand with his lips, kissing her again. For a moment she returned his kiss with all the passion of the night previously, but then she pulled back. “You’re trying to distract me,” she accused good-naturedly.
Walter smiled and bowed his head. “Guilty as charged,” he admitted. “Perhaps I don’t want this moment to end.”
“I know what you mean,” murmured Integra, holding him close. “I’ve never felt this comfortable with anyone before. And I suppose I never realised how nice it is to have someone to be close to.”
Walter kissed her forehead gently. “For a marriage of convenience, then, this has turned out quite well, don’t you think?”
Integra gave him a squeeze. “I don’t think I could have asked for more.”
“Perhaps,” suggested Walter, “We should just let things happen as they will, and see how we feel as we go along. There is no need to rush to announce things to the world until you are ready.”
Integra nodded. “That does makes sense,” she agreed. Glancing out the window, she noticed that the sun had finally dawned. It was time to get up and begin the day. Reluctantly, she moved out of Walter’s arms and headed for the bathroom. Pausing by the door, she looked back at her husband (finally it was beginning to feel right to call him that!) as he lay in bed, half covered by the sheet. He was propped up on one elbow, watching her as she traversed the floor naked.
“Would you like me to join you?” he offered. “I’ll wash your back for you.” She nodded, with a slight smile, and disappeared into the bathroom. Walter threw back the sheet and followed her.
***
As they waited for the shower to reach the perfect temperature, Walter wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissing her gently on the side of the neck. He held her arm as she stepped into the shower, so as not to let her slip. Then Integra pulled him into the shower behind her, letting the glass door slide shut. The shower was amply big enough for both of them to stand beneath the hot running water.
Embracing Walter under the running water was another new pleasure for Integra. She found she enjoyed the feeling of his body slippery against hers, as well as how the water seemed to make her skin feel more sensitive.
Walter took the soap and lathered up the sponge, then proceeded to gently scrub Integra all over. He vigorously massaged her back with it, until her skin tingled. While Integra washed her hair, Walter cleaned himself thoroughly, and they both stood close together to rinse away the soapsuds. Walter then opened the shower door, stepping out and getting a clean, soft towel for Integra. She turned off the water and allowed him to wrap her in the towel.
There was silence in the room as they both dried themselves and brushed their teeth. Walter hung up the towels as Integra padded back into her bedroom without bothering to put on her towelling robe. Walter followed her, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching while she dressed. He wondered if Integra knew how seductive her movements were. He’d certainly never noticed it until now. Finally, as she brushed her hair and was ready to go and tackle her work, he made move to get dressed himself.
“Oh dear...”
The comment made Integra pause in her steps towards the door. “What is it?”
Walter looked chagrined. “It appears I have forgotten to bring a fresh change of clothes with me.”
Integra smirked. She made a show of looking at the clock. “Look at the time!” she exclaimed. “I have an appointment with the head of MI-5 this morning. I’d better get moving.” And with that, she kissed him softly and dashed out the door.
Walter shook his head in bemusement. It was all very well that Integra found it amusing, but he couldn’t wear his crumpled clothes from the day before, neither could he stay in Integra’s rooms all day. Grimly, he decided there was only one course of action.
***
Seras Victoria dropped the blood packs she was carrying. One of them split as it hit the ground, splashing her with blood, but she didn’t even notice. She was too shocked at the sight of a flushed-looking Walter tearing down the staircase at breakneck speed, wearing a short white towelling robe. Intent on getting to his rooms as quickly as possible, he didn’t notice Seras at all.
“Miss?” One of the maids came up to Seras. “Was that... Walter?” Seras nodded, and both women broke into fits of giggles.
*** End Chapter Seven ***