Just a Dance

Wolfe Heinkel was irritated. She didn\'t like Renaldo. Worse, she didn\'t respect him. It galled her that he was in charge of Section XIII and that she had to take orders from that sycophantic weakling. He\'d called her in for a meeting and she had to answer the summons.

In that fine frame of mind, she walked into the waiting area outside Renaldo\'s offices. She could hear the sounds of raised voices from behind the closed door. She sat down, expecting to be kept waiting a while.

There was a man in the corner, sitting quietly and reading. She craned to see the title of the book, The Analyst: A Discourse Addressed to an Infidel Mathematician. She looked again at the man holding the book. He was a few years older than she with long black hair pulled back in a ponytail. His clothing was a touch old-fashioned and he was wearing sunglasses despite sitting in shadow, but he was what the Americans called, \"easy on the eyes.\"

She snorted at the direction her thoughts were taking her. How ridiculous, she was no blushing schoolgirl, but a cold-blooded killer in the service of God. Before the convent, though, she had studied philosophy and that man was reading one of her favorite books to argue.

She leaned forward, \"You have an interest in philosophy?\"

The man looked up from his reading and smiled. \"Somehow I thought it was appropriate reading material for the context.\" He waved his hand as though to encompass the entirety of Vatican City.

They shared a laugh and she stood. \"Wolfe Heinkel,\" she said, extending a hand.

He stood, grasping her hand in a cool grip, \"Walter C. Dornez, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.\"

They sat for a while discussing the book. They had a thought-provoking disagreement on the subject of proving or disproving the existence of God through mathematics. Eventually the argument behind the closed door seemed to reach a crescendo, which was punctuated by Integra Hellsing walking angrily out of the office and out the door into the hallway.

Walter rose. \"It would seem that Sir Integra is done with her meeting. It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Heinkel.\"

Heinkel sighed and walked in to her audience with her superior. Renaldo looked up, \"Did the Hellsing woman\'s vampire bother you?\"

\"Vampire?\"

•••


They next met while working.

Heinkel was clearing out a ghoul infestation in Belgium. Despite not being technically a Catholic country, the Belgian government had asked the Vatican\'s experts for help with their vampire problem. Heinkel and Yumiko had arrived to find that the entire village of more than 500 souls had been corrupted by vampiric attack. Yumie had already run off to cut her way through a thick group of ghouls. Heinkel was scouting around for the source of the infection.

She had come around a corner to see the figure of a man. He was facing a group of at least 20 ghouls. It was impossible to tell from her vantage what he did, but it looked as though he had merely waved his arms and the ghouls had shredded in front of him. She must have made some noise because he turned, arms poised. She raised her guns, but he had frozen instead of attacking. He slowly lowered his arms.

\"Miss Heinkel?\" It was Walter, the man she had met in Vatican City last month. The one that Renaldo had said was a vampire.

\"Miss Heinkel, I didn\'t expect to see anyone from Section XIII here. The Belgian government asked the Hellsing Organization for our help with this infestation.\"

\"Damn those Belgians! What are they doing? Playing both sides against the middle?\" Heinkel was furious to think that the Belgian government had thought that Section XIII would need Hellsing assistance. Of course, it would seem that Walter could more than hold his own.

\"Miss Heinkel, I apologize. I have heard nothing but good things about the efficiency of you and your partner. Had I known that you two had been dispatched, I would never have come.\" Walter seemed offended for her.

Heinkel suppressed her anger. Walter wasn\'t at fault here. \"You\'ve already come all the way from England. There is no harm in having assistance in fighting these undead vermin.\"

Walter smiled broadly. Heinkel had been watching for any sign that he was a vampire and for the first time saw the long canines. Why do the Hellsings always have to use the undead to fight the undead? And why does this undead seem so human?

•••


Walter and Heinkel encountered each other in the course of business twice more in the next ten months. After their third meeting in the field, each time followed by spirited discussion of philosophy, weapons and favored tactics for eliminating vampires, Heinkel and Walter exchanged mailing addresses. What followed was three years of exchanged letters, books and a growing friendship. They would meet occasionally in the field. Walter was invariably polite, but Yumiko never warmed up to him. Heinkel would usually join him for a drink when the fighting was over. It was frowned upon to be friends with a vampire, a Protestant vampire no less, but Heinkel was a true Iscariot, which meant that she ignored the rules she thought were unnecessary.

•••


Nearly four years after their first meeting, Heinkel was called on to escort Renaldo to London for a meeting with the leader of the Hellsing organization.

Heinkel was sitting in the anteroom to Integra\'s office, reading, when she heard a familiar voice, \"The Analyst? I thought we covered that one four years ago?\"

Heinkel smiled at Walter, \"You can\'t digest something this weighty in a mere four years, Walter.\"

\"As always, Miss Heinkel, you have an excellent point.\" Walter sat in a nearby chair.

Walter and Heinkel were engaged in an animated discussion when Integra opened the door to her office, \"Ah, Walter, could you have Seras arrange for Father Renaldo and Sister Heinkel to have rooms here tonight? It would seem that our business will not be concluded as quickly as either of us had hoped.\" Integra was clearly not pleased.

Seras had taken over most of Walter\'s domestic duties after he had returned to full fighting fettle. It suited her better than fieldwork and left the Hellsing mansion with constant vampiric oversight. She quickly arranged rooms for Father Renaldo and the strange nun.

Heinkel was reading in her room when the phone rang. \"Heinkel here.\"

\"Miss Heinkel, this is Walter. Since you will be spending the night here, I was wondering if I might show you some of London\'s evening sights?\"

\"I\'d be happy to, Walter. I rarely get out on anything other than business.\" They arranged to meet at the front entrance in an hour.

•••


\"You look lovely, Miss Heinkel.\" Walter smiled at her. She had changed from her usual priest\'s cassock to a suit similar to those that Integra habitually wore.

\"Lovely? For that unnecessary and dishonest compliment, you may call me Wolfe tonight.\"

Walter shook his head at her, \"Wolfe, I have had many years to learn to appreciate the beauty of a woman in a suit.\" He bowed to her and extended an arm to the waiting Rolls Royce.

They rode in companionable silence into the city. \"Most of London was destroyed four years ago, but we have experience in rebuilding from the Blitz. This restaurant has wonderful food and music that makes me feel young.\"

\"Walter, may I ask you a personal question?\"

Walter raised an eyebrow, \"You may. I, of course, reserve the right not to answer.\"

\"It\'s not that kind of question,\" she smiled. \"I just wanted to know why it is that you have grey eyes? I\'ve never met a vampire with anything other than red eyes.\"

\"Colored contact lenses. London is still traumatized from the Millennium attacks. It\'s not a good time to be a vampire.\" They pulled up to valet parking, \"We\'re here.\"

Walter opened Wolfe\'s car door and took her arm to escort her into the restaurant. \"Humor me, I\'m an old-fashioned man.\"

The restaurant was lush and welcoming. The music that Walter had mentioned was nostalgic WWII era played by a live big band.

They ordered and chatted. Wolfe noticed that Walter didn\'t actually eat what he ordered, but he made a good show of playing with it. After dessert, they sat to enjoy the music for a while. After a time, Walter said, \"This is Lili Marlene. Please do me the honor of dancing with me.\"

\"I don\'t dance.\"

\"You do tonight. Please, Wolfe. It\'s been many years since I had the opportunity to dance with a lovely young woman.\"

Wolfe shook her head, but stood and took his hand. Walter was a wonderful dancer. Wolfe had not danced since she was a teenager, but Walter led her around the floor as though they had been dance partners for years. They stayed on the dance floor for the next three songs before she could convince Walter that she needed to sit again. After another hour they agreed that they should be getting back to Hellsing. Again Walter opened her car door for her, but as she stepped past him he put his hand on her arm. She turned and just like that, his body was within a breath\'s distance of hers. He waited for a moment and when she didn\'t pull away, he bent his face to her and kissed her gently on the lips. She froze.

I can\'t do this! It\'s wrong! was her first frightened thought, followed closely by: It\'s also wrong to kill, to wear men\'s clothes when you\'re a nun and to be friends with a vampire. Her stance softened and she leaned into Walter, kissing him back.

Walter remembered himself and pulled back, \"Perhaps this is not the best place for us at the moment.\"

Wolfe looked around. The valet was studiously looking anywhere but at them. \"I think you\'re right.\"

Walter drove them back the way they\'d come. At first there was an uncomfortable silence. Walter was wondering if he\'d gone too far and ruined what had been an invigorating friendship. Wolfe was wondering if she could somehow justify the impure thoughts she couldn\'t seem to push away. The words of the Iscariot creed ran through her head. I won\'t be denying my faith in God if I do this. I won\'t be betraying the Iscariot. I\'ve already broken almost every vow I took as a nun and I did it for the Church. This one I will do for myself. God, if you don\'t want me to do this, I hope you\'ll let me know before it\'s too late. Amen.

Wolfe reached across the seat and put her hand on Walter\'s. He glanced away from the road at her and she smiled at him. He smiled in return and they drove on.

Once back at the mansion, Walter turned to Wolfe, \"I have a large collection of World War II era music if you\'d like to hear a bit more.\"

She nodded and he escorted her downstairs to his rooms. He poured her a glass of wine and put on a record. It began playing a slow song and he turned to her, \"May I have this dance?\" They danced again, this time more slowly. Walter was watching her face carefully and when she became aware of his regard, she tilted her head up to look into his eyes. She smiled at him and leaned up to kiss him. His lips were cold, but the kiss was very warm. They continued to dance slowly and kiss until the record had reached its end.

When the music stopped, Walter looked at her very seriously. \"I would very much like you to stay with me.\"

\"I would very much like to stay with you,\" his eyes widened slightly, \"but I know I shouldn\'t.\"

He couldn\'t hide his disappointment, but nodded, \"I understand. May I have one more kiss before you go?\"

\"I didn\'t say I was going. I merely said that I knew I shouldn\'t stay.\"

\"Wolfe, don\'t taunt an old man,\" he leaned in and kissed her to take away any sting of the comment. \"I would like you to stay. I know that I am asking the world of you, but I think that the person you are can withstand this challenge. I\'d like to give you some time to think. If you don\'t have any objections, I will go take a shower. If, when I get back, you are gone, I will know your decision and bear you no ill will for it. If you are still here when I get back...\" his voice trailed off, \"...then I will take it that you are staying with me tonight.\"

Wolfe nodded. He kissed her once more; it felt as though he was trying to make it a memorable good-bye kiss in case she chose to leave. He left for the bathroom.

Wolfe wandered around Walter\'s room. She looked at his bookshelves and smiled to see some of the books she had sent him. She looked at the records he had and his computer and tried very hard not to look at his bed. Somehow the bed was where her gaze kept ending up. She could hear the shower running in the bathroom. She walked to the door and turned away. She sat at his desk. She stared at the ceiling. Finally she had had enough, \"Dammit, this is not the Wolfe Heinkel I know. I know what I want. I know how to get it. I know that I\'ll be breaking a vow, but I\'ve knowingly done that many times before. Enough. I will stay and I will not regret it.\"

She took off her shoes, poured another glass of wine and settled down on Walter\'s bed to read a book pilfered from his bookshelf. Eventually she heard the shower stop. Her pulse sped up, but she stayed where she was.

After a few minutes Walter walked out of the shower. He looked around the room and when he saw her still there, his face lit up.

\"Thank you,\" he said simply.

Wolfe looked at him. He was wearing a pair of black pajama bottoms and had a black robe draped over his arm, but otherwise he was barefoot and bare-chested. His upper body was crisscrossed with scars. She recognized knife scars, bullet scars and some that appeared to have been caused by claws. She knew them because she wore her own. He was lean and his body was muscular in a wiry, rather than a bulky, way. She thought he looked beautiful. His hair hung down behind him, unbound from its usual ponytail.

He walked over to her, drew her up off the bed into his arms and kissed her again. Her arms went around him and she pulled away from his kiss for a moment, \"You\'re warm!\"

He smiled, \"That was the point of the shower. If I run it at the highest temperature, my body retains the heat for a while afterwards. I wanted to be a warm lover to you.\"

She leaned back into the kiss. They explored each other\'s mouths while their hands began a careful exploration of their bodies. Walter\'s back was firm and smooth and felt wonderful to the touch, but his hands as they caressed her back and moved down to her buttocks were very distracting. She could feel him growing hard where he was pressed against her body and she moaned into his mouth.

He reached up to her shoulders and slid her suit jacket off. Pulling away from their kiss, he hung the jacket over the back of a chair. He untied her tie and it joined the jacket. She reached for her shirt buttons, but he caught her hands gently in his, \"Allow me. I can\'t tell you the pleasure it gives me.\" She dropped her hands to her sides and he unbuttoned her shirt.

He made an appreciative noise when he exposed her bra-clad breasts and leaned in to gently kiss the curves of them above her bra. He finished with her shirt, pulled the tails out of her trousers and the shirt neatly joined the jacket and tie. He stepped back in for another kiss, his hands roamed over her bare skin, leaving trails of heat behind them. She couldn\'t stop the moans his touch elicited and she pressed her body against his, wishing there weren\'t so many layers of cloth between them.

He reached between them and deftly unbuckled her belt. It slid through her belt loops and was tossed aside. He caressed her skin at the waist of her trousers before unbuttoning and unzipping them. He knelt in front of her and slowly slid them down her legs. She lifted her feet, one at a time, to help him finish removing the trousers. He removed her socks and then stood again.

She felt terribly exposed standing in front of him wearing only her flesh colored bra and panties. She could feel a blush start at her cheeks and move down across her chest. He noticed her discomfiture and reassured her, \"You are absolutely beautiful, Wolfe. You are as graceful and deadly as your namesake. It is my honor to be here with you now.\" She reached for him and they pressed against each other, the pace of their kisses growing faster and their hands moving across the other\'s body.

She slid her hands down his back and slipped them under the waistband of his pajama bottoms. His ass was firm and felt wonderful when she squeezed it. She used her grip on his buttocks to pull him closer against her, pressing his erection against her the soft swell of her mons and causing them both to moan. She was starting to feel a bit lightheaded.

Walter reached behind her and unclasped her bra, \"Glad to see that I haven\'t forgotten how to do that,\" he murmured. He slid the straps down her arms and watched as her breasts were uncovered for him. They were firm and milky white with small pink nipples that were taut and begging for his mouth. He leaned down and gently took one in his mouth. Wolfe gasped and tried to stay still. He flicked his tongue over her nipple and then moved to give the other nipple the same attention. He continued to lick and suck her nipples as his hands slid down her waist to the waistband of her panties. He began to slide them down her legs and as they slid down, he knelt, running his tongue down her chest and belly, stopping to nuzzle her navel, before ending up on his knees before her.

Her pubic thatch was thick and a shade darker than her hair. He could see her labia were pink and engorged. He stood abruptly and picked her up. He walked with her to his bed and gently laid her down with her head on the pillow. He stood up for a moment and admired the beautiful woman in his bed. Her body had scars to match his own, but they did not detract from her beauty. He leaned down and traced his finger across a scar that cut across her ribs. She shivered and he could see gooseflesh rise on her torso.

He moved to the foot of the bed and began to explore her body. He caressed her feet, tasted her calves and licked the back of her knees until she writhed on the bed, laughing. Her scent was delicious and the smell of her blood right under the skin was intoxicating. He grazed her with a fang and she became very still. He looked up at her face and she was staring down at him, \"I don\'t want to be a vampire, Walter.\"

\"I will not make you a vampire, Wolfe. Nor will I harm you or do anything to which you do not consent.\"

They shared a smile and he returned to learning the body of his lover.

He licked the groove where her leg joined her hip and was rewarded with her uncontrollable shudders. He kissed her ribs and her breasts and her shoulders. He lingered at her neck. The scent there was nearly irresistible. He sighed against her neck and she pulled him tight against her. He looked at her face and she leaned up and kissed him fiercely. Their tongues danced against each other and her body moved against his. She slowed and looked at him again. Wolfe seemed to come to some sort of decision and when she kissed him again, she deliberately cut her tongue on one of his fangs. His mouth was filled with the taste of her blood and he groaned deep in his throat as he licked and sucked her tongue. He was having difficulty keeping his self-control with this beautiful woman naked beneath him and her generous sharing of both her body and her blood.

He kissed her until her tongue had stopped bleeding and all taste of that delicious elixir was gone. He began to kiss his way back down her body when she pulled his face up to look into hers, \"I want to see you.\" Her voice was low and throaty with desire. He knelt back on his knees and she sat up. She pulled his pajama bottoms down and over his hardness. She slid them down to his knees and he slipped them off. She stared intensely at him. She reached out and touched him and his penis jerked at her touch. She pulled her hand back, \"They move?\"

He smiled at her, \"Just a little.\" He leaned forward and kissed her, pushing her back onto the bed with his kiss and pressing his nude body against hers. He was still warm and the feel of him against her body made her writhe and moan into his mouth. They kissed, her hands exploring his body until he again began to kiss his way down her body.

He laid a slow kiss against her now swollen mound. She gasped at the feel of it. He parted her thighs and began to kiss downward, gently laying kisses on her labia. She sighed and settled back against the bed. He used his tongue to part her labia for the first time and she drew a sharp breath and clutched the sheets in her hands. He ran his tongue up and down the sweet folds, until she couldn\'t contain her moans. He slowly swirled his tongue around her entrance and then entered her with his tongue.

She pressed her pelvis against his face and curled her toes. He continued to pleasure her, licking and sucking her labia and thrusting his tongue inside her until she was barely able to keep from thrashing on the bed. The blood that was swelling her under his touches was heady and he had to stop and collect himself before continuing.

\"Are you alright?\" She sounded worried.

\"There is so much blood here right now. Between that and the wonderful scent of a woman, it is difficult to think clearly.\"

Walter closed his eyes and laid his cheek against her thigh for a moment. When he opened his eyes, she was looking at him and her face was resolute.

\"If you can take blood without harming me, you have my permission.\"

\"Do you know what you\'re saying?\" Walter was quite shocked.

\"I am saying that you may bite me and drink blood from the bite, provided you don\'t make me a vampire or weaken me to the point of illness. Am I being clear enough? I\'ve already gotten naked with a vampire and I\'m enjoying it. I might as well enjoy the entire meal.\"

Walter didn\'t know what to say. He settled for \"Thank you,\" again.

He kissed her thigh and again began to lick the tender folds of her labia. He reached down and began to massage her tight entrance with one finger while he continued to lick and suck her labia. As he entered her with his finger, he sucked on her clitoris. Wolfe\'s movements were becoming more uncontrolled and her moans were louder. He didn\'t stop until he could feel her about to orgasm. At the moment of orgasm, he bit into her mons. The combined pleasure from the bite and the orgasm made her thrash and cry out. Walter drank the sweet blood flavored with her passion. As her motions subsided, he slowed his sucking, allowing the bleeding to stop. He slid up the bed beside her and took her in his arms. She was limp, but smiling.

\"Will you sleep here with me for a while?\" he asked her.

\"Sleep? But what about you? I can\'t have all the fun, can I?\"

Walter grinned lazily at her, \"Who said you had all the fun?\" He looked pointedly at a wet spot too far down the bed to have been her doing. \"Besides, we don\'t have to be done if you don\'t want to be.\"
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A/N I edited this because it felt just a little too clinical to me on my first go round. I\'m pickier with what I write than I could ever be with someone else\'s stories. Hellsing and all its characters belong to Kohta Hirano and whatever corporate entity has licensed the Hellsing portion of his soul. I make no money from my writing.