Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ The Tryst ❯ The Tryst ( Chapter 1 )

*blushes furiously* I don't believe I wrote this. FORGIVE ME!!!!!!!!

The Tryst

The air was thick in the luxurious master bedroom of the small beach house that sat on the French Mediterranean shore. The cracked double doors that allowed the early morning breezes from the near by ocean to float in had little effect. The air was heavy with many things, desire, sweat and musk being the most prominent. The source was easy to find as a couple, kissing heatedly, stumbled back into bed, the woman's breath rushed out her nose as her back hit the mattress. The man moaned and deepened the kiss, delving his tongue into her willing mouth as she threaded nimble fingers into his thick hair. The other set of digits slid down his abdomen to where he wanted it most. He broke the kiss as he threw his head back and hissed, his body arching into her touch. After a few movements of her hand she removed it and brought it up to his shoulder; he gave her a smoldering look as if to ask her why the hell she stopped her previous ministrations. She merely gave him a small smirk and pulled him down to her. Her lover gave in and both moaned as he slid into her searing heat to the hilt. She wrapped her long legs around his narrow hips just as he started to move in her. He pulled himself almost entirely out, slowly, both savoring the friction. The grip of her hands on his shoulders visibly tightened as she raised her hips to quickly push him back in. She wanted it fast and hard, and he was not one to leave her wanting. He thrust into her roughly, slamming her down into the mattress, she gasped loudly as pleasure rippled throughout her body. He withdrew and plunged to her again causing her to arch against him. He repeated the action again and again, faster and harder each time, until the headboard was fairly slamming against the wall. Sensation burned along her nerves as he hit her spot over and over again, threatening to send her over the edge.

Arching, gasping, the figures rolled and the woman was on top, her body rising and falling in an increasing pace, her long hair sticking to her back, and the edges brushed maddeningly at her lover's thighs. His pants became louder and he seized her hips with a bruising grip as he arched up harder into her. The woman breathed through clenched teeth as she impaled herself on his shaft again and again, her nails bit into his shoulders where she braced herself over his body. The pain only seemed to fuel the fire. A shiver seized up her body and held as she threw back her head and moaned lowly, nerves signing with euphoria. Her lover beneath her followed suit and cried out hoarsely, his hips arching up off the mattress and as he plunged himself deeper into her heat. The woman's head dipped toward her chest as her lover pumped into a few more times before he gasped for breath and laid back onto the mattress with a pleasant lethargy. She lifted herself up, forcing her body to release its tight hold of him, her knees popping as she did so. With an easy turn, she sat heavily on the side of the bed and ran a steady hand smoothly through her hair. Reading the time on the alarm clock she started to get up before an arm snaked around her waist and pulled her back down.

"Lets stay another day." He whispered into her ear, attempting to sound seductive.

"You know very well I can't. I have business I need to attend to back home." She told him matter-of-factly as she removed his arm and left the bed.

"Don't you ever take a break?" he asked with a sigh, his accent more evident once he caught his breath.

"Three days every month, all of which I spend with you." She said without changing her tone. Not bothering to get dressed, she lifted her small suitcase and set it on the writing desk opposite the bed. Opening it, she dug around pulling out clean undergarments for her to take a shower; all the other necessities were left in the bathroom from usage the past three days. She heard the mattress squeak followed by another, heavier sigh.

"You know, I've gotten to the point where I regret taking part in our little 'political debates'* as we've taken to calling them. I feel guilt every time I leave here." The woman almost rolled her eyes in impatience.

"Yet you're the one who keeps coming back." She closed the suitcase back and walked into the bathroom, setting her things on a shelf near the sink. As she came back in the bedroom she saw him giving her an angry look.

"You act as if you don't care whether this tryst of ours continues or not." He watched her shrug her slim shoulders indifferently. She frowned at him and opened the closet, pushing aside his hanging clothes to get to hers.

"Your company is only debatably enjoyable, you have this tendency to be needy, in both senses of the word, and I end up not getting any rest on my doctor prescribed breaks."

"That's not what I was referring to and you know it!" His voice had raised several notches in volume, a sure sign he was getting angry, she could imagine his left eyebrow twitching madly.

"I'll admit that it is pleasurable," she paused, looking at him over her shoulder "in the most base of ways."

"You WHORE!" He jumped to his feet, his hair trailing behind him, and jerked her around to face him, the fingers of his hand digging into the flesh of her upper arm. "All this is to you is just a thrilling ride?!?!" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Who the hell said 'thrilling'? I said 'pleasurable', there's a big difference there." A disgusted look came over his face.

"Bitch."

"And yet you'll come back again next month won't you." It wasn't a question; she knew the answer.

"And why the hell are you getting ready so early? It doesn't take seven hours to get back to London, Hellsing." Integra Hellsing twisted his arm from her shoulder and used it as leverage to push him away from her. She leveled a cold gaze at him and gave him such a condescending smirk that he could have sworn she learned it from Alucard.

"My business is none of your affair. Besides, don't you have to go to mass, Enrico?"

~Hangs head. I am forever shamed…. ExI smut…I haven't even finished my AxI smut yet!!! And I'm sorry if it feels rushed. I was trying to keep the first part general for a couple reasons. First being if I went into too much detail, it would be hard to keep from giving them away. And two, if I go into more detail, I tend to go overboard and burning myself out a bit.

*The term 'political debates' in regards to Integra and Enrico's sessions came from Thess (or Sir Hellsing on LiveJournal)