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[crystalddemon]

LATE NIGHT DRINKS

English is not my first lenguage, i apologize in advance.

Info: Fluff. Reader is a witch, very much bayonetta coded. Alucard is needy. Kinda lore?. No proofread, this is a try of something.

It was late. Like, really late night. The storm outside Hellsing castle was raging, thunder and rain pouring over with force, crashing against the empty halls and big windows. The only light were the candles over the table, as she drank a glass of wine in complete silence. She was night owl, sleep wasnt her thing after all. She had always been full of nightmares and constantly having to stay alert, maybe working in hellsing had changed that a bit. But she still had her bad habits. She drank slowly, staring at the crimson liquid and getting lost on her own thoughts in the middle of the storm. She liked this. A job as monster hunter, the pay was nice, and -he- was almost always with her. She swinged her legs over the table, as she always did, clicking the stars of her heels. Her guns. Unable to stay unarmed, even being in pijamas. ¿Why was it so hard to accept peace, why she couldnt sleep? ¿Maybe it was because he wasnt there. Since when she missed him so much?.  -.....you are awake- The lights of the candles flickered, a big shadow looming over her. The smell of wet grass, rain, and blood mixed on Alucard; freshly arriving from a nightly hunt. She curved her back, to find his bloodshot eyes, big and dilated, staring down at her. -....And you are early- she answered softly. Her voice sounded calm, natural, welcoming. There was a small, deep silence between them too, as she got her glass, still with some wine, on the table. She knew how much he dissaprooved her drinking late, without eating something. She already knew how this went. **Them both knew**. The next thing she felt was his cold, long hands scooping her up on his arms. Rubbing her legs, her waist, pressing her close to his damp clothes.

Silence was replaced with the clacking of his boots, and the drip of water on the floor, as he carried her princess style back to her room. Because she deserved a bed, not a coffin, in his own words. She was positioned in bed with a soft pout, missing her wine. Third time this week. He pulled off wet clothes, like she always made him do, sneaking into one of his own shirts she had on her closet. She hummed, as he eventually plopped himself on top of her, cuddling her under the covers. Cold, calloused hands roamed her legs, her waist, seeking her warmth. She heard him purr, rub his head against her neck and her cleavage. Her soft hands threaded on his long hair, carefully drying it with a towel and soft rubs.  -....how did it went?- she asked, adjusting the tick blanket over them. Winter wasnt her thing, or maybe it was just a excuse to be closer. -....all of them dead. I stole for you a neackle, and a ring. Silver, like you used this week.- his deep, hoarse voice whispered. Fangs already peeking, rubbing over her soft skin. Old, fresh, and still healing bites filled her neck and down to her chest, witnesses of her daily routine. She softly pressed him close, as the first bite of the night came. -....you didnt got hurt- she spoke, as small drops of blood ran down her skin. His cold tounge lapped her, soothing the pain she was already so used to. -....couldnt. You would worry- he whispered simply, leaving a trail of kisses before biting again. His pupils, blown wide, stared at her seeking for any discomfort. Witch’s blood was a luxury only him was able to have. He bit, kissed and marked her neck, sucking her sweet nectar with longing.

This kind of intimacy was a habit between them at this point, a way of connecting with each other in caring gestures. What started as „emergency blood supplies“ ended up as a sweet habit between two souls that eternally belonged to each other. She leaned back, rubbing his shoulders and whimpering sightly when he bit a spot she didnt expected. He inmediatly let go, kissing and licking the spot eagerly with gentleness. -....m‘ sorry...sorry- he whispered apologies, finding the idea of any kind of pain on her unberable. It was so unusual to see Alucard like this. His snark, all his bite compleatly gone as he became putty on her hands. He was like a caring husband, a needy creature of her attention and care. She smiled softly, pressing him close as her eyelids felt heavy. She felt him kiss all her neck, her face, her lips. His big frame pressed her close, trying to keep her warm and comfortable on his slender but firm body.-....g’night baby- She sighed, sleep slowly clouding her mind. There wasnt cold, or fear, or danger there. Just a big vampire taking care of what he loved the most, as he also decided to take a nap. 2 hours, 3 days, whatever she wanted. The bad days were over. Her own, personal evil was there to stay always with her. Maybe that was her peace. He just kissed her forhead, wishing her sweet dreams and rest for both of them; as the candles died. The storm covered the silence again, now a lullaby for her on the arms of her vampire.