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[reposing]

[Alucard isn't certain what he'd expected, but certainly not that. He considers, then leans his head faintly into her hand.]

I will bear it in mind. And I admit, it was rather ill-timed.

But no less genuine, should the desire be there for both of us.

[originallutece]

[Her fingers drift down, sliding over his jawline, his neck.]

Why don't you come kiss me, and we'll see where we go from there?

[reposing]

[The smile he wears is warm, and he nods. He doesn't intend to make any demands of her, but he certainly doesn't mind it when she orders him around.

Alucard comes in closer, leaning in and pressing his lips softly to hers. Not because he thinks of her as fragile, but rather he does enjoy a more gentle approach part of the time.]

[originallutece]

[She tips her head, returning the kiss just as gently. There's a time for roughness, and god knows she likes it that way, but there's something wonderful about softness as well. Her fingers slide over his cheek, and when they part, she smiles up at him.]

Mm. Not tonight, I think. But I'm staying in your bed, if you'll let me.

[reposing]

[Alucard chuckles softly.]

Of course. Stay as you'd like, then.

[But he's definitely going to be cozying up to lay down next to her. A pause, then he holds out his arm if she'd like to come in for some snuggling. He's never really opposed.]

[originallutece]

[She hesitates for a few seconds. But . . . there's no real harm in it, not really, and she shifts, climbing into his arms. Her head tentatively rests against his chest.]

You really don't have to apologize to me so often, you know. It's very sweet, but you don't have to.

[reposing]

[Some good and proper cuddling. Excellent. Alucard hums, perfectly content.]

Suppose I haven't noticed that sort of thing. I was raised with manners, after all.

[Not that he equates that with apologizing so much, but he also doesn't want to think about why he has done that a lot.]

[originallutece]

[She raises her head, staring up at him for a few seconds. She isn't certain if that's meant to be a dig at her, but just in case: he gets the raised eyebrows. But that only lasts for a few seconds; then she's back to resting on his chest.]

I suppose that's something. Better than certain people . . . I'm still angry with him.

[reposing]

[No dig was intended, so he just shrugs at her expression before she relaxes.]

What exactly about it angers you?

[originallutece]

Him. All of him. All his stupid . . .

[She waves a hand impatiently, scowling at the wall. She's silent for a long while, and then tips her head up, looking at him.]

You realize, Adrian, if you speak a word of this, I'll ruin you. I can, at this point. It wouldn't be difficult.

[reposing]

[He chuckles, even though he completely believes her.]

Rosalind, you have my word, I shall not whisper a single thing that you mention to anyone else.

[originallutece]

Mmhmm.

[She settles back down again. She's silent for a long few seconds, and then:]

On paper, he should be everything I despise. Sometimes, he is. He's arrogant and patronizing and thinks too highly of himself. Even tonight, he was utterly-- I had typed out that entire rant and of course it sent to him, and the ass had the audacity to not only read it, but ask for elaboration. And then, when I yelled at him for it, he--

[She scowls.]

I should loathe him. Instead, I find myself drawn to him. And I dislike that.

[reposing]

There are times in which we find qualities in others to be bothersome or distressing, but there are other things we enjoy about them regardless. It can be irritating, I understand.

What do you like about this man?

[originallutece]

Well. He's decent in bed.

[She says it terribly blithely.]

[reposing]

[ROS...]

Anything else?

[originallutece]

[She huffs a sigh and turns, pressing more firmly against him.]

He's intelligent. A dry sense of humor, which suits me. Helpful, in his quieter moments. Not as sadistic as he pretends, though more sadistic than the average man.

[reposing]

[A had goes to her back, just resting comfortably.]

Well, at least he seems to have some redeeming qualities. What would you demand of him, regardless of whether or not it was possible?

[originallutece]

Good god, don't ask me that.

[She tips her head, burying her face against his neck.]

Why are we discussing this? Why don't you talk about your painting, or the fact you can turn into a bat, or the fact you're a coward when faced with a woman in her nightgown--

[reposing]

How terribly rude, I'm just trying to be a decent friend here.

[But he smiles and kisses the top of her head.]

If you want to discuss something else, we can.

[originallutece]

[She lets out a noise. It's a tequila noise; it's a noise that means shut up, but also, keep doing that.]

I gave you a variety of topics.

[reposing]

Now first of all, I feel like I have a proper fear of an angry woman in a nightgown when I know she is fierce and not to be trifled with, so you're welcome for that one.

And I can also turn into a wolf. And mist.

[originallutece]

[She shifts again. This seems to be a theme of the night, she's going to just shift and squirm until she's atop him fully, resting her chin on his chest. One bare leg kicks up idly, as she absently waves a hand til his overly large sleeve slides down her arm.]

I'm not thanking you.

[But she has to think about that. A wolf, a bat, and mist. One of those things is not like the other, but rather than the million and one questions that would normally come, she simply hums.]

That must be convenient. How big is the wolf?

[reposing]

Shame.

[And he lets her, because it doesn't bother him and he rather likes a good snuggle.]

A bit bigger than a normal wolf, I suppose? I can show you sometime. Or now, I'm told I'm quite fluffy.

[originallutece]

Mm . . . all right.

[She waves a hand, lazily imperious.]

Show me. Do it.

fuckinggg dreamwidth

[reposing]

[First, he gently pushes her back so he has a bit of room. His form melts into the mist before reforming into the giant white wolf form.

The eyes are still golden. The scar is still there. It's still very much Alucard. He lays next to Rosalind, tail wagging.]