§eri@l (Vlad/ Alucard-Hellsing)

the rose (19)

This time Liliana arrived fifteen minutes early and waited outside.  'Prince I am already here.  Just making sure you can make it?'

"I am also here draga mea" as Vlad held a pale pink rose, "For you, " and he then bowed.

"I should be the one bowing Prince," She smiled and smelled the rose.  "Mm, how did you know this shade of pink is my favorite color for roses?"

"Draga mea because it is from roses originally from Romania," he smiled.

Liliana heard the door unlock and open.  An older man bowed.  "Welcome Prince Drago, your section is ready, and the band is prepared for dancing."

"What?  Really?" Lana was surprised.

"I said I would sweep you off your feet," He kissed her hand.  "Come you will want something to eat."

Vlad pulled the chair for the profiler and offered some champagne in a red fluted glass.  Lana couldn't see his was blood wine with the red glass.  She watched him move around the table as if he was gliding.  He was graceful and his hair shifted slightly as if a breeze had caught it.  His sapphire blue jacket was embroidered with silver Fleur de Lis.  His pants were black with his black boots.  Lana blushed a little as she observed how his butt and legs looked in the slacks.  They emphasized those body parts.  Other men would have looked silly with boots but not him.

He sat and noticed her eyes pointed down and a blush on her cheeks.  "Like something you, see?" He knew exactly why she was.

Lana choked and reached for her champagne.  "You know I hadn't touched alcohol until you made the toast at the party." She then took a sip.

"A virgin to alcohol?  I am a terrible influence on you.  Any other first times?"

"Dancing and rubbing against your lower anatomy but you knew that.  My first formal dress to wear..." she sighed "I'm such a virgin wallflower Why would you want to date me?"

"For that very reason.  You are innocent in thinking not jaded, as women can get with time.  Besides most men want to be the first a young woman experiences in intimate ways," Vlad smiled politely...

"And you?  Good or bad boy?  Willing to take time to wait?" She took another sip and studied him closely.

Vlad took a swallow of his drink, "Very bad man...but I am willing to wait for you.  I do so like to court women as in the old days."

At this point a waiter appeared with menus.  "The special is Duke Wellington served with red potatoes and steamed asparagus.  The meal also comes with the prince's spiced red wine."

"I will order that..."

"Prince Vlad have you already eaten?" the waiter asked.

"I have a client who wouldn't take no for an answer on eating a late lunch.  Perhaps dessert if the young lady chooses it, "Vlad replied.

"Very good sir and always nice to see you."

"Now back to firsts ...you didn't mention being kissed," a slightly predatory look crossed his face.

"Interesting look my prince.  Am I Little Red Riding Hood and you are the big, bad wolf?" Liliana asked playfully.

"Mm, yes I am, and you know this profiler.  As stated, I am willing to give you time to decide how far we go," He tilted his head so he could stare into her eyes. "Please answer the question."

"A peck on the cheek is all.  I'm so boring."

"Hardly draga mea," he had a small smirk on his face.

The two continued small talk until Lana's food arrived.  It smelled good, her mouth watered.  The meat was tender, so the knife cut through like butter.  She took the first bite and closed her eyes.  "Aaah this is so good."