*SLIGHT MATURE CONTENT!!!!
Heinkel panted as she gripped the sheets, her other hand clawing into your back. Nails leaving behind long gashes, trickles of blood seeping out. You let out a grunt, thrusting your hips forward into the tomboy's entrance. Causing her to moan louder, her head falling back into the white pillow. Your large hands running along her legs, gripping her smooth limbs. You wrapped her legs around your waist, leaning forward. Pressing your lips against Heinkel's plush ones, nibbling on her bottom lip, the german allowed it. Too lost in pleasure, she didn't care at the moment if you were asking for entry. Both yours and Heinkel's tongues battled for dominance, the female below you was warm. The knot tighten within the blonde, close to her climax the more you thruted within her. Sweat rolling down your skin, Heinkel parted from kiss.
"__-_______!" She yelled out your name, the blush never leaving her pale face. Then there was the sound of an alarm going off.
---You wake up-----
Your (E/C) eyes shot open, quickly sitting up. You rubbed the palm of your hands against your now closed eyes, once done, you released a sigh. Reopening your (E/C) orbs, you turned towards your clock. Reaching out to shut the darn thing off, once tht mini mission was completed.
"That....That dream...I..." You sighed, having a dream like that wasn't a good thing. A dream of lust, was never a good sign for anything Catholic. You frowned, you didn't want to leave the Vatican, but you had too.
'It's time to retire,' you thought to yourself. Pulling the covers off, you stood to your full height. Letting yourself hang out, meaning in the nude. You always slept in the nude, it was uncomfortable to sleep in undergarments. Walking to your dresser, you took pants, socks, and boxers out. Dressing in them, you did the same with the tops. Once down with getting dressed, you thought about your options that you always wanted to do when you were younger. Suddenly your rembered Integra's young face when she was a teen, she made an offer to you before you left the Hellsing estate.
--FlashBack----
After the event with her Uncle, who tryed to kill her, but failed.
"______, you know, you don't have to leave. You can stay." You shook your head, bangs swaying side to side. When you were younger, your bangs were much longer than what they were know. You softly smiled, you patted the top of her head.
"I HAVE to go." You couldn't be around her, your Father, a fellow gaurd. Had asked for a transfer to another place, that place being the Vatican. At the time, you didn't want to leave. You wanted to be with the friend you've ever known since you were little, your smile left your lips. A sigh as the replacement, looking sadly at the girl. Cupping her cheek, a blush formng on her tan cheeks.
"Maybe we can see eachother in the future," sliding your hand from her warm face, you took out your handgun. Handing the female your weapon that was given to you by her father. You turned away, begining to walk towards the doors tht your ride was waiting for you.
"_______! WAIT!" You stopped and turned around towards the female who had called your name,
"If... If you ever want to come back, I don't care what others would say. Your welcomed anytime." You smiled at this,
"Thank you." You softly said as you left.
--End of FlashBack---
You smiled, taking that little offer up. Looking around your room until you found a pen and paper, writing something down. You had left your room in search of a envolope, after a while, you had found what you needed. Once you did what it was recommended for a letter, you had send it out, heading back to room. You begun to get ready for retirerment and packing for the ride to England.
A Couple of Weeks Later----
Walter had walked into Sir Integra's office, letter in hand. Integra sat at her desk, shuffling through the papers before her.
"Sir Integra, a letter arrived for you." The said female looked up, a brow quirked in bewilderment,
"From who?" She spoke in her normal tone of voice, not caring now.
"From the Vatican." Sir integra was about to say something, but Walter continured to speak.
"But from ______ _______." Walter approached the shocked female, setting the cream colored enolope down. Did she hear that correctly, ______ ______.
Picking up the letter from her old friend, using a letter opener knife. She cut the top open, retrievving the letter itself inside. Opening the folded parcment, her eyes scaned over the neat writing. The pale blonde's heart swelled, her long time friend wanted to work for the Hellsing organization. A ghost of a smile graced her lips.
