OOC: Fiiiiiic!
Title: Conversations in an Indian hotel room
Rating: PG
Series: Hellsing
Characters: Pip/Seras
Notes: * Brawl canon. It's a fact.
* This is the most unoriginal title ever. It's also a fact.
* One day I'll write more than these two, I promise 8(
Pip was sprawled out on the bed, staring up at the ornate decorations of the ceiling. What flaming designer had decided to put it there? It wasn’t as if anyone paid a lot of attention to it. Plus, it was giving him a headache. Or maybe it was the wine.
Complementary wine with their stay. He grinned. Clearly he’d had some stroke of genius choosing this hotel.
“Did you fall asleep?”
Seras was leaning against the door to the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel and giving Pip an incredulous expression. Pip just grinned at her, and she blushed. “W-Well, come on, then,” she walked over to the bed, throwing a lone pillow in his direction, “I want to see more of the city today!”
Pip just swatted the pillow to the side and kept smiling. She was still ridiculously easy to tease, even now that they were… “We have the entire honeymoon to sightsee, cherie.” He murmured, and closed his eye. “I wanna sleep.”
The vampire sighed, and ran her hand through damp hair. “Pip,” she said in exasperation. “We’re in Calcutta.”
“I know.”
“…That’s in India.”
“I know.” The grin widened.
“I am not going to spend a lovely evening in a hotel when I could be exploring a new city with my husband!” Seras finished, leaning over Pip and resting both her hands on the bed.
Oh, so they were playing that game. Pip smirked, and tugged on the front of Seras’s towel, pulling her into a kiss so fast that she almost fell on top of him. Even so, he felt her climbing onto the bed, and moved to the side so she would be more comfortable.
“…You’re unbelievable,” Seras groaned as they broke the kiss, blushing and reaching down to adjust her towel.
“What?” Pip kept grinning- it felt as if he hadn’t stopped smiling for days- and reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Seras’s ear. “Is it wrong to want to have a nice, uninterrupted evening with my wife?”
Seras's blushed deepened at the word "wife," and smiled back at him. "...Fine," she muttered, "all right. Tomorrow, then."
"D'accord, mignonette."
"...Love you."
Heh. She must have said that at least a thousand times since the wedding. Still, he echoed her words- always in French- and kissed her again, deeper, tangling his fingers in her hair. After all, he wasn't any better.
.......................*headbangs*
Rating: PG
Series: Hellsing
Characters: Pip/Seras
Notes: * Brawl canon. It's a fact.
* This is the most unoriginal title ever. It's also a fact.
* One day I'll write more than these two, I promise 8(
Pip was sprawled out on the bed, staring up at the ornate decorations of the ceiling. What flaming designer had decided to put it there? It wasn’t as if anyone paid a lot of attention to it. Plus, it was giving him a headache. Or maybe it was the wine.
Complementary wine with their stay. He grinned. Clearly he’d had some stroke of genius choosing this hotel.
“Did you fall asleep?”
Seras was leaning against the door to the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel and giving Pip an incredulous expression. Pip just grinned at her, and she blushed. “W-Well, come on, then,” she walked over to the bed, throwing a lone pillow in his direction, “I want to see more of the city today!”
Pip just swatted the pillow to the side and kept smiling. She was still ridiculously easy to tease, even now that they were… “We have the entire honeymoon to sightsee, cherie.” He murmured, and closed his eye. “I wanna sleep.”
The vampire sighed, and ran her hand through damp hair. “Pip,” she said in exasperation. “We’re in Calcutta.”
“I know.”
“…That’s in India.”
“I know.” The grin widened.
“I am not going to spend a lovely evening in a hotel when I could be exploring a new city with my husband!” Seras finished, leaning over Pip and resting both her hands on the bed.
Oh, so they were playing that game. Pip smirked, and tugged on the front of Seras’s towel, pulling her into a kiss so fast that she almost fell on top of him. Even so, he felt her climbing onto the bed, and moved to the side so she would be more comfortable.
“…You’re unbelievable,” Seras groaned as they broke the kiss, blushing and reaching down to adjust her towel.
“What?” Pip kept grinning- it felt as if he hadn’t stopped smiling for days- and reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Seras’s ear. “Is it wrong to want to have a nice, uninterrupted evening with my wife?”
Seras's blushed deepened at the word "wife," and smiled back at him. "...Fine," she muttered, "all right. Tomorrow, then."
"D'accord, mignonette."
"...Love you."
Heh. She must have said that at least a thousand times since the wedding. Still, he echoed her words- always in French- and kissed her again, deeper, tangling his fingers in her hair. After all, he wasn't any better.
.......................*headbangs*