That is in fact a very nice thing to walk in on. By a lot. Because Trevor's chest is a total damn weak point that is now pretty much the height of hilarity (Trevor's literally just shoved Alucard's face into his own chest several times when the vampire's looked out of sorts, it's worked.) And Sypha in that dress doing just about anything is bound to hit both of them a little too hard.
Yet for all of that Alucard still blushes like well. Like only he can, because god sometimes they all just need one on one time.
There's just enough time for Alucard to set the tray down. No one's having any fun if he drops it, getting water and glass all over the floor.
Sypha's hands feel wonderful. Warm. And he's still plenty red.]
Treffy is so impatient. But you're so very good for me.
[She delicately works his tie free, leaving the ends hanging around his neck as she starts undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one, working from the one at the throat down.]
You'll hold still and let me do this properly, won't you, my Alucard? Because you know how to behave.
[Is she laying it on a little thick? Perhaps. But Alucard has been forced into day after day of being in control, being dominant, being authoritative. All she's doing is taking up the reins, and making it clear that if she's got them, then he doesn't have to keep them himself.]
Mmm. And there.
[She finishes with his shirt, unfastens the button of his trousers for good measure, and steps back to admire her handiwork with a satisfied grin.]
[He very much would like to point out that all three of them are still. in. the hallway. It's a fact that's being telegraphed across his face for all of five seconds, and Trevor catches it. And he is nearly cracking up for it because the vampire is being absolutely covered in thick affection and all he can think about is the damn hallway floor. It's...so very him, and it's a terribly funny contrast some nights.
But the rest of Alucard would very much just like to melt under Sypha's hands, and he nearly does. There's enough suit undone that he's just standing there a little embarrassed by how quickly he's fallen into all those wonderful touches, and there's the rest of him that's pretty sure that just a single carafe of water is not going to be enough.
(Duh. Ice mage. It's a non-issue.)
Then Trevor laughs again and nudges Sypha pointedly. We should go upstairs before he swoons.]
[She looks the two of them over with a critical eye, appraising their relative level of disheveled undress, and then with a satisfied nod makes sure they're both watching as she reaches up and behind her neck to find the fastening that's holding the halter closed.
She holds there a minute, smiling slightly, and then pushes the pearl button through its loop and lets it free, leaving the top half of her dress held up by gravity and prayer alone.]
There. Now we can go upstairs.
[And she will lead the way, not least of which because it means the boys will only be able to see her back the whole way up, because sometimes a tease is in order and after the night they've all had, they deserve it.]
[Well that's the hottest thing Alucard's seen in the past few days. There's a very tiny choked whimper that gets let out in the slowest possible way, and Trevor has to elbow Alucard to make sure that the vampire's even there.
He seems to be. Enough in his mind that he still grabs the tray with the carafe and water glasses because he's still Alucard even if he's about to forget even that for the night, and Trevor's just shaking his head with endless fondness for this entire damn situation.
It has been a very long and tiring night for all the wrong reasons. At least that much can now be put to rights.]
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That is in fact a very nice thing to walk in on. By a lot. Because Trevor's chest is a total damn weak point that is now pretty much the height of hilarity (Trevor's literally just shoved Alucard's face into his own chest several times when the vampire's looked out of sorts, it's worked.) And Sypha in that dress doing just about anything is bound to hit both of them a little too hard.
Yet for all of that Alucard still blushes like well. Like only he can, because god sometimes they all just need one on one time.
There's just enough time for Alucard to set the tray down. No one's having any fun if he drops it, getting water and glass all over the floor.
Sypha's hands feel wonderful. Warm. And he's still plenty red.]
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[She delicately works his tie free, leaving the ends hanging around his neck as she starts undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one, working from the one at the throat down.]
You'll hold still and let me do this properly, won't you, my Alucard? Because you know how to behave.
[Is she laying it on a little thick? Perhaps. But Alucard has been forced into day after day of being in control, being dominant, being authoritative. All she's doing is taking up the reins, and making it clear that if she's got them, then he doesn't have to keep them himself.]
Mmm. And there.
[She finishes with his shirt, unfastens the button of his trousers for good measure, and steps back to admire her handiwork with a satisfied grin.]
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But the rest of Alucard would very much just like to melt under Sypha's hands, and he nearly does. There's enough suit undone that he's just standing there a little embarrassed by how quickly he's fallen into all those wonderful touches, and there's the rest of him that's pretty sure that just a single carafe of water is not going to be enough.
(Duh. Ice mage. It's a non-issue.)
Then Trevor laughs again and nudges Sypha pointedly. We should go upstairs before he swoons.]
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[She looks the two of them over with a critical eye, appraising their relative level of disheveled undress, and then with a satisfied nod makes sure they're both watching as she reaches up and behind her neck to find the fastening that's holding the halter closed.
She holds there a minute, smiling slightly, and then pushes the pearl button through its loop and lets it free, leaving the top half of her dress held up by gravity and prayer alone.]
There. Now we can go upstairs.
[And she will lead the way, not least of which because it means the boys will only be able to see her back the whole way up, because sometimes a tease is in order and after the night they've all had, they deserve it.]
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He seems to be. Enough in his mind that he still grabs the tray with the carafe and water glasses because he's still Alucard even if he's about to forget even that for the night, and Trevor's just shaking his head with endless fondness for this entire damn situation.
It has been a very long and tiring night for all the wrong reasons. At least that much can now be put to rights.]