Exactly this. I wouldn’t have you change a single fucking thing.

[ He makes no effort to move the skirt, not yet, instead kissing over it once he runs out of exposed skin as he moves downward. There’s maybe less flesh here, at Alucard’s chest, than there had been before they left to go be hungry for a few months.

Ah well. ]

This - you - is what I want. Exactly as you are. Overeager and in a hurry and bad at catching hints and all.