Personal Journal, Katherine Wilde
September 23
There is so much to say that I don't know where to start. Walter sent me a note on the 21st where he finally dropped the "Miss" in the salutation. He actually sounded jealous of the man that dragged me into the tango. I hadn't decided how to respond yet (other than accepting the offer to dance with him), so hadn't answered.
One night later, Integra called and woke me. In the background I could hear a great deal of confusion and she asked me if I could portal over immediately. I only paused long enough to grab my robe and slippers. The estate had been attacked and a water elementalist was with the attackers,a nd she had encased two troop members and Walter in blocks of ice. When I've used ice, I've never covered their heads, but this woman did. Apparently Walter was able to trap her in his wires before he was iced, and Alucard took her out. Integra was concerned about everyone's recovery, which is why she called me. Although Alucard was willing to shatter the ice and their medical team was standing by, she wanted someone who might have some experience with it. Fortunately, I had. I'm almost positive that she knows I'm a grand adept, familiar with all four elemental magics.
I dissolved the ice on the two troop members first, then laid a hand on each of their chests and started warming them. One I knew their hearts were beating and lungs were working, I called Integra over and had her stand with her hand on my shoulder so that she could see and feel what I was doing. As soon as she was comfortable, I had her take over, although I simply had her act as the conduit for my own energy so that I could attend to Walter. I had the medical team take those two into the Infirmary, to monitor their heartbeats and respiration, being sure they knew to strip the iced clothing off, but didn't trust Walter to anyone else.
I shattered the ice on him and caught him with a bed of air before he could fall. My kei'dran helped monitor his heart and lungs and I began slowly warming him while letting the Hellsing team know I was taking him to his room. I couldn't afford to be distracted by having him be in the infirmary, and the distance made no impact to my powering Integra's warming of the other two. The difference in Walter's age made me want to give him my undivided attention and not lose my focus by too many people, movements and sounds around.
When we arrived at his room, I discovered two of the medical staff trailing me, so I had them strip the frozen clothing off him while I warmed the bed and laid him down in it. Then I insisted that they leave. Trying to deal with them and their questions while monitoring his heart, lungs internal and external temperature was just too much. They protested, and I finally pushed them out of the room with a wall of wind, and then locked the door behind them.
Even though I knew that I was warming his entire system evenly, I wound up lying next to him to let him absorb my own body heat as well. Obviously there's more of an emotional attachment than I was willing to admit. My kei'dran kept me centered at least, as my fear of losing him might have become more than I could handle otherwise. Eventually, his body temperature rose back to normal, his heart and lungs were strong and I could tell he was simply sleeping peacefully. I asked my kei'dran to let Integra know that Walter would be fine as I knew how worried she would be, and to let her know that I was continuing to monitor him.
This is where it gets a bit embarrassing and it is hard to write this even in a secured journal that won't be read by anyone else. I was lying next to him, my hand still on his chest and I went from being worried and trying to save his life to…well, cuddling. I began running my fingers across his chest simply because I enjoyed the feel of his skin beneath my fingers. And he might be around 60 now, but damn does that man keep himself in shape. He is well muscled with a flat and taut stomach. The fact that I only lightly traced my hand across his chest is amazing as I honestly wanted to explore every part of him and probably molded my body against his side closer than was necessary or appropriate. My Da would have been shocked at me!
My kei'dran let me know when he was waking up and I reluctantly stopped my hand (regretting not having used my lips instead), sat up slightly and met his eyes as they opened. He obviously had no idea what I was doing there and his eyes kept darting around, finally settling just on my eyes. I explained what had happened and that he should be fine. I grudgingly left the bed, but if he had given me any encouragement I know I would have stayed. The saints preserve me, but I would have gladly spent several hours proving in some inventive ways just how happy I was that he was all right. Instead, I gave him a quick kiss on the forehead, remembered to unlock the door and portaled back home to take a very cold shower.
I am so embarrassed…
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Personal Journal, Walter Dornez
September 24
Yesterday, a frontal assault was attempted on the Hellsing estate; we assume it was Millennium. The troops responded admirably. Alucard and Seras both contributed to the decimation of their forces. However, they had an elementalist with them. It is amazing how I never knew they existed before Katherine, but now take them in stride. This one was apparently a water elementalist. I saw her pull water out of the ground and encase several of the troops in blocks of ice, from head to toe. I didn't know if they were alive or dead. I was able to grip her with my wires, but she presumably encased me as well, for I remember nothing after that.
The next thing I recall is waking up with the most unusual sensations. I first felt the most sensuous contact on my chest; a slow seductive caressing that pulled me out of the sleep I was in. Then I became aware of a form nestled intimately close to mine and the scent of vanilla and almonds, reminding me of Katherine. The stroking on my chest stopped and the warm silky body next to mine moved; I opened my eyes in protest at the loss of these sensations.
I was stunned to see it actually was Katherine next to me, but a Katherine I never expected to see. Her hair was mussed and she was clad in a silky deep burgundy slip of some type. My eyes dropped in surprise which made me realize how low cut the bodice of her garment was; I could see inside quite well and the sight made my heart race. My eyes darted around us and I recognized that we were together in my own bed and that she was wearing a very seductive nightgown. I felt the blood rush to my groin and an aching throb begin. That was when I realized I was without clothing of any type. But I couldn't remember anything! This warm and beautiful woman was pressed closely against me in the most intimate manner and I couldn't remember how it happened.
I met her eyes wanting nothing more than to pull her back against me when she started speaking. I had to concentrate to understand that Integra had called her after the elementalist enclosed three of us in ice. Katherine responded immediately, portaling over to assist with resuscitating us. That was why she was in her nightgown; she had been awakened by Integra's call. Apparently she "thawed" me in my room.
I wanted to protest when she left the bed, but just raised myself on one arm to watch her. I couldn't think clearly; I'm not even sure I thanked her for her actions on our behalf. I only remember my body demanding that I not let her go. She moved towards me and I thought for a brief and ecstatic moment that she was actually going to rejoin me, but she just lightly brushed her lips against my forehead and left, leaving me with a physical and emotional ache that still remains.
What an old fool I am.
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Hellsing
September 24
My Dear Katherine,
I was a bit confused when I woke up today and apologize if I said or did anything that failed to convey my gratitude for your immediate and tender support of all of us.
Yours,
Walter
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Chicago
September 24
My Dear Walter,
After what you went through, I certainly understand waking up confused or disoriented. I hope you're fully recovered by the end of the day. Please be sure to take at least one day and let your body recover.
Affectionately,
Katherine
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Hellsing
September 24
My Dear Katherine,
It wasn't the ice that caused any confusion. It was waking up next to an extremely beautiful woman that tied my tongue. Being "au naturel" myself may have contributed to it.
Yours,
Walter
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Chicago
September 24
My Dear Walter,
I do believe you've been kissing the Blarney stone. Although I readily admit that I was so focused on warming your internal and external temperatures, that I failed to consider how you would feel waking without your clothing. I'm very sorry my dear.
Missing you,
Katherine
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Hellsing
September 24
My Dear Katherine,
I don't recall objecting to how I awoke. And you were quite successful at warming both my internal and external temperatures, thank you my dear.
Missing you,
Walter
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Personal Journal, Walter Dornez
September 24, part 2
I may have gone too far. Her comments gave me some encouragement and I tried a more direct approach that if it were any more blatant it would become crude. However, she hasn't responded yet and it's been nearly two hours. Perhaps I should call and apologize if I offended her.
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Personal Journal, Walter Dornez
September 26
I am officially the most fortunate man on earth. Katherine didn't respond to my last email. Instead, there was a knock on my door and it was her. I was briefly struck dumb, but as her eyes searched my face she must have seen what she wanted for she stepped in, shut the door and locked it. I could feel a very slow appreciative smile beginning.
"While we might eventually say something in another 20 emails, I decided to try the direct approach" she said to me with the most endearing blush on her cheeks. She put her hands behind her and leaned on the door and said the words that gave rise to joy I don't deserve. "Walter, I find you the single most attractive man I have ever met. You are intelligent, focused, thoughtful, have a wonderful sense of humor and are so damned physically attractive that I find myself always wanting to touch you."
"I would never want to deny such a beautiful woman anything" I responded, trying hard not to frighten her with the strength of my reaction. My heart and my breathing were both trying to race one another for dominance, but I think my groin won with the warmth and tightness that began.
"You have a beautiful body" she said and I think I may actually have blushed. My god, I'm so old compared to her. Well, in appearance at least. "You have no idea what I wanted to do while you were sleeping, how I wanted to explore it in detail when I had the opportunity."
I stepped close and reveled in the intimacy, in her scent and in those huge beautiful eyes of hers. I rested one hand on her cheek and she turned into it, kissing the palm and then the vixen began suckling my fingers causing an immediate reaction elsewhere. I leaned in for a kiss, our first. It started softly and sweetly, but as she responded the intensity increased. Her lips parted slightly and that was all the encouragement I needed to explore further.
She moved one hand up to my neck, pulling me closer while I put my other around her waist, bringing her hips to mine. If she was upset by the throbbing against her, she made no sign other than a low purr of pleasure in her throat that almost did me in.
I may be 69 (physically perhaps 59 now), but I had never been a ladies man. I've known women, but it was always physical. This combination of holding an intelligent, powerful, beautiful, witty and sensual woman who wanted me as much as I wanted her was an entirely new sensation.
We broke apart, both breathing heavily. I leaned in to her neck and shoulder, loving her taste, her scent and doing my best to cause her to make that seductive purring again. She shakily whispered my name and I paused to kiss her lips again for saying it.
"Walter, would you like to stay here or would you like to come home with me?" she asked.
I wanted her immediately with a passionate need that was growing, but who knew what would interrupt us. Within a few minutes, I had left a note on Integra's desk saying I would be gone for the remainder of the day and then I got to experience her portal. The less said about that, the better.
Her condominium is very tasteful and elegant but that didn't really register until later. Her bedroom had a fireplace, a romantic touch and she uses silk sheets. She's also fond of Ravel's Bolero. She is a very tactile woman as I was to come to know. Repeatedly. With tantalizing and passionate pleasure.
I am the most fortunate man on earth.