It’s a simultaneously awkward and comfortable silence as the two of you walk home from the flower meadow. Your fingers go back and forth between delicately touching his to having your entire palm covered by his rough, calloused hands. You both continue to steal glances at each other, but whenever your eyes meet, both of you can do nothing but blush and conspicuously look away. However, it’s not unpleasant. There’s something warm and very you about the artless silence you share, almost as if this lack of interpersonal expertise is something you both can relish in.
And it’s something that you can relish in for the rest of your lives. After all, Abraham Van Helsing, former vampire hunter and portrait of cool, ruthless calculations, has just asked you to marry him. Well, perhaps it was more of a demand. But it wasn’t a demand you had any intention of refusing. In fact, what he demanded was what your heart most deeply desires. As the thought runs through your head and you walk through the door of the home you’ve made together, you hold his hand tighter, look at him, and smile. Finally meeting your gaze, some of the worried creases around his eyes soften as he smiles back. But you notice that they aren’t all gone.
“Van Helsing... is there something wrong?”
“No. Quite the opposite, in fact. I’m... honestly so pleased that I don’t even know what to do with myself,” he says as he closes the door behind him, still holding onto your hand.
You search his face and know that he is telling the truth, but there’s somehow still traces of... anxiety, perhaps?
“I’m not sure I understand.”
He gives a signature self-loathing smile.
“No, I suppose you wouldn’t. You’re far too pure...”
He gently reaches his ungloved hand out to cradle your cheek, and you lean into his touch. You love the feel of his hands on your skin. It’s the feeling you love and crave more than anything in the world. You never thought you’d be able to touch anything ever in your life, you had resigned yourself to that, and now... perhaps you’ve gotten greedy. You close your eyes. As you feel his fingers leave your face, before you even realize it, grab his hand to keep it there.
“Please... I want you to keep touching me.”
You feel a shiver through his hands and as you open your eyes, his face is fully flushed.
“You’re going to give me the wrong idea if you keep saying things like that, you know.”
“Hm? What do you mean? I’m simply telling the truth.”
“Is that so...”
He trails his thumb over your lips and it’s your turn to shiver. For some reason it sends some sort of dull, pleasurable electric shock through your body. You instinctually kiss his finger, but it’s... different somehow. Your kisses up until now have been deep, yes, but still somewhat chaste.
“Shall I continue to touch you, then?” his eyes are hazy. His cool gaze has gone hot. “Or rather... can... can I please continue to touch you?”
All you can manage to do is nod as he closes the distance, holding your cheeks with both of his hands now and pulling you into a deep kiss. His lips part and yours follow when you feel his tongue gently slip into your mouth. Any tension you may have felt in your body melts. You’re putty in his hands. A quiet moan escapes you as Van Helsing pushes his body towards you. You’re forced to step back a few paces to keep from falling until you find your back to the wall, never once breaking the kiss.
One of his hands falls down your neck and lands at your collarbone, sadly covered by your shirt. You miss the feel of his skin on yours.
“You... you said you’d keep touching me.” Your breathing is surprisingly heavy.
Van Helsing smirks. “Is that what you want, beloved?”
“Y-yes... please.”
You try to bring his hand back up to your neck, but instead you feel the buttons of your blouse begin to fall away, his hand sliding inside to find your bare skin. If you melted before, you’re melting even more now. You’ve felt the touch of another on your chest before in a clinical manner, but who knew it could feel so amazing?
“May I?”
“Mmhmm...”
He leans back in and places soft, wet kisses on the nape of your neck. Your arms almost of their own volition wrap around his broad, muscular back and hold him closer, gasping for breath. Your reaction urges him on and he completely frees you from your shirt. He kisses farther down now, stopping at your chest, and you’re suddenly acutely aware of the array of gems embedded in your flesh. Before you have time to become self-conscious though, he gently brings his lips to each fragment, kissing them reverently.
“You are so beautiful, you know. Every part of you.”
He continues kissing down until he reaches your breast. He teases your nipple with his tongue and you cry out a little louder in pleasure, your leg instinctually wrapping around his waist and pulling him even closer. He pulls it into his mouth now, sucking and playfully flicking his tongue back and forth.
“A-ah!”
He pulls away momentarily.
“Do you not like this?” his hot breath tickles your wet skin, sending shivers through your body.
“N-no... quite the opposite...” you repeat his earlier words back to him. He holds that nipple between his fingers, coaxing another cry out of you.
“My beloved has such a lovely voice for me. I wonder how loud I can make you sing.”
He showers attention on the other nipple with his mouth in the same way, yet massaging your other breast all the while. You writhe against his touch but he holds you tight, offering no escape from the overwhelming sensations shooting through you. He now continues lower, kissing and trailing his tongue down your torso while he undoes your pants, pulling them to the floor as he himself sinks down. He stops right below your navel, nipping and kissing, eliciting more uncontrollable squeals from you. But then... he brings his mouth even lower, spreading your legs, and lapping at your parted lips that are inexplicably soaking wet. His tongue enters you and your body quakes.
“Ha-aaah...! V-v-van...!”
“Ah, yes... cry for me, beloved.”
Even if you wanted to remain quiet there’s no way that you could. He pulls your pants off of your feet now, leaving you completely naked at his mercy. And he has no mercy, relentlessly assaulting your senses with previously unimaginable pleasure. You grip his shoulders, fingers digging in, and you feel something rising within you. Something screaming for release. It’s almost painful how good it feels.
“V-van...! I...! I’m...”
He slides a finger inside you and you come completely undone, your voice reaching places you never thought possible, your legs spasming, threatening to give out, but Van Helsing holds you firmly as you climax, drinking up your juices as if he has been trapped in a desert unable to quench his thirst for decades.
And yet he hardly offers a moment of reprieve, standing back up to his full height and biting at your ear. Everything is... so intense... you could pass out from the ecstasy. Your moans are wanton and ragged. You can hear him urgently tossing his own clothes aside, then you feel his bare chest flush against yours, his hard cock pressing against where his mouth just left.
“I... I wanted just to give you the pleasure of touch today... and afford none for myself... but... Apologies. I don’t think I can do that. I can no longer hold myself back from you.”
“Th-then don’t...”
Your hand cups his cheek tenderly as you look into his eyes. Van Helsing... I thought we’d been over this... Allow yourself the happiness you wish for me... You can’t say it with words, you’re much too out of breath, but you hope your eyes can say what your voice currently cannot. He answers wordlessly by plunging himself deep inside you, causing you to cry out once more. He then hooks his arms around your legs, bringing you completely off the ground, pumping hard and fast inside of you.
“Ah...! B-be careful!”
“Heh... don’t worry... I... won’t drop you...”
He’s smirking but the strain in his voice betrays his cool words. He’s not burdened by your weight, but you know that in this moment he has never felt such bliss either. He works your body, pounding you relentlessly, bouncing you up and down on him.
You feel that heat rise again in you, but before it reaches its peak, he slows his pace. His strokes turn from hard and fast to slow and earth-shattering. Your back slams against the wall with each one, reverberating through the mansion, and each time you scream for him.
“Nng... yes... cry louder for me...”
Your wails increase in intensity as he growls his command, not because he wishes it, but because you can’t help but grow louder and louder with each of his excruciatingly blissful thrusts. You reach the edge once again, but this time he speeds up, his fingertips digging into your rear. In a blinding flash of ecstasy, you’re both completely spent, and you feel his own proof of that shooting up inside you. Through labored ragged breaths, you finally meet each others’ gaze. He gently lets you down and kisses your forehead, then your nose, then your lips, sliding out of you.
“I... I’m so glad I can finally touch you like this...” he whispers.
“Yes... so am I. Will you...” you pause. Is this something you’re supposed to say at a time like this?
“Will I what?” there’s a touch of concern in his voice.
“Will you... continue touching me like this? In the future? I don’t believe I can handle more now, but...”
And then Van Helsing does something you’re unsure you’ve ever seen him do. He laughs. A full, whole-body laugh.
“Haha, yes! Yes, beloved. I will touch you like this whenever you desire it. Should I be asleep, eating, on an important work errand... whenever you wish to be touched, all you need to do is ask. And I will touch you for as long as you wish. It would be my greatest joy to do that for you.”
His hand comes back to your cheek, your foreheads pressed against each other, and you see the warmest smile he’s ever had spread across his face. You can’t help but blush.
“Thank you, Van Helsing. I love you. Let’s keep touching each other... for the rest of our lives.”
