fingers through your hair
The first thing she realized when she woke was that she was no longer alone.
Rip had only meant to take a quick little cat nap. The blood was warm, microwaved to a nice temperature, and the music in her little music device was calming. It was all set up to give her ten minutes to sleep, and so, already halfway asleep, Rip laid her head down on the table and closed her eyes.
She woke up somewhere totally different. The earphones were gone from her ears, and she definitely wasn't sitting at the island bar anymore. Instead, she was lying on the couch, her head in someone's lap. Finger were running through her hair, earning an instinctive purr from the vampire. She almost couldn't stop it.
Rip turned her head, looking up at who dared to move a sleeping vampire. To her surprise, it was the Hellsing butler. To be fair, she shouldn't have really been surprised for only Walter would have been kind enough to move her and stroke her hair. For a moment, she considered getting up and leaving, trying to salvage her dignity.
But it felt nice, and very few people actually bothered to touch her with anything in mind other than pain (Alucard). So instead she just leaned against him, humming softly.
"Danke."
