A/N: I watched Hannibal tonight and noticed that Hannibal had feelings for Clarice. However, I always figured him as the gentleman type... This is a one-shot... :)
"You've had one too many," he said, carrying her up the stairs.
"You haven't had enough," she replied, hiccupping.
He smiled. "Maybe so, but, you're drunk," he said, laying her in the bed.
"You're sexy," she said, drunkenly smiling.
Hannibal smiled, leaning in for a kiss and kissing her forehead. "See how you feel when you're sober," he said, turning to walk away.
Clarice grabbed his arm and pouted softly. "Stay with me?" she asked, hiccupping once more.
He sighed, giving in. "Okay," he said, getting into bed..
He touched her hair, running his fingers through it. Her dress lay on the floor, his pants, shirt, and shoes scattered all over the room. She was his cure, he was her drug. She sighed, drool running out the side of her mouth, onto Hannibal's chest. He loved the way she felt in his arms. Her breathing was slow, her chest rising and falling slowly. He kissed her forehead, a small smile crossing his lips. And to think, this had all happened over a nice dinner and some wine. Clarice rolled over, muttering under her breath, sleep-talking. The psychiatrist rubbed her shoulder and moved her hair out of her face. She looked so beautiful, her skin was nice and soft. He realized this was all he wanted. As long as he had her, he didn't need anything else. He was content.
A/N: Sorry it was so short... If you want more Clarice/Hannibal stories... Just let me know.. :)