Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; they belong to Mr. Thomas Harris.
WARNING! Content may be a little graphic. : )
The bed was soft and welcoming, the mood in the air static. It was already the second time this morning but the urge had returned, and even more powerfully. His hands moved about her frame lightly and with passion. She moaned softly to his touch signaling him to change his position. He worked his hands more gently this time asking her if this was better. She nodded her head in sweet relief and welcomed the smooth lotion they used every time they did this.
"It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again" She silently recalled Catharine Martin's repeated quoting of her kidnapper. Suddenly Clarice's hands gripped his side. "Please stop for a second." They fell into silence as he retreated from her body. "Again Clarice?" he stared into her eyes, they were filled with fear, his own with passion. "I'm sorry Hannibal I just" she paused seeing the look of disappointment on his face. "I'm ok now." He leaned in close and kissed her passionately, his hands back around her body. "Ow!" she gasped, flinching away from his touch. "See Clarice I knew we shouldn't have stopped, it just makes it hurt more when I start again." He was reluctant to take his hands from her warm skin.
"I know. Damn it I hate sun burn!" she steamed between gritted teeth. "Ow, ow, ow OW!" He unsympathetically rubbed more lotion onto her reddened, freckled skin. "I know Clarice, but I hate to say…I told you so, but you didn't want to put sun lotion on" He mocked as he squirted yet another glop of lotion onto his hand. "This will help your skin heal." He smiled; inappropriate thoughts seemed to seep from his eyes. "So we can get back to some more…Interesting things."
FIN.
A/N: ok I don't know if it should be cute, funny or dirty, so anyway.