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HannibalXBedelia
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"You are my patient... and my colleague. Not my friend". Bedelia says firmly.
She can feels his eyes on her, but she doesn't fear. "And at the end of your hour, I will pour you a glass of wine…" she continues. "Nevertheless, you will be drinking it on the other side of the veil."
"Why do you bother?" he asks.
"I see enough of you to see the truth of you" she finally says. "And I like you. Red or white?".
"I think something pink, don't you?"
She gets up and goes to the bar to fill the glasses. It not take long until she realized that he raised and is now a few steps behind her.
Carefully he removes her hair, revealing a scar on her neck.
"You know ... do not need to hide it from me. "
She turned to face him, the glasses in hand, looking into his eyes (eyes that seemed to eat her alive). "I don't hide from you, but me."
She gave one of the glasses to him and took a sip of her own cup. She turned back from him and went to sit in her chair. He went there. knelt in front of her. One hand supporting the cup on the armrest, the other stroking her knee over the skirt, at first. "You know what I need."
"I don't trust you, Hannibal."
He rubbed his fingers under her skirt, touching the skin of her knee. His eyes followed his own movements and then he fixed his gaze on her. She was looking at him. All the time her eyes followed him… every step.
"Allow me." It was more an order than a permission.
She took off her clock. It was the indication he needed to know… the therapy session was over. It was the indication that he needed to know that she was no longer wearing the mask of a psychiatrist. And then he could release his hungry monster.
He took a drink of wine, left the glass on the table and then ran both hands through her legs, removing them and lifting her skirt. She turned her head back on the chair and kept her eyes shut tight as he mixed the wine tasting with her own taste.