All the fun of the fair.
Hello. This is my first submission and attempt at writing anything-so be gentle. I hope to upload more in the future and so I decided to see how people reacted to my story. Chapters to come. Please feel free to review.
No copyright is intended. These wonderful characters are not mine but the property of the wonderful Thomas Harris. The only thing that is mine is the story.
Enjoy
~R
The smell of deep fried food combined with the smell of the sweaty larger gentleman behind the stand were attacking his nose.A constant assault of which the smell of the dungeon would be preferred. He chuckled to himself. Of course the smell wouldn't bring him to his knees but it was pretty close to doing so.
He was brought from his thoughts when two feminine hands wrapped around his larger one. An index finger caressing the scar on the back of his hand. His love. His warrior. His Clarice. Each day she was more beautiful than the last. But tonight. Wow.
She was breathtaking. Her hair flowing gently from the slight breeze around the pier, illuminated by only bright fair ground lights.
"What d'ya think?" He was brought back again from his musing.
"Sorry?"
She rolled her eyes in mock annoyance, smirking as she spoke,
"I asked if you wanna go on the Ferris wheel".
He broke eye contact with her to look up at the huge wheel they now stood in front of and looked back at his love. His blank expression gave nothing away. She tugged gently at his hand.
"C'mon, H! Please?" His raised a single eye brow at her and she did the same, mocking his action. "Oh, don't tell me that the great Hannibal Lecter is afraid of heights!"
He chuckled and gave an exaggerated sigh and allowed her to pull him towards the wheel.
He held he close to his chest within the small compartment of the wheel. He looked down at the sea through the glass of the window. The water appeared quite black- just like another liquid. He was fascinated by the way the water reflected the lights of the attractions. He stored the image away inside his memory palace to attempt to recreate later.
Clarice looked up at him from his chest, her head following the movements of his upper body as he breathed. He turned his attention to her now, pressing a kiss onto her head, inhaling the scent of her shampoo accompanied with the smell of the sea. A hand came to caress his jaw, and pull his head closer. He closed his eyes awaiting the intoxicating feeling of her lips against his. But it never came.
He opened one eye to see Clarice with a mischievous smile plastered across her face. He opened his other eye and tilted his head in curiosity. I know that look. What is going on behind those beautiful eyes. What are you planning?