Perhaps one of the things Clarice Starling loved the most about Buenos Aires was the music the place brought. Among local music, she found herself listening to anything similar, any lyricless melody that pleased her ears.
On this warm night there was a song from Astor Piazzola on her mind, more specifically "Milonga".
The opera had been delightful, the dinner even better, and the ending of the night was full of wonderful possibilities.
Of course Starling had some specific ideas on her mind, specially when her husband looked that handsome on his tuxedo.
After some time out of town, it was good to be home again. She had missed the city, the food, the nightlife and, of course, her bed. Not to mention the privacy of her bedroom. Traveling was good, but to have that special place on the house that smelt like the two of them was marvelous.
Starling smiled and walked closer to the man opening the door of the place she learned soon to call "home".
She saw him move his head a bit to the side, sensing her proximity.
"Just a minute, my dear." he said quietly, while working on the door.
Clarice smiled, observing him. "It's okay, I'm enjoying the view." Her smile grew wider. "You look really handsome."
He smiled. "Is it that time of the month again, dear?"
She chuckled. "What? I can't find my husband handsome anymore?"
"Of course you can."
"Good." the brunette said satisfied getting closer to him, kissing his cheek. "You look good every day, Hannibal."
"Thank you, my dear."
The doctor finally got the door to open, Clarice pulled him inside by the hand. In a quick move she had him against her body and their lips together for a long kiss. She suddenly broke the kiss. "I'm going to take a shower, will you join me?"
"Give me five minutes, my dear."
"I'll be counting." she answered before running upstairs while the doctor walked to the kitchen.
Starling walked into the bathroom after getting rid of her clothes and leaving them on the chair near the bathroom door. Soon her makeup was gone and her hair was down, she walked into the shower.
The brunette was washing away any remains of makeup when the lights went off.
"Damn." she muttered before getting the water away from her eyes and turning off the shower. "Hannibal? Hannibal, what happened?"
Silence.
"Hannibal?" she was starting to worry and was about to get out of the shower when she heard steps on the stairs.
"I'm coming." he called out.
She breathed out relieved.
He opened the bathroom door, a candle in hand, he placed it on the sink marble.
"What happened?"
"It seems that we have a blackout."
"No emergency lights?"
"Not that I could find."
"The whole town is out of light?"
"It seems so."
She let out a resigned sigh. "Well, at least the water is cold. Come, get rid of these clothes and come here." she said playfully.
"We're gonna need more candles."
"I'll help you find some, but, first, come here, let's shower."
He gave her a small smile. "Should I be worried about your intentions, dear?" he questioned while working on his shirt.
"Maybe, if you don't get here soon."
His smile got wider.
Starling smiled at the sight of him undressing, then walking towards her. He stopped close enough to kiss her before she pulled him in.