"Promise," hannibal Lecter continued to Miss Du Maurier, "It wasn't your fault. Don't blame yourself." he finished, after having the time before Bedelia Du Maurier's retirement brought up.
"I Don't." Du Maurier said bluntly, ending the moment that neither of them had actually realised that they'd been sharing together abruptly.
"Good." Hannibal finished (the conversation), chewing the next bite of the fancy steak that he had fixed for them slowly and then sipping the wine he had brought in the same manner. Slowly. They smiled. Sure their relationship was surely proffessional (at least on one end) but they could still smile at each other. Innocently smile. Making the smile as innocently as possible when their intentions by the smile were not quite as innocent.
Miss Bedelia took a slow, drawn out bite too, and they took turns like that (one slow bite after the last, taking turns) until broke the silence, "I hope you enjoyed your meal."
"I did. No need to be so polite ."
"No need to be so polite Miss Du Maurier." he (slightly but delicately) mocked.
"I'm at work."
"I repeat," he smiled, "No need." Bedelia bit her bottom lip though not not quite hard enough to draw blood. Hannibal lecter smiled, only showing the very edges of his teeth. He set down his fork and spoon and got up. He walked around the table until he was directly behind his psychiatrist/friend. She flinched (though only slightly), though it made Hannibal hesitate.
"Don't worry." he said, showing once more that strange smile that only showed the very edges of pearly whites.
"I cannot help but to , for i've seen what you can do. How dangerous you are." She also knew that in this position he could find more than 3 or 4 ways to kill her if he so much as wished for it to be done. One of those reasons was cracking her neck and one more that wasn't quite so likely (or easy) was persuasion and self guilt. He gave her an expression (seemingly forced onto the borderline of pity) to at least try to trust him. She tried to obey. He moved his hands slowly but skillfully to pull her hair from the her neck and over her shoulders making her slender back visible to the male psychiatrist. She stiffened, tensed, only slightly but enough for Hannibal Lecter to notice. He pulled his big (though far from clumsy) hands away. Miss Bedelia exhaled,
"Go ahead" was what the small sigh said and he put his hands back to their former positions, resting on MIss Du Maurier's elegant back. From there (on her back) he could feel her oh-so-slight breaths. In, out, in, out, in, and then back out again.
His hands trailed down her back, though not too far to avoid collision with the excellently made cherry chair. Goose-bumps covered the places where he touched.
He brought his hands back up and inched the thin straps of her white puffy tank top off of her slender shoulders. Her breathing hitched and she tried to not appear startled. The feels of his warm hands on her skin made her realise just how cold she really was. the difference between their body temperatures were startling.
He smiled from his place behind her fancy ,sliding his hand softly over her shoulders and down over the thin straps of her shirt to her elbows. He lay his hands to rest on the soft side of her forearms and leaned in,taking in her scent from behind her fancy french perfume. He liked it, it had the resemblance to a cherry tart. Sweet but packs a punch.
He once again adjusted his hand, higher up this time but smartly moved to stay away from the vulnerable scar down the length of her neck. She noticed his unwavering eyes in the area and bowed her head (only slightly), self conscious over that area. He lifted her head back to its old position was just one large hand, showing her neck fully. she stiffened but didn't fix it back. put one of his hands on the weak spot and raced a single finger over it. She tried to smile but couldn't force one out. She shuddered instead, though this time her patient didn't pull his hand back. She put her hand to her neck to bat him away but ended up just letting it rest on top of his.
Hannibal knew that they both wanted this and now Mis Bedelia du Maurier knew the same.
"I'm glad that you're enjoying yourself now." Hannibal Lecter said, smiling, using his thumb to rub the top of Miss Du Maurier's hand (the one which was placed daintily over her neck).
"U~hn stop it." Hannibal found the surprisingly loud moan that she had made satisfying and absolutely adorable, so he rubbed her neck again the same area in hopes to produce the same result again. It seemingly worked and another moan was caused. Now he knew why (him rubbing the tender scarred spot of her neck). Wary of her consciousness to the spot though, Hannibal didn't do the same again (though he very much wanted too).
He released Miss Du Maurier and went to go bring their dishes to the sink, smiling to himself. Bedelia liked this soft side of Hannibal. The one that was showing now, the soft side that was really real. He washed the remnants of the food off of their plates and set them on the counter , slowly and politely. He walked over to her and said
"See you next week.". That thick accent of his stayed in her head ,and she clutched desperately to it until then.
