Slight lemons this chapter heh heh


Chapter 2

After a shared couple of minutes of confusion Will and Clarice dropped the issue and engaged in their dinner with casual conversations. While Will's culinary skills had been lacking, he had managed to prepare a relatively edible meal, resulting in copious amounts of teasing from Clarice which Will took all in good sport. After dinner they retired to the living room couch, watching whatever crap was on TV that night. As the evening went on Will realised Clarice had had one glass too many of wine. Will himself, a recovering alcoholic, hadn't had any more than a glass or two of wine with dinner in more than three years. When he noticed Clarice's slurred words during conversation he couldn't help but chuckle.

"What?! What's so funny ex-Special Investigator Will Graham?!" Clarice almost yelled defensively as she pulled herself from Will's arms and turned to him so they were face-to-face.

He chucked again and raised his eyebrows. "Full title, Clarice? Have I really offended you that much Special Agent Starling?" he jabbed at her sides resulting in a shrieking giggle from her. The sound was like music to Will's ears and before he knew it he had tackled her onto her back and he now hovered over her, tickling her still. She laughed uncontrollably and begged him to stop and eventually he did but she didn't stop laughing.

He looked down at her lovingly and brushed the hair across her face behind her ear and rested his hand on her flushed cheek. She smiled up at him, her eyes darting from his lips to his eyes, anticipating his next move. He brought his face down to hers and kissed her softly. She responded by bringing her hands up and placing them round his neck. Following her reaction Will deepened the kiss, his tongue running along her bottom lip resulting in a small moan escaping Clarice. She ran her hands through his hair, occasionally tugging lightly as he moved his lips along her jaw and down her neck.

Pushing his weight down, Clarice moaned as she felt his erection rub against her through his jeans. She arched her back in retaliation, her arousal building. With his right hand Will moved his hand down her body, stopping at her breast and squeezing firmly, Clarice let out another moan. His hand continued to move down until he got to her jeans button. Fumbling a bit at first he managed to unbutton it and pull the zipper down. His lips ran back up her neck and met hers again as he hand slipped down the opening of her jeans and her panties. Clarice groaned against his lips, welcoming the contact. His fingers rubbed slowly against her clit as she tugged on his hair sending sensations through his body. Her breaths quickened as his fingers did also.

"Oh god, Will," Clarice breathlessly moaned as his lips once again moved to her neck.

Her climax was building and he could tell as she grabbed him more aggressively and her breathing hitched continuously. Will carefully repositioned his finger so that his thumb now massaged her clit and with two fingers he delved inside her. With that motion, Clarice breathlessly let go, her orgasm pooling around his fingers as she moaned his name. She shuddered against him and moved her head to sought out his lips. She kissed him four times before pulling away and looked up at him.

"Perhaps we should move this to the bedroom?" she suggested, kissing him lightly once again.

He pressed his forehead against hers. "Ladies first."

He reluctantly pulled off of her and sat upright before standing up. He held his hands out to her and pulled her up, wrapping his arms around her he kissed her passionately once more. And then the phone rang.

Pulling away from each other, the two looked at the living room clock. 10:45.

Clarice looked at him quizzically. "Who could be calling at this time?"

Will shook his head. "I have no idea," he began to make his way to the phone when Clarice stopped him by placing a hand on his arm.

"I'll get it," she looked up at him and moved towards him. "It's probably Delia with some boy issue. I'll meet you upstairs."

He leaned in and kissed her forehead. "Okay, but make it quick, I'm nowhere near finished with you yet," he growled slightly.

She giggled at that and made her way to the kitchen where the nearest phone was located. Will followed behind her with her empty bottle of wine and their two used glasses in hand. Clarice reached for the phone and pulled it off the receiver.

"Hello?" she answered in a tone that she attempted to make sound pleasant where in reality she was more than irritated at the timing of the phone call.

"Well, Clarice, did you like the flowers?" a mysterious voice on the other end of the line replied.

Clarice felt her heart drop into her stomach. She did not recognise the voice, she'd never heard it before, but the menacing tone behind it sent fear coursing through her. Will looked at her as he placed the glasses in the sink and mouthed 'Who is it?' to which she could only shake her head and shrug.

"Who is this?" she asked in a voice that sounded far too shaky for her liking, she gripped the phone tight.

"Let's just say I'm an old friend of Special Investigator Graham. Will you be a dear and let him know I'll be popping in to see him shortly? I would hate to drop in unannounced," the voice, while sounding polite was filled with mischievous and threatening undertones. Clarice reached for the cabinet above the telephone that held the call tracking device the couple used. Sensing her movement through the phone the voice spoke again. "Don't bother with the trace, Clarice, I won't be on for much longer. Will said to make it quick did he not? Don't want to keep him waiting in the bedroom now do we, Clarice? Ta ta." The line went dead.

The colour in Clarice's face washed away and she wasn't aware she'd let go of the phone until it crashed onto the floor and Will rushed over to her grabbed her wrists. "Clarice who was on the phone?" she didn't answer. She just stared ahead. "Clarice, sweetheart, who was it?" he moved a hand to her face and met her eyes. "Clarice..."

"It was him," Clarice's voice was quiet, almost a whisper. "He sent me the flowers. He knew what we were talking about before I picked up the phone." her eyes widened as she looked at him. "He was in the house."

Will let go of her wrists and rushed for the kitchen wall. At the bottom of the wall there was a false outlet plug, tugging it from the wall revealed a small hole that concealed his emergency colt. 45. Pulling it from the wall he checked it was loaded before proceeding to look around the house. Clarice wasn't far behind him with her firearm.

"You check downstairs, I'll check upstairs," Clarice firmly said as she turned to make her way to the staircase before grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"No way, I'm not letting you out of my sight, not if," Will swallowed hard before saying his name, "not if Lecter's in this house."

She furrowed her brows at him. "I single handedly put down Jame Gumb in the pitch black without as much a scratch, I can handle myself, Will." She tried to move away but he held his grip on her.

"You've never encountered anything like this, Clarice. He will drive his knife into your neck before you can even blink now please, stay with me," Will pleaded locking his eyes with hers.

Clarice sighed. "If he's in this house Will we can't let him get away, what if he comes back when we don't know? Going together wastes time, arguing like this wastes time, I won't let anything happen to me, I promise," Clarice pleaded right back.

Will sighed and thought for a moment before putting his hand behind Clarice's head and kissing her forehead, hard. He whispered "go," and with that she embarked up the relatively small staircase.

When she reached the top of the landing she felt fear. But if he was here she would not let him no that's what she felt. This was the man who had harmed the man she loved. The reason the man she loved had gone through so much hardship and darkness in his life. She would replace her fear with anger as she hunted him. Because no one had been upstairs for hours there was no lights on, the downstairs lights providing small illumination as her hand slid along the wall feeling for the switch. She found it quickly and flipped it, the small hallway filling with light. She checked the bathroom first, the corner, the bath, behind the shower curtain. After she was satisfied she moved onto the guest bedroom. First checking the corner behind the door then the opposite corner. She made sure her coast was clear before getting down on her knees and checking underneath the bed. There was no shadow, no bump, nothing. Satisfied once more she checked the final room upstairs, the couple's shared bedroom. Flipping the light switch on Clarice was relieved to find that that room was also clear.

"Upstairs clear," she yelled down to Will as she backed out of the room, quickly scanning the rooms again before descending down the stairs.

She found Will searching the living room for what she presumed was the second time. He didn't even glance at her when she appeared in the door way and instead continued looking. "He's gone," Will sighed in defeat. "He's not here," he paused and looked up at her. "Are you sure that was him on the phone?"

Clarice nodded assuredly. "Positive," she stepped into the room. "He said he was an old friend of yours, and that he'd be 'popping in' to see you soon."

Will rushed over to her and pulled her into his arms. "I'm so sorry I had to pull you into this shit storm. I thought it was a part of my life that was behind me but it's not," he rested his chin on top of her head.

She moved her head from under him to look at his face. "Hey, don't talk like that," she put her hands on both sides of his face. "None of this is your fault. It's all him. I love you, and nothing will ever change that. And I will never, ever blame you for his psychopathic tendencies." She leaned up and kissed him reassuringly.

He smiled slightly then. "You should go stay at the apartment tonight," he said whilst rubbing her arms.

She shook her head almost violently. "Oh no, no way, nuh-uh, I am not leaving you," she protested.

"He wants me, he wants to harm me. If he has to take you down to get to me he will, you're not safe here with me, at least not tonight," he pleaded with his eyes. For once in their entire relationship, Clarice saw fear in her boyfriend's eyes. Not fear for himself, but fear for her. She sighed. Will had taken on Dr. Lecter once before and won, no doubt he could do it again if he had to. She had faith in him.

Shaking her head in a much more gentle fashion she pressed her forehead to his. "I'll go back a bag," she sighed and turned from him to make her way up the stairs.

When she returned to their shared bedroom she placed the still in tact gun on her bed. She sat down next to it and ran bent over so her head was between her legs, running her hands through her hair in frustration. She knew what she'd signed up for when she got involved with Will Graham. She knew the stories about him, he was disturbed, an alcoholic and was plagued with issues. But she could see that behind all that was a man desperately trying to get his life back together, trying to find his place in the world. She fell for him hard. She had hoped that the nightmares of his past would stay locked up. Literally. But now they were free and running around and Will was in danger again. She silently swore to herself that she would find the danger before it found him and put a stop to it.


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