AN: Thank you for reading guys! Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Days had passed since that night and Clarice was just as bewildered. She had not heard from Doctor Lecter since, which confused her. He wanted her, she wanted him. But something was holding him back. Was it the trust? Could he trust his beloved Starling?

The day was warm, surprisingly. It was the end of September and the leaves were just beginning to fall from the trees. Clarice walked through the hustle and bustle of central Washington to her favourite coffee shop. She ordered the usual, cappuccino, before sitting down at a table in the corner. The shop was unusually busy.

Must be the warm weather.

There was soft music playing in the background. She hummed along to the tune, trying to remember what the song was.

"If I could turn back time, I'll go wherever you will go."

Ah, that's it. The Calling.

She took a small sip from the cup, taking no notice of the people around her, instead letting the music wash over her. Another song soon came on, which made her smile.

Now this is different. I haven't heard this for a long time.

"So just pull on your hair, just pull on your pout, cut the conversation, just open your mouth." She murmured along with the song.

She took another sip of her drink, sighing to herself as her mind drifted to Doctor Lecter. She knew she had fucked up so many times, but this was the worst. She was going to sleep with Doctor Lecter. What's more, she wanted to. She hated herself for wanting him, but she couldn't help it. The man she was supposed to despise was in her thoughts every second.

She shook her head gently, trying to rid herself from the thought of Hannibal Lecter as she finished her drink. She picked up her bag, heading to the door of the coffee shop. She pulled her coat around her, the wind turning sharp and cold from the warm breeze minutes before.

You should get out more, Starling.

She knew deep down she was right. She did need to get out more. She found running was a good way to calm her restless mind.

When she got home, she decided to go for a run. Donning a pair of track pants and a jumper, she headed out into the cold again. Turning on her Walkman and putting her earphones in, she set off towards the park. She blocked everything and everyone out as she ran, taking no notice of anything going on around her. Even the figure in the trees following her.

She ran through the park, down a discreet pathway through the deep forest on the edge of the park. She stopped a few minutes later on a small neglected bench. Her breathing was heavy as she bent over slightly, trying to catch her breath.

You're slacking, Starling.

She shook her head gently, laughing at herself. She hated to admit it, but she was right again. Ever since leaving the bureau, she had done little to no exercise and it was taking its toll.

Suddenly, a pair of well-polished shoes appeared in front of her. She slowly looked up, greeted by the cold eyes of Hannibal Lecter.

"Hello Clarice." He took a seat next to her.

She didn't speak, instead she stood up, standing in front of him, sweat covering her face. She wiped her forehead with the sleeve of her jumper, staring at him.

"I'm sorry about my quick exit the last time we were together."

"No you're not." She frowned.

"You were drunk, Clarice. I would have been taking advantage."

She laughed at him, stretching her arms a little before jogging on the spot.

"I'm a big girl, Doctor Lecter. Drunk or not, I can take care of myself."

"I wouldn't be so sure, Clarice."

"You shouldn't even be here!" She growled at him, pacing up and down. "What are you doing here? Have you come to gloat? If so, get it over with."

"I wouldn't do that to you Clarice."

"I wouldn't be so sure." She mimicked.

"Don't be rude, Clarice."

She scowled, chewing on her lower lip. He stood, standing in front of her, their body's mere inches apart.

"You're only hurting yourself, Clarice. You're drinking way too much. You're not eating. You've lost weight and you've lost that fighting spirit you had in you all those years ago."

"Don't you judge me. Don't you dare fucking judge me." She hissed at him, heading down the path towards her home.

"I'm not judging you Clarice. But you are going to make yourself ill."

She didn't reply. She just kept walking and walking fast. He kept up with her, the silence cutting through the air between them.

"Are you going to follow me all the way home?" She rolled her eyes as they emerged from the trees.

"I wouldn't say 'follow'. I'd like to walk you home, Clarice."

"Ever the gentleman." She replied sarcastically.

He smirked at her comment as they crossed the road, heading towards her house. He pulled his hat down a little, covering his face as they walked.

"What you're doing is pretty fucking stupid." She said, shaking her head.

"I owe you an explanation."

"Yes, you do."

They continued down the road to her house. She jogged up the few steps of the porch to the door, unlocking it, allowing him inside before closing it behind her. She headed into the living room before lighting the fire. He followed her, standing in the middle of the room behind her.

After lighting the fire, she stood up and stared at him long and hard. He took a few steps towards her so their bodies were barely touching. Her breathing quickened as she stared up into his eyes. His hand moved slowly to her wrist as he caressed it gently. Her body felt electrified at his touch.

Get a hold of yourself, Starling.

Without thinking, she pressed her lips to his, taking him by surprise. Within seconds, her hands were in his hair and he was returning the kiss with fierce passion. His hands cupped her face, pulling her deeper into the kiss. She moaned as his tongue entered her mouth. She then pressed her body against his, seeking his touch. He trailed his hands down her body slowly, causing her to groan in frustration.

"All in good time, my dear." He whispered in her ear before gently nibbling on it.

His hands slid under her sweater, causing her to shiver from the sudden coldness on her stomach.

"Should we go upstairs?" He murmured, kissing her neck.

"Mm. No. Here. Now." She breathed, bringing her lips crashing to his.

He removed her sweater swiftly, trailing kisses from her mouth, down her neck, to her breasts. He then removed her bra, tossing it aside, before taking her breast in his mouth. Sucking on it gently, he was rewarded with a breathy moan from his little Starling. He gently closed his teeth around her nipple, making her gasp with pleasure.

Her hands moved through his hair as she pushed her chest forward, wanting more. He understood her actions, beginning to remove her trainers, slowly, torturing her. He then removed her track pants, kissing down from her stomach to the inside of her thighs.

"You're still fully dressed." She breathed.

He smiled briefly, standing up, beginning to remove his jacket. He tossed it aside, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. She stood there, watching in awe. On removing his shirt, she got onto her knees in front of him. He frowned, looking down at her.

She began to undo his shoes, sliding them off his feet, putting them beside the pile of clothes that had accumulated on the floor. She then began to undo his trousers, sliding them down his legs to reveal his impressive bulge that was hidden away in his boxers.

She smiled, biting her lip as she stood, pushing him gently towards the sofa. He sat down, refusing to take his eyes off her. She parted his legs slightly, kneeling in between them. Moving her hands along his thighs, she released his member from the hold of his underwear, taking him quickly into her mouth, making him groan.

His hands found their way into her hair as she gently sucked his length. He flexed his hips, needing more, wanting more.

"Clarice…" He hissed, her lips wrapping tightly around his member.

He gently pulled on her hair as she picked up the pace, her hands running up and down his thighs slowly. She swirled her tongue over the tip of his length before taking him in her mouth again, sucking harder and faster.

"Clarice. Stop now." He said between breaths. "I don't want to. Not in your beautiful mouth."

She sucked for a few more moments, before standing up, smiling sweetly.

"What are you doing to me, Clarice?" He murmured as she removed her panties slowly, biting on her lower lip.

She tossed them aside, taking a step closer to him. She then straddled him, his member stroking her sweet spot. They both let out a breathy moan as she kissed his neck. His hands moved to her hips, rubbing them gently, slowly bringing her down onto his member. He closed his eyes briefly, feeling how tight she was around him.

Oh Clarice. Why didn't you tell me?

She sank down onto him quickly, taking him by surprise. She moaned, staring him in the eyes. She bit her lip gently.

"Fuck me, Hannibal." She hissed, kissing him hard.

With pleasure, my dear.

He thrust his hips up as she cried out, feeling him deep inside her. She ignored the slight pain she felt, instead, she moved her hips with his, nibbling gently on his neck. She gripped the back of the couch, sinking down on him harder, picking up the pace.

Within minutes, he felt himself reaching his end. He pulled on her hair gently, making her moan.

"Clarice, if you don't get off now, I'm going to come inside you." He breathed.

She ignored him, continuing to move her hips faster. With that, he exploded around her, hissing under his breath as he did. Seconds later, she followed, screaming his name as she came around him.

She collapsed onto him, breathing heavily, wrapping her arms around his neck. After a few minutes of silence, he stood, carrying her in his arms as he headed upstairs. He found her room, opening the door and gently laying her on the bed.

She smiled weakly at him, moving on the bed a little, allowing room for him to lie down. He smiled, lying down beside her, pulling the covers over them both. She crawled to him, resting her head on his chest, listening to his gentle heartbeat.

"You are so beautiful, Clarice." He murmured.

She smiled, kissing his chest, gazing up at him before biting down on her lower lip, a small smirk appearing on her face.

"Is something amusing you, my dear?" He said, cocking his head to the side a little.

"We just made love." She whispered, kissing him softly on the lips.

"Yes we did. And it was perfect."

AN: Hope you enjoyed guys. Not sure whether to continue this fic or not as I quite liked their exchange at the end and it leaves a lot to the imagination as to where their lives could go.