Chapter 2: FBI
Hannibal P.o.V
After a month or two of meeting Mrs. Archer at social events such as Dinners, Opera Shows, and Museum exhibits. We had grown fairly close, indulging in all the pleasures of life except one that we both wish to touch upon but where always interrupted. The tense-en between use has grown so powerful, just the slightest touch of her body sends ecstasy through out me.
**Present**
I am sitting listening carefully to my patient Franklin, as he goes on about his problems, but he doesn't have my full attention. The other half of my attention is on the women that I know is sitting in the sitting room waiting for Franklin to leave.
"Please-" I look at Franklin as he reaches his hand out to me, I grab the box of tissues and hand them out to him, " thank you, I hate being this neurotic."
"If you weren't neurotic Franklin you would be something much worse-" he cries and wipes his face only to throw the tissue on the side table, I have to resist the urge to smash his head on that table "-our brains are wired to experience anxiety in short bursts not the prolonged ones you seem to experience, that's why you feel as if a lion was on the verge of devouring you-" I lean forward, clasping my hands together, ready to move this along "-Franklin you have to convince yourself that the lion is not in the room, when it is I assure you, you will know."
I walk Franklin out to the private exit, tell him goodbye, adjust my suit and make my way to the front door. I open the door to see Madeline sitting in one of the chairs in the waiting room.
She looks at me and smiles, she stands up and I get a look at her outfit as she adjusts herself. Her hair pulled up into a messy but elegant bun, she smooths out her tan colored skirt, her white collared shirt left without a wrinkle, her brown heels making her legs run on for miles. As always she has a look of perfection.
"Hello Hannibal."
She smiles at me and makes her way into my office, I close the door as I watch her make her way towards my desk setting her purse on the desk, turning around and sitting her self on top. "Hello Madeline-" I make my way to her, till I am standing right in front of her placing my hands on her hips and gripping them tightly "-its a pleasure to see you." She smiles at me but not just any smile a smile that lets me know she is up to something, she places her hands on my shoulders and runs them down my chest, and leans into me. "Well I just couldn't stay away."
She leans up to me and kiss me on the lips I feel her pulling away when I grab the back of her head forcing her to stay in place and ravish her lips. They are soft and supple, I taste her cherry lip bomb and cant help but to bite down on her bottom lip, she moan slightly opening her mouth, I take the opportunity to slip my tongue in. She is warm and wet, the taste of mint makes it harder for me to pull away for breath but I know I must. As soon as I am break the kiss, she breaks from my grasp and walks backwards toward the sofa agents the wall, I slowly follow after her.
"Now now Hannibal if you do that again I wont be able to stop myself .."
I grab a hold of her before she fully gets to the sofa, I run my hands up to her chest, my hands twitching with anticipation, I grab hold of the first button of her shirt and undo it.
"Believe me Madeline I don't want you to." As I said this I get the last of her buttons undo and pull the shirt open, her bra is brown and a tan color with a very beautiful design, I didn't expect anything less, her breast sit snugly in the bra, they look soft and smooth.
I place my hands on either side of her smooth stomach and run my hands up so that they are right under the lining of the bra. I run my thumb over the bottom part of her bar, I feel the heat of her skin through it.
I look up to her face to see her cheeks tented red and her biting on her bottom lip.
"You are very bad for me Hannibal, the slightest touch and you have me swaying." She leans up to my face and runs her lips across mine.
"Yes, we are very bad for each other-" I place one of my hands on the back of her neck "- but most of the most blissful of things are."
I smash my lips to hers, the kiss is hard and full of passion, after a moment I focus my sense only to feel her hand cupping my dick through my pants slowly rubbing it, my grip on her tightens trying to control my self but all control I have breaks when she uses her other hand to undo my pants and slips her hand into my pants grasping my tip with her fingers.
I break the kiss with a growl, push her hands away and grab the bottom of her skirt, pulling it up to her hips. Her underwear matches her bra, I grab a hold of her thighs and push her down on to the sofa. I run my hands up to her underwear, ghosting my hands over the hem. I look up at her to see her looking on in anticipation. I make my way up to her face, making her lean back on her elbows, I lean my head to hers closing my eyes, taking in the feel of her. I open my eyes and look straight into her pale green eyes, I take my hand and cup her pussy through her underwear and start to massage her. Her eyes darken slightly and look as if she is fighting to keep them open, I kiss her slightly and make my way to the tops of her breast running my tongue across her left breast. I feel her hand go to my hair and grab a hold of it, I feel her other hand move back into my pants, massaging my dick with the same rhythm I do with her, I speed up my motion and she does the same, as I am about to rip the underwear from her body, it all comes crashing down.
*knock knock*
"Uhhhh most we always be interrupted."
I look up to her to see a look of defeat with slight anger, I chuckle and grab a hold of her and lift her off the coach, I pull down her skirt and smooth it out. I back away as she adjusts her top and buttons it up, as I adjust my dick in my pants and fix my them to try and conceal my erection. I look up at her and she has her gaze set on my pants, she laughs slightly and walks up to me. She pulls my suit vest down and buttons up my jacket.
"I suggest you keep it like this, your jackets long enough to hide it, your pants weren't enough."
I smile at her, grab the back of her neck and kiss her forehead, I linger for a second and then release her to go and answer the door. Once I have my hand on the doorknob, I look back at her to see her leaning agents my desk with a smile.
I open the door to a black man with a smile on his face. "Dr. Lecture I presume."
"Yes, can I help you."
"I'm Special Agent Jack Crawford with the FBI may I come in." I look at him for a moment and step aside to let him in. As he comes in he slightly falters in his step when he sees Madeline. "Agent Crawford this is-"
"Dr. Madeline Archer, yes I have heard quite a bit about you, your work with Martha Queens was quite incredible, just the fact that after you worked with her she was able to leave her home after 40 years was quite amazing."
She smiles and shakes his hand "Nice to meet you Agent Crawford, will I assume you must speak with Dr. Lecture so I will take my leave."
She reaches over to grab her back when Jack speaks. "No please stay I would be very honored if you would also listen to what I have to say."
She smiles and nods at him.
He smiles and sits in one of my chairs "I was told that you could help me with a psychological evaluation, I would also like your help Dr. Archer if you would."
Me and Madeline glance at each other.
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We are currently in Jacks office, I stand with Jack at a bulletin board , while Madeline is sitting in a chair next to Will Gram, he explains how pictures and information on the case where leaked to a website called Tattle .
"Tasteless"
I look back at Will " do you have trouble with taste" I walk around so that I am sitting on the other side of Madeline, Will looks at me slightly "My thoughts are often not tasty"
"Nor are mine, no affected barriers." As I grab my mug of coffee I see Madeline glance at me from the side of her eye.
"I build forts"
"Associations come quickly"
Will looks at me, only for a moment before looking away "So do forts."
"Not found of eye contact are you." Madeline looks at me and leans back in her chair with a smile, as if she was clearing away for our conversation.
"Eyes are distracting, see to much , don't see enough and and hard to focus when your thinking are those whites really white or he must have hepatitis or is that a busted vain, so yeah I try and avoid eyes whenever possible."
I smile slightly at his comment " I imagine what you see and learn touches everything else in your mind, your values and decency are present yet shocked at your associations, appalled at your dreams, no forts in the bone arena of your skull for things you love."
I see him start to understand what is going on, his face shows that he is shocked and angered by it. "Whose profile are you working on, whose profile is he working on?"
"I'm sorry Will, observing is what we do, I cant shut mine off anymore than you can shut yours off."
He leans forward "Please don't psychoanalyze me, you wont like me when I'm psychoanalyzed, now if you would excuse me I have to go give a lecture on psychoanalyzing." He grabs his things and leaves the room, after a moment Megan gets up from her seat and follows after him, I just watch her with my eyes wondering what she could be up to.
***Will P.o.V***
Who does he think he is psychoanalyzing me, as I make my way down the hall I hear the clicking of heals, I chose to ignore it.
"Will"
I look over my shoulder to see the woman from the room following me, I keep walking waiting for her to catch up, I don't notice that I am walking at a very fast pace.
"Mr. Graham, please slow down you cant make a woman run in heels you might make her fall and break something." I stop in my tracks and turn fully around, I look her up and down taking all of her in. From her hair pulled to one side of her face, lots of curls so that it bounces when she walks,her dress is white with brown stripes, an open denim jacket, dangling gold necklace and open toed wedges. She has an air of, for lack of a better word beauty/ innocence.
As she gets to me she smiles "You know Will I haven't seen any one something like you have just done."
"And what would that be Mrs..."
"Archer but just call me Madeline, and what I mean Mr. Graham is your ability to stun Hannibal, where he actually has to think on what he is going to say, when normally he has the other person stunned but not you. It was quite interesting."
"Hmm yeah, I don't mean to be rude Mrs. Archer but what is it that you do."
"I'm a psychiatrist but my cases are a bit different compared to Hannibal's."
I look down "And why are they different from Dr. Lectures cases."
I see her step closer to me and lean down so that I am forced to look into her eyes, I lock on to her pale green eyes and follow them as she stands up straight. "I have a way of making people comfortable with things they aren't normally comfortable with, instead of just trying to talk to someone and have then understand why they have troubles or fears, I try and make them experience it-" she smiles and backs away from me, she clasps her hands behind her back and begins to walk away "have a good class Mr. Graham."
I stand there for a moment watching her walk away, the sway of her dress as she walk is the most distracting, as soon as she is out of site, I focus myself and walk to my class wonder what just happened.