I'm presuming if you clicked on this Fanfiction, then you are aware it is rated M, but just in case; I deliver you a smut warning.

Chapter Four.

Clarice, however much she pretended was not totally oblivious to the effect she had on him, he had after all come half way around the world to watch her run. As Clarice looked at the man before her, her mind went over everything he had done for her.

He had sacrificed more than any man had for her, she trusted him and the only other men she had trusted were now both dead. This one however was not; he was very much alive and real, he was all heat and touch, hard yet soft, a man and a monster.

The spicy aftershave he was wearing was overriding her senses; it was all she could do not to lean forward and bury herself in his warm skin to inhale it. Clarice nearly lost her courage then and there, until she saw the curiosity evident in Dr Lecter's eyes.

Clarice gathered all her courage and laid her hands gently upon his shoulders, she felt him twitch under her hands slightly and the muscle tense under her fingers. She simply sat there lightly stroking his shoulders reveling in the heat she could feel through his elegant silk shirt. She started adding more pressure to her strokes, massaging his shoulders. She wasn't doing this to relax him per say, it was more to relax herself and prepare for what she was about to do.

Unbeknownst to Clarice, Dr Lecter was gripping onto the last threads of his control. He was outwardly relaxed; but having Clarice in this proximity to him, sprawled in his lap was destroying the self control he so prided himself on having.

When her soft hands had tentatively started to massage his shoulders he had almost sighed in satisfaction, before he had caught himself not wanting to scare her.

Both watched the other carefully as Clarice leant forward to whisper in his ear; Dr Lecter was assailed with her scent as she leant closer to him, her fiery hair brushing his neck.

"I do believe sir that tonight, you requested my service."

His eyes flashed red as her lips brushed his neck.

"Clarice."

He said to her in warning, he knew she was playing with him, somehow trying to get back at him for her earlier discovery of who he would be imagining had a prostitute been sent to him, to disarm her he decided to play along for now. If she thought he truly believed she wanted to lay with him tonight, she would freeze up at some point terrified realising her error.

Clarice almost jumped out of her skin when his hands moved from the armrest to each bare, smooth, creamy thigh resting astride him. He had started moving his thumbs over her skin softly as she regained control, meaning she was trying to ignore the feel of his calloused thumbs grazing across her now goose pimpled skin. She leant down a fraction to place a kiss just behind his ear; she was alternating from kissing, sucking and biting his neck whilst making sure not to miss an inch of skin.

Dr Lecter closed his eyes for a moment as his breathing increased. When her teeth grazed his jugular vein his grip on her thighs tightened, before he lowered his head to her neck. He smirked when she froze; he inhaled deeply as he nuzzled her neck before he lifted her chin and planted a tender kiss just above her collarbone.

What had started as Clarice's game now became a battle of power and wills between the two.

A growl escaped his throat as Clarice parted his now unbuttoned shirt and ran her hands over his bare chest, purposely grazing his nipples and playing with the salt and pepper hair scattered there.

Dr Lecter's hands moved round as he grabbed her behind and pulled her closer, pressing himself intimately against her, he was rewarded with a soft moan from her.

She was nibbling his earlobe, drawing a groan from him as she undulated against the straining tent in his pants, she lost the feeling of control she had however when his large hands cupped her still dress clad breasts and squeezed gently. He pinched then stroked his thumb over the pebbled nipples visible through the thin material of her red dress, producing a small moue of appreciation from her. She pulled back slightly to meet his lust filled gaze and for the just second time in over a decade he brought his lips to hers and kissed her softly, it was an imitation of the kiss from two years ago whilst she was trapped in Paul Krendler's fridge. The most notable difference on Dr Lecter's part this time was that she responded to him, passionately. At her acceptance of the kiss and his encounter of her smooth warm tongue he moaned and deepened the kiss holding a fist full of her red hair.

"Clarice…"

He said softly as they broke away.

Clarice looked at him with heat in her eyes, she had somehow lost complete control of her game and it had become very real, but she wanted this she could feel it, it felt right, like she belonged here with him.

"Now would be the time to tell me to stop Clarice, there will be no going back after this no trying to gather up the lasts shreds of your morality, no denial. You will forever be mine Clarice."

She considered his words as she regarded him; he sucked in a gasp as she again undulated against him gently.

"Good, I hope so for your sake because; regardless of my comment earlier I am not one of your look-alike prostitutes."

Hannibal only smirked at her and winked before pulling her down toward him for another in a long line of passionate kisses.