Here it goes, wish me luck :P
As Clarice stepped out onto the street she thought of all the events in her life that led her to this moment. The moment where she was spending a whole week trying to find something to impress a serial killer. She realised that she didn't work for the FBI so her obligation to chase him was gone and that it must be love that kept her in the chase.
She made her way across the street to the cafe, she felt overdressed for such a place but for once she didn't care because she felt amazing. She seen Hannibal once again with his back to her, she wondered if it was to put her at ease so she couldn't see the scrutinizing of his gaze. All the other patrons of the cafe we gobsmacked by this radiant beauty who had appeared from nowhere.
'Hmmm Clarice, I assume it's you who has every man in the cafe looking close to a heart attack, You must surely have...' and with one look round he lost his train of thought. Here stood his Starling so different from the naive girl in the dungeon, here was a woman with a full figure and a look so beautiful he couldn't remember if he had ever seen a sight he wanted to capture better.
'Hello Hannibal' Clarice purred his name, gone was the nervousness she normally felt, gone was the insecurity and the feeling she was worth less than him. Now she felt that she had the upper hand, she had the control and she was going to flaunt it.
He took her hand in his and raised it to his lips, his eyes were sparkling with a look of pure devotion and lust. He finally had the Clarice he had seen inside, the one who was his match and he couldn't wait to begin the evenings activities.
She went one better and moved in to kiss his cheek, her lips caressed this skin and the feeling they left behind was like a fire had started on his skin. His eyes flashed Clarice a warning not to try his patience and she just looked back with innocence. A seductive Starling was going to be even harder to resist and he took a lot of self control normally.
Having decided that he would need to up his game, he had arranged for two seats in the Eiffel Tower restaurant. Having walked the short distance there Hannibal had gained back his composure and was pleased to see for a second or two that he had managed to stun Clarice, 'I think that is one all my love.' He chuckled to himself.
After she managed to shut her mouth for the beautiful lights before her, she turned to Hannibal in time to see his smirk. 'Thinks he has got one over on me but ill show him whose in control' She puzzled over ways to win again, she couldn't hitch her dress up as that was very unladylike and she was on the border as it was. Then it came to her and she knew what to do, she took the deepest breath she could to push her cleavage out and then she let out a sigh. She did it so it looked like she was genuinely speechless by the view but when she looked round to see Hannibal watching her chest she couldn't help but smile.
Hannibal looked at her face and knew he was being play with and he didn't like the feeling much, he was the predator and she was the prey, that is the way it always was. Her victory was short lived as the sudden activity had left her feeling breathless a bit. She managed to cover up her predicament with a few more gasps of breath but Hannibals' patience was wearing thin and he grabbed her by the wrist.
'I think it's time we gave up on these games my dear and enjoyed out evening together' His voice low and warning in a tone that Clarice wouldn't mess with. 'I believe you are right Hannibal, I am famished and I thought that you was taking me somewhere for food, not somewhere to stare at.' That was the final straw, she would pay dear for her insolence. 'Come my dear then, seeing as you are so hungry shall run up the stairs as its quicker than the queue for the lift' Hannibal's eyes sparkled with a dangerous gleam and he dragged her up the first few.
'Wait, Hannibal' Clarice was panting as he pulled her along as a fast pace. 'Come my dear, we are nearly there, over half way' She could feel herself getting weaker and weaker, the world was starting to spin. Finally they reached the level with the restaurant and were shown to their table. Hannibal was quite pleased with his handy work, seems that the run had done the job and whipped Clarice back into submission.
'Why my dear, it really has been awhile since you went running, you should have been about to run to the top and back without breaking a sweat before' He looked over at Clarice and smiled that wicked smile. She was panting and sweating and her hair had come loose, but then the panting was making her chest heave and the loose hair was making her look even more delectable and he cursed himself. Even in her punishment she was looking so seductive without trying.
'Han.. Hann..' and then suddenly there was a blackness that was on the edge of her vision and a high pitch sound was all she could hear. She could see Hannibal frown and she could see his lips moving, but then the darkness over took her and she began to fall.
Another short bit :P Thought this made a nice cliff hanger lol.
