Elizabeth stared at the board of that day the ripper made a move against her. In one corner held the gruesome crime scene photos of David. In the other was a picture of the flowers inside of David's torso, her missing necklace and the information on his life in just a couple of pieces of paper. She sighed and rubbed her eyes a little bit.
"I thought I might find you in here," Hannibal said as he came into the office.
She gave him a small smile as he walked over to her and kissed the top of her head.
"You're troubled," Hannibal commented.
"I'm so tired, Hannibal. I just…he frightens me."
Hannibal's eyebrows rose in surprise as he sat down next to her on the desk. "I didn't think you could be frightened so easily."
"I'm not, but I know that if I keep on pursuing him, someone I care about will die. David is only the beginning of his plan. I wonder what exactly this guy wants from me," Elizabeth confessed. "I don't want you to die, Hannibal."
"I won't."
She turned towards him and looked at him with a sorrowful look then cupped his cheek. "But what happens if he does something to you."
"What would you do to him if he did?"
"Why do you want to know?"
After a moment of silence, he shrugged. "Because I want to see what would happen."
A cold look came onto her face as she responded, "I'll hunt him down and kill him, Hannibal."
Hannibal smirked and then kissed her lips passionately, pulling her close by the hips. It was almost eight right and yet the day seemed to go so slow with no new leads on Gideon's escape or the Ripper's as well. Se felt like someone was purposely yanking her string or something. She ended the kiss and Hannibal whispered, "As I would do the same for you."
"That's a little fucked up, don't you think," she muttered in amusement.
Hannibal chuckled and kissed her temple. "Perhaps…love works in mysterious ways in my opinion."
Her eyes widened and sighed, "Christ, you can't say those kinds of things to me, Hanni-"
He silenced her with a quick soft kiss and told her, "It was just an expression."
"Oh," she breathed.
She jumped when the door flew open and Jack came in. He pointed a finger at them, saying, "I regret giving my blessing on this."
They chuckled and Hannibal replied, "You cannot take a blessing back, Jack."
"Well, I guess we better get going. I'll look over Gideon's file again," She told Jack.
"And stay with either Will or Hannibal, got it, agent?"
She solute him and hoped off the desk. "Got it, boss. I'll be with Hannibal if anyone needs me."
He gave a nod to me and then Hannibal and I walked out of the building together.
"I feel it is my duty to be honest with you and tell you about my interesting conversation with Will just an hour ago," Hannibal sighed after a moment.
"What happened? What did he say?" she asked worriedly.
Hannibal opened the car door for her and she reluctantly stepped inside then went to the driver's side, joining her.
"Okay now spill, Lecter, what's wrong with my brother?"
As Hannibal drove them home, he said, "He doesn't know who he is and can't seem to tell which is real and which is a dream. His mind is an enigma just like yours sometimes, but much…much worse."
Elizabeth sunk in her seat and stared straight ahead with her lips parting. "I'm a horrible sister."
"No, you're not."
She nodded furiously. "Yes, I am. I should've seen this sooner and yet I didn't. Oh, God! How could I have missed this from him? I'm so concerned with The Ripper that I've somehow managed to completely ignore his cry for help."
Hannibal pulled into his driveway and turned to her. "It is not your fault. I am going to help him as much as I can, you know that, don't you?"
She nodded and sniffled. "I just feel like I'm sometimes losing my mind over all of this crap, Hannibal. I keep on having headaches too."
He stroked her hair and muttered, "Come inside and I'll get you something to drink and some medication to help the pain."
"Thank you," she whispered as he wiped her tears from her eyes which were shining brightly in the darkness. "Let's go inside."
They both got out of the car and walked inside, locking the door behind her. She felt this heat in the bottom of her belly as he stood behind her. His hands slid across her stomach as she leaned into his chest when he kissed her neck.
"What happened to dinner," she whispered.
Hannibal's hands unbuttoned her blouse and he replied, "I can't wait it seems."
Elizabeth chuckled softly and turned around in his arms, slipping the shirt off of her shoulders and to the ground. "Neither can I…maybe we are the same after all."
Hannibal unbuttoned his vest and shirt, taking them off of him until they fell on the floor. She slipped off her shoes and walked backwards as she started to take off the rest of her clothes, planning to go upstairs. She giggled when he came closer, catching her around the waist before lifting her up until she wrapped her legs around him. They walked upstairs to the master bedroom, falling onto the bed, naked as the day that they were born with a trail of clothes following them behind.
Hannibal kissed her passionately and she smiled against his lips when she felt his cock hard against her inner thigh. She moaned when he rubbed it against her wetness. He bent his head to kiss each of her hardened nipples, nipping at them to make her jump a little. She arched her back in pleasure as he kissed every inch of her body, marking it as his in Hannibal's mind.
He kissed up her body again before mumbling against her breasts, "Elizabeth."
"Hannibal…please."
She gasped in shock when his hand suddenly entered her, her walls hugging his finger. Hannibal had her wrists trapped in his hand while the other one played with her….and kept on torturing her.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want you," she moaned softly.
"Want what?" He asked not so innocently. "Say my name."
Her head thrashed slowly from side to side, biting her lips to keep her moans in as Hannibal kissed her neck and chest.
"Oh…Hannibal," she moaned loudly in climax as a wave of relief came washing over her causing her to completely forget everything.
Hannibal removed his fingers from her, sucking on them as they locked eyes.
"That's a little disgusting, don't you think?" she mused.
"Not with yours," he whispered before giving her a demanding kiss.
"I've only done this with one other man," she blurted out timidly. "It was Roger."
He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before telling her, "Good."
"Wait, but why though?"
Hannibal kissed her jaw as he mumbled, "What is that they say about 1st and 2nd again? First the worst, second the best."
Elizabeth burst out laughing as did Hannibal before he gave one powerful thrust inside of her causing her to gasp.
"See? Hard part's over," he whispered then thrust inside of her again, her walls tightening around his cock which seemed to get bigger and harder while inside of her.
Elizabeth's fingers dug into his arms as he pounded inside her, shaking the bed though she was too deep into the pleasure that she was receiving to care. He was rough and she somehow liked it. She moaned loudly and her hands slipped from his arms, balling up the sheets into her fists.
Elizabeth's legs tightened around his waist and he felt her squeeze his butt a little before he smacked hers playfully. He slapped her butt again, liking how she tightened in shock or fright maybe? He honestly couldn't tell, but he doubted that it was fright, seeing as how she kept moaning his name.
His hand went under her leg and lifted it up onto his shoulder. He groaned when his eyes shamelessly went to her bouncing breasts as the heard board shook against the wall. He growled when he felt himself coming too soon to release and he didn't want that just yet. He could see how close she was too, striving to hold onto the extreme amount of pleasure that they were feeling with each other.
DING DONG!
Elizabeth groaned in displeasure as the thought of stopping. "Don't stop."
Hannibal didn't reply to her, but he did pound into her faster as the doorbell kept ringing furiously for some reason. She moved to get up, but his hand on her shoulder stopped her from doing so.
"Fuck," he cursed.
Elizabeth laughed. "I've never…oh…heard you curse."
Hannibal chuckled breathlessly against her lips, sweat coating their bodies. "You bring out the worst in me."
She didn't even hear him as she felt this ringing in her ears. "What? I didn't hear you."
"Never mind," he told her innocently, smirking against her neck before they groaned as they climaxed together, the ringing of bells in her ears from either her brain or the doorbell.
Hannibal put his weight on her as they caught their breath. His head came up and chuckled at the tired expression on her face. "So beautiful."
"Ditto."
He kissed her cheek before telling her, "Guess I need to see who's at my door at this hour."
"Mmhm." She tiredly hummed when he pulled out of her.
She peeked her eyes open a little and sighed in relief when she saw that he was wearing a condom, "Thank God. I thought that we had forgotten about the condom."
"Don't worry, Elizabeth. I'm always prepared," Hannibal told her as he took it off then grabbed a robe.
Elizabeth's eyes were already closed and Hannibal pulled the covers from under her and over her small frame, kissing her hair.
He walked downstairs after discarding the used condom into the bathroom trash bin, the doorbell still ringing once he opened the door and found a woman there.
"Hello," he greeted politely. "May I help you?"
"Yeah, hi. I'm Meredith Hopkins and I'm wondering if you know where Elizabeth Graham is…you're Hannibal Lecter right? Her lover or something?"
His eyebrows rose at the last sentence before he corrected, "Boyfriend actually. What do you want from her?"
"Is she here? It's kind of important that I speak with her right away."
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid she's gone to sleep already." Hannibal said.
"Well, wake her up or something. I need to talk to her," Meredith said, clearly annoyed. "Tell her it's Meredith and that bitch will wake up like she's expecting Santa Claus on Christmas."
He stared at her blankly as he responded, "I'm not going to wake her after the day she's had so come back in the morning. Tomorrow please. Thank you."
"Okay, fine. Whatever," Meredith scoffed before turning around and storming away to next door-Elizabeth's house. He stared after her for a moment before closing the door and silently walking back upstairs. He pulled on his silk pajama pants before sliding into bed beside her. Hannibal tilts his head to the side as he studied the sleeping woman in front of him. He moved a stray blonde curl out of her face. He could so easily kill her and end this all, but there were now two problems standing in his way.
The first one was Elizabeth's friend…Meredith Hopkins.
Hannibal wondered what Elizabeth would do if he just decided to murder Meredith for her rudeness to him earlier.
I wonder what will happen…
TBC…
THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, AND FAVORITES! So sorry that I haven't updated for a long time, but I have been so, so busy with school that I really didn't have any time.
I wanted to save the sex for later, but then this scene with Meredith and Hannibal and later scenes really go back to this moment in time for them.
Meredith is probably on his list, but Hannibal wonders if she is worth killing.
He keeps on reminding himself that this is only a game of what ifs in a way. He is definitely confused about Elizabeth, but now he wants to keep her beside him for other reasons which will be revealed in like Season 2 maybe. I just really want to get to Season 2 because for this story, a lot of shit is going to go down. I hoped you liked this chapter.
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