Chapter 11
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Saskia considered herself a peaceful woman, only because she was capable of great violence and harm. But right now, as the man spoke, Saskia's grip on the spiked hot chocolate was turning her knuckles white and her eye twitched.
"Madam Crow," The male cooed, a grin appearing on his lips. "How wonderful to see you. Say, how is the Crow Charity? Bountiful, I hope."
"It has been, Mr Verger," Madam Crow smiled as she placed a hand onto Saskia's arm. "Saskia here, she graciously donated a hundred thousand dollars."
"Saskia?" He tried the name on his tongue, Saskia didn't like how he said it but didn't comment, only nodding slightly. "What a strange name…"
"It's another version of Sasha, which was derived from the name Alexandra, which means Protector of Man," Saskia said straight away. It was a usual question that came with her unusual name. She already wanted to leave the conversation.
"Oh, I would have pegged you as British. Seems like somethings can be deceiving,"
"Yes, well, I was raised in Britain for most of my childhood so the accent came to me quickly,"
"Where are my manners," He almost gasped, taking her hand suddenly and placing a kiss onto the little blue ring that offset the outfit. "Mason Verger, at your service. This is my lovely sister, Margot Verger."
"Lovely sister indeed," Saskia smiled as Margot returned it.
Saskia gave her a good once over just as Margot did the same to her. They both appreciated the female form, regardless of what it was dressed in. In a lovely shade of burnt orange with a hint of red, Margot's tailored suit fitted her nicely. Her hair was slicked back and tucked into a purposely messy bun at the base of her neck.
"So you are the infamous writer, Saskia Alasite. Are you as evil as the media has portrayed you as?" Margot inquired, a soft smile appearing but it shifted to looking fake as soon as Mason looked to her.
"I can't very well answer that without my lawyer present, now can I? I have a reputation to maintain, after all," Saskia winked playfully before turning her eyes to Mason and trying to not cringe at his leery gaze between both herself and his own sister. She had to clear her throat to take away the desire to either be sick, or punch him.
The latter was much more desirable at the moment.
"Reputation?" Mason said, stepping to one side of her as Madam Crow excused herself.
"My reputation of being a mysterious and beautiful writer with a twisted mind, of course,"
"Twisted mind? Would you allow me the honour of picking at your mind as we dance?"
She wanted to swear to Hell and back, but covered her groan of distaste with an affirmative hum.
Mason took this as a yes and extended an elbow for her to take.
"Countess, go to Will and Hannibal," Saskia said as she took his elbow.
Regardless for her distaste of the man, she had to say he was a decent dancer. She didn't comment when his hand went a little too close to her behind, only moving so it rested comfortably on her waist. It stayed after she smiled politely and watched his gaze drop from her face to the neckline of her dress.
Humans.
Mason grinned like a sly cat as he placed a hand on the small of her back while the other held her hand softly, his grip was as if he thought she would break under his hold.
"So how did you create such a story, Saskia?"
"I watched plenty of horror movies as a child, and plenty of books,"
"Were you obsessed with horror?"
"I wouldn't say obsessed,"
"What would you say then?" He said and Saskia noticed his grip tightened on her hand but she didn't comment.
"I was always intrigued by what people feared,"
"What do you fear?"
"Spiders, mostly," she chuckled. "It does sound a little stupid but I have always hated spiders. Especially the small ones. Tarantulas I can deal with, barely."
She caught the gaze of Hannibal and Will, giving them both a look which said 'HELP ME!' within the moment it took for her and Mason to dance away again.
As this song finished, Hannibal noticed the next piece of music would be The Blue Danube by Johann Strauss.
"It seems like I am able to save Miss Alasite from the clutches of your brother," Hannibal said to Margot, who nodded in agreement and watched him quickly strut away.
"May I save you from your brother too, Miss Verger?" Will asked, holding a hand out.
"You know the Viennese Waltz?"
Will chuckled. "Hannibal made me learn it, and then Saskia taught me the Foxtrot too."
"If it gets me away from Mason, I'm happy to dance," Margot quickly took his hand as they left for the middle of the dance floor as the music began.
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Hannibal quickly took Mason's place as Saskia's partner.
"Thank fuck," She said after he left out of ear rang. "I thought I would lose blood circulation in my hand. So Viennese Waltz?"
"Of course," Hannibal smiled and everyone began to dance.
As the two danced, it was as smooth as breathing.
within the floor of shades of blue, black, and silver dresses, gowns, and suits, they stood out like blood on a silver platter, somehow looking like they were meant to stand out yet no one blinked an eye when they passed without a sound.
The dress pooled and swung around her like liquid, in tune with the beats of their feet and hearts. With each turn and twirl, Saskia was beginning to become dizzy but she held on as Hannibal led.
"Not long now," Hannibal said. "There will be a pause so you can center yourself."
Everyone paused soon enough like clockwork, the ladies together in packs of four as they took in breaths while the gentlemen stood two by two. It looked like it was all practised but none of it was.
"Your dress looks nice dancing, Margot,"Saskia said as she caught her breath, taking in the black, full length dress Margot had chosen for the event. the bottom became translucent with the slight mermaid flare skirt.
"Thank you," Margot smiled before it dropped. "Here we go again."
And they were off again.
Fluid movements went into the men dipping the women slightly before a few more movements stopped the full on dancing and they twirled around and around and around until they were dizzy and finally allowed to bow at the end with heavy chests as the physical fitness and coordination needed was vast.
There were very few pairs who weren't exhausted by the end of the dance, three pairs were Hannibal and Saskia, Will and Margot, and Monsieur and Madam Crow.
And they were given a moment to relax where they switched partners and the Foxtrot began wit by Michael Buble.
This was one of Saskia's favorite dances with how playful it could be. It was a little strange when they got to the part where they switched partners, Hannibal and Will made sure to keep either Saskia or Margot within their grips.
Saskia loved the bit where all the women danced together, being the only one in a colour other than a dark blue or black. It made her stand out even more and she was thriving in it.
There was nothing like being in the spotlight.
Countess gave up with her mistress, going to one of the corners with several other animals and just napped on the huge beds and pillows provided. She was happy that the Crows were such animal people.
At Least those three were finally understanding what Countess always knew.
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The music suddenly changed from instrumental and slightly classical to songs that reminded Saskia of her childhood in England. these were songs that children and teens would love to dance
"Saskia," Madam Crow was quick to stalk over to whisper into her ear. "I believe my son is looking for you. Good luck."
Her son was fourteen and loved to dance. He must have chosen the music. Madam Crow was always very lenient with her son's actions, and with his love for dancing, music was one of the things he had control over if he attended an event.
Wesley Crow was grinning widely as he quickly walked over to Saskia as soon as he caught sight of her. Mousey brown hair was slicked back and a curl sat on the side of his face, nothing moved.
"You have to dance, Miss Alasite," He tried to say as politely as possible.
"Why, hello, Mr Crow, how is your evening?" Saskia said slyly, trying to calm the young teen down a little.
He sighed, rocking on the heels of his feet. "Hello, Miss Alasite. My evening has been well, and yours?"
"Pleasant so far," "was there something you wanted to ask?"
"Can you come dance?" He said before he whined. "You know how adults are. They don't like to let other people know when they're having fun. If you dance, they'll join in!"
"Let me think…" Saskia allowed her voice to trail as she watched him pout. "Go get your brother and sister, and anyone else. I'll be there in a moment."
As soon as the music started for this particular song, Saskia, and all of the younger and less reputation conscious adults, and teens were already in a staggered group. They were ready to dance as soon as the song started.
"Clap, clap, clap, clap your hands,
Alright now, we're going to do the basic step"
It didn't matter if Saskia was wearing a long dress, corset, or heels, she would follow all of the moves and dance along with everyone else. She was very glad for the practise she got in university with how to dance in heels. She was more or less a pro now.
"To the left,
Take it back now, y'all,
One hop this time,
Right foot, let's stomp,
Left foot, let's stomp,
Cha cha real smooth,"
Everyone who danced was putting everything into the movements. Why dance if you weren't going to try? There was nothing stopping her frok putting her heart and soul into the simple and somewhat stupid dance moves. Being the most energetic and having the best stage presence there, she was forced to dance at the front as everyone else followed her moves.
"Turn it out,
To the left,
Take it back now y'all,"
Saskia was careful to kick her skirt out of the way, and eventually gave up and just lifted it up a little. She had two of the younger children on each side of her, beginning to instruct them aloud with the lyrics to try and encourage their participation.
"One hop this time,
Right foot, let's stomp,
Left foot, let's stomp,
Cha cha now y'all,
Now it's time to get funky,"
Both serial killers watched Saskia smile and grin throughout each fluid and practised movement.
"She really doesn't have any shame," Will said as he drank some of the eggnog.
Hannibal smirked in amusement. "Why should she? I haven't seen her so happy in a while. She might hate children at times and will never have any of her own, but she is a natural with them."
"She gets down to their level but doesn't try and dumb it down," Hannibal nodded at Will's words. "Just because she can be immature at times, does not mean she is childish. She just likes to have fun, in whatever manner the fun is in is up to her."
"I'm surprised she hasn't been going out more recently," Hannibal shrugged with a sigh. "But she is concerned for her own safety so she doesn't leave the house unless unnecessary. This is good for her."
"I'll get her some iced water when the song finishes, she'll need it." Will said and they continued to observe her.
Her skin was flush with energy and heat as the music continued and she followed the orders. The corset didn't constrict her breathing but with how much she was moving and how hot the room already was, she was going to overheat soon.
"To the right now,
To the left,
Take it back now y'all,
One hop this time,
One hop this time,
Right foot two stomps,
Left foot two stomps,
Slide to the left,
Slide to the right,
Criss cross,
Criss cross,
Cha cha real smooth…"
As the music finished, the people who observed the teens and young adults clapped politely as the latter scattered to corners of the room.
Saskia walked back over to the duo and Countess, giving the canine a good earrub.
"Give me a second," Saskia said, unclipping the red and silver hair clip and letting her hair fall out. She quickly redid the simply but effectively beautiful design to her hair, clipping it back up and away.
"Ice water," Will handed her the crystal glass and watched her quickly gulp it all down before Hannibal gave her back her clutch.
"Please excuse me," Saskia said. "I need to refresh my makeup it seems. It isn't polite to do so in public."
"Take Countess with you," Hannibal said. "She seems like she's becoming restless."
"Okay, come on, hun," Saskia stalked off to the one of the hallways to the sides.
The bathroom looked very much like public bathrooms you could find in very posh hotels. The whole bathroom was black spider marble with full door cubicles lining one wall and the opposite held five sinks and a huge mirror. The taps were silver and expensive looking.
Saskia stood before the second sink, putting her clutch on the marble as she rummaged through it to find her lipstick. When the doors suddenly opened, Saskia didn't even blink as the suit clad form of Margot Vergers appeared next to her, also fishing for lipstick from within the matching clutch.
"You and Mason were quite cosy, weren't you?" Margot said, looking at Saskia from within the mirror's reflection. "Word of advice, keep away from him. Unless you plan to marry him, you might want to keep the interactions to a minimum. He isn't the most patient person when he becomes obsessed with something."
"This isn't my first rodeo with men such as he," Saskia softened her voice. "I know abuse when I look at someone, Margot, and he is disgusting for doing anything like that to anyone."
"There isn't anything I can do to stop him," Margot sighed before shaking off the self pity. "This isn't the place to speak of such things. We'll have to meet up after the party, say Saturday in Baltimore? That is where you are located, isn't it?"
"It is," Saskia smiled sadly. "Let's go before Mason suspects we are plotting against him."
"He always suspects that,"
"Then we'll give him something to be suspicious of,"
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Her heels swung on her fingertips as she folded the coat over her arm, holding her phone as she replied to a text from a publishing agent. They were new and didn't know that Saskia didn't like agents but they were for Abigail's book, not hers so Saskia was willing to use a publisher for the young girl's biography.
"If you want to grab dinner, there is a restaurant on the ground floor," Saskia said as the three of them entered the elevator. "Just show them your room card. I'm gonna head to the spa for a bit after putting my coat away. My muscles are aching after all that dances and these heels."
"I can take your coat back to your room," Hannibal suggested. "You can go straight down then."
Her lip curved, handing it over easily. "Thank you."
The doors opened and Will and Hannibal got out after saying goodnight. Saskia nodded as another man got onto the elevator just as she pressed the floor button for the leisure and spa area. The man grinned, pressing a button a few floors down from hers.
"So," He started and made Saskia hum in acknowledgement. "Where did you go that warranted this type of dress?"
"Party," She plainly stated in a tone that said she was done with the conversation.
With an already long night, Saskia had no patience for him and his advances.
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When they watched Saskia storm into her room without a warning, both men exchanged looks. But when Hannibal smelt blood, they almost burst into her room after her.
She paused as their eyes were alert with the passions of a hungry predator. After they saw that she was okay, besides the bloody neck and back, they no longer shared the dark look that made her want to run away.
Saskia deposited her shoes onto the ground by the bed.
"Dude decided to try to make me have a party with him in his room," Saskia wiped the blood from the back of her neck with a hand, staining it red with a sigh. "I elbowed him in the nose. I think I broke his nose and bruised my elbow. None of the blood is mine. I kinda did headbutt him too."
Saskia upholstered the gun from her thigh, Luckily, her dress wasn't stained.
Hannibal took the red and silver clip off of her hair, letting it fall and he gently pressed his fingers into her scalp. "You will be fine. No harm was done besides that the clip is stained."
"I'll get it cleaned when we get back," Saskia chucked the clip onto the bed.
"You are-" Will started as Saskia took out the magazine of the gun and unloaded it completely.
"If you say I'm dressed like a hooker, you'll have one less vital item, Will," She propped her right foot onto the bed, flipping the skirt over so her thigh and holster were exposed. She gave him a simple glance as she undid the thigh holster, placing the gun on the nightstand.
"I was going to say like a deadly sex demon with all that blood," He tilted his head as he watched some on the freshly split blood drip down from her neck where most of it was. "It's strangely… intriguing?
"Intriguing, sure," Saskia rolled her eyes, before going for the bathroom, stopping at the doorway. "Can one of you undo the ribbon? I can't reach and my nails aren't able to undo the knot."
Saskia began to take her makeup off, easily wiping away the eyeshadow and the eyeliner with a wet face towel. She'd deal with the blood when she took a shower. She absently watched Will walk to stand behind her at the sinks, Hannibal stood by the doorway. His eyes followed Will's hands as they took the ribbon and slowly began to loosen the tight corset, fingers barely registering against her skin.
She kept her eyes locked with Will as he brought his lips to her shoulder, leaving the barest of open kisses against the skin. There was a hot flash over her as she gasped a little when he hit the base of the neck. Her lips curved upwards as he traced a hand up her hip.
"I don't like that Mason Verger," Will muttered with a frown. "There was something wrong about him."
"I thought the same. Careful," She said as his lips neared the tiny blood splatters. "There's blood still."
"I don't think either of us cares, Saskia. Do we, Hannibal?" Will suddenly muttered into her ear, sending a heated throb straight to her centre. "Unless you do, Saskia?"
The look on each man's face was of dark, unadulterated lust. For a moment Saskia had closed her eyes, realishing with how the simple kisses just sent her into overdrive, and when she looked again, she found Hannibal on her left. He tilted her head to face him a little more, giving Will more room to nip her skin gently.
His grin just made her knees go numb but she held on as she was moved until Will still stood behind her, his back to the sink counter. He had an arm around her waist as he still mouthed her neck and shoulders, she ran a hand through his hair as she gasped when he gently bit into the meaty part. Hannibal captured the gasp easily, making her groan with pleasure.
Saskia smiled against his lips, her thumb gently tracing his jawline as they deepened the kiss. Will simply observed them kissing, slowly undoing the back of the dress until it threatened to slip off of her. The stiff material of the top gave Will enough room to let his hands roam, tweaking a nipple to make her gasp into Hannibal's kiss.
Hannibal clasped a hand onto the back of her neck, deepening the kiss again. He almost devoured her when he breathed in the feminine musk of her arousal. It was strong and multiplied as soon as Will's hands began to roam. Hannibal gently moved Saskia so Will wasn't trapped between her and the sink, the front of her dress dropped a bit more and it made him stop to admire the view.
Her ample chest was heaving, flush with arousal as her nipple peaks were taunt and begging to be touched.
"Why am I the only one half naked?" She teased, tugging at Hannibal's belt as she looked into his dark, bloody eyes. "Will, can you unzip me?"
His eyes roamed down her back until they rested on the tiny zipper. He slowly pulled it down, watching as more taunt skin was revealed until he saw the beginnings of underwear. Sending a strong suckle to her neck, just perfectly placed to make her breath waver, he quickly pulled it down to reveal the lacy g-string that barely kept her modesty. Hell, he doubted any of them cared anymore as he helped her step out of the dress, grabbing her thigh gently.
She leaned back into him a little, easily feeling his arousal hard in his trouser. Grinning when he gasped as she gently ground her ass into his groin, she still tugged at Hannibal's belt before he stopped her.
"Take her to the bed in our room," He said before giving Saskia another heated kiss. "Do you have a safe word?"
"Fox…"
As Saskia stepped forward, Hannibal captured Will's mouth without a care. They gripped each other's faces, fighting for dominance between themselves. And damn, it was hot when they split, chests heaving and eyes blazed with lust.
"Do I need to leave you both in here, while I sort my hot, wet, dripping, self on your bed?" Saskia leaned towards them again, her own eyes dark with arousal as she played with a nipple. "Or do you want a little bit of help to sort your hard selves out?"
She walked out without a word, going through the little door that connected both of their rooms. Saskia somehow knew that they'd take a minute or two, so she got comfortable on their bed, sitting with a leg propped up as she snaked a hand down to her numb of nerves.
They came into the room with only their tight briefs on, and as soon as they saw her playing with the little bud of nerves, they pounced. She squirmed, rubbing her thighs together for relief and gasping when they each pinned a leg under their own. They refused her relief even when she was a soaking mess. Seeing her in such a defenseless state gave them huge rushes of arousal, knowing that they were the cause.
Their hands roamed while she moaned. There was an intense and sensual look on Will's face as he gently rubbed through her underwear, already feeling how soaked she was as Hannibal sucked her nipples until they were harder than rock.
"Come on," She said between moans, groaning when Hannibal bit down on a nipple in warning. She tightened her hand around his hair, tilting his head back enough to kiss him again.
They relented in their torture, quickly shrugging off their underwear as Saskis looked on in satisfaction. Will began to kiss up one thigh, going to her hip very slowly before taking the thin sides of the dark red lacy and pulling it off of her.
She was such a lucky girl, watching two handsome men slowly stroke themselves before she went to help them. Tightly holding a cock in each hand, she stroked the length, carefully watching for any hint of extreme pleasure at any point. She ran a thumb over one cockhead while she kissed the other, quickly taking it into her mouth for a moment. She did it again when she heard them groan loudly.
Hannibal forced her back so she stood on her knees on the bed, easily getting her even more horny by gently playing with her pearl. It made her thrust her hips into his hand, groaning as the friction felt so good.
She hadn't realised when Will moved to sit against the headboard, cock in hand. Hannibal pushed her until she was leaning against Will, his cock hard against her back with her legs spread wide and her cunt on show. She wasn't embarrassed, this was her body and she owned it.
Hannibal knelt between her legs, spreading her more until Will held one knee up and Hannibal held the other. His grin as he went down on her just made her quiver. Will muffled each groan, moan, and gasp with his mouth, gently rubbing his cock into her back.
She felt like she had gone to heaven as Hannibal was just as skillful with his tongue as he was with knives and minds. Her hips thrusted upwards but he kept her in place as he ate her out like she was a glorious dessert. Each lick made her groan because he would stop before he got to the clit, but on every third try, he would tongue around it before going down to the entrance again.
It felt like forever and yet not even longer than a second before she crashed into ecstasy. Hannibal made her ride out her climax, making his face drip as he came back up and her knees were freed. She kissed him before allowing him access to Will, her hands easily bringing their pleasure back up as the two men kissed with dark and heavy eyes.
She tried to speak but Hannibal was quick to silence her as she was forced onto her knees with her chest to the bed, her head inches away from Will's hard cock as he played with it. He passed Hannibal a condom from the bedside table. Within a moment, Saskia found herself full.
Hannibal thrusted harshly with slow and deliberate moves, he wanted to torment her a little bit more before allowing her release again. Saskia struggled to keep herself up, quickly planting her face into the bed as her ass was up in the air. Hannibal kneaded both cheeks gently before taking her by the hips, charging in as he leaned over her to grunt into her ear. This just made her wetter, if that was possible by this moment of time.
She whined with a hum, their instincts and mind wouldn't listen to words anymore, only sounds. Even with her moans, she kept her hand on Will's cock, running her hand up and down it before Will forced her hand away. He reached for another condom, easily sliding it on before lifting her from the bed. Saskia pressed her chest into his as he kissed her breath away. He was the only thing keeping her from being head first into the bed again. When Will dug his teeth into her neck, not breaking the skin and instead suckled the area, Hannibal stopped moving and panted.
She knew he wasn't done but she didn't know what stopped him. Suddenly he withdrew from her and left her feeling empty. She whimpered but she was so relieved when Will replaced him. Will was much more aggressive with his thrust but it wasn't painful. He dug his face into her shoulder, grasping the base of her neck as he pushed her chest to his. She wrapped her legs around his hips, easily moving with each violent thrust.
Her nails racked down his neck and back. She grinned, knowing it would leave marks. Will sucked and bit the skin, never breaking it but bringing enough force and pressure into his erotic bites to leave his own little signature on her body.
His thrusts slowed with a groan from both of them, neither wanting to slow down at all.
"Are you ready for both of us?" Will's lips traced the shell of her ear. It didn't sound like him, too dark, too dangerous yet Saskia still nodded mutely.
Hannibal kneeled behind her. Saskia's legs were still wrapped around Will, unwilling to let go unless necessary. It was pure heaven when she had both of them in her. She threw her head back and rested it on Hannibal's shoulder. He nibbled on her earlobe as each moan vibrated through her. Hannibal clamped a hand on her hip as he pushed her towards Will a little more.
Her neck was completely exposed as they trailed kisses and nibbles down her shoulders and chest. Saskia was completely vulnerable to Will and Hannibal as the latter trailed harsh kisses down the side of her throat, suckling the pulse before biting into the meaty bit of her throat with a grunt.
Each and every one of their bites and suckle would leave a mark.
She knew they were close, they pulsed in her and their thrusts began rapid and unsynced. They both nipped at her neck now, close to drawing blood but they never did. Their teeth grazed her throat and pulse, kissing each time a rapid heartbeat sent blood rushing through her.
Quickly, they synced up again and started to thrust rapidly, racing for the finish line. Saskia just loosened her body as her arms were thrown over Will's shoulders, biting her lip until it accidentally bled. Hannibal was quick to seize her lips, running his tongue over the tiny bite as blood rushed to the surface. As soon as she tasted the metallic liquid, her climax was tight in her stomach. A single brush of Hannibal's fingers against her aching pearl and Saskia was cumming.
Each clench and pulsed of her dripping cunt was bringing them closer and closer until they brought her into another orgasm. When Hannibal brought his bloodied lips to Will, it made Saskia clench unsuspectedly and brought them into ecstasy with her.
They gasped as they all separated, taking a moment to get their breaths back. They all went for the showers. When Saskia tried to step away to go into her room, one of them stopped her, steering her into the same shower as them.
Saskia scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion.
"I still have traces of blood on my skin,"
"Get your body wash and come back," Will traced his thumb down her cheek, smiling a little as she inhaled with a shake of excitement.
The trio did not leave the shower for another two hours.
They chuckled as they saw that Saskia was already beneath the covers, the navy bedding was shoved down until it just covered her ass as she laid on her front. Her eyes were half lidded, almost asleep but she waited for them.
They were quick to get back into the bed, settling under the covers as Saskia sighed loudly, exhaling completely. When Will's head touched the pillow, he was out, even if his top half was exposed. Hannibal moved the covers to lay over most of their bodies, going to his side before turning the lights off with a clap.
His hand met Will's, both gently resting on Saskia's back as they all fell asleep without a problem.
By the time they all fell asleep, Countess had managed to sneak into the room, huffing once into each male's face before plumping her behind on the bed. Since Saskia slept mostly on her front and side, Countess curled over her legs before spreading herself out at the end of the bed.
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"I suggest you don't try and wake her without some sort of coffee or cake in hand," Hannibal said lowly as he sipped at a clear cup of espresso and watched Will return from the shower. "She can be very grumpy and somewhat passive aggressive when woken up without a good reason."
"When will our plane be?" He asked as he shoved the bloody clothes into a bag.
"Half one, so we have plenty of time. It is only eight in the morning," Hannibal gestured to the tray on the table as he came closer to the bed with a cup. "Go eat something while I try and wake her."
She cuddled back into the pillow, refusing to wake up when he said her name. "Fuck off."
"I have coffee,"
"Coffee?" She mumbled into the pillow before picking her head up. "My kind of coffee?"
"Strong with full fat milk and three spoons of sugar, yes, your kind of coffee. But first," Hannibal picked up the navy silk kimono-style robe, which he acquired from her room, and held it out for her.
"I'm up!" She yawned as she got out of the bed. She shrugged on the robe, quickly tying it with another yawn. "Coffee, coffee, coffee!"
She did a little dance as Hannibal handed her the cup. When she found out about the new body in one of the hotel rooms, she gave both men a look and a shake of the head.
"I'm not even going to ask," Saskia almost muttered into her cup. "When did you even have the time?"
"Well, someone was very tired last night," Will said with a self-satisfied smirk as he looked at her neck and Hannibal's.
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Will was very smug on the plane.
Saskia had reserved a quad seating on the plane, meaning that the three seats she chose were facing each other and another seat. There was plenty of legroom, for which Countess was quite glad. The dog just laid by Saskia's feet as they watched Will and Hannibal take the two seats opposite them.
Saskia was so lucky that it was cold enough to wear a turtleneck, but on the plane, it was too much. She shrugged it off, revealing the light brown bandeau top and every single hickey and bite across her shoulders and neck.
"Well," The flight attendant grinned, handing the three of them their drinks. His grin was wide and knowing as he looked at her neck. "Looks like someone had fun."
"Definitely," Saskia sipped her coffee as the two men looked just and confident and smug as this morning when they first surveyed their gifts of last night.
"Should I be scared to ask how the other turned out?" He asked, winking to her.
Saskia laughed, nodding towards the two men. "I'm the reason they've been forced to wear scarves.
"Just means you did a brilliant job," He winked again and gently touched her arm before going to the other passengers.
Saskia had enough of the baby crying, quickly undoing her seatbelt and going to find an addenant, who was very glad to point towards the upset child.
The young couple tried to calm their little boy down but nothing was working. She took one look at the fussy child and sighed in relief,
Saskia was quick to take the child from his mother, holding him so he looked over her shoulder a little as she carefully shushed it. "Sorry for not asking but even Business class could hear him. I can't imagine how bad it was here. Let me guess, first time parents?"
"How did you guess?"
"You both look tired and embarrassed by him crying," the child began to squirm in her hold, so she brought him down to her hip as she rocked gently.
"How did you get him to become quiet?"
"He's bored and agitated, not a good mix for a baby," Saskia sat down in the empty seat. "Countess, darling, come here."
Everyone began to mutter as Countess easily padded down the aisle, stopping before Saskia and wiggled into the space. The child's attention was caught by her.
"Look, puppy!" Saskia used a hand to scratch Countess' ear, showing the boy how to do it.
His parents, and everyone else, sighed in relief when he began to giggle and laugh, flying his arms. He stopped, touching Countess' ear which flicked forward, and he burst out with a giggle. Countess did this with both ears, twitching one and then the other, watching the child giggle each time she did it.
"The air pressure increases as we go up, which would start to hurt his ears and give him a headache. Making sure that they're napping by the time you depart or arrive is the easiest way to make sure they aren't affected as badly," Saskia informed them.
"Do you have any children?"
She smiled. "No. I've got her and she's enough."
Countess twitched her ears again as she closed her eyes, her head on Saskia's lap.
First time I ever wrote a smut scene, and I'm still unsure about it.
This chapter took the longest to write because I just didn't want to write all the dancing I wanted, and then Mason I just hate writing him.
Next chapter should be out by next saturday, hopefully.