Once they got to the bed she sat down and he stood before her. She took the shirt off and tossed it over on his sweatpants. Then she smiled up at him, he leaned over and picked her up under her arms and threw her back further on the bed. She yelped but then giggled. He laughed softly as he laid beside her.
"Tell me what you want?" she said.
He grinned, "you are in my bed, with me, what more could I want?"
She took his chin in her hands and felt his sharp and magnificent jawline, then she pulled him into a kiss. The room was bright, and Hannibal stopped her and got up and turned the lights down. As he was walking back over to the bed he took his boxer briefs off and tossed them onto their growing pile of clothes. She looked down at his nakedness and raised an eyebrow at him. She pushed the black satin blanket under herself down and then got under it. He joined her and started to remove her panties. They started kissing again and then he kissed her neck and collarbone. She whispered, "fuck me," and he stopped and looked at her, waiting.
"Please?" she said, smiling. He let out a small laugh and then started kissing her again. After a moment she felt him. He moved slow and deliberate, like with most things he knew the female body perfectly. Everything she'd ever wanted a man to do to her, he did before she even asked. He knew when to speed up and slow down just like he was reading her mind. He didn't speak but he started to breathe heavier and faster.
"That's perfect," she whispered.
"You're perfect," he replied. He watched her closely to see her reaction to every move he made. She tried to muffle her noises by burying her face in his shoulder and ended up biting him, which he seemed to enjoy a lot because he growled as she did it. They finished together and he laid on top of her for a moment watching her reveal in her pleasure.
"You lied," he said.
"About what?" she asked.
"You do bite," he grinned.
She laughed, "maybe you just bring it out of me." He smiled and rolled over beside her, she followed, resting her head on his chest. He lifted her chin with his knuckle and stared into her eyes, then said, "aš tave myliu."
"I love you too," she said.
"How did you know what I said," he asked.
"Love sounds the same in every language, you don't hear it with your ears," she said.
"That's part of why I love you, since you are so interested in the 'whys' of life my bella, your poetic soul," he said.
"We never finished our beauty and the beast conversation," she said.
"In the morning," he said, getting out of bed.
"You're not sleeping here?" she asked.
"Sometimes I have bad dreams, I don't want to disturb your sleep," he said. She nodded and returned his kiss as he tucked her in and said goodnight. But she became more curious about his past since someone would only prepare to have bad dreams if they had them regularly, which was a sign of past trauma. She sighed as she watched him put his clothes on and turn the lights all the way down.
"Goodnight again my sweet girl," he said as he left.
Being alone in the room made it seem bigger, and gave her the freedom to look around, he had a writing desk against one of the windows, city lights glowed from both sides of the room that were walled with windows. She sat up looking around trying to memorize it, she wanted to tell Kalisi all of it. She would take pictures but that felt like an invasion of his privacy. Eventually she fell asleep. Near morning she woke up needing to use the restroom. Once she was done and leaving the bathroom she noticed that the room across the hall had a light on and the door was cracked. She stepped toward it and heard him inside moving around.
Then he said, "I am in here, please come in."
"Hi," she said timidly pushing the door open slowly.
"Has the sun risen yet?" he asked, turning from a huge canvas covered in coal markings she couldn't quite make out yet. The room was covered floor to ceiling with drawings and artwork on every single wall. She slowly turned around looking at as many of them as she could. He cleared his throat and she jumped.
"Oh, sorry, no it's still dark out… this… these are amazing," she said looking at his work.
"A hobby I've had since childhood, my uncle was an artist, one of the few successful ones, in France," he said.
"You lived with him you said?" she asked.
"Yes, starting at thirteen, after my family died, then about a year later my uncle was also murdered," he said.
"Oh Hannibal, I'm so sorry," she said.
He held up his hand, "I want you to know me, all of me, but that's as much detail as I am able to give for now."
She walked over to him as he still sat on his drawing stool, she leaned over and put her hands through his thick hair, she kissed his forehead softly.
"It isn't because I don't want to share with you," he said.
"I know, take as much time as you need to," she whispered. He relaxed into her as she hugged his head to her chest. She looked up at what he had been working on and from this angle could see that it was her face, sleeping with a calla lily in her hand, held beside her cheek.
She gasped, "oh Hannibal."
He leaned back and looked at it with her, "do you like it? I'm not finished."
"I'm so… it's me," she said, her words catching in her throat.
"My most beautiful drawing, more credit to the subject for that however," he said.
She smiled at him, but a tear fell down one of her cheeks.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"I'm touched, I've never had anyone treat me the way you do," she said. He didn't say anything but took her arm and pulled her onto his lap and started kissing her. He moved her hair back and kissed her neck. She held his head as he made his way down her chest, licking and kissing her skin. He stood her up and stood in front of her, he picked her up and sat her on the stool and then pulled her legs up around his waist. The seat was the perfect height as they started having sex. She wrapped herself around him and she could see the drawing over his shoulder. She looked at it as he moved against her, she saw the care and attention to detail he had put into drawing her. He was amazing at artwork and what he was doing to her at the moment. She leaned back to look at him as they moved together. He held her up with his hands on her back and she held on to his shoulders. She leaned back even more so he could she her body in front of him. He looked down at her body and began moving harder against her. He grabbed her hips for a better grip, and she couldn't keep herself from screaming. She gripped his arms as he moved harder and faster. She screamed louder and he grinned, "are you enjoying yourself?" he asked. She couldn't understand how he could keep his voice so steady and calm but she nodded her answer. He didn't say much but he moaned a little as she got closer. She put one hand on his neck and pulled herself up to kiss him as they finished.
"I love you more than life itself," he said as she could clearly see him finish, yet his voice was calm still.
"I love you too," she gasped.
"I want to taste you, may I?" asked, she nodded unable to speak. He lowered himself and began to devour her. Another wave came over her as she finished again pulling his hair tightly.
When he was done he stood up and put his hand on her cheek, "my precious kitten can be quite the wildcat."
She just grinned up at him and bit her lip.
"You are ravenous aren't you?" he asked. She grabbed his waist and pulled him to her, she kissed him, and they had sex again on the floor, this time with her on top. After that she was too tired to go again so she stumbled back to bed with Hannibal's help because her legs were weak.
The next day she didn't wake up until almost noon. She forgot for a moment where she was until she looked over to the writing desk and saw Hannibal typing away on his laptop.
"Hey," she said, her voice raspy from sleep.
"Good morning," he said, he turned and grinned at her, he typed a little more then stood up. "I've prepared us some delicious brunch, I need to cook it, it's inspired by a traditional Japanese breakfast."
"Oh," she said.
"Would you like tea or coffee?" he asked.
"Coffee please," she said, she put her hand out to him as he walked by and she pulled him down to a kiss. "Or…" she said, "you could come into bed with me."
He growled lightly and pushed her backwards climbing on top of her. They made love and then he got out of bed putting just his sweatpants on. She got up and got dressed and made her way to the kitchen. She watched him fix their brunch and he handed her a coffee.
"We have green tea with this meal so finish your coffee before we eat," he said.
"Yes Sir," she teased, he winked at her. He grilled some salmon which is something she'd never seen before for breakfast, but she trusted him, he was an amazing cook. He served their brunch and tea on the balcony, and they ate silently.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"This is incredible and that says a lot because I usually don't like risky foods," she said.
"You seem to take lots of risks with me," he said.
"Then maybe you're a bad influence," she said raising one of her eyebrows. He grinned but looked down like he was a little ashamed, so she said, "I'm kidding, I'm glad you make me feel safe enough to try new things."
"There are many things I've yet to show you about myself," he said.
"I'm sure they won't change my mind," she said.
"Never be too sure ahead of time," he said, looking out over the water of the bay, like it pained him to look at her. She wanted to know more, for him to explain but she was almost afraid of the answers she would get, everything about him seemed almost too perfect.
"We still need to examine your dorm room again in the daylight," he said getting up to clear the table.
"I was hoping we could spend a little time out here," she looked at him and when he looked back she winked.
"Another time," he sighed.
"Okay," she said, disappointed.
"I promise," he said, trying to lift her mood, and possibly his own which had turned dark very suddenly when he had started talking about himself, like it usually did.