DISCLAIMER: The usual applies – I don't own them, wish I did, please don't sue, I don't have much money, etc.

AUTHER'S NOTE: Ok, this is another attempt at a Hannibal fic. I'm not sure where this story is going yet, so please be patient with me. I might not write very fast because I only get the time on weekends. Thanks.

SUMMARY: Lecter is in prison and Starling comes to visit him… but he has only days left to live!



Déjà Vu

By Jane



1 PART 7: Truths

There was no point denying anything any longer. She had enough of the lies and corruption in her lifetime. Clarice opened her mouth to speak, but found no words to explain anything.

She closed her mouth again. There was nothing she needed to explain – he most likely knew all her feelings even before she did. Looking up at the sky she saw a thick blanket of clouds slowly getting darker in the fading sunset.

They stood, lost in each other's eyes for a long time, until finally his hypnotic voice filled the air. "If you could go back… to the FBI and they would welcome you with open arms…?"

Before he had time to say the next part, she replied now confident about where she was, "I wouldn't". An amused smile lit his features, which was such a rare sight, that Clarice unconsciously mirrored it.

Lecter felt himself slowly leaning closer to her, as a loud clap of thunder rolled through the sky. He let out a breath and whatever ha was about to do left his eyes. What was that she felt? Disappointment? Confusion on her part? Probably both.

"Lets go inside, before we catch the rain," he offered, "you must be hungry by now…" She slowly followed him back to the house, with one last look out to the now darkened sea.

Going upstairs once more, she found a wardrobe full of clothes to fit his taste that all matched her size. She didn't try to look through them all after an angry growl of her stomach and instead picked out one at random. It was a long dark blue dress – nothing fancy but just very comfortable with a slit up the side.

Venturing downstairs, she found the place alight with a soft glow of dimmed lamps. The sky looked grey black from the window and several times the lightning flashed. This kind of weather always made her feel extraordinary for some reason. As soon as she finished descending the stairs, she caught the pleased gaze of Dr. Lecter who went on to look her over with a pleased smile spreading across his lips. "Please have a seat, Clarice," he said pulling a chair out for her.

Soon her plate was nearly empty and she sipped the sweet red wine he had offered. Clarice slowly closed her eyes, keeping its taste in her mouth and it was then she noticed the soft rhythm of heavy rain beating against the windows outside. Her mind went calmer than she had felt in weeks. Before even opening her eyes, she could feel the intensity of his gaze. Returning it with her own, they sat in silence, the air between them feeling thicker. Was there anything else to be said?

Suddenly the feeling of déjà vu was upon her the second time that week and her memory produced a perfect recreation of the scene at the lake house. His warm lips on hers…

Coming back to reality, she saw his eyes dancing in the soft light as he proceeded to keep hold of her eyes. Somehow she had the feeling he knew exactly what she was thinking about. Slowly getting up, he half circled the table, moving towards her, all the while not leaving her gaze. He held out his hand for her to stand and she felt electricity buzzing through her from the soft touch.

Now they were standing inches apart and she could feel the warmth radiating from his body. She couldn't suppress a shiver from running along all the length of her body. This didn't go unnoticed by the doctor. When she kept her eyes on the floor her reached up to brush his fingertips on her soft cheek and slowly guided her eyes to meet his. She was lost in his maroon depths like many times before, only now there was no will to stop or run. She knew what she wanted.

Their lips met and suddenly neither could feel there was anything around them, briefly forgetting there was anything outside their embrace. Subconsciously they pulled each other closer, until she was pressed up all the length of his hard body. There was nothing in this world she wanted more now. Her past lost behind her, and her present looking better than ever. Slowly breaking the kiss, in which passion soared, he picked her up and carried her up the stairs.



THE END



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I apologize for the mush! Lol! But you must know me by now! He he! Tell me what u think of it nonetheless and of course a BIG thank you to(in no paryicular order) Steel, Hanniballover1181, LadyofTruths, Nanci, ForgottenWonder, Saavik, Lady Ayisha, Chameleon302, Shattered Mug, fireandice, Allegretto Emily, Memor Sol Solis, Kurt, DianaLecter, Troesnaja, Talisman, angelhereal, Screaming Lamb, abeachgirl88, Oriana Yamatto, Nikita, Fauna, MK, Spell-Bound-Siren, jhs-eagle06, for reviewing the story! - I'm dedicating this one for you guys! Thanks!

I'm currently working on a new story which I will put up soon! – Jane:)