Author's Note: Saavik typed this one, so you'll have notice by the
spelling mistakes… LOL kidding. Enjoy…
Chapter 13: Conjugal Elusions
Lecter turned around to face the security guard. "Yessss?" Hannibal asked the security guard in an annoyed but calm tone. "Excuse me, security guard." Clarice spoke up. "My… uh… my husband and I were just on our way out. I sprained my ankle when we were wrestling. I just need some Tylenol." Clarice told the man.
It wasn't a lie, but it was far from the truth. Especially the part about Lecter being her husband.
"I won't ask." He returned his pepper spray to its place on his belt. "Sorry about that. I'll be on my way now."
Hannibal walked around the car and got in on the drivers side. "So I'm your husband now, eh?"
Clarice looked away, not responding to what he had just said. After a couple of minutes of silence, Clarice asked, "Can I get some Tylenol? My ankle is killing me. And when are we leaving?"
"So you want to come with me now, eh?" Lecter questioned Clarice. A smile crossed his face.
"I guess," Clarice sighed as she looked away once more, blushing. "I don't really have a choice though, do I?"
"No, not really," Lecter said as he started the car.
The drive over to the 24-hour gas station was quiet, except for Clarice's hushed whimpers of pain. When they pulled up to the gas station, Lecter turned off the car, pulling out the keys. He couldn't be too careful.
"Stay in the car," he told Clarice.
"You think I'd be going anywhere like this?" Clarice was beginning to get annoyed with Lecter. He was treating her like a freaking child.
Lecter shook his head and moved to get out of the car…
Chapter 13: Conjugal Elusions
Lecter turned around to face the security guard. "Yessss?" Hannibal asked the security guard in an annoyed but calm tone. "Excuse me, security guard." Clarice spoke up. "My… uh… my husband and I were just on our way out. I sprained my ankle when we were wrestling. I just need some Tylenol." Clarice told the man.
It wasn't a lie, but it was far from the truth. Especially the part about Lecter being her husband.
"I won't ask." He returned his pepper spray to its place on his belt. "Sorry about that. I'll be on my way now."
Hannibal walked around the car and got in on the drivers side. "So I'm your husband now, eh?"
Clarice looked away, not responding to what he had just said. After a couple of minutes of silence, Clarice asked, "Can I get some Tylenol? My ankle is killing me. And when are we leaving?"
"So you want to come with me now, eh?" Lecter questioned Clarice. A smile crossed his face.
"I guess," Clarice sighed as she looked away once more, blushing. "I don't really have a choice though, do I?"
"No, not really," Lecter said as he started the car.
The drive over to the 24-hour gas station was quiet, except for Clarice's hushed whimpers of pain. When they pulled up to the gas station, Lecter turned off the car, pulling out the keys. He couldn't be too careful.
"Stay in the car," he told Clarice.
"You think I'd be going anywhere like this?" Clarice was beginning to get annoyed with Lecter. He was treating her like a freaking child.
Lecter shook his head and moved to get out of the car…