Disclaimer: Same as before, I don't own any of these characters, bla bla
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This is new territory for me, so I'm not sure how well it reads. Romance is not my forte, lol. I know this is a short chapter, but its 3.22 in the morning and my brain is frazzled. (
Chapter 4
There was complete silence in the kitchen, the only thing to be heard was the heavy breathing from both party's. Dr Lecter quickly retracted the blade on his harpy and slipped it back up his sleeve. Walking a few steps towards Clarice he looked down on her silent form.
" Clarice" the name was whispered, holding a million different meanings.
Clarice slowly stood on trembling legs, her eyes locked on the gun at Hannibal's feet. Wiping her palms on her trousers she dragged her eyes up to meet his. He smiled gently at her, his eyes softening. Her bottom lip quivered and her face contorted as she took a step backwards.
" Go. Just go away. Go away!" she sobbed, taking tiny steps back, watching as he took tiny steps forward.
" I don't think you mean that Clarice" he said, his own voice a little croaky.
" Yes I do, I want you to leave. I hate you! Leave me alone!" she was becoming hysterical he noted, but continued his advance.
" I want to hate you!" she whimpered, her back now to the fridge.
Hannibal said nothing as he closed the distance between them, his body pressed against hers once more, his face mere millimetres from her own.
" And I do, I hate you so much" she whispered her eyes lost in his own, the movement of her lips causing them to brush lightly with his own.
Neither was sure who closed the distance. Neither cared in this moment.
Clarice kissed the mouth that had done so many horrendous things and felt nothing but sheer contentment and lust. The kiss was bruising at first, ten years of love and lust finally being released. But it was he that softened it, pulling back slightly, trailing the tip of his tongue over her bottom lip as he retracted. Both were breathing heavy when he rested his forehead on her own, eyes closed. Clarice let her hands smooth their way from his waist, excruciatly slowly upwards, feeling the ripple of hard muscle as she passed over his chest, the smooth curves of his cheeks, and the heat and fullness of his lips. Running her fingers over them she didn't flinch when he took one between his teeth and gently ran his tongue over it before releasing it once more. Clarice shivered under his weight. It was he that broke the silence, his voice rough from lust.
" Tell me now to go and I will Clarice. If not, be sure that is what you want, for my patience has reached its limits."
She knew what he was saying. The thought of what he was suggesting was enough to send a delicious wave through her. Finding her voice she whispered the one word that would seal her future.
" Stay"
This is new territory for me, so I'm not sure how well it reads. Romance is not my forte, lol. I know this is a short chapter, but its 3.22 in the morning and my brain is frazzled. (
Chapter 4
There was complete silence in the kitchen, the only thing to be heard was the heavy breathing from both party's. Dr Lecter quickly retracted the blade on his harpy and slipped it back up his sleeve. Walking a few steps towards Clarice he looked down on her silent form.
" Clarice" the name was whispered, holding a million different meanings.
Clarice slowly stood on trembling legs, her eyes locked on the gun at Hannibal's feet. Wiping her palms on her trousers she dragged her eyes up to meet his. He smiled gently at her, his eyes softening. Her bottom lip quivered and her face contorted as she took a step backwards.
" Go. Just go away. Go away!" she sobbed, taking tiny steps back, watching as he took tiny steps forward.
" I don't think you mean that Clarice" he said, his own voice a little croaky.
" Yes I do, I want you to leave. I hate you! Leave me alone!" she was becoming hysterical he noted, but continued his advance.
" I want to hate you!" she whimpered, her back now to the fridge.
Hannibal said nothing as he closed the distance between them, his body pressed against hers once more, his face mere millimetres from her own.
" And I do, I hate you so much" she whispered her eyes lost in his own, the movement of her lips causing them to brush lightly with his own.
Neither was sure who closed the distance. Neither cared in this moment.
Clarice kissed the mouth that had done so many horrendous things and felt nothing but sheer contentment and lust. The kiss was bruising at first, ten years of love and lust finally being released. But it was he that softened it, pulling back slightly, trailing the tip of his tongue over her bottom lip as he retracted. Both were breathing heavy when he rested his forehead on her own, eyes closed. Clarice let her hands smooth their way from his waist, excruciatly slowly upwards, feeling the ripple of hard muscle as she passed over his chest, the smooth curves of his cheeks, and the heat and fullness of his lips. Running her fingers over them she didn't flinch when he took one between his teeth and gently ran his tongue over it before releasing it once more. Clarice shivered under his weight. It was he that broke the silence, his voice rough from lust.
" Tell me now to go and I will Clarice. If not, be sure that is what you want, for my patience has reached its limits."
She knew what he was saying. The thought of what he was suggesting was enough to send a delicious wave through her. Finding her voice she whispered the one word that would seal her future.
" Stay"