Lecter stood and walked over to Clarice. "Now my little
starling, you should take a bath, change cloths, I will make you a
breakfast." Clarice was about to protest, but she knew even before she open
her mouth that she was going to loose that argument. "How long do I have?"
An hour should be enough don't you think?
Clarice nodded her reply and left the kitchen in the hands of Dr. Lecter.
Clarice soaked in the water, and fall asleep.
Lecter had arranged it all, but when she didn't come, he went up after, thinking she might be in deep thought. He found her in the bathroom a sleep. He didn't want to wake her since she hadn't slept at all last night, but couldn't let her stay in the cold water much longer.
He took off his shirt, leaving his white tank shirt on, reached down and carried Clarice into bed; he dried her, and was surprised when she didn't wake. He sought trough her drawer and found her nightgown. When he had finished he carried Clarice into his own bed, which was dry. He tugged her in, and watched her sleeping form. He dragged a chair over to the bedside and sat him self down.
She looked so beautiful; her mind wasn't racing, trying to solve the troubles of the world.
It had been several hours, when Clarice to move, Lecter looked at her, she seemed to be dreaming and by the looks of it, it was a nightmare. Clarice whispered something, but Lecter couldn't hear it, he leaned in so he could better hear.
"Dr. Lecter, no no!!!!! Stop." Tears were coming down her cheeks. "Don't die, Hannibal... I love you, please don't leave." Lecter wasn't surprised; it was as he had expected. Clarice continued to move. Lecter couldn't bear it, he went around the bed, and positioned himself next to Clarice.
He was please when she cuddled up to him, and seemed to be at rest. Her bad dream was gone, almost like she could sense his presence besides her.
Clarice nodded her reply and left the kitchen in the hands of Dr. Lecter.
Clarice soaked in the water, and fall asleep.
Lecter had arranged it all, but when she didn't come, he went up after, thinking she might be in deep thought. He found her in the bathroom a sleep. He didn't want to wake her since she hadn't slept at all last night, but couldn't let her stay in the cold water much longer.
He took off his shirt, leaving his white tank shirt on, reached down and carried Clarice into bed; he dried her, and was surprised when she didn't wake. He sought trough her drawer and found her nightgown. When he had finished he carried Clarice into his own bed, which was dry. He tugged her in, and watched her sleeping form. He dragged a chair over to the bedside and sat him self down.
She looked so beautiful; her mind wasn't racing, trying to solve the troubles of the world.
It had been several hours, when Clarice to move, Lecter looked at her, she seemed to be dreaming and by the looks of it, it was a nightmare. Clarice whispered something, but Lecter couldn't hear it, he leaned in so he could better hear.
"Dr. Lecter, no no!!!!! Stop." Tears were coming down her cheeks. "Don't die, Hannibal... I love you, please don't leave." Lecter wasn't surprised; it was as he had expected. Clarice continued to move. Lecter couldn't bear it, he went around the bed, and positioned himself next to Clarice.
He was please when she cuddled up to him, and seemed to be at rest. Her bad dream was gone, almost like she could sense his presence besides her.
