Chapter 54
Her face was inches from his, yet she still refused eye contact, knowing what would happen if looked into those eyes of his.
"Clarice" his voice was commanding now, and he forced her make eye contact. "I do think you owe me an answer Clarice." She knew she did, she had after all called him here, to do what? Send him away with the answer to a question he asked so many years ago, did that at all mean anything more.
Clarice suddenly felt very weak, and she didn't know if she could go through with what she had in mind. But there was no going back now, she couldn't and would not loose him again. She looked into the depths of his maroon eyes and was lost. Time stood still, the earth didn't move and no one else existed outside her apartment, there was only Dr. Lecter and her self.
She felt his breath on her forehead; it made her woozy, she tried to concentrate on forming the words. "I....." Clarice closed her eyes and tried again. " I.... I've somehow hoped we could discuss what happened at Chesapeake and perhaps try again." Clarice swallowed and continued. "That is, if you would consider trying it again."
Dr. Lecter looked at her, his face showing nothing of the joy he felt inside, she was his.
"Tell me Clarice, would you ever say to me stop. If you loved me you'd stop?" Clarice looked at him. "If you loved me Dr. Lecter you would never stop, never in a thousand years."
Dr. Lecter moved closer. His body coaxing hers down onto floor. And before claiming her lips he asked. "What is it you want Clarice, what do you want from me?" Clarice knew.
"I want you to kiss me, I want you to make love to me." Clarice touched his lips just barely. " I want you to take me with away with you. I love you Dr. Lecter."
Dr. Lecter smiled. "My love I do think we can dispense with the formalities. After all more then ten years of our little games have changed your status."
" Just shout up and kiss me Hannibal." Hannibal kissed Clarice with all his might, all his passion and all his love. When they both broke away for air. Hannibal lifted Clarice up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
He put her on the bed, and looked down on her. As if he was wondering what to do with her know that he had her.
He grabbed her shoulders making her stand in front of him. He ran his hands up her arms, finally resting on her shoulders. Then he removed her dress strops, catching it before it reached the floor. Clarice stepped out of it and into the arms of Hannibal. He kissed her, and continued to lay kisses and love bits down her neck.
Clarice's hands suddenly remembered them self, and went to the buttons of his shirt. When it didn't work she ripped his shirt open, to reveal his salt and pepper chest. She ran her hand over it.
Hannibal chuckled. "Patience my dear, all good things to those who wait." But Clarice had no intention of waiting, she, had waited long enough. She pushed Hannibal down on the bed, and straddled him. "We'd waited long enough. "More then 10 years of courtship has become rather tedious." Hannibal agreed.
He flipped Clarice on to her back and descended on her, his lips seeking her, waking in her a hunger she didn't realize she had.
She moaned as his tongue seeked access to hers. Clarice thought for a moment about the horrors his mouth had done, but they where quickly lost in a haze of lust.
"ohhh God" was the only thought that was left in her thoughts. She had no idea how the last clothes were gone or how they had ended up under the sheets.
But here they were, Clarice's head rested on his chest. Clarice couldn't remember if she had ever felt this way, her body was spent; yet the warmth from the body next to her gave her all the peace in the world.
Clarice turned to look in his eyes. "Promise you'll never leave me, that no matter where you are I am there next to you." Tears where begging to form in her eyes, the thought of a life with out him, was unbearable.
Hannibal kissed the salty tear away from her. "I promise my love."
With that promise the world seemed lighter, Clarice didn't care for tomorrow, all that matters was being here now with the man she loved. The rest would work out by it self.
"you know Hannibal, there is this dream I had while I was in a coma for a week, that I would like to tell you about."
Hannibal looked at her, shocked that she had been in a coma. "Is that so, well I never have been read a good night story before." He sent her smile. And Clarice began her tale, and the reason why it had let to her, being in his arms.
A/N I know, was it a weird ending? Would any of you like a epilogue? Again I would like to hear if any of you feel like the ending was rushed, I never could tell.
Also, you should keep and eye out for version one, chapter 50 has been revised, and more chapters will be up soon.
So please Review. I am dying to know what you thought of this story and if I should keep up my writing.
Ta ta Guber
Her face was inches from his, yet she still refused eye contact, knowing what would happen if looked into those eyes of his.
"Clarice" his voice was commanding now, and he forced her make eye contact. "I do think you owe me an answer Clarice." She knew she did, she had after all called him here, to do what? Send him away with the answer to a question he asked so many years ago, did that at all mean anything more.
Clarice suddenly felt very weak, and she didn't know if she could go through with what she had in mind. But there was no going back now, she couldn't and would not loose him again. She looked into the depths of his maroon eyes and was lost. Time stood still, the earth didn't move and no one else existed outside her apartment, there was only Dr. Lecter and her self.
She felt his breath on her forehead; it made her woozy, she tried to concentrate on forming the words. "I....." Clarice closed her eyes and tried again. " I.... I've somehow hoped we could discuss what happened at Chesapeake and perhaps try again." Clarice swallowed and continued. "That is, if you would consider trying it again."
Dr. Lecter looked at her, his face showing nothing of the joy he felt inside, she was his.
"Tell me Clarice, would you ever say to me stop. If you loved me you'd stop?" Clarice looked at him. "If you loved me Dr. Lecter you would never stop, never in a thousand years."
Dr. Lecter moved closer. His body coaxing hers down onto floor. And before claiming her lips he asked. "What is it you want Clarice, what do you want from me?" Clarice knew.
"I want you to kiss me, I want you to make love to me." Clarice touched his lips just barely. " I want you to take me with away with you. I love you Dr. Lecter."
Dr. Lecter smiled. "My love I do think we can dispense with the formalities. After all more then ten years of our little games have changed your status."
" Just shout up and kiss me Hannibal." Hannibal kissed Clarice with all his might, all his passion and all his love. When they both broke away for air. Hannibal lifted Clarice up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
He put her on the bed, and looked down on her. As if he was wondering what to do with her know that he had her.
He grabbed her shoulders making her stand in front of him. He ran his hands up her arms, finally resting on her shoulders. Then he removed her dress strops, catching it before it reached the floor. Clarice stepped out of it and into the arms of Hannibal. He kissed her, and continued to lay kisses and love bits down her neck.
Clarice's hands suddenly remembered them self, and went to the buttons of his shirt. When it didn't work she ripped his shirt open, to reveal his salt and pepper chest. She ran her hand over it.
Hannibal chuckled. "Patience my dear, all good things to those who wait." But Clarice had no intention of waiting, she, had waited long enough. She pushed Hannibal down on the bed, and straddled him. "We'd waited long enough. "More then 10 years of courtship has become rather tedious." Hannibal agreed.
He flipped Clarice on to her back and descended on her, his lips seeking her, waking in her a hunger she didn't realize she had.
She moaned as his tongue seeked access to hers. Clarice thought for a moment about the horrors his mouth had done, but they where quickly lost in a haze of lust.
"ohhh God" was the only thought that was left in her thoughts. She had no idea how the last clothes were gone or how they had ended up under the sheets.
But here they were, Clarice's head rested on his chest. Clarice couldn't remember if she had ever felt this way, her body was spent; yet the warmth from the body next to her gave her all the peace in the world.
Clarice turned to look in his eyes. "Promise you'll never leave me, that no matter where you are I am there next to you." Tears where begging to form in her eyes, the thought of a life with out him, was unbearable.
Hannibal kissed the salty tear away from her. "I promise my love."
With that promise the world seemed lighter, Clarice didn't care for tomorrow, all that matters was being here now with the man she loved. The rest would work out by it self.
"you know Hannibal, there is this dream I had while I was in a coma for a week, that I would like to tell you about."
Hannibal looked at her, shocked that she had been in a coma. "Is that so, well I never have been read a good night story before." He sent her smile. And Clarice began her tale, and the reason why it had let to her, being in his arms.
A/N I know, was it a weird ending? Would any of you like a epilogue? Again I would like to hear if any of you feel like the ending was rushed, I never could tell.
Also, you should keep and eye out for version one, chapter 50 has been revised, and more chapters will be up soon.
So please Review. I am dying to know what you thought of this story and if I should keep up my writing.
Ta ta Guber
