Chapter 3
Disclaimer; do I really need to say it again. We all know it by heart.
A/N this is your birthday present shifter/Cfish, I hope you will like it...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU AND ME!
Clarice wanted to make Dr. Lecter loose his control. She wanted to see some sort of emotion from him, no matter the cost. Would he do unspeakable things to her? He might, but she really didn't care about that anymore, silently she hoped he would just kill her, so that her misery was over. She wanted him to hurt her, so that she would have a reason to hate him.
There wasn't coming further words out of her mouth, Clarice just stood in the middle of the room, as if struck by a sudden spell that enabled her to move.
She did not look down, but she knew it was his harpy that was under her chin. It's cold steal was being warmed by her skin.
It sent shivers down her spine; Clarice didn't know whether that was good or bad. "TSK TSK Clarice."
Dr. Lecter didn't remove the harpy, but continued to speak when Clarice made no move to do so. "Well my dear, it would seem you have gotten your self in but of a predicament. Any ideas on how to get out?" Clarice could hear the playful tone in his voice. "LET GO OF ME Dr. LECTER." Clarice put emphasis on every letter, trying to hide her anger.
"Hmm I think not, you were being rather rude, and you do know how I feel about the rude." Clarice wasn't up for any of his games. "Well then what are you waiting for, just do, and stop wasting my time." Clarice was red faced with anger, and her voice trembled, not out of fear but rage.
Dr. Lecter drew a small cut over her throat, just enough to hurt and draw blood. "Now Clarice, I think you are forgetting who you are with." Clarice tried to give a sarcastic ha, but only a grumble came out as she was reminded of whom she was with. Instead she found her voice. "Like that is something easily forgotten." Clarice remembered when Crawford had told her never to forget who he was, or what he was. The problem was, she wanted to forget, why couldn't he just be some normal guy she had met down in the coffee shop. A sense of sadness overcame Clarice, and she wondered what he would do if she started to lean into his harpy, but thought better of it.
Instead Clarice found instead that she was leaning against Dr. Lecter. She felt how his chest moved with each breath he took, his warm breath on the back of her neck sent her out in a dream like state, and her legs started to buckle again, and she was Glad that Dr. Lecter was behind her, or she would have falled.
Clarice relinquished her anger and her rage. She closed her eyes, and she didn't notice Dr. Lecter retracting the harpy and instead placing his hands on her shoulders. The world around Clarice was disappearing, nothing else but the warm figure behind her was in her existents.
But it was too good to last. Dr. Lecter knew that the battle was yet to be fought and this was just pass time, it was a moment beyond time, where they could breathe before it all would start again.
He would have her someday, but that time wasn't now. Dr. Lecter memorized the smell of her hair, the softness of her skin and her heartbeat. He ran his hands down her arms and up again enjoying the feeling that he wasn't fighting him.
When the moment stretched Dr. Lecter wondered if his little Starling parting with this world. "Clarice" his voice was but a whisper. Clarice didn't react.
A/N well I hope you all enjoyed this little chapter, more will be up soon.... now I would like to hear what you thought of it..... so please review, give me some fuel to go on. Ta ta
Disclaimer; do I really need to say it again. We all know it by heart.
A/N this is your birthday present shifter/Cfish, I hope you will like it...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU AND ME!
Clarice wanted to make Dr. Lecter loose his control. She wanted to see some sort of emotion from him, no matter the cost. Would he do unspeakable things to her? He might, but she really didn't care about that anymore, silently she hoped he would just kill her, so that her misery was over. She wanted him to hurt her, so that she would have a reason to hate him.
There wasn't coming further words out of her mouth, Clarice just stood in the middle of the room, as if struck by a sudden spell that enabled her to move.
She did not look down, but she knew it was his harpy that was under her chin. It's cold steal was being warmed by her skin.
It sent shivers down her spine; Clarice didn't know whether that was good or bad. "TSK TSK Clarice."
Dr. Lecter didn't remove the harpy, but continued to speak when Clarice made no move to do so. "Well my dear, it would seem you have gotten your self in but of a predicament. Any ideas on how to get out?" Clarice could hear the playful tone in his voice. "LET GO OF ME Dr. LECTER." Clarice put emphasis on every letter, trying to hide her anger.
"Hmm I think not, you were being rather rude, and you do know how I feel about the rude." Clarice wasn't up for any of his games. "Well then what are you waiting for, just do, and stop wasting my time." Clarice was red faced with anger, and her voice trembled, not out of fear but rage.
Dr. Lecter drew a small cut over her throat, just enough to hurt and draw blood. "Now Clarice, I think you are forgetting who you are with." Clarice tried to give a sarcastic ha, but only a grumble came out as she was reminded of whom she was with. Instead she found her voice. "Like that is something easily forgotten." Clarice remembered when Crawford had told her never to forget who he was, or what he was. The problem was, she wanted to forget, why couldn't he just be some normal guy she had met down in the coffee shop. A sense of sadness overcame Clarice, and she wondered what he would do if she started to lean into his harpy, but thought better of it.
Instead Clarice found instead that she was leaning against Dr. Lecter. She felt how his chest moved with each breath he took, his warm breath on the back of her neck sent her out in a dream like state, and her legs started to buckle again, and she was Glad that Dr. Lecter was behind her, or she would have falled.
Clarice relinquished her anger and her rage. She closed her eyes, and she didn't notice Dr. Lecter retracting the harpy and instead placing his hands on her shoulders. The world around Clarice was disappearing, nothing else but the warm figure behind her was in her existents.
But it was too good to last. Dr. Lecter knew that the battle was yet to be fought and this was just pass time, it was a moment beyond time, where they could breathe before it all would start again.
He would have her someday, but that time wasn't now. Dr. Lecter memorized the smell of her hair, the softness of her skin and her heartbeat. He ran his hands down her arms and up again enjoying the feeling that he wasn't fighting him.
When the moment stretched Dr. Lecter wondered if his little Starling parting with this world. "Clarice" his voice was but a whisper. Clarice didn't react.
A/N well I hope you all enjoyed this little chapter, more will be up soon.... now I would like to hear what you thought of it..... so please review, give me some fuel to go on. Ta ta