Chapter 31
Hannibal rushed over to her side, to make sure there weren't any wounds. He lifted her in his strong arms and carried her to her room.
He gentlely put her on the bed, moving some of her auburn hair from her face. Hannibal sat for a long time by her side, watching her, and making sure she was fine. He had only once before felt so protective for someone. The memoriers of Mischa overwhelmed and a single tear escaped his eye.
Hannibal found him self frigthen of not being able to protect Clarice. When she had come in earlier looking like she did, he felt his controld slipping, he wanted to tear the person who had done it inside out, he knew she could take care of her self. She had proved it again and again, his proud little worrier. But he loved her too much to let her get hurt in such a way.
She had stood the abuse the FBI had been masters at, he was not the one to convince her of that, he had hoped she would have seen it after ten years, but it had taken 15. How easy it would have been to have taken her when he escaped from Baltimore. Even though she tested his patience at times or all the time, it was as such he loved her. There was no fear in her for him, she had seen him as human, the first to do so.
Hannibal looked at the frigile human that lay upond the bed, her fierceness was gone from her features, all her strength was also gone. She had pushed her self fare to much.
Hannibal got up to leave, when she started to move, her eyelits told Hannibal that she was having a dream, he looked in facination, until she was tossing herself around the bed, the sheets was intagled with her.
Hannibal moved next to the bed, and sat at the side. Gentlely taking her hands in one of his, while he with the other was soothing her. at that moment, Hannibal wanted no more in the world then to kiss those lips. But he didn't it wouldn't be proper, and he considred it rude to do so. Instead he settled for gently running his finger along her jawline and over her lips where he felt the warmth of her breath. It seems to sooth her enough to return to a peacefull sleep.
Hannibal got up and left the room there were preparations to be done. He had to arrange for indentities for them both. Though he knew of Clarice's fondness for the house, they had to move, the rather unpleastness visit, left traces that neiher of them could hide for long.
They would return eventually, but now, they would have to leave. And soon.
A/A I wanted to thank you all for the reviews. And since you like my story, I will not rush any ending... Instead here is 2 chapters for you. And more to come.
Oh, I could use some help on a part. I have never written a love scene, not in English, so I could really use some help. So if there's any one out there who could help let me know.
Ta ta
Hannibal rushed over to her side, to make sure there weren't any wounds. He lifted her in his strong arms and carried her to her room.
He gentlely put her on the bed, moving some of her auburn hair from her face. Hannibal sat for a long time by her side, watching her, and making sure she was fine. He had only once before felt so protective for someone. The memoriers of Mischa overwhelmed and a single tear escaped his eye.
Hannibal found him self frigthen of not being able to protect Clarice. When she had come in earlier looking like she did, he felt his controld slipping, he wanted to tear the person who had done it inside out, he knew she could take care of her self. She had proved it again and again, his proud little worrier. But he loved her too much to let her get hurt in such a way.
She had stood the abuse the FBI had been masters at, he was not the one to convince her of that, he had hoped she would have seen it after ten years, but it had taken 15. How easy it would have been to have taken her when he escaped from Baltimore. Even though she tested his patience at times or all the time, it was as such he loved her. There was no fear in her for him, she had seen him as human, the first to do so.
Hannibal looked at the frigile human that lay upond the bed, her fierceness was gone from her features, all her strength was also gone. She had pushed her self fare to much.
Hannibal got up to leave, when she started to move, her eyelits told Hannibal that she was having a dream, he looked in facination, until she was tossing herself around the bed, the sheets was intagled with her.
Hannibal moved next to the bed, and sat at the side. Gentlely taking her hands in one of his, while he with the other was soothing her. at that moment, Hannibal wanted no more in the world then to kiss those lips. But he didn't it wouldn't be proper, and he considred it rude to do so. Instead he settled for gently running his finger along her jawline and over her lips where he felt the warmth of her breath. It seems to sooth her enough to return to a peacefull sleep.
Hannibal got up and left the room there were preparations to be done. He had to arrange for indentities for them both. Though he knew of Clarice's fondness for the house, they had to move, the rather unpleastness visit, left traces that neiher of them could hide for long.
They would return eventually, but now, they would have to leave. And soon.
A/A I wanted to thank you all for the reviews. And since you like my story, I will not rush any ending... Instead here is 2 chapters for you. And more to come.
Oh, I could use some help on a part. I have never written a love scene, not in English, so I could really use some help. So if there's any one out there who could help let me know.
Ta ta