Chapter 32
Clarice was slowly beginning to stir, she was quickly reminded of the hurt in her back and the bruises from her fight and she was in a car. Clarice shakes her head trying to get the fog to disappear. Unsuccessful.
"Where am I?" the question wasn't directed to anyone, it was thrown out in the air to whom ever was driving the vehicle she was in. Clarice was suddenly afraid that it was the trucker who had taken her, till she reminded her self that he was dead, she saw him dying.
Clarice again shook her head, but her sight remained blurry. A metallic voice came through the fog. "Ahh I see that you are awake. I hope you are feeling better." Hannibal turned his face to look at her, giving her a smile. "Where are we?" Clarice didn't like not knowing where she was, and why she wasn't at her new home. "I'm afraid that we had to leave Clarice." Clarice's head still wasn't clear enough to know what he was talking about. "Why?" It was a simply question, and Hannibal realize that she still wasn't fully awake. "I do think we drew attention to our selves. It was better to better to leave now then take any chances my dear."
Clarice felt woozy again and suddenly she had to throw up.. "Pull over." Hannibal saw that she was going sick. "NOW" It didn't take long, the car didn't hold completely still when Clarice open the door and cast her self out, while throwing up.
It suddenly hit Clarice that she had been drugged and what ever it was, her stomach didn't like it. Her anger found way through the fog and wooziness. He had done it again. Clarice wasn't interested in the reason he had for doing it, all she wanted to yell at him, making sure that he wouldn't drug her again with out her knowing.
Hannibal heard how she slowly got control of her stomach, but she didn't return to the car, which he didn't understand. He took some water bottle from the backseat and got out of the car. The night air was refreshing after having been in the car for a couple of hours.
"Clarice are you okay?" there where no answer and no Clarice. Hannibal looked again, his vision was better then the average but she was no where in sight. "Clarice?" Hannibal was on the ground before he knew what hit him.
"You did it, didn't you?" Hannibal was lying with his face down, and a very angry Clarice was sitting on his back, her legs held his arms. Hannibal knew instantly what Clarice was talking about and that she really wasn't at all interested in asking why questions. "Yes." Hannibal spoke down in the dirt. He didn't fight her; he knew that he could easily turn the advantage.
Clarice didn't move, she was to angry to. Hannibal used this and in a matter of a second Clarice was under Hannibal, but lying on her back. Hannibal's maroon eyes was glowing in the night. Hannibal pushed Clarice even further down in the ground with his weight.
"Clarice." Hannibal hissed her name, but there was no anger in his voice. He held her hands over her head so that is was completely impossible for Clarice to move. Clarice began to struggle, though it was in vain. Hannibal put more force in his grip. "Don't try my patience Clarice." There was a glimt in his eyes, he meant to be taken seriously, but there was also a challenge wrapped in his voice. Clarice kept at it, until she was drained and tired.
When the anger left Clarice, she felt strangely aroused by the whole situation. She felt the whole length of Hannibal on top of her, and she could tell that he to was aroused. "don't you have infinite patience Dr. Lecter." She emphasized his name, knowing that it to some extent might irritate Hannibal. Alas no luck. Instead she got a smile.
"You are figthsty aren't you my dear." That was it for Clarice, she gave all she got, but it didn't do a thing, Hannibal didn't move and neither did Clarice. "Let go of me Dr. Lecter." Clarice was red faced of exhaustion, and there was no more strength to fight Hannibal.
Hannibal just looked at Clarice, his face telling her nothing, Clarice found herself being more and more aroused, and the tubing as the blood ran to her head, made it difficult to hear anything else around them. Clarice broke the eye contact and looked at his lips.
Hannibal could see and smell her lust for him it was exhilarating and drove him to the edge of his control. He looked at her, wondering if he should kiss her, the last few days they have spent together, had been very interesting, yet he had only touched her while she was either sleeping or as late passed out. Now that he had her, he wanted to kiss her, but couldn't, he wanted her to take the first step, he wanted her, to realize that he was hers and have been so since they first met, and the she was his. He didn't feel possessive; he knew that she would never find someone who knew her as he did. They may not have made love physically, but he had made love to her mind several times.
He never doubted that he would have her in every way, but now that he had the opportunity he wanted to savor it, so that he could save it in his memory palace.
Clarice was at the edge where she couldn't take anymore, she wanted him, she had waited so long, and now he was dragging the moment to last an eternity, it was unbearable and unacceptable.
"How long are we supposed to be lying here?" Clarice was sounding more annoyed then she was, she was frustrated. "Getting tired of me so soon my dear?" Clarice had had it. "I hate to sound to prudent, but when are you going to kiss me?" Hannibal was surprise, for a moment he had forgotten how direct she could be. "Well when you ask me." It was Clarice turn to be surprised, all this time she had thought he had done it to be annoying, to test how fare she would go.
But Clarice was suddenly determent to put Hannibal's patience to a test, no, no matter how much she wanted it, she was going to wait till it was he who demanded it from her, if that was the game he was playing then so be it.
"Are you going to let of me, or is there a reason for you still holding me down, you already know that I'm not going to try anything, not at the moment." Hannibal sent another smile her way. "All you need do is ask..." Clarice was about to speak, when he continued. "Nicely of cause." Hannibal enjoyed the situation. He never would never think Clarice would ask him to kiss her, no not until she couldn't wait anymore; the question was how long he could wait.
Clarice was slowly beginning to stir, she was quickly reminded of the hurt in her back and the bruises from her fight and she was in a car. Clarice shakes her head trying to get the fog to disappear. Unsuccessful.
"Where am I?" the question wasn't directed to anyone, it was thrown out in the air to whom ever was driving the vehicle she was in. Clarice was suddenly afraid that it was the trucker who had taken her, till she reminded her self that he was dead, she saw him dying.
Clarice again shook her head, but her sight remained blurry. A metallic voice came through the fog. "Ahh I see that you are awake. I hope you are feeling better." Hannibal turned his face to look at her, giving her a smile. "Where are we?" Clarice didn't like not knowing where she was, and why she wasn't at her new home. "I'm afraid that we had to leave Clarice." Clarice's head still wasn't clear enough to know what he was talking about. "Why?" It was a simply question, and Hannibal realize that she still wasn't fully awake. "I do think we drew attention to our selves. It was better to better to leave now then take any chances my dear."
Clarice felt woozy again and suddenly she had to throw up.. "Pull over." Hannibal saw that she was going sick. "NOW" It didn't take long, the car didn't hold completely still when Clarice open the door and cast her self out, while throwing up.
It suddenly hit Clarice that she had been drugged and what ever it was, her stomach didn't like it. Her anger found way through the fog and wooziness. He had done it again. Clarice wasn't interested in the reason he had for doing it, all she wanted to yell at him, making sure that he wouldn't drug her again with out her knowing.
Hannibal heard how she slowly got control of her stomach, but she didn't return to the car, which he didn't understand. He took some water bottle from the backseat and got out of the car. The night air was refreshing after having been in the car for a couple of hours.
"Clarice are you okay?" there where no answer and no Clarice. Hannibal looked again, his vision was better then the average but she was no where in sight. "Clarice?" Hannibal was on the ground before he knew what hit him.
"You did it, didn't you?" Hannibal was lying with his face down, and a very angry Clarice was sitting on his back, her legs held his arms. Hannibal knew instantly what Clarice was talking about and that she really wasn't at all interested in asking why questions. "Yes." Hannibal spoke down in the dirt. He didn't fight her; he knew that he could easily turn the advantage.
Clarice didn't move, she was to angry to. Hannibal used this and in a matter of a second Clarice was under Hannibal, but lying on her back. Hannibal's maroon eyes was glowing in the night. Hannibal pushed Clarice even further down in the ground with his weight.
"Clarice." Hannibal hissed her name, but there was no anger in his voice. He held her hands over her head so that is was completely impossible for Clarice to move. Clarice began to struggle, though it was in vain. Hannibal put more force in his grip. "Don't try my patience Clarice." There was a glimt in his eyes, he meant to be taken seriously, but there was also a challenge wrapped in his voice. Clarice kept at it, until she was drained and tired.
When the anger left Clarice, she felt strangely aroused by the whole situation. She felt the whole length of Hannibal on top of her, and she could tell that he to was aroused. "don't you have infinite patience Dr. Lecter." She emphasized his name, knowing that it to some extent might irritate Hannibal. Alas no luck. Instead she got a smile.
"You are figthsty aren't you my dear." That was it for Clarice, she gave all she got, but it didn't do a thing, Hannibal didn't move and neither did Clarice. "Let go of me Dr. Lecter." Clarice was red faced of exhaustion, and there was no more strength to fight Hannibal.
Hannibal just looked at Clarice, his face telling her nothing, Clarice found herself being more and more aroused, and the tubing as the blood ran to her head, made it difficult to hear anything else around them. Clarice broke the eye contact and looked at his lips.
Hannibal could see and smell her lust for him it was exhilarating and drove him to the edge of his control. He looked at her, wondering if he should kiss her, the last few days they have spent together, had been very interesting, yet he had only touched her while she was either sleeping or as late passed out. Now that he had her, he wanted to kiss her, but couldn't, he wanted her to take the first step, he wanted her, to realize that he was hers and have been so since they first met, and the she was his. He didn't feel possessive; he knew that she would never find someone who knew her as he did. They may not have made love physically, but he had made love to her mind several times.
He never doubted that he would have her in every way, but now that he had the opportunity he wanted to savor it, so that he could save it in his memory palace.
Clarice was at the edge where she couldn't take anymore, she wanted him, she had waited so long, and now he was dragging the moment to last an eternity, it was unbearable and unacceptable.
"How long are we supposed to be lying here?" Clarice was sounding more annoyed then she was, she was frustrated. "Getting tired of me so soon my dear?" Clarice had had it. "I hate to sound to prudent, but when are you going to kiss me?" Hannibal was surprise, for a moment he had forgotten how direct she could be. "Well when you ask me." It was Clarice turn to be surprised, all this time she had thought he had done it to be annoying, to test how fare she would go.
But Clarice was suddenly determent to put Hannibal's patience to a test, no, no matter how much she wanted it, she was going to wait till it was he who demanded it from her, if that was the game he was playing then so be it.
"Are you going to let of me, or is there a reason for you still holding me down, you already know that I'm not going to try anything, not at the moment." Hannibal sent another smile her way. "All you need do is ask..." Clarice was about to speak, when he continued. "Nicely of cause." Hannibal enjoyed the situation. He never would never think Clarice would ask him to kiss her, no not until she couldn't wait anymore; the question was how long he could wait.