Chapter 35
Hannibal checked them in as husband and wife; Clarice liked the sound of that. She didn't speak though, her accent would give them away, and Hannibal wanted the clerk to think that they were Italians.
The motel room was rather nice, there was one king size bed in the middle of the room, a small table with two chairs, and a lamp. The bathroom was nice, though there was no tub. The whole room was kept in light tones with a wooden floor. Rather unusual for a motel.
The early morning light was shining in flowing the room. Hannibal carried the few bags that he had packed before they left.
"Why don't you take a shower and change clothes." He sat the bags near the bed, and looked at Clarice. "What will you be doing?" "I will find something to eat." With that Hannibal left the room, and Clarice went into the bathroom.
The hot water was creating a dream state for Clarice. She was relaxing, as she washed her hair.
Clarice stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around her, and cloaked in vapour that followed her into the main room. She was startled by Hannibal setting at the table, she hadn't heard him return.
He looked at her, draped in a white towel and her wet hair hanging loose. Their eyes locked. Hannibal's eyes gave nothing away of what he was thinking, Clarice knew he had seen her natural form back a Chesapeake, but she had been out. But now was different, she felt no discomfort with his eyes on her. a voice in the back of her mind took her on another trip in the past. "Don't you feel eyes moving over your body Clarice?" well she did now, and she hoped he liked what he saw. Yet he said nothing. He waited for her to her to make the next move, or rather he had no idea what she would do next. Would she be shy and dress in the bathroom or challenge his restraint by doing it in the same room, he hoped for the last.
Clarice sensed Hannibal's thoughts, or was it simply logic? Clarice didn't want to think about it at the moment, what she was more interested in was how, she should proceed to get him to make the first move with out making it too obvious. But then again, he probably already knew what she had in mind.
A/N. What do you think my dear reader, is it getting any better...? have you looked at version two? You should, I think it's rather a good point of telling..
Hannibal checked them in as husband and wife; Clarice liked the sound of that. She didn't speak though, her accent would give them away, and Hannibal wanted the clerk to think that they were Italians.
The motel room was rather nice, there was one king size bed in the middle of the room, a small table with two chairs, and a lamp. The bathroom was nice, though there was no tub. The whole room was kept in light tones with a wooden floor. Rather unusual for a motel.
The early morning light was shining in flowing the room. Hannibal carried the few bags that he had packed before they left.
"Why don't you take a shower and change clothes." He sat the bags near the bed, and looked at Clarice. "What will you be doing?" "I will find something to eat." With that Hannibal left the room, and Clarice went into the bathroom.
The hot water was creating a dream state for Clarice. She was relaxing, as she washed her hair.
Clarice stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around her, and cloaked in vapour that followed her into the main room. She was startled by Hannibal setting at the table, she hadn't heard him return.
He looked at her, draped in a white towel and her wet hair hanging loose. Their eyes locked. Hannibal's eyes gave nothing away of what he was thinking, Clarice knew he had seen her natural form back a Chesapeake, but she had been out. But now was different, she felt no discomfort with his eyes on her. a voice in the back of her mind took her on another trip in the past. "Don't you feel eyes moving over your body Clarice?" well she did now, and she hoped he liked what he saw. Yet he said nothing. He waited for her to her to make the next move, or rather he had no idea what she would do next. Would she be shy and dress in the bathroom or challenge his restraint by doing it in the same room, he hoped for the last.
Clarice sensed Hannibal's thoughts, or was it simply logic? Clarice didn't want to think about it at the moment, what she was more interested in was how, she should proceed to get him to make the first move with out making it too obvious. But then again, he probably already knew what she had in mind.
A/N. What do you think my dear reader, is it getting any better...? have you looked at version two? You should, I think it's rather a good point of telling..