Chapter 50
When he returned he carried Mapp's body inside the cabin and up to one of the guestrooms. Making sure she would stay put he hand cuffed her to the bed and gagged her to insure her silence. Hannibal briefly wondered when they would notice that the lead dog had gone missing.
He then returned to see to his little Starling, whom was still sound asleep. Hannibal lowered him self down onto the bed next to her. As if Clarice was aware of the warm presence next to her she snuggled in, putting her head on his chest.
Hannibal found peace for the first time since Mischa had been taken from him. And tomorrow it would be the end of games. He would make sure that there would be nothing to stop them from being together, not even the ever- persistent agent Mapp. The only question was, would Clarice feel the same way, was she willing to take the steps that was acquired. She had come a long way for sure, but had it been personal, Mapp was after all her best friend.
Hannibal didn't like to think of it as a test of love or her loyalty. He knew where they lay already. No it would be a game, and it was sure to be fun, of that he was sure. He liked to watch his Clarice, her reaction. With these thoughts Hannibal drifted off.
When Clarice woke up some hours later, she was alone in the bed, but she knew that Hannibal had been next to her, she smiled to her self, they had shared a bed. Clarice liked that thought, and she liked it even more if she had been awake. Clarice silently cursed herself for falling asleep.
Clarice looked around in the room that laid bathed in lavish golden sunlight. The promise of a new day was favourable, and she got out of bed and started her search for Hannibal.
She found him in the kitchen, preparing what she thought to be breakfast. "Good morning" Clarice said with all the sun in world in her voice. "Good morning my dear, I trust you slept well."
"Mmmmm, very well indeed." Clarice went over to Hannibal who still had his back to her. She encircled her arms around him and step in close so that her body was in length with his. Clarice nipped at his neck, a growl escaped Hannibal, and her swiftly turned around so that he was face to face with Clarice. His lips were mere inches from Clarice's.
Time seemed to stand still; Clarice was drowning in the pools of his eyes. Hers silently begging for his lips to claim hers. "What is it you want Clarice, tell me, and don't lie or I'll know." Clarice swallowed and wet her lips. She looked away, finding comfort in looking at her feet. She couldn't say it. Though it was what she wanted more then anything in the world. His fingers coaxed her face upwards, forcing her eyes to meet his yet again. "Answer the question Clarice." His voice was low, a distant reminder of Memphis. Clarice's eyes were clouded with lust. And with the final wall coming down she found her voice. "I want you to kiss me." And he did just that. It was fiercer, filled more passion, with more love then Clarice had ever dreamt off. And it was returned just as fierce and an equal share of passion and love.
When both broke away for air, she saw that he was on the edge of his control. "I love you Hannibal." Nothing seemed to be more important then to say those words. "I've loved you since I first saw you."
Hannibal was please with his little starling. He held her tight. And whispered into her ear. "We are going to have a dinner guest tonight, I thought it only to perfect to celebrate the turn of events, wouldn't you agree my dear." There it was again, that wicked smile that should terrify her, yet it didn't. And she knew what he was not saying. But Clarice didn't care; there was nothing in the world if he wasn't in it, with her. "Yes, I think we have course to celebrate."
Hannibal was again pleased with her answer. "It would seem breakfast is ready.
When he returned he carried Mapp's body inside the cabin and up to one of the guestrooms. Making sure she would stay put he hand cuffed her to the bed and gagged her to insure her silence. Hannibal briefly wondered when they would notice that the lead dog had gone missing.
He then returned to see to his little Starling, whom was still sound asleep. Hannibal lowered him self down onto the bed next to her. As if Clarice was aware of the warm presence next to her she snuggled in, putting her head on his chest.
Hannibal found peace for the first time since Mischa had been taken from him. And tomorrow it would be the end of games. He would make sure that there would be nothing to stop them from being together, not even the ever- persistent agent Mapp. The only question was, would Clarice feel the same way, was she willing to take the steps that was acquired. She had come a long way for sure, but had it been personal, Mapp was after all her best friend.
Hannibal didn't like to think of it as a test of love or her loyalty. He knew where they lay already. No it would be a game, and it was sure to be fun, of that he was sure. He liked to watch his Clarice, her reaction. With these thoughts Hannibal drifted off.
When Clarice woke up some hours later, she was alone in the bed, but she knew that Hannibal had been next to her, she smiled to her self, they had shared a bed. Clarice liked that thought, and she liked it even more if she had been awake. Clarice silently cursed herself for falling asleep.
Clarice looked around in the room that laid bathed in lavish golden sunlight. The promise of a new day was favourable, and she got out of bed and started her search for Hannibal.
She found him in the kitchen, preparing what she thought to be breakfast. "Good morning" Clarice said with all the sun in world in her voice. "Good morning my dear, I trust you slept well."
"Mmmmm, very well indeed." Clarice went over to Hannibal who still had his back to her. She encircled her arms around him and step in close so that her body was in length with his. Clarice nipped at his neck, a growl escaped Hannibal, and her swiftly turned around so that he was face to face with Clarice. His lips were mere inches from Clarice's.
Time seemed to stand still; Clarice was drowning in the pools of his eyes. Hers silently begging for his lips to claim hers. "What is it you want Clarice, tell me, and don't lie or I'll know." Clarice swallowed and wet her lips. She looked away, finding comfort in looking at her feet. She couldn't say it. Though it was what she wanted more then anything in the world. His fingers coaxed her face upwards, forcing her eyes to meet his yet again. "Answer the question Clarice." His voice was low, a distant reminder of Memphis. Clarice's eyes were clouded with lust. And with the final wall coming down she found her voice. "I want you to kiss me." And he did just that. It was fiercer, filled more passion, with more love then Clarice had ever dreamt off. And it was returned just as fierce and an equal share of passion and love.
When both broke away for air, she saw that he was on the edge of his control. "I love you Hannibal." Nothing seemed to be more important then to say those words. "I've loved you since I first saw you."
Hannibal was please with his little starling. He held her tight. And whispered into her ear. "We are going to have a dinner guest tonight, I thought it only to perfect to celebrate the turn of events, wouldn't you agree my dear." There it was again, that wicked smile that should terrify her, yet it didn't. And she knew what he was not saying. But Clarice didn't care; there was nothing in the world if he wasn't in it, with her. "Yes, I think we have course to celebrate."
Hannibal was again pleased with her answer. "It would seem breakfast is ready.