Disclaimer: I do not own anyone. *takes Hannibal carefully out of her
backpack behind the couch*
A/N: You need to re-read chapter two for this to make sense, if you haven't already.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"What the fuck are you doing in my bed?" Hannibal's eyes snapped open. A very angry Clarice and a gun pointed directly at his head were the first things he saw. It took a few seconds for him to remember what had happened.
"Saving your life. Clarice, please, if you don't want to put the gun away, please point it somewhere else," Hannibal said, pushing the gun away. Clarice put it back where she it had been before.
"And how the fuck are you saving my life?" Clarice spat. Hannibal had to smile. She was definately getting better.
"Clarice, stop swearing. It's rude. And I was helping you because you looked as if you didn't get warmer sometime soon you would die," Hannibal answered. Clarice took a deep breath.
"You could've gotten some more blankets."
"You're already under all of the one's you own. The only other ones in the house were the ones in the guest room, but I was using those. Besides, you did stop shaking when I held you."
"Well, it did help. I mean, it's not like you're a block of ice. You do have body heat, just like everyone else," Clarice said.
"I'm assuming you're feeling better?" Hannibal asked, changing the subject.
"Yes. I think most of it was just being so cold," Clarice answered.
"That's what I thought... hoped. If you had been seriously ill, you would've had to go see a doctor which would prove quite difficult, me being who I am," he said.
"True. Do I have anything to eat that hasn't gone bad or been spilled all over the floor yet?" Clarice asked.
"I could make you a sandwich." Clarice nodded. "Peanut butter and jelly?" Clarice nodded again. Hannibal turned to leave. He was about to close the door when he heard Clarice say something. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. What did you say?"
"Thanks." Hannibal smiled and left, going downstairs to make the sandwich. He returned in a few minutes, the sandwich in one hand and a glass of water in the other.
"Thank you," Clarice said and took the food. She set the water down on the table and began to slowly eat the sandwich.
"Would you like me to stay or leave?" Hannibal asked.
"Stay. I want to ask you something," Clarice said as soon as she had finished her mouthful.
"And what would that be?" Hannibal responded.
"When you put the matches in the drawer, did you see the picture?" Clarice asked turning a shade redder than she normally was. So did Hannibal.
"Yes," he said hesitantly.
"What was your initial reaction?" Clarice asked, turning away. Hannibal wondered what to say. He could tell her the truth. Or he could not. Why not, he thought. I'll only be here for a few more days at the most.
"I was shocked. That must have been the last thing I expected to see there. I was also, however pleased. For whatever reason it's there," Hannibal stopped. "What?" he asked Clarice. She was staring at him like he was a complete and total idiot.
"You honestly don't know why it's there?" Clarice asked, amazed.
"Well, no, I have a guess. An educated guess. I guess that I certainly hope isn't wrong," he answered, looking at his feet.
"And what might that guess be?" Clarice asked.
"Well, it would be incredibly arrogant of me to say it, so why don't you just tell me," Hannibal said. Clarice snorted.
"You? Caring about arrogance? This has to be a first. But, I think I will help you out this once. Quid pro quo. You did, after all save my life."
"Yes, you saved mine back at Mason's."
"You also saved mine there too. Look, do you want me to tell you or not?" Clarice said, slightly miffed.
"Yes," Hannibal mumbled, still looking at his feet. Of the part of his face that Clarice could see, he was incredibly red.
"It's there," she paused. "It's there because... because... Oh, god. This is ridiculous. It's there because I love you." Hannibal looked at her.
"You can't be serious."
"Why else would it be there?" Clarice asked. "What did you think?"
"Well, actually, that is what I thought. Hearing it out loud is somewhat different from thinking it," Hannibal answered quietly.
"I know. Knowing that, what is your reaction?" Clarice asked, staring at him. Hannibal shifted slightly so he was looking directly into Clarice's eyes, the desire evident in his maroon eyes.
"I love you too," he said and kissed her. Despite that Clarice was almost positive that he was in love with her, she couldn't help but be surprised. But then when his tongue entered her mouth, she moaned into him and returned the kiss with equal passion. In a few minutes, they broke apart, staring into each others eyes.
"What are we supposed to do now?" Clarice asked.
"Wait for you to get better. I'll be in the guest room if you need me," Hannibal said and walked out, leaving Clarice sitting in bed wondering why he had left so suddenly. Not to mention, his tone of voice was polite, but the air about him was rude. Hannibal was never rude.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Review! Please review!
A/N: You need to re-read chapter two for this to make sense, if you haven't already.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"What the fuck are you doing in my bed?" Hannibal's eyes snapped open. A very angry Clarice and a gun pointed directly at his head were the first things he saw. It took a few seconds for him to remember what had happened.
"Saving your life. Clarice, please, if you don't want to put the gun away, please point it somewhere else," Hannibal said, pushing the gun away. Clarice put it back where she it had been before.
"And how the fuck are you saving my life?" Clarice spat. Hannibal had to smile. She was definately getting better.
"Clarice, stop swearing. It's rude. And I was helping you because you looked as if you didn't get warmer sometime soon you would die," Hannibal answered. Clarice took a deep breath.
"You could've gotten some more blankets."
"You're already under all of the one's you own. The only other ones in the house were the ones in the guest room, but I was using those. Besides, you did stop shaking when I held you."
"Well, it did help. I mean, it's not like you're a block of ice. You do have body heat, just like everyone else," Clarice said.
"I'm assuming you're feeling better?" Hannibal asked, changing the subject.
"Yes. I think most of it was just being so cold," Clarice answered.
"That's what I thought... hoped. If you had been seriously ill, you would've had to go see a doctor which would prove quite difficult, me being who I am," he said.
"True. Do I have anything to eat that hasn't gone bad or been spilled all over the floor yet?" Clarice asked.
"I could make you a sandwich." Clarice nodded. "Peanut butter and jelly?" Clarice nodded again. Hannibal turned to leave. He was about to close the door when he heard Clarice say something. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. What did you say?"
"Thanks." Hannibal smiled and left, going downstairs to make the sandwich. He returned in a few minutes, the sandwich in one hand and a glass of water in the other.
"Thank you," Clarice said and took the food. She set the water down on the table and began to slowly eat the sandwich.
"Would you like me to stay or leave?" Hannibal asked.
"Stay. I want to ask you something," Clarice said as soon as she had finished her mouthful.
"And what would that be?" Hannibal responded.
"When you put the matches in the drawer, did you see the picture?" Clarice asked turning a shade redder than she normally was. So did Hannibal.
"Yes," he said hesitantly.
"What was your initial reaction?" Clarice asked, turning away. Hannibal wondered what to say. He could tell her the truth. Or he could not. Why not, he thought. I'll only be here for a few more days at the most.
"I was shocked. That must have been the last thing I expected to see there. I was also, however pleased. For whatever reason it's there," Hannibal stopped. "What?" he asked Clarice. She was staring at him like he was a complete and total idiot.
"You honestly don't know why it's there?" Clarice asked, amazed.
"Well, no, I have a guess. An educated guess. I guess that I certainly hope isn't wrong," he answered, looking at his feet.
"And what might that guess be?" Clarice asked.
"Well, it would be incredibly arrogant of me to say it, so why don't you just tell me," Hannibal said. Clarice snorted.
"You? Caring about arrogance? This has to be a first. But, I think I will help you out this once. Quid pro quo. You did, after all save my life."
"Yes, you saved mine back at Mason's."
"You also saved mine there too. Look, do you want me to tell you or not?" Clarice said, slightly miffed.
"Yes," Hannibal mumbled, still looking at his feet. Of the part of his face that Clarice could see, he was incredibly red.
"It's there," she paused. "It's there because... because... Oh, god. This is ridiculous. It's there because I love you." Hannibal looked at her.
"You can't be serious."
"Why else would it be there?" Clarice asked. "What did you think?"
"Well, actually, that is what I thought. Hearing it out loud is somewhat different from thinking it," Hannibal answered quietly.
"I know. Knowing that, what is your reaction?" Clarice asked, staring at him. Hannibal shifted slightly so he was looking directly into Clarice's eyes, the desire evident in his maroon eyes.
"I love you too," he said and kissed her. Despite that Clarice was almost positive that he was in love with her, she couldn't help but be surprised. But then when his tongue entered her mouth, she moaned into him and returned the kiss with equal passion. In a few minutes, they broke apart, staring into each others eyes.
"What are we supposed to do now?" Clarice asked.
"Wait for you to get better. I'll be in the guest room if you need me," Hannibal said and walked out, leaving Clarice sitting in bed wondering why he had left so suddenly. Not to mention, his tone of voice was polite, but the air about him was rude. Hannibal was never rude.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Review! Please review!