Holy Night - The Full story
By Absolut.
Disclaimer: The characters of Hannibal Lecter, Clarice Starling and Ardelia Mapp do not belong to me, but to Thomas Harris. I'll turn them back when I've finished. No copyright infringement intended, no profit made.
Author' s note: This is a prequel to Holy Night, and mainly an answer to the very smart review by Morbid724, who asked very good questions. I wrote the previous version in two hours for a fic challenge, and did not have much time to enter in the details. So ... here is the whole story ... hope you enjoy it. R&R, please.
PS: Time line is the one of the book. Eye color of Hannibal is the one of the movie.
PPS to Morbid: THANKS a lot for having stimulated my diseased imagination.
Chapter one: December 25th, 1990.
" - Tell me, Clarice. Would you ever say to me: stop ... if you'd love me you'd stop.
- Not in a thousand years.
- Not in a thousand years ... That's my girl."
Hannibal looked at her as if he wanted to print every detail of her face in his memory. He bent his head towards her and his lips brutally pressed hers. Clarice gritted her teeth to prevent him from entering and her eyes shot at him with anger. But he went on and soon his tongue forced its way inside her mouth. Clarice chilled. He tasted so good ... a mix of wine and fine tobacco ... Her temperature went up, but she did not want to surrender. She resisted as long as she could but when his hand started caressing her spine on her naked skin she felt as if her whole body was burning.
He finally withdrew and she took a deep breath. Her hair was still trapped in the fridge and she could not go away. He smiled at her. There was something savage in this smile and in the way he looked at her. He bent his face down on her shoulder and started smelling her, licking her skin up her neck and then behind her ears. His hands had not stopped making their way down her back and were now softly stroking her buttocks under her dress.
She couldn't help moaning when he bite her earlobe. Her body arched and she planted her nails in his back. His hands left her back and came to her belly. Even through the delicate fabric of the dress she could feel the heat of the contact. His lips came back to hers and brushed them gently. It was a real torture.
Clarice put her hands on his chest and started unbuttoning his shirt. She had to touch him. She had to feel his bare flesh against her. She needed it. She needed it badly. As she was almost there, she felt him withdraw a bit. "No" she whispered. And she grabbed his shirt to pull him closer. He smiled at her and put one hand on the small of her back. "We've got to do something for this hair, Clarice". His voice was hoarse and his eyes were shining as if he had fever.
With his free hand, he reached to the handle of the door on the top of the fridge. She was caressing his chest now and it spoiled a bit his concentration. It took him a while to set back the handle but he finally made it and a second later she was free. But by that time, she did not want to be anywhere but where she was, against his strong body, overwhelmed by desire.
He put his hands on her thighs and lifted her. She put her legs around his waist, grabbed his neck with her hands and kissed him. She felt him move. He delicately sat her on the kitchen table and, not breaking the kiss, threw away whatever was on the table with his arm. The uproar echoed into her head. He got rid of his shirt quickly and unbuttoned his pants. She reached in and slipped her hands under his boxing short on his firm buttock. God, he was gorgeous.
When he bent over to undo her dress, she felt his arousal on her belly. He pushed her back and climbed on the table. She felt the weight of his naked body on hers. He started exploring her, with his hands, his mouth. Clarice felt as if a hundred fingers were running on her. Her heart was about to explode. "Now ..." she uttered. "Take me now ...". He pressed his mouth on hers. Clarice moaned. "Not yet, Clarice ...".
Every inch of Clarice body was on fire. But Hannibal pushed it until he could not stand it anymore. He wanted to taste every part of her. But he felt he couldn't restrain for so long. He finally entered in her. She arched up against him and her body followed his rhythm, slowly at first, then harder and harder, until they both reached their climax in the same second.
Hannibal rolled on his side. Clarice was breathless. She shivered when he put his hand on her breast and started caressing her nipples. She turned on her side and pressed her body against his, as tight as she could, as if she wanted to be part of him. He held her close and buried his face in her hair.
This is how sleep took them.
Hannibal woke up first. Even before he opened his eyes, the scent of Clarice still asleep in his arms reminded him of what had happened. He looked at her for a very long moment, keeping his breathing as slow as possible not to wake her up.
He had a look at the clock on the kitchen wall. It was almost dawn. He delicately pushed Clarice' s still body aside. She mumbled something in her sleep but he could not get the words. "Sleep, my angel." he whispered.
He stood up and gathered his clothes. The kitchen was a mess. He quickly dressed and went upstairs to Krendler' s bedroom. He picked up a clean blanket in the cupboard and went back to the kitchen.
She looked so peaceful. He had a last look at her beautiful figures before he finally resigned himself to cover her. He kissed her hand softly.
He had to go before she woke up. He only had a few hours left before Clarice would alert the FBI. He knew she would do it. Despite what had happened that night, he was certain she would not abandon her duties. She would always be the brave hunter he knew ... and he would always be the prey.
This night would be all he'd ever get from her and would remain the most extraordinary night of his life. He had been waiting for it for more than seven years, but it was worth the wait. He loved her and he would never love any woman again. She loved him too, even if she did not know it. But they could never be together again. This night was both the beginning and the end.
"Good bye, my love. May you find peace and happiness."
And he was gone.
To be continued. Thanks for reading. Reviews welcome ...
Absolut.
By Absolut.
Disclaimer: The characters of Hannibal Lecter, Clarice Starling and Ardelia Mapp do not belong to me, but to Thomas Harris. I'll turn them back when I've finished. No copyright infringement intended, no profit made.
Author' s note: This is a prequel to Holy Night, and mainly an answer to the very smart review by Morbid724, who asked very good questions. I wrote the previous version in two hours for a fic challenge, and did not have much time to enter in the details. So ... here is the whole story ... hope you enjoy it. R&R, please.
PS: Time line is the one of the book. Eye color of Hannibal is the one of the movie.
PPS to Morbid: THANKS a lot for having stimulated my diseased imagination.
Chapter one: December 25th, 1990.
" - Tell me, Clarice. Would you ever say to me: stop ... if you'd love me you'd stop.
- Not in a thousand years.
- Not in a thousand years ... That's my girl."
Hannibal looked at her as if he wanted to print every detail of her face in his memory. He bent his head towards her and his lips brutally pressed hers. Clarice gritted her teeth to prevent him from entering and her eyes shot at him with anger. But he went on and soon his tongue forced its way inside her mouth. Clarice chilled. He tasted so good ... a mix of wine and fine tobacco ... Her temperature went up, but she did not want to surrender. She resisted as long as she could but when his hand started caressing her spine on her naked skin she felt as if her whole body was burning.
He finally withdrew and she took a deep breath. Her hair was still trapped in the fridge and she could not go away. He smiled at her. There was something savage in this smile and in the way he looked at her. He bent his face down on her shoulder and started smelling her, licking her skin up her neck and then behind her ears. His hands had not stopped making their way down her back and were now softly stroking her buttocks under her dress.
She couldn't help moaning when he bite her earlobe. Her body arched and she planted her nails in his back. His hands left her back and came to her belly. Even through the delicate fabric of the dress she could feel the heat of the contact. His lips came back to hers and brushed them gently. It was a real torture.
Clarice put her hands on his chest and started unbuttoning his shirt. She had to touch him. She had to feel his bare flesh against her. She needed it. She needed it badly. As she was almost there, she felt him withdraw a bit. "No" she whispered. And she grabbed his shirt to pull him closer. He smiled at her and put one hand on the small of her back. "We've got to do something for this hair, Clarice". His voice was hoarse and his eyes were shining as if he had fever.
With his free hand, he reached to the handle of the door on the top of the fridge. She was caressing his chest now and it spoiled a bit his concentration. It took him a while to set back the handle but he finally made it and a second later she was free. But by that time, she did not want to be anywhere but where she was, against his strong body, overwhelmed by desire.
He put his hands on her thighs and lifted her. She put her legs around his waist, grabbed his neck with her hands and kissed him. She felt him move. He delicately sat her on the kitchen table and, not breaking the kiss, threw away whatever was on the table with his arm. The uproar echoed into her head. He got rid of his shirt quickly and unbuttoned his pants. She reached in and slipped her hands under his boxing short on his firm buttock. God, he was gorgeous.
When he bent over to undo her dress, she felt his arousal on her belly. He pushed her back and climbed on the table. She felt the weight of his naked body on hers. He started exploring her, with his hands, his mouth. Clarice felt as if a hundred fingers were running on her. Her heart was about to explode. "Now ..." she uttered. "Take me now ...". He pressed his mouth on hers. Clarice moaned. "Not yet, Clarice ...".
Every inch of Clarice body was on fire. But Hannibal pushed it until he could not stand it anymore. He wanted to taste every part of her. But he felt he couldn't restrain for so long. He finally entered in her. She arched up against him and her body followed his rhythm, slowly at first, then harder and harder, until they both reached their climax in the same second.
Hannibal rolled on his side. Clarice was breathless. She shivered when he put his hand on her breast and started caressing her nipples. She turned on her side and pressed her body against his, as tight as she could, as if she wanted to be part of him. He held her close and buried his face in her hair.
This is how sleep took them.
Hannibal woke up first. Even before he opened his eyes, the scent of Clarice still asleep in his arms reminded him of what had happened. He looked at her for a very long moment, keeping his breathing as slow as possible not to wake her up.
He had a look at the clock on the kitchen wall. It was almost dawn. He delicately pushed Clarice' s still body aside. She mumbled something in her sleep but he could not get the words. "Sleep, my angel." he whispered.
He stood up and gathered his clothes. The kitchen was a mess. He quickly dressed and went upstairs to Krendler' s bedroom. He picked up a clean blanket in the cupboard and went back to the kitchen.
She looked so peaceful. He had a last look at her beautiful figures before he finally resigned himself to cover her. He kissed her hand softly.
He had to go before she woke up. He only had a few hours left before Clarice would alert the FBI. He knew she would do it. Despite what had happened that night, he was certain she would not abandon her duties. She would always be the brave hunter he knew ... and he would always be the prey.
This night would be all he'd ever get from her and would remain the most extraordinary night of his life. He had been waiting for it for more than seven years, but it was worth the wait. He loved her and he would never love any woman again. She loved him too, even if she did not know it. But they could never be together again. This night was both the beginning and the end.
"Good bye, my love. May you find peace and happiness."
And he was gone.
To be continued. Thanks for reading. Reviews welcome ...
Absolut.