Disclaimer: The characters of Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling belong
to Thomas Harris. For now, I am only using them to try to entertain you.
Chapter One
"Would you ever say to me, stop if you loved me you'd stop?"
That question was always with Clarice Starling. Every minute of every day. That's all she would think about. Why didn't she say yes? Why didn't she return his kiss? It all came down to one thing. Morals.
Everything that happened that night was a disaster. From everyone's point of view. Including the late Paul Krendler. Yes she hated him. Yes she felt angered at what he said to her, but no one deserved that, for her to witness it was unjustly. One of her own and she just let it happen. She let Dr Lecter give Paul a lobotomy; she let him feed Paul his own brain. In addition, she had let him go.
This tore her up inside, she missed Dr Lecter terribly, and everything reminded her of him. Did he feel the same? Did he feel the emptiness she did?
She looked at her wrist. The wrist that had been handcuffed to Dr Lecter's hand. It still burned. Remembering the cleaver hit the chain, the jolt of pain that had been directed at Dr Lecter. She closed her eyes; a silent tear escaped her eye. It was a tear of pain. A tear of anguish. She opened her eyes, looking around her livingroom, it reminded her that she had earned nothing out of the ten years she had been with the FBI.
She got up from the sofa and made her way up to her bathroom. What she needed was a hot steaming shower to relax her. She switched the shower on and let it run a while, while she undressed. Taking off her sweatshirt and bra, she noticed the red little scar. Pain struck her again. Once she had stripped, she walked into the shower. Steam surrounding her tired and exhausted body. She sighed with contentment and started to wash her hair. The smell of lavender surrounding her senses. As she opened her eyes, there was a dream like air. Hot and steamy. She smiled a little. It was the first time she had smiled in weeks. Maybe she was cheering up. As she washed her hair, she believed that everything would be all right.
Dr Lecter picked the lock to her front door. He had waited until she had moved upstairs until he entered. As he walked in, he inhaled a long breath of air. He smiled at what he smelt. The unique smell of his Clarice. She was HIS Clarice. After everything they had been through. After the personal things Clarice had told him. She had trusted him. She was the first person to trust him since his incarceration. Every time he had a brief glimpse of her, his heart skipped a beat. Literally. At first he was scared. He didn't know what was happening to him. That was until he came to terms with his being in love with Clarice. They were meant to be together. They both knew it. Yes he had been surprised at her answer to his question at Paul Krendlers lake house, but that's what made her more special. She was too unpredictable. She was strong, she was a warrior. Things could have turned out differently, he could have been killed at masons, but she had surprised him yet again. She came to his rescue. His lips twitched into a smile at the small recollection.
He closed the door silently and listened for any movement. He heard the shower running. She was having a shower. He walked up the stairs silently not wanting to alarm her. Scaring Clarice was something he did not want to do. He ran his hand up her banister, touching something she must have touched also. He made his way to the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar. She had came out of the shower and was now wrapped up in a towel. She hummed softly as she wrapped her wet hair into another towel. She looked exquisite. Beautiful. He had been living off memories of her. How beautiful she had been. But dear god, it was nothing like being up close to her and actually seeing her. She smelled of lavender and soap. He felt as if he was in heaven, but how would she feel if she knew he was here? Would she call the authorities? Would she try to hit him over the head with something once again? She was unpredictable, and so he was surprised when she darted out of the bathroom and pinned him to the ground. She stared into those eyes. Those earth shattering eyes. He broke the silence.
"Clarice"
A/n : Well please review. It's taken me some time to think this story line up and actually go through with it.
Chapter One
"Would you ever say to me, stop if you loved me you'd stop?"
That question was always with Clarice Starling. Every minute of every day. That's all she would think about. Why didn't she say yes? Why didn't she return his kiss? It all came down to one thing. Morals.
Everything that happened that night was a disaster. From everyone's point of view. Including the late Paul Krendler. Yes she hated him. Yes she felt angered at what he said to her, but no one deserved that, for her to witness it was unjustly. One of her own and she just let it happen. She let Dr Lecter give Paul a lobotomy; she let him feed Paul his own brain. In addition, she had let him go.
This tore her up inside, she missed Dr Lecter terribly, and everything reminded her of him. Did he feel the same? Did he feel the emptiness she did?
She looked at her wrist. The wrist that had been handcuffed to Dr Lecter's hand. It still burned. Remembering the cleaver hit the chain, the jolt of pain that had been directed at Dr Lecter. She closed her eyes; a silent tear escaped her eye. It was a tear of pain. A tear of anguish. She opened her eyes, looking around her livingroom, it reminded her that she had earned nothing out of the ten years she had been with the FBI.
She got up from the sofa and made her way up to her bathroom. What she needed was a hot steaming shower to relax her. She switched the shower on and let it run a while, while she undressed. Taking off her sweatshirt and bra, she noticed the red little scar. Pain struck her again. Once she had stripped, she walked into the shower. Steam surrounding her tired and exhausted body. She sighed with contentment and started to wash her hair. The smell of lavender surrounding her senses. As she opened her eyes, there was a dream like air. Hot and steamy. She smiled a little. It was the first time she had smiled in weeks. Maybe she was cheering up. As she washed her hair, she believed that everything would be all right.
Dr Lecter picked the lock to her front door. He had waited until she had moved upstairs until he entered. As he walked in, he inhaled a long breath of air. He smiled at what he smelt. The unique smell of his Clarice. She was HIS Clarice. After everything they had been through. After the personal things Clarice had told him. She had trusted him. She was the first person to trust him since his incarceration. Every time he had a brief glimpse of her, his heart skipped a beat. Literally. At first he was scared. He didn't know what was happening to him. That was until he came to terms with his being in love with Clarice. They were meant to be together. They both knew it. Yes he had been surprised at her answer to his question at Paul Krendlers lake house, but that's what made her more special. She was too unpredictable. She was strong, she was a warrior. Things could have turned out differently, he could have been killed at masons, but she had surprised him yet again. She came to his rescue. His lips twitched into a smile at the small recollection.
He closed the door silently and listened for any movement. He heard the shower running. She was having a shower. He walked up the stairs silently not wanting to alarm her. Scaring Clarice was something he did not want to do. He ran his hand up her banister, touching something she must have touched also. He made his way to the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar. She had came out of the shower and was now wrapped up in a towel. She hummed softly as she wrapped her wet hair into another towel. She looked exquisite. Beautiful. He had been living off memories of her. How beautiful she had been. But dear god, it was nothing like being up close to her and actually seeing her. She smelled of lavender and soap. He felt as if he was in heaven, but how would she feel if she knew he was here? Would she call the authorities? Would she try to hit him over the head with something once again? She was unpredictable, and so he was surprised when she darted out of the bathroom and pinned him to the ground. She stared into those eyes. Those earth shattering eyes. He broke the silence.
"Clarice"
A/n : Well please review. It's taken me some time to think this story line up and actually go through with it.
