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A/N okay here it is, a bit late I will admit, but you know the saying better late than never. The previous chapters have been dusted off and some of the mistakes have been corrected. I would also like to thank a friend who have helped this story through all it's rough times. And thanks to all who have reviewed my story so far. So here it is..... ENJOY!!!
Chapter Four
Clarice woke up several hours later. She opened her eyes and saw how the room was filled with a soft golden light and the scent of lavender from the candles that were lit around the room.
For the briefest moment, she thought it had all been a dream, that Dr. Lecter's presence had been a figment of her imagination. Clarice searched for traces of him and found that the pillow had an impression of his head and knew that he had been there, next to her, just as she had asked. Clarice buried her nose in the pillow and inhaled the scent that was so uniquely his.
It surprised Clarice that she had asked, but now, in light of recent events, she wished that she had been awake while he had been there with her. A flush made its way to her face, her thoughts were taking a direction she had long forgotten but now they reminded her of their existence. Clarice brought her hand up and let it rest on the pillow. A powerful longing filled her soul unlike anything she had ever felt before, it bordered on pain. She closed her eyes, picturing him as he had been in her dream.
Time passed without Clarice acknowledging it, she walked to the window lost in thought gazing out into the night, the moon and stars vying for supremacy in the clear night sky. She felt no chill; the scented candles provided a warm and cozy atmosphere. She was aware of Dr. Lecter the second he entered the room. She turned around and met his eyes; those deep maroon eyes she could lose herself in so easily.
To Hannibal, she was like a vision from a dream. Clarice was clad in silver moonlight making her, as impossible as it seemed to him, even more beautiful as she stood before him in her cream coloured nightgown, her auburn hair cascading down. It was a dream he had many years ago in a dungeon, a place where he had been without pleasant dreams for such a long time. Clarice had been his salvation when he thought he would have none. She had been a breath of fresh air that he had been granted for reasons he didn't grasp; and now, she would be his.
Clarice suddenly noticed that she had been holding her breath. She let it out in a sigh that carried with it his given name. Their eyes remained locked on each other's. She had no idea if she had said his name out loud or if she had merely imagined doing so. Her thinking was unnaturally slow yet it didn't bother her. She focused on remembering how to breathe.
He approached her. In his eyes, there was passion, desire, pure lust and something else. Clarice couldn't look away from his captivating eyes. She found herself being pressed up against his chest. His body threatened to make her lose herself, forgetting who he was, what he was, the world around her, and to lose herself in a world of desire, pleasure and passion that had been building within her for the past decade.
He ran his hands lightly up her arms, settling them on her shoulders then drawing her closer, dangerously closer, pressing her even tighter to his strong, hard body. Only mere millimetres separated their lips and they breathed the same air. His hand moved up to her cheek and trailed down to her lips as he drew back to allow some space between them, though his body remained close to hers.
He studied her closely. "Are your injuries troubling you in any way?"
"No," Clarice answered. "Only some minor twinges."
Clarice thought of the other twinges she was feeling that moment that had nothing to do with any injury and blushed. This was so new in her experience: this passion, this feeling that threatened to consume her.
"Clarice..." he said her name unlike any other had before. His voice was so filled with such tenderness and love. Clarice could have melted right there had his strong arms not been around her.
"Hannibal......" Clarice did not get a chance to say anything else, he captured her lips and silenced her.
They fed off and devoured each other, but still it was not enough. He held her firmly against his body, needing to feel that she was real, needing to feel that she was his, body and soul. Clarice lost herself in his hot kisses and his warm embrace. Clothes became an annoying obstacle. Clarice fumbled with the buttons and tugged at his shirt, to finally slide her hands up his bared chest, feeling his heat, pushing the shirt off his shoulders, which fell unnoticed to the floor. Hannibal deepened the kiss and all rational thought became impossible. Their mouths performed a dance of seduction, his tongue stroked and teased hers; all the while moving her towards the bed.
Hannibal lifted his hands from their place on her hips to her shoulders. He worked the straps of her gown off and held her eyes for a brief moment before the gown slid down her body to puddle on the floor, revealing to him the perfect body of Clarice. Though he had seen her nakedness before, it had never been with her consent or awareness. He was unprepared for the rush of emotions that hit him and his breath hiked in his throat. "You are magnificent, Clarice. You are truly a goddess amongst mortals and gods alike." His voice was deep with arousal and emotion. His hand came up to cup her breast as he bestowed another thrilling kiss. His other hand found its way to her lower back as he gently lay her on the bed, carefully covering her naked body with his half-dressed one. Clarice welcomed the feel of his body against her own and her arms encircled him while pressing her body up to meet his more fully.
He kissed her soft lips, the contours of her face and her throat. His tongue sought out her already erect nipples, as he drew them into his hot mouth. Clarice let out a moan, arching her back. Hannibal's hand made its way down past her navel and slipped into the moistened folds, his fingers stroking and exploring her. Clarice gasped and writhed under his ministrations.
He clasped her to him, kissing her hard, letting her know how great his need for her was. Clarice looked into his eyes, her need for him shining through. Years of repressed desire and intense love fuelled the flames as the fire grew to an inferno, engulfing both of them in a world of their own. Nothing else existed but the pleasure they were giving and receiving.
With a natural grace, he shed the remainder of his clothes, then returned to the embrace of the woman he loved, kissing her deeply as he penetrated her. They shared a moment of utter stillness, where it seemed like even the molecules in the air stood still. He started moving again, slowly at first, letting her get used to him. But soon the sensation of her moist warmth, her gentle cries of pleasure as he touched her within, caused him to move with a reckless abandon. Clarice's hips joined his in the most primal of all dances, as their climaxes shook their bodies. Her name slipped from his lips as he collapsed beside her.
They laid in silence, catching their breath. He drew her to him as he covered them with a blanket. Hannibal stared at the ceiling, contemplating his choices. He loved her deeply, but the life he led was dangerous. His heart felt like lead. He could not offer her to live like that, but he knew he could not let her go either. He would not let her go!
Unaware of the expressions that had passed over his face, Clarice saw the decision he was about to make. She rose on one elbow looking down on him, with resolution on her face. Her fingers came to rest on his lips as he looked into her eyes.
"I love you, Hannibal Lecter, and I will not allow us to be parted, not until death do us part," Clarice whispered before placing a searing kiss on her lover's lips that left no room for doubt of her feelings for him. It took him mere seconds to understand her words, to finally believe that she was his and that she loved him. Somewhere deep inside he had feared that she would ask him to stop and leave him. Her words had forever sealed her fate to his and though it was sealed so many years ago, there was no going back now. He wondered if there ever had been....
The morning sun was rising, casting its light through the window banishing the dark. It was a new day, a new beginning. He had his love with him now and though they would always be sought after, they would always be together, living in their own world, sharing their love.
As Clarice watched him standing near the window, she felt such a joy over their new life and the future they would embark on together. As she let her love for Hannibal flow through her, filling her, embracing him and being returned, she knew that there would be no more tears.
~ ~ ~
The first time I loved forever
Was when you whispered my name
And I knew at once you loved me
For the me of who I am
The first time I loved forever
I cast all else aside
And I bid my heart to follow
Be there no more need to hide
And if wishes and dreams are merely for children
And if love's a tale for fools
I'll live the dream with you
For all my life and forever
There's a truth I'll always know
When my world divides and shatters
Your love is where I'll go.
From Beauty and the beast television series.
~~FINI~~
A/N okay here it is, a bit late I will admit, but you know the saying better late than never. The previous chapters have been dusted off and some of the mistakes have been corrected. I would also like to thank a friend who have helped this story through all it's rough times. And thanks to all who have reviewed my story so far. So here it is..... ENJOY!!!
Chapter Four
Clarice woke up several hours later. She opened her eyes and saw how the room was filled with a soft golden light and the scent of lavender from the candles that were lit around the room.
For the briefest moment, she thought it had all been a dream, that Dr. Lecter's presence had been a figment of her imagination. Clarice searched for traces of him and found that the pillow had an impression of his head and knew that he had been there, next to her, just as she had asked. Clarice buried her nose in the pillow and inhaled the scent that was so uniquely his.
It surprised Clarice that she had asked, but now, in light of recent events, she wished that she had been awake while he had been there with her. A flush made its way to her face, her thoughts were taking a direction she had long forgotten but now they reminded her of their existence. Clarice brought her hand up and let it rest on the pillow. A powerful longing filled her soul unlike anything she had ever felt before, it bordered on pain. She closed her eyes, picturing him as he had been in her dream.
Time passed without Clarice acknowledging it, she walked to the window lost in thought gazing out into the night, the moon and stars vying for supremacy in the clear night sky. She felt no chill; the scented candles provided a warm and cozy atmosphere. She was aware of Dr. Lecter the second he entered the room. She turned around and met his eyes; those deep maroon eyes she could lose herself in so easily.
To Hannibal, she was like a vision from a dream. Clarice was clad in silver moonlight making her, as impossible as it seemed to him, even more beautiful as she stood before him in her cream coloured nightgown, her auburn hair cascading down. It was a dream he had many years ago in a dungeon, a place where he had been without pleasant dreams for such a long time. Clarice had been his salvation when he thought he would have none. She had been a breath of fresh air that he had been granted for reasons he didn't grasp; and now, she would be his.
Clarice suddenly noticed that she had been holding her breath. She let it out in a sigh that carried with it his given name. Their eyes remained locked on each other's. She had no idea if she had said his name out loud or if she had merely imagined doing so. Her thinking was unnaturally slow yet it didn't bother her. She focused on remembering how to breathe.
He approached her. In his eyes, there was passion, desire, pure lust and something else. Clarice couldn't look away from his captivating eyes. She found herself being pressed up against his chest. His body threatened to make her lose herself, forgetting who he was, what he was, the world around her, and to lose herself in a world of desire, pleasure and passion that had been building within her for the past decade.
He ran his hands lightly up her arms, settling them on her shoulders then drawing her closer, dangerously closer, pressing her even tighter to his strong, hard body. Only mere millimetres separated their lips and they breathed the same air. His hand moved up to her cheek and trailed down to her lips as he drew back to allow some space between them, though his body remained close to hers.
He studied her closely. "Are your injuries troubling you in any way?"
"No," Clarice answered. "Only some minor twinges."
Clarice thought of the other twinges she was feeling that moment that had nothing to do with any injury and blushed. This was so new in her experience: this passion, this feeling that threatened to consume her.
"Clarice..." he said her name unlike any other had before. His voice was so filled with such tenderness and love. Clarice could have melted right there had his strong arms not been around her.
"Hannibal......" Clarice did not get a chance to say anything else, he captured her lips and silenced her.
They fed off and devoured each other, but still it was not enough. He held her firmly against his body, needing to feel that she was real, needing to feel that she was his, body and soul. Clarice lost herself in his hot kisses and his warm embrace. Clothes became an annoying obstacle. Clarice fumbled with the buttons and tugged at his shirt, to finally slide her hands up his bared chest, feeling his heat, pushing the shirt off his shoulders, which fell unnoticed to the floor. Hannibal deepened the kiss and all rational thought became impossible. Their mouths performed a dance of seduction, his tongue stroked and teased hers; all the while moving her towards the bed.
Hannibal lifted his hands from their place on her hips to her shoulders. He worked the straps of her gown off and held her eyes for a brief moment before the gown slid down her body to puddle on the floor, revealing to him the perfect body of Clarice. Though he had seen her nakedness before, it had never been with her consent or awareness. He was unprepared for the rush of emotions that hit him and his breath hiked in his throat. "You are magnificent, Clarice. You are truly a goddess amongst mortals and gods alike." His voice was deep with arousal and emotion. His hand came up to cup her breast as he bestowed another thrilling kiss. His other hand found its way to her lower back as he gently lay her on the bed, carefully covering her naked body with his half-dressed one. Clarice welcomed the feel of his body against her own and her arms encircled him while pressing her body up to meet his more fully.
He kissed her soft lips, the contours of her face and her throat. His tongue sought out her already erect nipples, as he drew them into his hot mouth. Clarice let out a moan, arching her back. Hannibal's hand made its way down past her navel and slipped into the moistened folds, his fingers stroking and exploring her. Clarice gasped and writhed under his ministrations.
He clasped her to him, kissing her hard, letting her know how great his need for her was. Clarice looked into his eyes, her need for him shining through. Years of repressed desire and intense love fuelled the flames as the fire grew to an inferno, engulfing both of them in a world of their own. Nothing else existed but the pleasure they were giving and receiving.
With a natural grace, he shed the remainder of his clothes, then returned to the embrace of the woman he loved, kissing her deeply as he penetrated her. They shared a moment of utter stillness, where it seemed like even the molecules in the air stood still. He started moving again, slowly at first, letting her get used to him. But soon the sensation of her moist warmth, her gentle cries of pleasure as he touched her within, caused him to move with a reckless abandon. Clarice's hips joined his in the most primal of all dances, as their climaxes shook their bodies. Her name slipped from his lips as he collapsed beside her.
They laid in silence, catching their breath. He drew her to him as he covered them with a blanket. Hannibal stared at the ceiling, contemplating his choices. He loved her deeply, but the life he led was dangerous. His heart felt like lead. He could not offer her to live like that, but he knew he could not let her go either. He would not let her go!
Unaware of the expressions that had passed over his face, Clarice saw the decision he was about to make. She rose on one elbow looking down on him, with resolution on her face. Her fingers came to rest on his lips as he looked into her eyes.
"I love you, Hannibal Lecter, and I will not allow us to be parted, not until death do us part," Clarice whispered before placing a searing kiss on her lover's lips that left no room for doubt of her feelings for him. It took him mere seconds to understand her words, to finally believe that she was his and that she loved him. Somewhere deep inside he had feared that she would ask him to stop and leave him. Her words had forever sealed her fate to his and though it was sealed so many years ago, there was no going back now. He wondered if there ever had been....
The morning sun was rising, casting its light through the window banishing the dark. It was a new day, a new beginning. He had his love with him now and though they would always be sought after, they would always be together, living in their own world, sharing their love.
As Clarice watched him standing near the window, she felt such a joy over their new life and the future they would embark on together. As she let her love for Hannibal flow through her, filling her, embracing him and being returned, she knew that there would be no more tears.
~ ~ ~
The first time I loved forever
Was when you whispered my name
And I knew at once you loved me
For the me of who I am
The first time I loved forever
I cast all else aside
And I bid my heart to follow
Be there no more need to hide
And if wishes and dreams are merely for children
And if love's a tale for fools
I'll live the dream with you
For all my life and forever
There's a truth I'll always know
When my world divides and shatters
Your love is where I'll go.
From Beauty and the beast television series.
~~FINI~~