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Beaten Chapter Seven-Dam Break
Clarice Starling stared at the man she had turned down the night before. At Hannibal Lecter curled on her couch, fast asleep.
What was she feeling? Regret? Worry? Or just an age-old weariness of everything?
He looked so ....vulnerable lying there. He was at her mercy.
As the morning light flickered through the blinds, it picked out the hollows of his ribs-she could see the broken one. It looked better. Fixing.
His broken body was fixing as their old relationship was breaking, shattering. It was give up or make it something more. Why did everything involving them have to be so complicated? True, her knowledge on relationships was not extensive but she had never encountered so many inhibitions. Was that a good thing for them, or bad?
She hadn't noticed how thin he was. She could see the hollows between his ribs and on his stomach. God, when had he last eaten? Not with her. How long had it been since either had eaten?
She would offer him something when he woke. Pulling a bottle of spring water out of the fridge she went to sit on the wooden porch where the sun had just started to warm the swinging chair. Stretching out, she let her eyes flicker shut and for the first time in days found herself relaxing.
She wasn't sure how long it had been when a shadow blocked her sun, bringing a chill over her.
"Dr Lecter?" she inquired, eyes still shut.
"Yes?"
She felt an odd thrill at hearing his voice without seeing him.
She opened her eyes and looked at his, dark against the light behind him.
"Should you be out here? You know..in public?" she asked.
He shrugged. "I doubt anyone to be out so early Clarice, and even if I am spotted-I hardly resemble my former image."
It was true. Half dressed in ripped clothes, taught torso peppered with fading abrasions, usually impeccable hair tousled and longer than usual, curls beginning to show behind his ears.
"May we talk?" she asked finally.
Sitting tentatively on the chair he curled his arms around his knees and faced her. "I think we have to, Clarice." He said gently, almost sadly.
They just stared at each other for what seemed an age before either was willing to break the charger silence.
Clarice stared eventually.
"About last night. I...it was just...'
"A little bit hasty? Presumptuous?" He asked softly
She looked into his cryptic eyes.
"Maybe hasty" She whispered.
He tilted his head slightly, lips pursing.
"So my actions were not presumptuous then Clarice? I have not offended you?" A pause. "May I enquire as to why, Clarice?" he asked softly.
"Why I am not offended or why I freaked out last night? She asked, a tad roughly.
"Have they not got similar motives?" He asked
She thought for a while then plunged. "I think it's because I am never offended by what I want, yet cannot indulge myself." A beat. " Not with you." She whispered.
His eyes questioned her when she finally met them.
"I'm scared of what has already happened." She muttered, shoulders slumping. Then she saw the end of this self-torture. In the new softness in his gaze she saw she could lessen her burden. Here goes nothing.
"I'm scared, Hannibal Lecter." She saw the spark in his eyes and was encouraged enough to take his curled hands in her own and pull him a little closer. Adrenaline throbbed in hr blood. And fear. "I'm scared because everything and everyone I have ever loved has hurt me. Has left me."
There it was. Her sole pain had been laid plain in a sentence for the first and last time ever.
His eyes darkened and his pale fingers tightened around hers.
And in that instant she knew she had found the same pain in himself. And in that instant she pulled him to her properly and touched her warm mouth to his dark lips in a promise that he sealed willingly.
When they pulled back finally he sighed gently against her lips.
Eyes searching-blue on maroon.
In his eyes she saw so many intensities swirling and fusing she picked up on the easiest one to be solves. "You're exhausted." She whispered, pulling a tendril of hair behind his ear.
"And filthy." He said smiling slightly.
"You could have had a shower if you'd just asked." She replied, smiling too. Both had lost a great burden and were exhilarated at the now promising future.
Clarice lay on her bed listening to the water run inside the bathroom. He had left her in the wicked sense of frustration.
Frustrated but blissfully happy. More free in herself than she had ever been. Surely this was all a dream, a fantasy. It was too good for her reality. She was Clarice Starling-the worker, the responsible one, the failure.
She had failed in the eyes of everyone. Everyone except the serial killer in her shower.
She found herself laughing, then to her surprise, crying.
Not big heaving sobs, but a flow of fat tears that wouldn't stop yet with each one leaving her eyes she felt a little better.
If she was really morning her old life it must be dead. Dead and gone. Forever.
"Are you alright?" The soft rasp of his voice cut through her confusion- clarified it.
He sat next to her lying form, stroking her hair as she cried.
She found some of Brighams squad clothes for him-just a black T-shirt and trousers but it looked good. Better than good.
He bent and placed another kiss on her lips, longer this time. She rose against his warm mouth and stroked the curve of his shoulder. She felt the wiry muscle of his arms and hands as he pulled her closer still.
And so the two Titans of either side of the law began to fuse into one unstoppable force.
Ardelia Mapp was waiting impatiently by the baggage terminal.
"Come the hell on! I wanna get home sometime today, okay?" She hissed at the trundling conveyer belt. Ardelia was looking forward to seeing Clarice again. She felt a little guilty for leaving her, she would have been alone all this time-unless she had gone Starling crazy and pulled some looker for a night or two.
Ardelia laughed to herself softly. Man, that girl was gonna be a virgin the day she died at this rate. She bet Clarice was still curled in her blankets having a lie in.
Back in Arlington, Clarice was curled in her blankets, indeed.
Hannibal Lecter lay on top of her, moving slowly, softly. Clarice buried her face in his neck making soft little noises.
A purple bag trundled round the corner.
"About God dang time!" Ardelia whooped gaining many a disapproving stare.
"Don't worry, Clarice. The girls are back in town!" She crowed, setting off for a taxi home.
Clarice was a million miles from worrying at the minute
Well there you have it. Tried to capture the final stages with Lecter and Starling with grace but fear have failed miserably....*grimace* Please tell me in all honesty if it's any good. Me hopes you enjoyed.
I may consider going on....if I get some feedback!! ...fruit baskets wouldn't go down a miss either!!
THANKS FOR READING!!
Thank-you so much for all the reviews!!! Have been prompted to upload this new offering so bribery cant be all bad huh?? LOL
Enjoy!
Beaten Chapter Seven-Dam Break
Clarice Starling stared at the man she had turned down the night before. At Hannibal Lecter curled on her couch, fast asleep.
What was she feeling? Regret? Worry? Or just an age-old weariness of everything?
He looked so ....vulnerable lying there. He was at her mercy.
As the morning light flickered through the blinds, it picked out the hollows of his ribs-she could see the broken one. It looked better. Fixing.
His broken body was fixing as their old relationship was breaking, shattering. It was give up or make it something more. Why did everything involving them have to be so complicated? True, her knowledge on relationships was not extensive but she had never encountered so many inhibitions. Was that a good thing for them, or bad?
She hadn't noticed how thin he was. She could see the hollows between his ribs and on his stomach. God, when had he last eaten? Not with her. How long had it been since either had eaten?
She would offer him something when he woke. Pulling a bottle of spring water out of the fridge she went to sit on the wooden porch where the sun had just started to warm the swinging chair. Stretching out, she let her eyes flicker shut and for the first time in days found herself relaxing.
She wasn't sure how long it had been when a shadow blocked her sun, bringing a chill over her.
"Dr Lecter?" she inquired, eyes still shut.
"Yes?"
She felt an odd thrill at hearing his voice without seeing him.
She opened her eyes and looked at his, dark against the light behind him.
"Should you be out here? You know..in public?" she asked.
He shrugged. "I doubt anyone to be out so early Clarice, and even if I am spotted-I hardly resemble my former image."
It was true. Half dressed in ripped clothes, taught torso peppered with fading abrasions, usually impeccable hair tousled and longer than usual, curls beginning to show behind his ears.
"May we talk?" she asked finally.
Sitting tentatively on the chair he curled his arms around his knees and faced her. "I think we have to, Clarice." He said gently, almost sadly.
They just stared at each other for what seemed an age before either was willing to break the charger silence.
Clarice stared eventually.
"About last night. I...it was just...'
"A little bit hasty? Presumptuous?" He asked softly
She looked into his cryptic eyes.
"Maybe hasty" She whispered.
He tilted his head slightly, lips pursing.
"So my actions were not presumptuous then Clarice? I have not offended you?" A pause. "May I enquire as to why, Clarice?" he asked softly.
"Why I am not offended or why I freaked out last night? She asked, a tad roughly.
"Have they not got similar motives?" He asked
She thought for a while then plunged. "I think it's because I am never offended by what I want, yet cannot indulge myself." A beat. " Not with you." She whispered.
His eyes questioned her when she finally met them.
"I'm scared of what has already happened." She muttered, shoulders slumping. Then she saw the end of this self-torture. In the new softness in his gaze she saw she could lessen her burden. Here goes nothing.
"I'm scared, Hannibal Lecter." She saw the spark in his eyes and was encouraged enough to take his curled hands in her own and pull him a little closer. Adrenaline throbbed in hr blood. And fear. "I'm scared because everything and everyone I have ever loved has hurt me. Has left me."
There it was. Her sole pain had been laid plain in a sentence for the first and last time ever.
His eyes darkened and his pale fingers tightened around hers.
And in that instant she knew she had found the same pain in himself. And in that instant she pulled him to her properly and touched her warm mouth to his dark lips in a promise that he sealed willingly.
When they pulled back finally he sighed gently against her lips.
Eyes searching-blue on maroon.
In his eyes she saw so many intensities swirling and fusing she picked up on the easiest one to be solves. "You're exhausted." She whispered, pulling a tendril of hair behind his ear.
"And filthy." He said smiling slightly.
"You could have had a shower if you'd just asked." She replied, smiling too. Both had lost a great burden and were exhilarated at the now promising future.
Clarice lay on her bed listening to the water run inside the bathroom. He had left her in the wicked sense of frustration.
Frustrated but blissfully happy. More free in herself than she had ever been. Surely this was all a dream, a fantasy. It was too good for her reality. She was Clarice Starling-the worker, the responsible one, the failure.
She had failed in the eyes of everyone. Everyone except the serial killer in her shower.
She found herself laughing, then to her surprise, crying.
Not big heaving sobs, but a flow of fat tears that wouldn't stop yet with each one leaving her eyes she felt a little better.
If she was really morning her old life it must be dead. Dead and gone. Forever.
"Are you alright?" The soft rasp of his voice cut through her confusion- clarified it.
He sat next to her lying form, stroking her hair as she cried.
She found some of Brighams squad clothes for him-just a black T-shirt and trousers but it looked good. Better than good.
He bent and placed another kiss on her lips, longer this time. She rose against his warm mouth and stroked the curve of his shoulder. She felt the wiry muscle of his arms and hands as he pulled her closer still.
And so the two Titans of either side of the law began to fuse into one unstoppable force.
Ardelia Mapp was waiting impatiently by the baggage terminal.
"Come the hell on! I wanna get home sometime today, okay?" She hissed at the trundling conveyer belt. Ardelia was looking forward to seeing Clarice again. She felt a little guilty for leaving her, she would have been alone all this time-unless she had gone Starling crazy and pulled some looker for a night or two.
Ardelia laughed to herself softly. Man, that girl was gonna be a virgin the day she died at this rate. She bet Clarice was still curled in her blankets having a lie in.
Back in Arlington, Clarice was curled in her blankets, indeed.
Hannibal Lecter lay on top of her, moving slowly, softly. Clarice buried her face in his neck making soft little noises.
A purple bag trundled round the corner.
"About God dang time!" Ardelia whooped gaining many a disapproving stare.
"Don't worry, Clarice. The girls are back in town!" She crowed, setting off for a taxi home.
Clarice was a million miles from worrying at the minute
Well there you have it. Tried to capture the final stages with Lecter and Starling with grace but fear have failed miserably....*grimace* Please tell me in all honesty if it's any good. Me hopes you enjoyed.
I may consider going on....if I get some feedback!! ...fruit baskets wouldn't go down a miss either!!
THANKS FOR READING!!