Beaten Chapter Eight
Author Note: HELLO AGAIN! I am back again and with me I bring you another chapter of 'Beaten'... all hail me!!
Clarice Starling felt her surroundings around her in fragments seconds before full waking hit her. Thus is the strange feeling of coming out of a deep sleep. As her eyes squinted against the harsh morning light the room seeped to her and as dreams were swiftly separated from dreams she felt her heart give a violent kick.
Turning to her left she saw the bed was empty but sitting at her small computer was Dr Hannibal Lecter seated exactly as he had been once in the asylum musing over his Christ clock patent. The difference was that in the asylum he had been wearing white pyjamas, and at present he was clad in little more that one of the white sheets off her bed wrapped around his lithe hips.
Lecter was bent reading the screen and his shoulder blades caused shadows on his otherwise unblemished pale back. Clarice felt a dizzying rush as the memories of the previous night hit her one by one, like sensual raindrops.
The tastes of his dark slightly rough lips on her own.
Her first sight of him naked lying on her bed.
His brilliant, dark eyes flickering over her and later the burning sparks that spun in them.
The feeling of him trembling in her arms.
He must have felt her gaze on him for he swivelled in the chair to face her. Their eyes met silently and intensely. Each was looking for something deep in the other. Starling searched for any disappointment or egret and found none. This only half satisfied her, she felt a tiny slick of clueless panic that he had not found their encounter as singular as she.
'Good morning, Clarice.' He finally broke the silence. She nodded in kind.
'What are you doing?' She enquired after a beat
'Oh, I'm sorry to invade your privacy but you received a quote' urgent message' in your email.'
Starling sat up slowly. 'What was it?'
Lecter turned to the screen for a second then back to her. 'It seems that your roommate, a Miss Mapp, has put forward the date of her return slightly due to accommodation problems.'
Starling cocked her head and stared at him steadily 'When exactly is Miss Mapp returning then?'
Lecter flicked his head slightly. 'Well...tomorrow'
Starling jolted. 'WHAT?! That's like a week early! What if she comes when you're..'
Lecter stopped her with open palms. 'Worry not, Clarice. I have successfully bought a few more days. I sent her a reply from you explaining everything about your 'specially weekend' with. Mr Brigham. She's ecstatic for you' His lips twitched slightly at this revelation and he stood up and came to her before she could start the stream of indignity that was brewing behind her scowl.
'I know it's a little unorthodox but atleast it has given us \a little more time, Clarice. She is rather hard to get around.
'As true as that is, I will not hear the end of this for weeks, you do realise that?'
He dropped his gaze and sat on the edge of her bed. Finally he looked up at her and his gaze was dead serious. 'You realise the fact we cannot be together. Not yet.'
She nodded steadily keeping his gaze. 'I know that.'
He watched her for a few beats then shuffled closer and gracefully swept his leg over her so he was straddling her through both his sheet and hers. Their faces were only a matter of inches apart.
He placed one hand on her lower back and the other held her chin.
'You're so special, do you realise that Clarice?' He whispered to her before tilting her mouth to his waiting lips.
She pulled away and held his face in her own hands. She flickered her eyes over his beautiful face, dark eyes bright yet languid, loose waves of hair flowing over his ears and resting on his fine European cheekbones.
'Special.' She whispered back, contemplating. 'Thank-you Hannibal.'
He smiled and tilted his mouth again letting her come to him this time. As their lips were exploring, he wriggled his body under her sheet and she lowered his sheet so they could feel each other fully as they rolled under the sheets.
As their breathing quickened, their movements slow and they took their time in exploring each other's bodies. Lips, hands, legs and feet were restless under the cover of the sheet brushing past flesh and grating against the sheet.
Finally, when the need in both of them was utterly desperate Hannibal Lecter rolled onto his back and braced his legs knees bent against the hot mattress. He silently invited Clarice to settle in the crook of his slick thighs and held her tight against his body as their lips found each other again and she stayed low along his fine form as his hips gave a slow thrust upwards.
They both held tight to one another as the intensity increased, hot breath on each others faces they emitted moans and whines nuzzled close to one another's ears. As the long awaited climax hit them simultaneously they pushed closer together and locked gazes as their souls soared.
They lay entwined afterwards in the cooing bed as their breathing returned to normal pace. Forehead to forehead they lay eyes shut just feeling each other and revelling in this forbidden fruit.
Deep inside Clarice Starling the tiniest movements were frantically taking place. So tiny she had no idea anything was going on at all. No idea they had just created another being.
Author Note: HELLO AGAIN! I am back again and with me I bring you another chapter of 'Beaten'... all hail me!!
Clarice Starling felt her surroundings around her in fragments seconds before full waking hit her. Thus is the strange feeling of coming out of a deep sleep. As her eyes squinted against the harsh morning light the room seeped to her and as dreams were swiftly separated from dreams she felt her heart give a violent kick.
Turning to her left she saw the bed was empty but sitting at her small computer was Dr Hannibal Lecter seated exactly as he had been once in the asylum musing over his Christ clock patent. The difference was that in the asylum he had been wearing white pyjamas, and at present he was clad in little more that one of the white sheets off her bed wrapped around his lithe hips.
Lecter was bent reading the screen and his shoulder blades caused shadows on his otherwise unblemished pale back. Clarice felt a dizzying rush as the memories of the previous night hit her one by one, like sensual raindrops.
The tastes of his dark slightly rough lips on her own.
Her first sight of him naked lying on her bed.
His brilliant, dark eyes flickering over her and later the burning sparks that spun in them.
The feeling of him trembling in her arms.
He must have felt her gaze on him for he swivelled in the chair to face her. Their eyes met silently and intensely. Each was looking for something deep in the other. Starling searched for any disappointment or egret and found none. This only half satisfied her, she felt a tiny slick of clueless panic that he had not found their encounter as singular as she.
'Good morning, Clarice.' He finally broke the silence. She nodded in kind.
'What are you doing?' She enquired after a beat
'Oh, I'm sorry to invade your privacy but you received a quote' urgent message' in your email.'
Starling sat up slowly. 'What was it?'
Lecter turned to the screen for a second then back to her. 'It seems that your roommate, a Miss Mapp, has put forward the date of her return slightly due to accommodation problems.'
Starling cocked her head and stared at him steadily 'When exactly is Miss Mapp returning then?'
Lecter flicked his head slightly. 'Well...tomorrow'
Starling jolted. 'WHAT?! That's like a week early! What if she comes when you're..'
Lecter stopped her with open palms. 'Worry not, Clarice. I have successfully bought a few more days. I sent her a reply from you explaining everything about your 'specially weekend' with. Mr Brigham. She's ecstatic for you' His lips twitched slightly at this revelation and he stood up and came to her before she could start the stream of indignity that was brewing behind her scowl.
'I know it's a little unorthodox but atleast it has given us \a little more time, Clarice. She is rather hard to get around.
'As true as that is, I will not hear the end of this for weeks, you do realise that?'
He dropped his gaze and sat on the edge of her bed. Finally he looked up at her and his gaze was dead serious. 'You realise the fact we cannot be together. Not yet.'
She nodded steadily keeping his gaze. 'I know that.'
He watched her for a few beats then shuffled closer and gracefully swept his leg over her so he was straddling her through both his sheet and hers. Their faces were only a matter of inches apart.
He placed one hand on her lower back and the other held her chin.
'You're so special, do you realise that Clarice?' He whispered to her before tilting her mouth to his waiting lips.
She pulled away and held his face in her own hands. She flickered her eyes over his beautiful face, dark eyes bright yet languid, loose waves of hair flowing over his ears and resting on his fine European cheekbones.
'Special.' She whispered back, contemplating. 'Thank-you Hannibal.'
He smiled and tilted his mouth again letting her come to him this time. As their lips were exploring, he wriggled his body under her sheet and she lowered his sheet so they could feel each other fully as they rolled under the sheets.
As their breathing quickened, their movements slow and they took their time in exploring each other's bodies. Lips, hands, legs and feet were restless under the cover of the sheet brushing past flesh and grating against the sheet.
Finally, when the need in both of them was utterly desperate Hannibal Lecter rolled onto his back and braced his legs knees bent against the hot mattress. He silently invited Clarice to settle in the crook of his slick thighs and held her tight against his body as their lips found each other again and she stayed low along his fine form as his hips gave a slow thrust upwards.
They both held tight to one another as the intensity increased, hot breath on each others faces they emitted moans and whines nuzzled close to one another's ears. As the long awaited climax hit them simultaneously they pushed closer together and locked gazes as their souls soared.
They lay entwined afterwards in the cooing bed as their breathing returned to normal pace. Forehead to forehead they lay eyes shut just feeling each other and revelling in this forbidden fruit.
Deep inside Clarice Starling the tiniest movements were frantically taking place. So tiny she had no idea anything was going on at all. No idea they had just created another being.