Despite gunning it all the way it took longer than I expected. It was late, the setting sun turned the sky red as I made my way into the cheap motel room I got for the night. l wanted to be ready to face Chilton tomorrow.

He was going to be a challenge.

The room was dark but clean it would suit my needs as it was only a ten-minute drive from the hospital that held my beast. After locking the door and drawing the curtains shut, I began stripping, slow and precise.

A show the good doctor would appreciate. Chilton too, most likely.

Standing bare in front of the bathroom mirror, the harsh light created sharp angles and shadows all over my naked body. I wondered what he would think of me.

Would he like my body?

Would it excite him?

Just thinking about his piercing maroon eyes trailing over my skin made me shiver. I could feel his gaze moving over me.

Snapping out of my daydream I filled the tub adding a generous amount of lavender bath milk and some scented oils I'd bought especially. Nothing too harsh, his heightened sense of smell wouldn't appreciate that, but light floral scents.

Settling into the hot water I sank down until the water touched my chin, my hair floating like thin rivers of blood.

Just a few more hours.

I polished myself to the highest standards, I had made sure I was ready for anything he could throw at me. I trailed my fingertips over my collarbone, down my breasts resisting the urge to play with my hardened nipples. I let my fingers drift over my stomach and down my thighs purposefully avoiding the place I ached most.

No, that would be for him and him alone.

Well, maybe.

It took me a while to come to terms with my attraction towards the serial killer, but I'd never seen him as a monster, not really. He had always been a man to me and a powerful one at that.

My lion had sunk his claws deep in me.

I don't know how long I was in the bath letting my imagination run away from me. It was long enough for the water to turn tepid and I wrapped my body in a towel, patting dry my hair. Sitting on the edge of the bed I pulled a cream silk nightgown from my bag. I thought of him when I bought it, the silk sliding over my body felt wonderful and I was sure he would approve. Settling back against the pillows, closing my eyes, I could hear his voice in my mind as sleep overtook me.

Just a little longer, Clarice.

The sun woke me, and I rose quickly as I had been trained to do in the academy. I chuckled lightly at that.

The academy.

The FBI.

None of it matters now.

I only wanted him, and nothing was going to get in my way.

Dressing in the sheer burgundy silk shirt, my lace bra barely visible, but visible enough. I didn't want to show it to Barney though, so I bought I tailored waistcoat to go over the top. I slid the zipper up on the black pencil skirt under which lay black Cuban stockings held up with a garter belt a matching thong over the top. A black velvet pair of Prada heels completed the look. I kept my make-up to a minimum only applying a light coat of mascara and a light coat of plum coloured lipstick that resembled a good wine, or even blood in the right light.

I curled and pinned back my hair, just enough to keep it off my face but not enough to stop him running his fingers through it if he wanted to. Turning my gaze to my appearance one last time, I deemed myself ready. Picking up my black handbag with my wallet and keys inside, although I purposefully let my cuffs and gun at home, it would show him I trusted him. I turned strode out of the door and towards the object of my desire.

I slowed the Mustang as I approached the iron gates that signalled the entrance into the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. As expected I was allowed straight in. The orderly at the desk told me Dr. Chilton was waiting for me in his office. My heels clicked on the polished floor as I knocked lightly on Chilton's door.

"Come in." His voice sounded quietly from the other side. I gently opened the door and stepped inside.

"Well, Agent Starling, it's been a while. I gather you wish to see Dr. Lecter again, but I wondered why? You caught your killer after all."

"Oh, Dr. Chilton there is no need for formalities now, you can call me Clarice if you like."

"Very well, Clarice, you can call me Frederick. However, I defer to my previous question, what do you want with Lecter now?"

"That is the million-dollar question isn't it Frederick."

I could feel his eye taking in my radically different appearance. His cheeks flushed as he moved his gaze away, his right hand shifted to his lap discreetly, but I saw it.

No doubt rearranging his erection.

Now, that was interesting.

I wonder how long it's been since he had a woman, with his obsession with Lecter I'd say he hasn't had a woman since the doctor was imprisoned here.

"Well, Frederick do you want me to be frank with you?"