Chapter Three:
Hannibal Lecter sat in his super charged jaguar thinking of Clarice as he awaited her return home. He had certainly received her kiss with surprise, it was more than he had hoped for but then she always did manage to surprise him. When had her inner battle of morality ceased? When had her perfect grasp on right and wrong shifted to what was right for her rather than the FBI agent within? Well he certainly intended on finding out.
Having decided he would have a look around her home, he exited his car and looked under the door mat for the spare key that he had seen her use many times. He had been to watch her frequently and had every image stored in his memory palace, many of them were of her as she was running, one of his fondest moments were of her bounding down the path in the rain. She had looked beautiful as the heavens opened and released their wrath upon her.
He breathed deeply as he entered her home, she was everywhere. He let her scent in through his nostrils to lie thickly on his tongue, he closed his eyes and savored it; a shuddering breath leaving his lips as he opened his eyes again; his pupils were dilated.
He bypassed downstairs and headed directly for her bedroom. It was a medium sized room with a normal double bed; the room was lacking personal things though he could tell instantly this was her private domain.
He walked to the wardrobe and opened it slowly, so he could savor the scent that was completely Clarice as it drifted from inside.
Once it was fully open his eyes examined the trousers and tank tops inside. Not much remotely feminine, but his eyes were drawn to the back of the wardrobe; he parted the clothes and smiled as expensive black material came into view.
The dress had a plunging neckline and the material whispered through his hands. He had hoped she had kept it; maybe he could persuade her to wear it again for him. He glanced down to see the Gucci shoes he had purchased for her were stored at the bottom of the wardrobe set apart in elegance by the muddy trainers and sensible shoes next to them. Dr Lecter shut the door as he heard the lock to the front door click open and heard the small footsteps of Clarice as she entered her home.
She was alone; fortunately, it seemed Miss Mapp had decided to stay at the club. Dr Lecter retreated into the shadows and waited as he heard her stumble up the stairs. She walked through the door, threw her purse onto the bed and walked through the adjoining door to the bathroom. Dr Lecter heard the shower running and imagined how she would look. He was foremost a gentleman and would wait until she had finished the shower before approaching her, whether she came out with a gown on or not was outside the realms of his control… The red of his eyes glinted as he smirked and settled down to wait.
As she finished her shower Clarice wrapped a towel around her and grabbed another one to dry her hair, she was rubbing it dry as she walked through the bathroom back into the bedroom.
Clarice sat on her bed and breathed a sigh at the thought of the events that had occurred tonight. She froze in the middle of said sigh as a certain scent had reached her, the spicy cologne she had breathed in earlier; held close to a strong, broad chest.
"Hello, Dr Lecter."
Dr Lecter smirked in the corner of the room; she hadn't turned around to face him. He walked over to her, knelt on the bed and moved the wet hair away from her neck to kiss it gently.
"Hello Clarice."