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Willow wasn't particularly naive, she had always been an intelligent girl. Before her parents passed, she had always been at the top of the class in her studies. And though she knew Hannibal Lecter wasn't the immaculate man he liked to portray himself as, she felt in her heart that he wasn't completely a bad man. The things Brian said whirled around her head, though slowly dulling from the pleasure the man was giving her instead. Willow gasped and softly moaned, her hands knotting into his hair while he worked his mouth over her body. Tongue and teeth touching, nipping and exploring every part of her flesh, bared to him like a sacrifice. She bit at her lips and pulled on his hair a little harder, his fingers coaxing more moans out of her as he pushed them deep inside of her.
It really had been too long since she'd last had sex, the feeling of pleasure that had long since been forgotten by her body, now washed over and overwhelmed her, lighting her inner core on fire. Removing his fingers and sitting back a bit, Hannibal opened a package and swiftly sheathed his cock with a condom. Grabbing her legs, he gripped under her knees and slotted himself between her thighs. Willow hungrily accepted the rough kiss he gave, their tongues dancing as he bent her legs a little more and rubbed himself against her wetness.
She clung to his shoulders and moved her hips a little with impatience. Complying to her wordless wants, Hannibal started push his way in, with slow ease as to not hurt her. Biting at his lips, Willow moaned softly, her nails lightly digging into the skin of his shoulders. The older man groaned softly, the tight walls clenching around him as he engulfed himself completely inside her. They kiss again, Hannibal pulling out slightly before pushing back in, to test the waters. He didn't want to move too fast, he knew she hadn't done this for a while. Taking her soft sounds of pleasure as a go ahead, he started to move, slow and steady, in and out. Willow moaned a little louder, feeling his hard length stretch out and fill her.
The whole session went past in a flurry of pleasure, colour and overwhelming feelings; Hannibal Lecter was by far the best she'd ever been with.
The moon half lit the room through a crack in the curtain, Hannibal sat in one of the arm chairs by the fireplace. Lighting up a cigarette, he continued to study the sleeping figure of the girl in his bed, she was truly a being of innocence; He had a strong urge to corrupt her, touch her more, inject his hate and spread his bad influence throughout her body, until she was just as dark and bitter as he was.
Sighing, a stream of smoke curled around him, making him look almost mysterious and deadly in the moonlight. Rolling his head and shoulders he tried to ease muscles and stubbed the cigarette out. Hannibal watched Willow a little longer before getting to his feet and quietly walked out of the room; closing the door behind himself he went instead, to his study. Picking up the house phone, he dialed a number off the top of his head.
"Matthew" Hannibal purred a little, in a joyous greeting. "Mason informed me you were home, in our meeting. How was your little trip to Delhi? Everything went well I hope." A small smirk played across his lips as he listened to the man on the other end of the phone speak. Matthew had been working for Hannibal for just three years since the age of nineteen, but the boy was among his most loyal; Hence why Hannibal had sent him to deliver two of the merchandise to his buyer in Delhi, they had been the two youngest kidnapped victims. Hannibal made a slight face at the thought, money is money and he was being paid a hefty amount. "Good, I'm glad. I do hope you took some time for yourself while you were there." He said and paced the room in a slow casual way, his bath robe loosely tied around him.
"I have a new job for you, Matthew, I don't care if you pay or threaten someone to do it, but this needs to be done as soon as possible." It would be the perfect gift for her, he thought to himself with a smile.
Willow groaned a little, her body ached slightly, it had been a while since she'd done anything as physically demanding as sex. Nuzzling her face into the pillow a little she wiggled back into the heat behind her. "Good morning." A low voice came from the heat source, raspy from sleep.
She smiled and moved herself so she was facing him, the arm that had been draped over her waist, tightened around her. "Good morning." She said back, soft and slightly breathless. Hannibal looked just as beautiful as he usually did, messed hair and the slight shadow of stubble suited him. He smirked at her, she swore he could read her mind sometimes; leaning her head up, she slowly and softly kissed along his jaw. The arm around her waist moved, as Hannibal started to run his fingers up and down the flesh of her back, following the curve of her spine.
Just as she was about to kiss his lips, the doorbell echoed up the stairs, making her jump out of the trance she'd been under. She heard Hannibal mutter something in another language, obviously annoyed at the interruption. "I'll be right back." He said, kissing the corner of her mouth before getting out of bed and pulling on his bathrobe. The bell went again, Willow smiled at the small frown forming on the mans face.
"I don't remember inviting you to my home, my instructions were clear on the phone last night, were they not?" Hannibal raised an eyebrow, his hand gripping the handle of the front door. "Sorry, sorry. I wasn't going to bother you, but you didn't answer your phone, what kind of boss doesn't answer the phone when his employees are in need?" Matthew tried to feign innocence, his mouth downturned to make himself look sad, though Hannibal could see the corner twitching in an attempt not to smile. Sighing, Hannibal stepped to the side and gestured for the younger male to come in. "Just be quiet, I have company." He said as he closed the door and led the way through to the kitchen. Matthew tilted his head a little, sneaking a look up the stairs as they passed them. "That's unusual, I don't think I've ever known you to invite a woman back to your home. Don't you usually book a room at a hotel or something?" Matt pulled himself to sit on a stool up to the breakfast counter. "My affairs are none of your business, coffee?" Hannibal offered, ignoring the glint of intrigue in Matthew's eyes. "Please. In truth, that's why I came." Hannibal narrowed his eyes, setting his percolator up to brew coffee for them both. "You disrupted my morning for coffee? Have I spoilt you too much?" Hannibal let a small amount of amusement lighten his words, he had always had a small soft spot for the boy. He put it down to the fact that Matthew reminded him of himself, when he was the boy's age.
"Maybe, but I can tell you now, that I've been dying to get my hands on your coffee since you sent me on that job. The coffee I had out there tasted like shit." Hannibal raised his eyebrow at the crude language, but let it slide. "Ya know the client, right?" Matthew continued to speak, he was always like an over excitable child with lots to say, after getting back from a job. "He tried buying me off too, wanted me to stay and join that shithole he calls a harem. I guess he likes anything young and with a pretty fa-" He stopped when Hannibal raised his hand, glancing in the direction the older man was looking in.
"Hannibal?" A voice called out softly as the kitchen door opened. "Oh, sorry. I didn't know you still had company." Matthew looked the woman up and down, she was wearing what was obviously one of Hannibal's shirts. She looked familiar, though he couldn't put his finger on it. "It is fine, would you like some coffee, Willow?" Hannibal asked, beckoning her into the room and to his side. She glanced a little between the two men and nodded her head. "Please, if it isn't too much trouble…" She felt a little self conscious about what she was wearing, was it showing too much?
"Nothing is ever too much trouble when it comes to you." Hannibal brushed some hair from her face and turned to take another cup from the cupboard. Suddenly clicking his fingers a few times, Matthew pointed at Willow. "Willow Graham!" She looked at him a little confused, side glancing at Hannibal, though he looked just as confused as her. "We were in the same class at school, before I was thrown out that is." Matthew smiled and looked her up and down again, ignoring his bosses disapproving looks as he did so. "Ah…I think I remember you…" She nibbled on her thumb nail, concentrating hard on remembering. "Err Matt...Erm…" She felt horrible not remembering his full name.
"Matt Brown." He finished for her, still smiling. He hadn't expected her to remember him at all, they had never spoken at school though he had been infatuated with the girl back in the day. He could still see great appeal in her. "I was thrown out while you took that long break…" He trailed off, remembering why she'd taken the break from school in the first place. Sensing the sudden discomfort between the two, Hannibal poured the coffee and placed a cup in front of them both. "What a small world it is." He commented, taking a sip from his own cup and wrapping an arm around Willows waist. He hadn't liked how his uninvited guest was looking at the girl, it was petty of him to act in this way, but he wanted to make sure the other knew who she belonged to. "Indeed it is." Matt said, smiling at the look of danger flick across Hannibal's face.
Jack didn't ask her where she'd stayed last night when she had met him at his office, she presumed he thought she'd been at Beverly's again. They stared at each other, a desk between them. "Are you sure you want to do this? I don't want to force you." Jack said. Willow wanted to roll her eyes, he had already guilt tripped her, a little forcing would top it off with a cherry. "I said I would help, Jack. Please don't keep asking me if I'm sure, you either want me in on this or you don't." Her voice shook with annoyance, the man tested her patience sometimes. "Then tell me, how will this work in our favour?"
Jack leant forward, determination and expectation written across his face. Willow avoided his gaze, finding a loose thread on her sleeve particularly interesting. "I suppose I will need to be taken to their homes, important places and the locations they were last reported being seen." Willow frowned a little, wrapping the piece of thread around the tip of her index finger until it turned white from the lack of blood flow. "I can't promise I'll be of any help, but I will see what I can do; after all, the live are harder to speak to." Will stopped playing with the thread and glanced up at the older man; Hope that she hadn't pissed him off lay heavy in the pit of her stomach, though she had only been telling the truth, only one of the victims had been found dead, for all they knew the others could still be alive. Abigail could still be alive.
Swallowing heavily, she look away from him again and down to the floor. "I'll arrange house visits for you starting tomorrow, I'll have Alana and one of the officers accompany you." Willow nodded in understanding, the weight of what she had agreed to was beginning to weigh on her mind already. "Do you think I could have Bev as my… Back-up? Erm, I mean…" She trailed off, trying to think of how to word it better. "Can I discuss the case with her, I might need her to help me understand something, or stop me from going mad." She mumbled the last part. "You know she's trustworthy, Jack."
He seemed to contemplate it for a moment, stroking his small goatee unconsciously in thought. "I don't see a problem with that, though Miss Katz may have to come in and sign a form or two. Her influence could help to bring out your ability more."
She doubted that, but nodded in agreement anyway. Anything to keep 'uncle Jack' happy, she reminded herself.