c:This chapter is the extra special chapter leading up to the MA chapter c: THERE'S SMUT NEXT TIME! YAY.

I jolt awake to the sound of my phone ringing non-stop, eyes squinting open to peer at my alarm clock. It's fucking six in the morning. Who in the sweet fuck? I shut my eyes, groping for my phone. It better be Will having a mental break down. I swear I'll kill anyone who isn't him on this god damn line…

"I swear to god, unless someone is dying, I will eat your limbs." I whisper, voice weak and cracked with sleep.

"With a nice wine based sauce, I'd hope." Oh, god damn it Lecter.

"It's six in the damn morning Hannibal. You don't see me for a week and then you call me at six in the morning." I find myself whining, still not able to open my sore eyes. I hear Hannibal laugh. He's too damn cute for me to even be mad at him.

"Have you been waiting for my call? Interesting." I hear a grin.

"Don't you be writing anything down on your psychiatrist note pad yet. And I've been doing a little waiting. I was hoping I'd get more delicious breakfast."

"If I knew you loved breakfast so much, we'd do it more often. But I'm sorry for having called you so early. Should I let you go?" Well, I'm fucking up now, man. Are these those quirks everyone finds in their partner? Fuck, man.

"Nah, I'm assuming you called for something important. You better have called for something important." I prod, a joking tone lacing my voice.

"Yes, I did, something of upmost importance. I haven't contacted you in the past week because I've been busy preparing a perfect dinner for the pair of us. I was hoping, if you weren't busy, I could pick you up and take you to my house for the evening."

"You drive me everywhere! I can drive, you know."

Hannibal chuckles.

"I'm aware. It's simply a kind gesture. I'd appreciate you taking the offer." I can practically hear his little pouting face.

"I'll take it," I grin, rolling over to the cool side of my bed ", what time?"

"I'll pick you up a six o'clock."

"Perfect," I smile to myself, pulling the covers up ", so why are you calling so early?"

"My first patient decided to not show up."

"How rude."

"I'm glad you agree. Most people try to tell me something serious may have come up. But nine times out of ten, they were too lazy to get out of bed. Book a later date if you can't manage to wake up. They're not only wasting my time, but the time of someone who needs me and can manage to wake up like an adult in the morning." It's the first time I've ever heard him angry. His accent is thicker and it's endearing.

"How long until your next appointment?"

"Twenty minutes."

"Whatcha gonna do until then?"

"Talk with you, if you let me."

"Oh," I chuckle ", okay then. So, any other reasons aside from dinner than you didn't come see me?" He laughs and I hear some rustling on the other line. I think he just sat down or something.

"You make it sound like I didn't want to see you. On the contrary, I've been meaning to come over but I didn't want to over step my welcome. I've been quite intrusive since we met."

"Not your fault, Will told you to be. Plus, I got used to it. I almost started to like it." I tease.

"Will did tell me, however I shouldn't have taken the advice… or perhaps I should have, considering the outcome." I hear a grin in his voice.

"And what's that outcome?" I snort.

"Well Celest, forgive me for any misinterpretation, but I thought… well, perhaps…"

"You don't wanna say date or dating, eh? Are we to old to be dating? Or having crushes on each other?"

"No, I wouldn't say that. Well, perhaps, when you put it in those terms it sounds very juvenile. But I'd like to believe we've grown rather fond of each other and… well, I can't seem to find the word for us."

"You're flustered," I whisper ", that's cute."

"Well, how could I not be flustered? You're the first woman to completely enchant me in many years. I can't seem to pull my thoughts away from you. Even a professional man such as me is finding it difficult to focus on work. It's hard to help others when all I want to do is talk about you."

"You know how to charm a girl, don't you?"

"A woman. You're a woman who simply fell victim to my charm as I fell to yours."

"Oh god, you're smooth. If you weren't so… well, you? I'd believe you were trying to fool me into your bed."

"I wouldn't fool you into bed, Celest."

"Yeah, but if you were, you wouldn't have to try that hard. At this point, I'm pretty easy for you." I snicker. That'll get him. I hear a light chuckle.

"Celest," Hannibal playfully draws out my name ", I'm at work."

"Oh, sorry! Not sorry, though." I laugh, stretching onto my back.

"I didn't say you have to stop, I'm simply stating a fact. I'd fall to my knees for you as well. I apologize in advance for any behaviors on my part. My hands way wander." Oh, playful, teasing Hannibal. I can get used to this.

"You have a patient to get to. I'll see you tonight."

"Alright, my dear. Get some more rest. I expect our night to run late." My dear? My, my, aren't I moving up in the world.

"Will do, Hannibal." I hang up, tossing my phone onto the unused pillow before going back to sleep.

I wake up at 2 in the afternoon and regret nothing. I feel light and awake, ready for tonight. I can't help but lay in bed, staring at the ceiling with a silly grin. He expects our night to run late? This is more my pace; get beyond the silly fancy wine and crazy French dishes? We'll be playing my game.

I get ready slowly, taking my time with each step. I eventually pull on a light blouse and a high wasted, flowing skirt that cascades over my thighs. With my hair straight and down, I make my way to my shoes closet and dawn some black flats. Comfort is key for tonight. Wanting to go home because of a bad clothing choice wouldn't make the night fun.

As I tie my winter trench coat up, a gentle knock hits my door. I give myself a nod in the mirror, opening the door to see a very handsome Hannibal. He gives me a small grin, just enough to make me smile, before stepping back to make room for me.

"You look beautiful tonight, much as every time I've seen you." I hear him say just behind me as I lock my door. I turn, Hannibal lifting his hand to me. I take it, feeling his other hand land on my lower back, his lips barely grazing mine.

"I've missed you." I laugh; a sudden anxious feeling low in my stomach. He smirks, lips falling to my neck. Oh… this better be setting the mood for the whole night. His teeth nibble at my flesh, tongue running over each stinging nip to cool it. My hand grips the back of his jacket, my chest feeling heavy with slow breaths.

"The neighbors are going to see!" I chuckle, breathy and slow. I feel him pull from my skin, his face plagued with a near-boyish grin.

"I already apologized for any behaviors." He walked me to the car, opening my door before getting it. As we get going down the road, he breaks the comfortable silence.

"I'm glad you let me drive you. I have a wide selection of wine as well as a beer I brewed and bottled myself." He boats, tactfully and sweet, as always.

"And you'll be drinking too? It'll be the first drink we've had together, mister designated driver." I pivot to him, crossing my ankles.

"How will you get home?" He glances over to me, eyebrow raised and lips pursed.

"I won't."

The look he gives me is perfect. His eyes are dark and lips are slack. His entire demeanor screams that I'm playing with fire. I smile at him, batting my eyelashes. Oh yeah, this is going to be a kick ass night.

Remember, MA next chapter! But I doubt anyone who watched Hannibal is under 16 anyway.

xoxoPN