Author's Notes: Had this idea for the past few months, but I was so focused on my story, Into Your Light, that I ended up casting it aside until about a week ago. Took me some time after I picked up where I left off, but I finally got it done. Better late than never, especially considering this plot bunny has been nagging at me for quite some time. Hope you guys enjoy it, especially since it's been a while since I wrote any smut.
The second she pulled her car up in front of Hannibal's luxurious home, Viola leaned back in the leather seat. Her fingers curled tightly around the steering wheel in an attempt to calm her racing nerves, and her heart was pounding madly in her chest. Looking at the digital clock on her radio screen, she saw that she was ten minutes early. She had a dinner date with Hannibal at eight, and it was the one they planned a few days prior on the day her latest music video made it to number one.
Upon the discovery of Hannibal inviting her for dinner the day they hung out, Viola's best friend, Greta, had taken her out to the mall to shop for a new dress that would stun him silent. They ultimately settled on a floor length, camisole, backless sequin dress that criss-crossed in the back, had a V-neck cut, and a slit down the left side that stopped at her thigh. From the waist up, the dress was a pretty shade of royal blue, changing into a shade of emerald green as it descended down to the skirt like an ombre pattern. Viola fell in love with it at first sight, and upon trying it on, Greta agreed that it was perfect. They settled on a simple pair of black, open-toe heels with ankle straps afterwards, and she was prepared.
An hour before leaving her home, Viola fixed her long, dark brown hair, putting it up into a simple bun with one strand that she curled, hanging loose down her cheek. She applied a little foundation, concealer, blush, blue mascara and emerald green eyeshadow, and with her heels and matching evening clutch, she was ready to go. Hannibal wouldn't see the dress right away thanks to her long, black coat concealing it, but at the very least, he would be wondering in that brief moment before he took her coat.
Not wanting to delay the date and keep Hannibal waiting any longer, Viola got out of the car and locked it, putting her key away in her clutch. She took a moment to gaze at the house, the sight of it never ceasing to put an awed look on her face every time she saw it. She then approached the door and rang the doorbell, and the door soon flung open several seconds later to reveal Hannibal in a navy blue tailored suit.
"Good evening, my love. You're just in time."
"Sorry if I'm late. I would have been here a little sooner if I wasn't distracted."
"No apology necessary, darling. Please come in."
He stepped off to the side, and with a smile, Viola walked in. She proceeded to loosen the sash and the buttons of her coat, and she was about to shrug it off when he took it from her. She turned to him, watching as he hung her coat up, and when he turned to look at her, she couldn't help but smile at the awed look he had on his face.
"My my. You look beautiful tonight."
"Thanks, and might I say that you look dashing in that suit," Viola complimented.
When he walked towards her and stood in front of her, they stared at each other for a moment before he leaned towards her and gave her a gentle, yet passionate kiss. She let out a small mewl as her mouth moved with his in a sensual dance, and they relished the kiss for as long as possible before having to pull away for air.
"I just want to skip dinner and have you instead, my darling," he whispered huskily with a hint of seduction.
This statement caused Viola to chuckle.
"As tempting as it is to take you up on that offer, I wouldn't want that time and effort you spent on preparing dinner to go to waste. After we eat, the night will still be young. We'll have plenty of time to spend together."
He gave her another kiss, keeping it brief this time around.
"I like the way you think. Come. I just finished cooking."
He offered his hand, and with a smile, Viola took it before allowing him to lead the way.
The two of them spent the next hour having dinner, which consisted of freshly made Osso Buco accompanied with some chilled red wine. They made small talk in regards to each other's week since the shooting of the video, him speaking of a select few of his sessions (without revealing too much to ensure his patients' privacy) and her speaking of the promotions she has to do for her latest album now that she's released a new song from it. When he got together with her, he knew that she would almost always be busy. Her status as a well-known singer meant concerts, tours (domestic and international), meetups with fans, photoshoots, and any other publicity pitches that promoted her music and image. He accepted that she would be on the road for a good majority of her time, and he made the most of whatever time they managed to get together whenever she was home.
If anything, Hannibal would rather see her be out there making thousands of fans smile. When her fans smiled, she smiled, and that made him smile in turn.
After finishing up dessert, Hannibal proceeded to gather the used dishes.
"Anything I can do to help you?" Viola asked.
"No no. You're my guest this evening. You don't need to do anything, my darling," he replied, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Why don't you head to the living room? I'll join you in just a moment."
She nodded and stood up from her chair, making her way towards the living room. She heard the sound of water running from the kitchen sink, and all she could do was wait until he was done. She took a moment to gaze at the furniture, the many paintings hanging on the wall, and most importantly, the harpsichord that was off in the corner. Staring at the beautiful, grand instrument, Viola decided to sit down and play the first movement of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. Having played it on the piano since her childhood, the notes were basically embedded into her brain, and her hands slid across the keys in a graceful manner.
She was so lost in the sound that she didn't even notice Hannibal enter the room. He was leaning against the wall, watching her play and loving how the song sounded. The fact that she was playing from memory added to his awe, and he found himself thinking of his desire to ravage her. The way her dress fit her figure and exposed her back made his heart race; it was going to be a shame getting it off of her when it looked so stunning on her, but since the shooting of their "love" scene for her video, all he had been able to think about was everything he wanted to do to her that day.
When she neared the ending of the song, Hannibal approached the bench and sat down next to her. Viola felt his presence, and only when she played the final note did she turn to look at him. She saw that he had removed his jacket, waistcoat and tie, leaving him in just his white, collared, button-up shirt and slacks.
"Playing the first movement of Moonlight Sonata from memory. Impressive."
"It was the first classical piece I learned to play on the piano when I was a child," Viola explained. "It's beautiful on the piano, but I forgot how gorgeous it sounds on the harpsichord. One of these days, I'll have to try one of the pop songs I know and see how it sounds on the harpsichord with my voice."
She straightened up and arched on impulse when she felt his touch stroke her back, his fingertips dancing all over her exposed skin. She turned to look at him, feeling her heart stop at the smoldering look he had in his hazel gaze; the same look he had given her when they shot the "love" scene.
"You know, there's another voice I want to hear from you that I know will surpass your singing voice," he purred, which sent a shiver down her spine.
"Really? And what would that be?"
He leaned towards her and kissed her. Although it was just a brief, simple kiss, Viola gasped at the desire that she felt behind it. At the exchange of a few more kisses, she was sure her heart was going to burst out of her ribcage. She tried to pull away, but Hannibal cupped her face with hand to keep her in place.
"What are you so afraid of, my little violet?" he asked, gazing into her eyes.
"I guess I'm just scared that I won't perform well," she replied. "You're the first man I've ever been in a serious relationship with, and I'm so scared I'll disappoint you."
She chuckled and shook her head.
"Ironic. I can sing, dance, be myself, and be sexy in front of thousands of fans. Yet, the thought of being myself in front of a man I have fallen in love with paralyzes me with fear I've never felt before.
"What if I do disappoint-"
She was cut off when he kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into the cavern of her mouth. He swallowed the moan that managed to escape her throat as her tongue danced with his. She felt herself being pulled up to her feet as he stood up, and his hands found her hips, holsting her legs up to wrap around his waist. He pinned her to the wall adjacent to the window, pressing his body hard against hers. Her leg fell through the slit of her dress, allowing him the chance to caress her skin and squeeze her thigh.
Viola had to pull away when she needed air, but she found herself unable to breathe properly when his lips moved down to her neck. She moaned as she tilted her head to the side to expose more of her neck, and he had no problem ravishing her throat with attention. Her fears and insecurities gnawing at her, Viola tried to push him away, only for Hannibal to grab her wrists and hold them over her head.
"You have no reason to be hesitant with me, Vi," he purred against her neck. "We've had plenty of reasons to do this for a while. All you needed was a little push of encouragement, and I thought I gave you a hint during our little love scene for your video."
She remembered how hungry he had been for her when they shot the love scene, and she couldn't deny the fact she was just as hungry for him, possibly more.
"Hannibal, I-"
She was cut off when he sucked a particular spot on her neck, the tugging of her skin between his lips making her gasp. Thanks to him holding her wrists, all she could do was flex her fingers against his grip as her body shuddered in pleasure and anticipation.
"Enough of this self-doubt. It's time you unleash the naughty girl that's begging to come out and play with me."
Viola's heart was pounding as Hannibal reached for the zipper at the small of her back and pulled it down. He reached up for the straps of her dress, his hands stroking her exposed skin before pulling them off her shoulders and down her arms. Her breath hitched, but she didn't move as he slowly pushed her dress down her slender body. When the fabric finally reached her ankles, he directed her to step out of it, and she complied. She watched as he smoothed her dress out and hung it in his closet, her exposed nipples becoming erect from the chill of the evening. A part of her wanted to smooth her long hair out in front of her bare breasts, but she was completely frozen in place. Never had she felt so vulnerable in front of a man until tonight.
When he turned to look at her, Viola hung her head down, her cheeks growing hot as she stared at her heels and polished toes. She didn't dare look up as he stood in front of her, and after a beat, Hannibal placed his hand under her chin and tilted her head up. Locking eyes with him, Viola gulped at his smoldering gaze.
"Do not look down as if you are ashamed, Viola. You are a beautiful woman, and I've wanted to gaze at your beautiful body since our little tryst for your video," he purred. "We have all night, and the night is still young. You'll be singing a melody exclusive to my ears only. I'm dying to find out how beautiful of a melody it's going to be."
"Hannibal-"
She gasped when he leaned towards her neck, smothering her throat with attention in the form of kisses and suckles. Several, low moans left her throat as she tilted her head back, exposing more of her neck to him while her eyes slid closed of their own accord. He breathed in the sweet scent of her perfume as one hand held her firmly by her waist, while the other found the back of her head. His skilled fingers pulled her bun loose, her hair falling down her back like a waterfall of melted chocolate. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, and she hoisted herself upwards, wrapping her legs around his waist.
The hand on her waist moved down to her bottom to support her, before stepping forward towards the bed. He laid her down on the silk sheets, and he pulled away, giving her a brief kiss on the lips before pulling away from her. He loosened the straps of her heels, pulling them off her feet and setting them at the foot of the bed. He took a moment to gaze at her, licking his lips at the sight of her hardened nipples and shy, yet eager expression, before beginning the process of stripping his clothes off.
Viola watched as he slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt, unable to help the smile forming on her lips at the sight of his toned, muscular form. She hadn't had a chance to really appreciate his body during the shooting of her video, and now that they were all alone together in the comfort of his home, she could appreciate it now. Once he pulled his shirt off, Hannibal folded it neatly, setting it down on the nearby chair, and after kicking off his shoes and socks, his slacks then followed. Once they were folded, he walked towards the bed, standing before her at the edge. Locking his lustful gaze with hers, he reached for the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down, stepping out of the fabric once they pooled around his ankles.
He leaned forward towards the bed, placing his palms on the mattress on either side of her, crawling on top of her. Viola parted her legs, creating a niche for his hips as he pressed his body against hers, the hardened length of his arousal brushing through the fabric of her panties. He kissed her lips, reaching for her neck and giving her throat a gentle squeeze before descending down her chest, cupping her bare breast and kneading the swell. She moaned into his mouth as she returned his kisses, arching into his touch as one hand reached up to tangle in his hair, while the other found his back. She raked her nails against his skin, swallowing the groan that left his throat as her hand traveled down the length of his spine.
His lips descended down to the breast receiving no attention, lavishing the swell with numerous, hot, wet little kisses all over her skin. She writhed beneath him, her fingers kneading the back of his head in encouragement of his assault. With the kissing of one breast and kneading of the other, Viola was lost in a world of pure pleasure. When he kissed her pert, hardened nipple, Hannibal enclosed his lips around the bud, giving it a slight tug that made her roll her eyes back. His free hand then roamed down to her stomach, dipping below the lacey fabric of her panties and pushing two of his fingers into her.
"H-Hannibal…" she moaned, arching further into his touch and mouth, making him groan in approval against her breast. He pumped his fingers inside her, massaging her clit in sync with the suckling of her nipple and the kneading of her breast. When he pulled his fingers out, they were coated in moisture, and he didn't hesitate to lick them clean before her eyes, which were now foggy with lust.
"Are you ready, Vi?" he whispered.
She nodded and he pulled her panties down her slender legs, leaving her completely naked before him. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he positioned himself, the tip of his length brushing her entrance and emitting a raspy breath from her.
"I won't hold back," he announced.
"Then don't," she whispered, her voice husky and seductive.
Her words, the signal he was looking for, Hannibal was inside her in one, powerful thrust. Viola gasped as her walls squeezed around him, her core engulfing him as he sank himself all the way to the hilt. He buried his face into her neck, breathing in her scent as he moved, causing her to anchor her nails deeper into his back as the fingers tangled in his hair curled slightly. She was sure she was going to leave marks, but she was convinced he wouldn't mind.
The sound of skin slapping skin, combined with their moans made Viola arch as much as possible into him. Her bare breasts pressed against his muscular chest, her hardened nipples grazing his skin and further fueling his thrusts. She wrapped both her legs around his, trying to bring him even closer to her, and she let out a keen moan resembling his name when he bit on her neck, his canines grazing her skin.
He continued moving, pounding hard inside her and rocking her nerves with multiple surges of pleasure. Soon, Viola felt her body tremble as she clenched around him, and with a tight grip on his hair, let out a combination of a moan and a scream as she came. Hannibal groaned as he felt her juices flood around his cock, and he achieved release not long after, his seed filling her up as he collapsed on top of her. Her arms soon fell limp, falling at her sides, and her legs soon followed suit, untangling from his. He lifted his head up to look at her, reaching up to run his fingers through her hair.
"I'll be damned if I'm able to move in the morning," she whispered, breathing heavily.
"That was the whole point. You won't be leaving my bed anytime soon, Vi," he announced huskily.
She let out a small gasp when she felt him twitch inside her, and she arched slightly when he rolled his hips.
"Who even said I wanted to leave your bed?"
At that, she lifted her head up and kissed him, and he pinned her down, ready to please her yet again.
Viola groaned as she shifted slightly, burying her face into the satin cover of the pillow. She squinted her shut eyelids for a moment, and then allowed herself to slowly open them, remembering she was in Hannibal's bed as she breathed in his scent. When her blurred vision finally cleared, she saw the outline of his body on his side, and she soon heard sizzling coming from downstairs. With a smile, she tossed the sheet and duvet aside, reaching to grab the dress shirt Hannibal discarded on the floor, and buttoned it up, leaving the first two buttons undone. It practically looked like a disheveled dress on her, but she didn't mind as she left the room and made her way downstairs to the kitchen.
She smiled at the sight of Hannibal, clad only in his striped pajama pants as he whisked some eggs into a bowl. She leaned forward on the island, giving her chest a little lift as she checked him out from the back.
When he turned around, Hannibal nearly dropped the bowl at the sight of her in just his shirt. With the amused expression on her face combined with the sight of her cleavage, he set the bowl down and circled the island, picking her up and setting her on the edge.
"Aren't you going to make breakfast?" she asked teasingly, spreading her legs to create a niche for his hips.
Unfortunately, her teasing was cut short when he pushed two of his fingers between her legs, the digits quickly coated with moisture as he pulled them out and licked them clean.
"Breakfast can wait a moment. Right now, I'm savoring you first."
He pushed her until she was lying on her back atop the counter, and she arched her back and moaned when he buried his face between her thighs and threw her legs over his shoulders.
At this rate, Viola was going to be lucky if she managed to stand on her own two feet without stumbling.
End Notes: I'll leave the ending to your imagination, which is why I ended it that way. *giggles* Got another one shot I am contemplating, which is based off the 2006 James Bond adaptation, Casino Royale, in which Mads Mikkelsen plays the genius, gambling villain, Le Chiffre. Got some gambling, teasing, obsession, and smut in the mix, and I'm excited for how it's going to turn out. Wish me luck, and check back!