A/N: The season finale was amazing! When Hannibal smiled at the very end, I couldn't help but swoon... condolences to Will... but that had to happen... Hannibal can't be locked up (sigh, just yet...)
I love writing this lemony goodness, girls don't need porn, we have FFiction!
He loomed over her, gently dabbing a wet cotton ball to the bruise on her cheek.
"Well, this was a great start." She said dryly, smiling.
They were both fully dressed again, the woman was perched on a high chair in the kitchen.
"I will not apologize..." he paused briefly, "you are quite insufferable, Adelaide." He said softly, meaning every word but uttering them with the edge of what could be interpreted as a joke.
Their eyes met again, for a second before Hannibal cleared his throat briefly.
"Let me take you home."
SsSs
They were standing on the porch of her home ten minutes later; the night was technically starting to turn into morning.
"Thank you Adelaide, for the evening."
"I should thank you Hannibal; I haven't enjoyed myself like that for quite some time."
In his mind, Hannibal agreed but he chose to rather run his thumb over where he hit her, watching her alabaster skin and the powdery blue veins underneath.
Royalty's skin he thought.
They were standing close together and her eyes were sparkling with excitement he would understand just a moment later.
Adelaide shifted, the palm of her hand brushing up his thigh and ceasing at his groin.
He froze involuntarily as when she splayed her fingers over him, he released a breath he didn't know he'd been holding when she stood on her toes and licked the shell of his ear.
She giggled at his thinly veiled reaction and pressed her lips to his.
It felt like the first time again. Their lips moved together clumsily, biting, tasting and pulling at each other.
Hannibal wrapped an arm over her lower back, deepening the kiss and their proximity. He could smell her all around him. Lust was clouding his mind and he stepped back, releasing her as he did so. He caught her disappointed gasp.
"Not here." She threw his earlier words back at him hastily, making him chuckle quietly, her hands still on his chest.
She turned and opened the door swiftly, letting him in, and touching his chest again just as he stepped inside.
He wiped the smile off of her face with another kiss quite like the first; she was putty in his hands and he confirmed it when he pushed her up against the wall of the dark forest of her foyer with no effort at all.
Adelaide only fought back with her lips and tongue, her breath heavy and he could smell her moisten. A warm, musky scent contradicting her typical light aroma.
Hannibal kept her pinned to the trees with his weight; his hands were free to roam up and down the sides of her body.
She had one arm around his back for support, the other hand was pinched in between them, caressing him and invoking anger in the depths of his mirror-smooth sea of calm.
He picked her up easily and she wrapped her arms around his neck, teasing at his neck with her teeth as he carried her up to the suspended landing like a new bride.
The bed was silver all over, different textures of material creating various shades of grey illuminated by the soft light of the same moon that had watched them sweat only a while ago. He was vaguely pleased at the sight of the lines of bookcases lining the walls, but he had more pressing matters at hand right now.
SsSs
He laid them down gently on the down covers and burned a path down her neck with his grazing lips, she arched her body to him and gasped as she felt his knuckle dragging over the skin between her breasts as he popped the pearly buttons open one by one. She helped him discard of her clothes until she was in her underwear before tugging his tie loose and unbuttoning his vest and shirt so he could shrug them off.
Adelaide caught his eyes sauntering over her body – he was completely distracted, she realised. So she took her chance, rolling them over and straddling his hips. He licked his lips. She ran her hands down his bare torso to the buckle of his belt; he made no move to protest. Her hair tickled him as she trailed kisses down his body, shifting lower and finally off of the mattress, so she was down on her knees in front of him, her fingers hard on his thighs.
Hannibal sat up and ran a hand through his hair; he did not look at all like his usual self. Adelaide smiled up at him, her eyes half closed as she reached to free his length from his trousers. His hand gripped her hair roughly when she lowered her lips softly over him, his hips lifted and he groaned. He forced her head down and she fought not to gag, she quickly resorted to swirling her tongue around him and pushing against his strength holding her down, he budged a few inches and she ran her tongue up his member before swallowing him again. He broke the deathly silence with a grunt and she felt him move his hips again, Adelaide gagged and fought with him to raise her head.
It felt like she'd been submerged underwater for too long when he finally seemed to decide to allow her up, the air stung her lungs when she gasped and then coughed. His hand was still in her hair, the other gripping her upper arm now, pulling her up. She had little time to think on his destructive tendencies and the thought that this might be bad for her health never once even crossed her enamoured mind.
He dragged her up and stood with her, her legs were struggling to support her and she leaned into his mercy. Hannibal gripped both her arms and tossed her onto the bed like a doll, he covered her body with his own immediately after, he was close to kissing her but seemed to think better of tasting himself in her mouth and moved rather to separate her legs. She wondered what it was he was feeling the moment when he let his fingers travel over her body eternally, pausing at her neck and flitting over her breasts. His eyes were darkened with desire and the set lines at his mouth and brows sought to tell that he was livid at something or someone... had she done something wrong?
Hannibal tore her silky lingerie off of her with ease, Adelaide's fingers curled into the bedding when she felt him run a finger down her slit tentatively. She moved with his slow finger exploring her, he was winding her up and watching her go beneath him as he stroked her. Her eyes fluttered closed and she bit her lip in effort to keep herself from being noisy.
She did scream despite her intention when he buried himself in her with a sound in between a growl and a guttural moan.
He held her up, watching her body arch as her legs wrapped around his hips and her hands fumble to his upper arms to keep herself up. His thrusts were brutal and he only kept increasing his pace, his hips grinding against hers with each entry.
Her moans got louder as he thrust harder into her, gritting his teeth, his head tilted back into the shadows of the landing. She tightened her muscles around him and watched as he descended on her, burying his head underneath her chin, she felt him bite and lick at her skin and her nails dug into his arms at the ethereal sensation of pleasure and pain mixing into an unbearable tempest clouding her mind. She was flattened to the bed beneath him, writhing in pleasure, her legs tightened around him and she finally gave in, curving her hips up and drawing blood from his back as she came.
He looked up at her, his fiery brown eyes fixated on hers, watching her lips open and close unintelligibly. Hannibal felt her body shuddering beneath him, tipping him over the edge as well.
Then Adelaide was purring his name and stroking his head resting on her heaving chest.
SsSs
He waited until he was dead sure she was asleep before he got up and dressed cautiously in the semi-darkness.
Two lamps lent their light to the landing and his eyes fell on the open door of her walk-in closet. His curiosity got the best of him and he slipped inside, a simple thing such as a wardrobe held a mass of information on the owner.
The clothes were sorted into neatly folded piles according to colour; the pieces on hangers were sorted into various outfits already planned out for the future. He opened a drawer and found her lingerie bundled inside randomly, lace, ribbons and frills creating a mesh of colour.
Three velvet mannequin heads donned all her different jewellery and severed hands shone with rings and bracelets.
Hannibal looked his fill and was about to walk down the stairs leading to the main landing when he turned back to Adelaide's sleeping form. She was sprawled on the bed, one leg tangled in a thinly woven blanket and her long hair spilling over the pillows; her hands were tucked underneath her face in an innocent manner. The moonlight caused her skin to glow, her body and hair equally white. He stood in wonder for another beat before he left.
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