Frederick sat at his desk and lightly chewed on his fingernails, a habit that he hadn't performed since he was in grad school. He could hear the clock ticking on his wall as he sat at his lap top half listening in on Will Graham's conversation with Alana Bloom.
Someone of more importance than the suspected Chesapeake Ripper danced across his mind for once. The cute waitress danced across his mind in those cute pink pumps that she had worn while they swayed to the music after their date. He could hardly focus on any of his work as he thought of the confession that she had so freely given him last night.
When he talked with one of the tamer patients, he'd thought of her cool hand caressed within his. When a nurse asked him about his cheery attitude, he had thought of her swaying hips and her chest against his as the music had played.
Everything that he had done, during his work day he'd thought of her. He thought of the way that she had smiled, the way that her perfume lingered in the air after she had left, the way her hair felt as he ran his fingers through her curls, and he thought of the many ways that she could have brought him to her knees with that twinkle, that shine, in her eyes.
They had gone on five dates since that passionate first kiss that had taken his breath away. He hadn't expected to kiss her in that way. He had planned something simple, just a peck that a grandmother may give to her young grandchild. The first kiss that they had shared was far from what a grandmother should ever give to her grandchild. It was something that he'd never experienced before, not even with his first love.
Everything with her was something like he never experienced. He didn't want to say she was perfect because that was putting her on this pedestal and she didn't deserve to be placed high up in the air as if she were some untouchable trophy.
She seemed to have crawled into his lonely heart and made a nest there. He'd made the habit, with her permission of course, to come into the diner at closing time to drive her home after her long shifts. It was the first time that he hadn't minded going out of his way for someone other than himself. She was becoming an important part of his daily routine.
He felt as if he could still smell her perfume on him and the tingles shot through him once again as he thought of the night that he had originally believed that he had ruined with his big mouth that could never find the perfect words when he was nervous.
His hand absently brushed through Carolyn's curls that had fallen from her messy pony tail, that he had secretly freed while she was beautifully enrapt in the black and white film that played on his television. He could smell the coconut flavor of her shampoo that still lingered in her hair as she lay against his chest.
He didn't need to see the movie. He knew what was going on; he'd seen it plenty of times before by himself. He wanted to see her reactions to one of his favorite films. He watched her as she smiled at the cheesy, romantic parts.
She was beautiful. He still couldn't believe how at one point in time he had seen her as just the cute waitress!
When he looked at her he thought about all those elderly men that he'd seen waiting at a booth for their wives to finish whatever errand that needed to be run and how they had told him about what a good woman would do to a man, about how that woman would make him feel so damned silly forever believing that there was someone out there that was any kinder, any sweeter, and any sexier. When they found out that he was still single, they told him that somebody was waiting for him, that she was there waiting for him to put the newspaper down at the diner and talk to her or that she was just in the next car beside him at the red light.
He'd only ever give them a quick smile and a nod then pretend as if he were on his phone, but now their words were repeating in his head as he ran his fingers through her finger and listened to her small intakes of air as she surrendered to the comfy resting place between his arms.
He really hoped that the men were right about the girl at the diner that had been waiting for him to speak to her.
"It is a bit funny," he said with a soft chuckle.
"Hmm," he heard her ask with a husky tone as she peered away from the movie and up to him with those sparkling eyes, "What is?"
"I was just thinking," he said as he looked down at her, "I first noticed you dancing at the diner," his smile grew as she righted herself and looked into his eyes as she waited patiently for his next words, "You were dancing to La Bamba and you looked like such a goof!"
A moment of silence faded between them and his laughter died immediately as he took in her features. His heart stopped beating as he watched her smile and the shine in her eyes fade from existence. He felt the color drain from his face as she pulled away from him.
He'd screwed up and he didn't know how to undo this major screw up. Damn his big, know it all mouth!
"You think I can't dance," he heard her ask, her voice was flat as she stood from the couch and walked away from him.
He was going to lose her if he didn't act quickly.
"I did not mean it like that Carolyn," he said as he watched her retreating form stop. He watched as her shoulders sank as if he had really hurt her feelings.
"Okay smartass," Carolyn called out as she turned on her pink heels with a shiteating grin on her face, "You think I can't dance, then teach me to dance."
Frederick felt the color come rushing back to his cheeks as he watched her place her hands upon her hips. She looked proud at the dare that she had just thrown at his feet.
"You can talk big shit, Frederick," she stated as if it were common knowledge, "but can you back it up, I wonder?"
She wasn't going to leave him like he had originally thought. She simply wanted him to prove that he was a better dancer, though he would never admit that to her ever!
"Are you sure about this, Carolyn," he asked as he used his cane to stand up and walk towards her.
She closed her eyes and shook her head, "And no cane either, Frederick."
He smiled at her facial features. It was clear to him that she had spent way too much time with him. Her sassy little facial movements mirrored his almost exactly. They were rubbing off on each other. She had learned to be blunt with him and he had learned to give into whimsical moments, only in her presence of course. He wasn't going to run off in the rain and dance. That was a bit too whimsical for him. No 'Singing in the Rain' dancing for him!
"Hold on," she whispered as she turned her back on him for only a moment, giving him a moment to take in how her simple pink dress shaped her rear end.
Frederick watched as she moved his coffee table out of the way and pulled her cell phone from her purse.
"I'll just stay here then," he said with a soft chuckle.
"Shut up," she teased with the same soft chuckle as she swiped across the glass screen of her phone, "We need music to dance to. Are you going to sing while we dance?"
"I could," he answered without missing a beat, "Don't threaten me, Carolyn. I will do it out of spite."
"Oh believe me, I've heard you sing," she teased, "If you sing to me, you'll end up on your back and we'll never get this dancing spat settled."
"I fail to see how that's a bad thing," he asked as he watched her come back to him.
She pulled his cane from him and whispered, "If you need to stop, just tell me, okay?"
"I think I can handle one little dance," he said as he felt her lean in close to him. He held his hand out to her and shivered ever so slightly as she took his hand gently.
"And what are we dancing to," he asked, "Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald, Ritchie Valens?"
"Do you really think my musical tastes are that simple," she asked in a whisper as the music slowly faded into the room.
He smiled at her as the strangled laugh escaped him. The classic rock ballad rippled through his immaculate house as they slowly began to sway to the beat of 'I Want to Know What Love Is'.
"This is a surprise," he teased as he felt her body move easily with his. Arousal was slowly dripping through his veins as he leaned against her for slight support, and he was happily relieved when she did not pull away from him, though he had already learned that she was a lot nicer and accommodating than most of the women that he'd casually been with before.
"Hey," she said with a cute snap, "it could be Reo Speedwagon so shut your mouth."
Worry slowly crept over him as he thought about stepping on her feet. He'd surely ruin the evening if he broke her foot.
"Well thank God for that," he whispered in her ear just as he lightly placed a soft kiss upon the top of her ear lobe.
He almost missed her body's reaction to his kiss. She'd shivered at his caress and he took that as a sign to continue on with his touches as the music grew. They swayed together, chest to chest, as the singer sung from his soul. The words from the song that Carolyn had selected seemed to be all the words that he held inside of him when he was around her.
He could hear her heels lightly grazing across his floor as they moved across the floor. Their bodies fit together perfectly as they danced as if the universe had made them to dance together. The warmth that radiated from her caused his arousal to slowly bubble inside of him. He so desperately wanted for them to fall into the couch and do exactly what the song was saying.
"Frederick," he heard her whisper into his ear, her hand quickly fell from his shoulder and slowly gravitated towards his belt loop.
Her saying his name in that husky voice made him weak in his knees. He felt the blood rushing away from his head and rushing into his lower regions as her finger slipped through his belt loops. He so desperately wanted her to grasp something else.
He stopped swaying to the music as he felt her hand slip away from his. He stood still with closed eyes as her hand swept through his hair, messing it up as he had done to hers. He could feel his eyelashes fluttering as her fingers touched his face so softly like no other lover had done.
He felt her lips upon his and he quickly wrapped his arms around her, closing the space between them as the rock ballad played on. He allowed her to control their movements as she slowly pushed him into the wall the way that he had first kissed her. His hands caressed her warm body and he felt like he was going to explode from the amount of emotions that was coursing through his body.
Love and lust boiled inside of him as he fidgeted with the zipper on her dress. His hands shook as if he were a teenager fumbling at a bra in the back of an old car with his first girlfriend.
The same fiery passion that had ignited their first kiss was coursing through this one. They melded perfectly together as her fingers burned trails down his cheek. He moaned softly into her lips as he felt her other hand pulling at his belt and unbuckling it. He needed the contact like he never needed anything before.
He'd actually found someone that could put up with him. He found someone that was his lightning in a bottle. With each kiss and hug they shared it added to his beautiful storm of a life.
He actually had fallen head over heels for the cute waitress that snuck him free cups of coffee when he could have easily paid for it. Fate had given him somebody that he hadn't realized that he had needed.
He wasn't lonely anymore.
They moved together to the music and she pushed herself into a door. He opened his eyes at the sudden smash of her back against the wood. He smiled down at her as he watched her nostrils flare as she fought with the door knob.
"Wrong bedroom," he whispered as he leaned into her and kissed her once again.
"I don't care," she whispered through kisses, "Just hurry and find us somewhere."
He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He could feel her heart beating in her chest as she held on to him like her life depended on it.
"I want you in my bed first," he heard himself whisper, "Having you wake up naked in my bed, under my sheets, is a dream that I won't give up so easily on, Carolyn."
She blushed at his words and smiled as he finally opened his bedroom door to reveal to her a clean, white walled bedroom with a king size bed with a light blue comforter set covering the mattress. They danced together in an embrace towards the bed as their kisses deepened. He quickly pulled off his shoes like a horny teenager as she stepped out of her pink heels.
Frederick felt his tie tighten as she tried to remove it.
"Shit," she whispered as he settled himself upon the bed with Carolyn standing between his legs, "I can't get this stupid thing off."
He watched as her shaky hands tried to untie his tie, but she failed each time. He chuckled at her as he quickly pulled his tie off. She smiled at him and placed her hands softly against his cheek as she leaned her forehead against him.
"If we need to stop or take a break," she whispered as she looked down at his covered stomach, "all you have to do is tell me."
He nodded and smiled at her. She actually cared about how he was going to feel throughout their new shared experience. He'd never had a woman actually care how he felt during sex. He always made sure that the woman was comfortable; the question took him off guard.
She really did care about him like no other person.
"I am sure we won't have a problem," he whispered as he glanced down at his growing erection as he leaned back onto the bed, allowing Carolyn to climb on top of him and place herself over his hips.
"Good," she whispered in his ear as she pulled his shirt out of his pants and quickly unbuttoned and pulled it off of him. He smiled as she placed his shirt to the side instead of throwing it on the floor like some of his casual flings had done.
He felt himself burning up as she trailed kisses down his throat. He wanted more than anything to feel himself inside of her. He needed her.
His hands trailed through her hair and down her throat as she slowly, painfully moved against his growing erection. The feel of the pink fabric felt like the mythical silver lining that kept a cloud in its place. He so badly wanted to pull her dress off and touch her soft flesh.
Their fingers intertwined as Carolyn kissed down his chest and towards his scars. He closed his eyes as her lips lightly grazed over the ugly imperfection on his skin. He sucked in a breath of embarrassment as she kissed each stitch mark as if she were personally apologizing for the horrors that he had undergone at the hands of Abel Gideon.
"What's wrong," he heard her whisper as the warmth of her caresses ceased, though the trails of those touches still burned on his body as a constant reminder that she was conquering him.
"It's just I find myself a bit," he looked down at the scars and his words trailed away as he watched her eyes take in the scar that etched across his belly.
"I don't care about the scars," she whispered as her fingers lightly danced over his skin.
Frederick felt as if she were an angel. He watched as she pulled her dress off of her body very slowly. As the pink fabric moved over her head, he could see the faint line of a scar just below her belly button. His hand instinctively moved towards it and he looked up at her in confusion.
"There's a reason that I'm not an office girl anymore," she explained as her hand wrapped around his, "Our scars have the ability to remind us that the past was real, and it reminds us that we are survivors."
She smiled at him and placed a kiss upon his lips as he quickly unhooked her bra. He had no need of fumbling like a teenager to remove the fabric that stood between him and her warm flesh. He knew exactly how to get a woman out of her bra after years of fumbling with casual flings.
He did the same with her frilly pink panties. He now had a beautiful, naked woman on top of him. He looked up at her with sparkling eyes. He wanted to touch every inch of her that the dim light from the living room was casting upon her.
How could he ever think of this beautiful woman as just the cute waitress?!
He felt relieved as she took the next move and removed the rest of his clothing. He softly moaned as she sat herself on top of him and she chuckled at his moan and covered his mouth with her own.
"You'll wake the neighbors, Frederick," she whispered with a chuckle before she moved against him.
The night had been beautiful. She'd stopped multiple times, an act that teased him like no other act had ever done, just to make sure that he had been okay. He didn't have to take breaks, but he did have to slow down, more to make the moment last rather than for himself.
"Well look at little Freddy," Abel Gideon's voice pulled him away from his intimate thoughts, "There have been whispers but I have finally gotten to see that there is a little nugget of truth to them."
"And what whispers would those be," he asked as he took in the figure of the man that leaned lazily against the bars of his cage.
"That you have a little bird in the nest," Abel answered with a smile, "Is she a chubby little bird?"
Frederick rolled his eyes at the man's words. He'd been able to keep his cool around the man that had got inside of his belly, but he wasn't ready to have this conversation with the man.
"I heard that she's a waitress," Abel informed him with a knowing smile, "Is the great Dr. Chilton come down from his mountain on high and now eating out the common folk? I must say this isn't like you, Frederick. I'm a bit worried."
"And why do you feel worried about me," Frederick asked as he watched his patient smile at him.
"I always worry about you Frederick," Abel answered, "Why do you think I sedated you? I could have just opened you up and left you to die. So in a way it's my doing that brought you to the little waitress. You should be thanking me for that pink lipstick on your ear. I'm the reason that little bird is polishing your worm."
Frederick's hand quickly wiped at his ears instinctively to remove the lipstick that he had missed during his morning shower. He smiled as he thought of the morning that he had with Carolyn.
"I'm proud of you Frederick," Abel informed him as if he were a proud father, "It's always nice to know when a friend had a good-"
"Dr. Chilton," an orderly interrupted Abel and pulled his attention away from his patient.
He turned with a smug smile and looked towards the orderly.
"Dr. Lecter is here to speak with Will Graham," the orderly informed him.
"Thank you Matthew," he answered with a nod just as he turned to look back at Gideon.
"Just a word of advice," Abel offered with a sparkle in his eyes, "I find it more a lot more effective and cheaper in regards to happiness to just shoot the little bird with a pellet gun instead of buying them jewelry."
"I think we are just about done here," Frederick informed him as he pulled himself up from his chair with his cane.
"Give the little bird my love," Abel called after him with a smile.
Frederick shivered at Abel's dark words as he exited the room to meet up with Dr. Lecter to discuss Will Graham further. He instinctively pulled at his ears again to remove the rest of the lip stain from his skin, but a smile grew across his face as he thought about the beautiful night that had occurred between Carolyn and him.
Frederick felt his lover move in her sleep. He slowly woke from his sleep to see her bare back facing him. He was never a cuddling person, but he felt the need to be close to her once again come over him as he looked at her messy hair that he had ran his fingers through so many times during their night together.
"Carolyn," he whispered as he reached out to her and touched her skin just to make sure that it wasn't a dream.
He still couldn't believe that he had someone as great as her to make his life less lonely.
"Frederick," he heard her sigh through her sleepiness as she slowly turned to face him.
She looked even more beautiful than he had ever seen her before as she lay naked under his sheets. He could smell her perfume that lingered on the both of them as she moved towards him and ran her fingers through his messy hair just as he had done so many times during their love making sessions.
He felt like a happy child on Christmas morning as he looked at the woman in his bed. She was the best gift that he had ever received and he had no idea who to thank for her in his life.
"Good mornin'," Carolyn whispered as she snuggled against his chest as he pulled her closer towards him.
"Good morning," Frederick greeted in the same soft tone and placed a small, thankful kiss upon her ear lobe.
"I never took you as a snuggly bear," she whispered into his bare chest as her fingers ran absently through the hair on his arm.
"Usually I'm not," he informed her with a smile upon his face, "but these are completely different circumstances. It's not every morning that I get to wake up to a beautiful woman in my bed that I don't have to imagine being there."
She chuckled at his words and lifted her head up to place a good morning kiss upon his lips that still tingled from their night together.
"You know you talk in your sleep," she informed him as she placed her head back on his chest.
"I do," he asked in slight confusion and worry about what he had revealed while in his sleep, "What was it that I had said?"
He could feel her chest move against his as she let out a soft chuckle.
"I haven't the slightest idea," she answered, "It was in Spanish."
He smiled as his fingers absently drew circles upon her shoulder.
"You should speak in Spanish more often," she whispered.
"I could sing La Bamba to you," he teased and he earned a soft slap against his chest in retaliation. He couldn't help the large smile that crossed his face.
"Tell me something in Spanish," she asked as she looked up to him with those sparkling eyes.
"Me encantaría verte sonreír," he suggested with a knowing smile. He felt his heart skip a beat as she smiled and giggled at his foreign words.
"So you do understand Spanish," he informed her.
"No I have no idea what you just said," she revealed, "You just sound so cute speaking Spanish in a tired, I haven't really slept through the night kind of voice."
He smiled as he watched those sparkling eyes and replied, "I said that it would be nice to see you smile."
He watched as her smile never faltered. She simply just leaned into him once again and placed a soft, longer kiss upon his lips.
"I'd love to learn to speak Spanish," she whispered in his ear as she wrapped her hands around his shoulders and pulled him closer, "Maybe next time I could speak Spanish while we are having sex."
He smiled at her suggestion. He could see himself lying in bed with this woman every morning and a tingle rippled through his body.
"Creo que te quiero," he said, confessing that he thought he was in love with her. He couldn't bring himself to tell her in English. He didn't want to run her off with this confession, but he felt something for her that he never felt for anyone else.
"Don't tell me," he heard her whisper as she leaned into him and placed another kiss upon his lips, "let me figure it out myself."
Thank you to drivemytardis on Tumblr for translating for me :)
I hope you guys love this chapter!