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John William Waterhouse 1893 ____
48 Hours Before Will's Arrival
THE temperature of the sheets was cold compared to how warm her body was next to his. The sunlight was soft and entrancing coming through the persian windows and the medium sized balcony that faced the breathtaking noon timing Florence outside. The air entered his lungs fresh as never before, even the simple act of breathing seemed different now. It was like a huge weight fell of his shoulders, like a hidden excitement took over his body as a supernatural possession.
The beige to white half yellow image in front of him was blurred by silky brown hair strands scattered across the pillow, with rosed heart-shaped lips that tasted like their previous night.
He had forgotten how her touch was addicting and bewitching, it just screamed and awakened every pagan humanity inside of him. He had to admit that he could turn into a complete fool for it.
But he was the happiest of the fools.
His fingers flickered across her rounded cheeks as she lightly snores as she always used to. Her expression was easy, peaceful and just that made him smile.
The gelid blue appeared once she suddenly opened her eyes, blinking and yawning adorably as she noticed him there, staring back at her.
Alice took a moment to assimilate the situation and understand everything that happened. Summing up: they killed a man together, she admitted her feelings for him, then married him at the church of his dreams, and swore love to each other in a blood oath where the only witness was a dead man's body that formed a valentine confession, they returned home and-
Her breath escaped her lungs.
Last night, my goodness, last night...it was something that she never experienced before. What took over her? It was something wild, primitive.
And yet he was there, with those gentle and sweet eyes towards her, caressing her cheeks.
"Good morning, Mrs.Lecter." Hannibal muttered with that insanely attractive morning voice of his."Did you sleep well?"
The title made her heart flutter. "It's not like we slept much last night." They both chuckled in conspiratory naughty sights. "Did you catch any sleep at all?" She asked.
"Would you be scared if I told you that I watched you sleep all night?" He decided to be honest, Alice snuggled next to him.
"No." She whispered tenderly, touching her face with hois hand. "I'm not scared of you anymore." He smiled comfortably as she gave a quick peck on his lips, the sensation kicking in the butterflies inside her stomach again. "Are you sure you're not tired? I mean..." She tilted her head feeling her cheeks red.
