Return of the Lambs

Bonus Chapter: Hannibal/Clarice

Requested by a reader.

Dr Lecter hummed in satisfaction and smiled. His tongue darted out to taste her flesh, seemingly beyond his conscious control. He nipped at her breast, wanting to draw a reaction from her.

When she made no noise, he flicked his tongue across her nipple lazily. His mouth trailed lower, Clarice tensing up. It took all his self control not to bite her thighs and lick the wounds he would inflict with his tongue. Instead, he placed light kisses there and felt her move in response.

Even as one thought imagined the hot taste of her blood, he dragged his mind back under control.

It would do no good to frighten her now. His Clarice was a lioness, but he was something Other. He would have to study her, learn her ways.

Wolf or lamb? Lamb or wolf?

He found what he was looking for - her centre, wet and ready for him - and smirked up at her, his eyes dark with want. He arched his brow,

"May I?" Ever the gentleman.

Clarice made a noise, somewhere between a snarl and a sob. His own body shuddered at the sound and  throbbed with his need. It drew the monster closer to the surface, and Clarice would not want him in bed.

Maybe?

He lowered his sleek head and finally, after years of wanting and waiting, he could smell her, he could taste her..he would not use the vile word. The doctor was overwhelmed by his senses. Each taste of her was divine.

He felt her eyes on him and glanced up, her blue eyes had darkened to deepest black with arousal as her fingers found his back and dug in.

A lesser man might have made a sound, but for Dr Lecter it grounded him. The pain was his anchor between him and Clarice, the chains that bound the wolf up tight.

When he finally moved away, his lips slightly moist, he paused, hesitant. What did she want?

Clarice, ever sure of herself and bold, dragged him back down to kiss her and explored his mouth. The doctor laughed when she bit his lip, drawing blood. Her legs moved into position, her hips rising up to him.

She licked the blood and glared at him.

Another impatient hip movement.

Ah, so she wanted him inside her. He throbbed again, painful now with need.

She tightened her grip on his hair to the point of pain. He gasped in her mouth, surprised by her need for him.

She most certainly wanted him now. He was prepared for her too. It felt like he was about to shatter.

He slowed his breathing and laid his hands either side of her again, nudging her legs slightly further apart. He looked always into her eyes, trying to discover the hidden depths of her.

They took a long moment, neither daring to move. Hannibal tilted his head in silent question.

"What are you waiting for?" Clarice asked softly. A challenge.

The good doctor thrust inside of her slowly, groaning at the contact. Every thing in his world narrowed to that moment. His eyes closed involuntarily. Clarice winced slightly as she got used to him and then began moving her hips.

Demanding, taking, what was hers.

He realised then as he acquiesced that he was hers. He had been hers for a very long time. Did she know that? Did she think of herself as his?

He loved every bit of contact between them, every thrust drawing more noise from Clarice. Losing control slightly, he gripped her hair in his hand and demanded. He nipped her neck.

Clarice shouted his name, her body going taunt. He finished, falling into her and panting against her neck.

As his heart beat against his chest like a drum, his thoughts caught in one Lithuanian word.

Mano. Mano. Mano.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

He usually liked to shower afterwards, but for now he would lie with Clarice and stare into the night sky, wishing that this was a world where they could be together without danger.

A world where she was his.