The Other Hobbs (Hannibal×OFC×Will)

Chapter Eleven

She couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between him and Will; Will was sweet and caring, but Hannibal was possessive and passionate… and exactly what she wanted. She was in ecstasy.

I'm sorry, Will… So sorry…

Hannibal, of course, was extremely pleased with himself; he knew with the great capacity she had for empathy, his tragic past would be the thing to bind them together. 

"Oh, Hannibal," she said softly. 

He loved the way she spoke his name; so shy but like a prayer. Hannibal may have already gotten to Abigail, but it was Amelia he was becoming fixated on. Abigail was fun to toy with; Amelia had potential to be so much more. He knew that just as empathic disorders helped their carriers to be more understanding and forgiving, it also gave them the ability to allow their anger and emotions to be unleashed. 

She looked up at him with glittering eyes; he knotted his hand in her locks and pressed her face to his chest. He inhaled deeply as he committed her to memory; her small hand pressed to his chest and her soft hair combined with her sensual fragrance was enough to drive him mad. 

Hannibal pulled away reluctantly even though he was enjoying their tender moment. Amelia let out a whimper of protest. 

"We have a full day tomorrow," he stated.

"I don't doubt you," she sighed. 

"I'll see you in the morning. For now though, I must bid you goodnight," he said in a hushed voice.

"Goodnight, Hannibal. I'll see you in the morning," she said in a voice barely above a whisper, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. 

She flashed him a smile as she turned to go back to her apartment. Hannibal stood frozen to the spot as he watched her retreating form. Once she was out of sight, his face broke into a Cheshire cat grin. 

This… is wonderful progress. I might not have her eating out of the palm of my hand just yet, but what took place just now is proof she will be soon enough. 

Hannibal hopped into his car and drove home with giddiness, an emotion he was still not quite used to. 

Amelia felt like she was floating as she practically danced around her bedroom getting her pajamas on. She laid down in bed and began to drift off to sleep. Just before her eyes closed for the night, the dark figure from her dreams from before moving to Baltimore appeared. This time, she took its outstretched hand. 

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Amelia woke up to her alarm going off. She felt a surge of excitement rush through her, remembering what nearly happened between her and Hannibal the night before; just the knowledge that she would be in close proximity to him all day made her buzz with eagerness. She hurriedly got dressed in a gray skirt, a black blouse, and a red cardigan. 

If Hannibal wears three piece suits everyday, I should probably put just as much pride in my appearance, she thought as she slipped on some stockings with a garter belt and her snazzy six-inch heels she rarely had reason to wear.  

She scarfed down granola with yogurt and poured herself a coffee to go. 

Racing to her car, she arrived at Hannibal's office building moments later. Hannibal pulled in right behind her, a look of approval on his face as she stepped out of her car. 

"Good morning, Amelia; you look very nice."

"Thank you; and you look royally dapper as ever."