His favourite Toy

Part 12: Improvement

"Pull your head out of your ass" Mia scoffed to me jokingly in the darkness of my room. I was sat on my bed, knees tucked close to my chest as my alarm clock continued ticking past 3AM. I scanned the dark room for Mia, feeling my nightstand for my nightlight. Once I found it, I switched it on to reveal Mia sat at the end of my bed, her legs crossed with a eager smile which only unsettled me.
"Come on, dead parents yet you're still sometimes thinking of that sexy therapist" she shook her shoulders at me playfully, giving me a big smile with teeth.

"What?" Is all I could think of to say to her, still not moving from my position. She dramatically rolled her eyes over at me, tutting her tongue at me.

"My goodness" she cried in her hands, before revealing her face up at me.
"You were just fantasising" she reminded me, pointing a finger at me. In an instant, I shook my head at her, going to grab her ankles playfully until I remembered she wasn't really there. In embarrassment, I retreated my hand from her slowly.

"So?" I scoffed back over at her.

"I mean... Kenny was your only shag and he was..." she then slowly raised her fingers at me, pulling a gun symbol up at me and acting out shooting going 'pew pew'.

"Aghhh, stop!" I cried, covering my eyes while letting out a laugh.

"I'm just saying! I mean... who knows, could be experienced in that field" she winked at me, bringing out another smile in me.

"No it would be... weird" I reminded her, cringing to myself, even though she does have a point. COURSE SHE HAS A POINT! She is in my head... but it still feels like she's here.

"Only if you make it weird! You got nice boobs, make the most out of it" she then cupped herself, making me laugh again.

"Gracie?" Clementine yawned into my room. I shot my head over at her, then back at Mia to see she was gone.
"Why are you laughing?" She tiredly asked me, wobbling over to my bed. I opened my arms up at her, embracing her. She cuddled into bed with me, squeezing her toy close as I kept her close to my chest.

"I was thinking" I told her. Half truth, half lie but she wouldn't know. She wiped her eyes before looking up at me.

"M'kay... what was it?" She asked again, fighting to keep her eyes away. I gave her a little giggle, stroking her cheek.

"It doesn't matter, boo" I whispered to her, plating a gentle kiss on her head. She snuggled her head into my pillow, yawning again.

"..M'kay..."

Hannibal's POV

While laying in the comfort of my own bed sheets, I fiddled with the Polaroid photo in my hands. It gave me many emotions, like anger, hate, malevolence, disgust... jealousy. However, seeing this photo showing off her waist and hips reminded me of her in that dress during my dinner party. Wait! No! I can't think such vulgar things.

Grace's POV

Suddenly, my alarm clock for 7 went off, shocking me and Clementine. We both jolted up, letting out groans before I slammed it off, tucking myself back with clementine. We were squashed together all night, her toy in between us as our noses touched.

"Morning" I tiredly said to her, rubbing the tip of my nose with her, which caused a laughter escape her lips as she tickled her nose. Her laughter was like serotonin to me, she's what keeps me going.
"Let's get you ready for school" I whispered to her, before sitting myself up and giving myself a stretch. She then sat up and rolled out of my bed, tiredly scuttling her feet towards my door. I smiled at the sight of her before going to get my phone, to see a text from Hannibal.