valentines day! - hannibal lector x clarice starling smut

bath time

The sun shinned through the thin curtains on a bright sunny Monday. The thin material of the curtains allowed for the light to pass through them, shinning directly on the face of Clarice Starling. The curl of her eyelashes on her closed eyes was highlighted through the beams of the sun, as well as the beautiful bones on her face, pronouncing their structure. The sunlight moved up and down on her face with the breathing of Clarice that enabled the movement of her chest. It was subtle but gorgeous.

Hannibal Lector laid peacefully next to her, just woken up. He preferred to watch her sleep for a few minutes before waking her. Though, he never told her this. He liked to keep that part of their relationship to himself. As well as the occasional kiss he leans on her temple before he falls asleep at night. One time he could've sworn her smile down at him, but forgot the moment since.

After a few minutes past of Hannibal admiring Clarice's beauty, he taps her cheek and watches her flinch, moving the sunlight once on her closed eyelids but now on her lips. He looks closely at her lips, watching a they parted slowly with her awakening. She opened her eyes and locked eyes with his, smiling. "Good morning Hannibal.." she put her hand on his jaw, watching him smile with her. "Good morning, Clarice. How did you sleep? Well I hope?" He rubbed his finger along the bottom of her lip, awaiting her response. "I slept well, you?" Clarice rubbed her thumb on his cheekbone that was raised from his smile. "I slept fine, darling. Do you know what day it is?"

Clarice's eyes grew while realizing the date. Hannibal swear he saw them sparkle. "Valentine's!" She stopped rubbing his cheek and laid her hand against his jaw instead. "That's right, Clarice. I have a gift ready for you. Actually, I might have a few." Clarice was practically beaming and gave him a warm kiss on the nose. "I can't wait to see them. How about I take a bath first? I still have to use up the bath salts you gave me for my birthday, and I can't think of a better way to use them." Hannibal laid his thumb on her bottom lip after she kissed him nose. "Of course. Shall I finish that poem I was reading to you last night while you're doing so? You dossed off before I could read the ending. I preferred to save the bit with you present." Clarice smirked down at Hannibal. "You want to join me in the bath?" She bit her lip, her teeth touching his thumb. "Only if you want me to, Clarice. I was thinking I could read it to you while sitting on a stool, but if you differ.." "I was joking, Hannibal. You can sit on the stool outside the bath" Clarice leaned in and gave him a small peck on his lips. "Let me get the water started." "Yes, Clarice." 

She smiled before lifting the covers off of herself , revealing her pink velvety nightgown. It was one of Hannibal's favorites. He preferred ones that complimented her eyes and her personality. Those were his favorite things about Clarice. As well as her soft buds, which the gown also served justice to. The fabric was thin enough to trace the outline of her nipples so he could notice when they hardened. There was a lace trim around the top of the gown with a small pink pastel flower in the middle, right where her cleavage was. He loved that small touch. When she got up, he saw the bottom of her gown, just barely covering her buttocks. It also had a lace trim around it. He saw the way the nightgown was getting dangerously close to revealing her buttocks as she walked, but never doing so. He loved that thrill.

Clarice entered the bathroom and suddenly made an audible gasp. Hannibal had laid out a trail of flowers leading to the tub. The tub was surrounded with candles and new bath salts. She saw that the stool was already placed next to the tub, the poem that he hadn't finished last night laying there next to a box of matches to light the candles. Clarice almost started to cry happy tears. 

"Hannibal.. this is.." She heard him get out of bed and walk behind her putting his right arm around her waist. "Do you like it, Clarice?" He paid close attention to the mole on the back of her neck. 'I-I love it Hannibal.. it's amazing.. oh my god.." Clarice leaned back on Hannibal. "How did you know I wanted a bath? And the poem?" He felt a tear drip on his arm settled around his waist and leaned to put his thumb under her eye, catching the tears coming. "Well Clarice, you always take a bath for important days. I can also tell by the way you wake up in the morning if you are planning on taking one. You give off a certain brightness, almost like an aura if you look closely. Everything about you is merely angelic, darling. And for the poem, I just laid it out like I did the flowers and the candles last night. I figured you'd beam at a surprise like this, but never could I predict.." Clarice turned around and kissed him, her last tear transferring onto his cheek. "I love it, Hannibal. I love you."