My Aphrodite

Dinner and Control

***Hannibal P.o.V***

“You know Hannibal you really should lock your doors better, never know what types of crazies will wounder in.”

I cant help but smile, I turn away from pressing the lungs that I had taken, to see Madeline standing in the entrance way of my kitchen. A smile on her face and a small bag over her shoulder, I scan her. She has on black fitted jeans, a large wool sweater , with a velvet circle scare around her slim neck, and low cut boots. Even with the most simplest of clothes she is still stunning.

“Yes you maybe right, but then how would you get in dear.”

I turn my back to her and begin to press the lungs again, “Oh Hannibal you hurt me -,” I feel her running her hands from the base of my back all the way to my shoulders. Her fingers messaging the tense muscles and sending fire throughout my body. She runs them back down and snakes them around my stomach, pressing her body into my back, “- but you are right.....we are finally free, no patients, no teddies functions to go to, and no FBI work to do, I finally have you all to myself for the night. What do you think we should do with our time.”

As if the meaning to her words weren't clear enough on how she wanted to spend our free time, she snakes the hand that had been running fingers across my stomach, down to my crotch and gives me a squeeze.

I want to take her right there in my kitchen, but I wont. I grab her hand and turn so that I am facing her.

“All in good time my dear, but first we eat.”

I smile at her and kiss the top of her head my hand running through her silky hair. She looks at me for a moment, when she realizes that I mean what I saw she huffs and steps back and around the kitchen island. Just watching her walk away I want to push her against the island, pull those tight fitting jeans down and take her with all I have. But the wait, the build of sexual tenshe will only add to the sheer passion I know that we will experience later on to night.

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“Will I must say Hannibal you really are an amazing man, this is amazing, you should really teach me how to cook like this.”

I look up from my plate over to Madeline who took another bite of her food, “I'm glad you like it, but I do say it is not my best, I had a distraction the whole time I cooked.”

She smiles at me with mischief in her eyes, most likely congratulating herself for drawing away my attention with brushes of her hands across my back and squeezes and slaps of my ass.

I adjust my self in the seat, getting slightly hard from just the memory of her hands on me,” And I thought you can cook or was that amazing kitchen of your just for show.”

She smiles at me and brings her glass of wine to her lips, taking a drink before answering me.

“I can cook Hannibal, but not this will, my skill lies in backing, I can back just about anything.”

“So then Madeline you will have to bake me something sometime.”

“Of course, but first -,” she stands with her glass of wine in her hand, “- I am going to explore your house, will mainly your bedroom.”

She walks out of the entryway and walks to the stairs, looking over her shoulder at me. I smile and rise to my feet as well, but I made a mistake, I took my eyes of her, when I looked back to where she was standing she was gone.

I make my way to the stairs and look up hoping I will catch a glimpse of her. Nothing, I strain my ears to try and hear her foot steps. Nothing I start to make my way up the stairs when I notice her boot on the fourth step from the top.