Cannibal's kiss (( Hannibal X OOC))

Lovers bite

            Hope Redwell stiffened tight as a board feeling the warmth of breath caresse her bare collar bone resulting in tiny goosebumps from the touch alone. Trying to rein in the urge to tremble from a mix of fear but at the same time excitement. Excitement? She mentally cursed herself for the inner desire shutting her eyes tight and trying to focus on the stinging pain of the chilly metal handcuffs. They had been snapped in tightly around her wrists to further put on a show but now the freezing silver dug uncomfortably into the flesh causing it to angrily reddened. Beginning to slice in small slashes already clotting with crimson blood but hidden under the already strong scent from the other still corpses. 

"Relax.. I'll be gentle" Hannibal cooed teasingly one hand reaching up to brush the exposed area gently. His calloused but delicate fingertips sending prickles of pleasure tickling along the bare skin and a cool feeling replacing the warmth when he pulled away, the bitterness of disappointment. Inwardly a yearning for his touch arose but she ignored it and braced preemptively for the bite. Similar to a child waiting patiently in a doctors office for the pinch of a needle, all that could be done was wait. It was far slower then she had expected, his sharp canines sinking in sluggishly followed with the flattened molars with barely broke skin but tore flesh all the same. A wet stream dripping down the crevice of her collar bone which he caught with the flat of his tongue leaving a trail of saliva. When she reopened her eyes he was sat back admiring the work with a triumphant smile and then met her eyes with a wink. Standing up and brushing away a layer of dust that had gathered on his white uniform letting it fall to the ground in clumps. 

"Now... I have some business to attend to. We have at least," He paused tapping his chin in mock thought. "Twenty minutes before any officers start to get suspicious and Chilton will come to fetch you. Better hurry hm?" 

                    Hope watched from the cold concrete floor similar in color and make to the asylum but with more space in a wide open area. Resting against the wall nearest to the elevator and slumped down in exhaustion. She could feel the dampness of the wound and glanced down at it despite knowing not to. There in the snowy field of white skin was a crimson bite mark. Popping out noticeably and several parts now leaking in small rivers of red but already clotting in tiny beads at the source. A tremble rushed through her body with the sudden stab of agony that came at her glance letting out a sharp hiss of pain but at the same time came an unfamiliar pleasure. Would this scar too? A permanent reminder of escaping the grasp of a killer similar to the one on her other shoulder. It wasn't fair. Why her? There was a sudden sound of shuffling and she jumped peering upwards at Hannibal who was changing clothes now. A sudden rush of heat warmed Hope's cheeks as his white uniform shirt once neatly tucked in was abandoned to the ground. Exposing a bare abdomen that was slim but not athletic just a firm body type and attractive build. Soon after their was a click of belts and the white trousers hit the floor folded and placed on the desk for further use. Flushing deeply she quickly glanced away gathering her mind and trying not to stare at this man strip but he had noticed her gaze and spoke up voice clear and echoing. 

"If you wanted to watch me strip, you could have just asked. I would have gladly relented." 

"T-That's not what I was... It was an accident is all! Sorry..." 

               He laughed for once genuinely and the sound was oddly comforting. A deep but rich sound, smooth like caramel and pleasing to the ears, she wanted to hear it again. This was the first time he actually chuckled. Probably something he didn't do quite often having been locked up in an asylum for years. A rush coursed through Hope's veins realizing she was the one to witness it and bring it on. Warmth fluttering in her stomach with the feeling of making someone special laugh, and despite the awful situation she was in.. she smiled. Knowing it was disturbing to do so while two uniformed men were deceased in such violent ways right in this room, but Dr. Lecter drew it out with ease. Suddenly the reality of the situation hit her and she quickly erased the growing smirk with a grimace staring patiently at the ground and waiting for what seemed like hours for him to set up the rouse. Finally lying on the floor draping the peeled face of the officer over his own and they waited. Listening to the steady beeps of elevator rising upwards till it stopped. For what seemed like an eternity nothing occurred and they sat there in silence Hope too afraid to break character and Hannibal patient in his plan. And then- the elevator stopped and the doors squealed opened with a flood of amber light falling into the darkened room. There was a sound of clothing and utility belts rustling and people rushing in examining the bodies.