Hannibal preferences

first time (H.L)

The whole room was cast in a warm, yellow glow from the orange flickering flames that resonated from the fireplace.

The day had been dull and frigid from the falling snow and despite how beautiful both had thought it looked outside, they had instead decided to spend the day together.

They were sat in front of the fireplace, like so many other perfect nights, his head in her lap as they recited poetry to each other. Her hand ran through his hair, gently tugging as it combed while the other held a book of Shakespeare.

His eyes were closed, a peaceful look on his face. To any other person, he would look to be asleep, but (y/n) knew better. He loved to block out the world to just listen to her angelic voice. 

"Here's what love is: a smoke made of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire; burning in your lover's eyes" she recited, moving to caress his soft cheek. He smiled, opening his eyes to look his lover in the eyes.

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep: the more I give to thee, the more I have for both are intimate" he spoke, not bothering to read from the book anymore, to focus solely on her gorgeous face.

Oh how he loved to listen as she recited Shakespeare, her beautiful, youthful voice seranading him like their own romance sonnet. He slowly rose from her lap, taking the book from her hand and placing it down on the floor beside them, Feeling, for one of the first times in his life, nervous. Yes he had been nervous to first speak to her but this was overkill in his opinion, he'd never been so... human... so vulnerable.

But he wouldn't change it for the world. He loved the feeling of being with someone who understood him and accepted him for who and what he was. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he laced their fingers together, taking his other hand to place it over her smaller one on his cheek.

Slowly, he began to lean in, "and yet to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays" he whispered, squeezing her hand lightly. She let out a cute sigh and giggled at him, placing her forehead against his. 

Both closed their eyes, simply relishing in the love that radiated between them.  "Hannibal?" She asked, kissing his nose. "Yes, sweetheart?"

"I love you"

It was the first time he'd ever been told that, but she made his heart swell. Ofcourse they had recited love poems but this was the first time it had been outright stated. Before either of them could comprehend it, he moved in to close the gap. As they parted, he smirked seductively, "if music be the food of love" he laced their hands together in the air, still smiling. "Play on" she finished his sentence, pulling their hands down so that he was now in between her parted legs.

The moment felt so perfect to them, as the fire burned behind them spewed warm light onto them. 

Slowly, she began to undo his waistcoat, her hands gliding with purpose over each and every button. He smiled down at her before catching her lips in a loving kiss as he began to unbutton her blouse. They didn't dare ruin the intimate moment they were sharing with words as they threw their shirts onto the chair.

Before she managed to reach the buttons on his dress pants, he gripped her wrists and pushed her back down to the floor. He slipped his hands into hers, admiring her appearance. The way her hair was sprawled out beneath her, like a halo felt almost arousing and he could feel his breath hitch with he gazed upon her in her (f/c) lace bra.

"I thought you were a gentleman" she joked, laughing sensually in his ear. "Under normal circumstances yes, but it's hard to do so when I have a literal goddess under my own body with no shirt on" he smirked and began to kiss along her jawline. With out meaning to, she accidentally let out a loud moan, causing him to cease his ministrations. She blushed red and began to stutter, "i-I am so-so sorry, Hannibal. I r-really don't know what came over me". He fought back the urge to smile at her and shook his head.