Hannibal and Clarice

[Cellar Lilly]

Clarice could sense only him, right then they were the center of the universe. Try as she might, she couldn't keep the moans from escaping her lips as he thrust into her roughly. He knew that she had fucked before, she knew that from their interviews, but he probably didn't know she had only made love to two men and hadn't performed the act in at least a year. She hoped he couldn't tell. She couldn't believe how long he was lasting! He had already given her her first orgasm (and most men failed to get that far) and was quickly on his way to giving her another.
She looked up into his eyes. In them she saw a feral wildness, she wouldn't go so far as to say madness, and it excited her (she knew she should be scared, 'but you can't be scared when you're having this much fun!'). Clarice knew he could be very dangerous now but was allured by the danger he possessed.
"Oh, God" she moaned
"No, my dear, the name's Hannibal." He murmered, with a hint of a smile. How could be so controlled?
Her legs wrapped around his hips tighter and she moaned shrilly, almost a shriek, and felt him lose complete control. The muscles of his thighs went taunt as he slammed into harder a final time. He groaned her name and she had never felt so powerful, so sexy before. He sagged against her and looked into her eyes. What she saw there was pure love and admiration. She knew his emotions were mirrored in her eyes. She never wanted to leave; never wanted him to get away.

 

[Dante45]

He lay with most of his weight distributed upon his arms, but still his body met hers along their entire length. His face close to her ear he whispered. "Clarice Starling... Clarice. Yes, you do have a power over me no one has ever had. I can not stay parted from you. When I am not with you a part of me is missing. Maybe you are my concious, Clarice."

He began to kiss her small ear tenderly. He rolled to one side, pulling her with him till they both lay on their sides facing one another. His eyes looking into hers. He could see the blush of her passion still there, as well as something else. So this, he thought, is 'love'. It is more than the physical connection, though that is a part of it, it is spiritual. What would happen, he thought, if I have my concious with me? He leaned forward and kissed her again. This kiss started the firs burning once more. He again kissed her neck, and began moving his lips and tongue down her body, paying special attention to the aerole of her breasts, and the nipples, knowing they were zones of pleasure for her, and he wanted to please her, he wanted to please her more than he had ever wanted anything before.

 

[Cellar Lilly]

She sighed with happiness as he rolled her onto her side and kissed her. His words moved her to no end and she knew that the doctor was not one to bear his soul. The fact that he would say that to her ment almost as much as the fact that he felt it.
"I love you. I have since Memphis, but I never faced it. I think I didn't think you'd feel the same, so I denied it." Her whole body tingled from their union.
'What does Clarice Starling do when she sees the man on the top of the FBI most wanted list?' she asked herself 'I fuck him and fall in love!' she couldn't help but smile, it had been the best fucking of her life!
Hannibal kissed her more forcfully started trailing loving butterfly kisses down her throat.
She felt a fire begin to burn in her chest and spread to wherever he was kissing her. On her neck, down her chest, on her breast ('Oh, that feels so good!'), down to her stomach ('Please don't stop!') back up to her chest, he teasingly ticking with his tounge and biting all the while. She felt him smile when she moaned aloud as he kissed his way back up to her neck.
'I'll do whatever he wants, won't I?' she realized with a little shock.

 

[Dante45]

He gently bit her neck, massaging the muscle where it joined her soft, delicate shoulder. The began to slowly trace his lips down, across the lovely breast. Stopping to take her nipple between his lips, to lowl his tongue across the very tip. To take her into his mouth, and loop his tongue around her aerole. He pulled her close to his own body and he continued to kiss her body, down her length.

"Now Clarice, I want to taste you. No fear. I mean only to taste you as any man would desire to taste such a beautifull, desirable woman. Will this frighten you Clarice? Should I stop?"

 

[Cellar Lilly]

"No, please-don't stop, don't ever stop!" she looked up at him with eyes full of love and trust. Funny, how she trusted him more than any other person, this man.

 

[Dante45]

If there was one thing he had, it was patience. Patience and a strong will. He turned all his patience and will toward pleasing her. He in-haled her aroma. Using his lips, tongue and teeth he touched her lightly, always lightly, along the lips of her woman-hood. Allowing the tensions to build within her. He flicked just the barest tip of his tongue along the sensitive skin of her clitoris, funny he thought, a medical term sneaks in no matter what the situation....

She began to move her body toward him, her body demanding more of his touch. He allowed her to move slightly, knowing this would inhance her experience, but always stayed just out of her reach and as she would return her hips to the mattress, he would follow her, and touch her so very lightly once again. His desire to bring her to the highes point of possible ecstasy formost in his mind.

 

[Cellar Lilly]

Sorry so long, busy weekend!

She felt all her remaining reserve (let's face it, it wasn't much at all) give way as she felt his mouth on her.
"Hannibal"
She moaned his name deeply as she moved beneath her, his teeth and tounge playing on her lips and clit, sending sensations through her that she had never felt the likes of before. She leaned down, pressing her feet on his back in an attempt to pull him closer to her. he swiftly shrugged her legs back onto the bed, making a "Tsk, tsk" noise. She felt the orgasm building and herself getting even wetter, if that was possible. Clarice arched her back, lifting from the bed and her head fighting against the pillow. All coherent sounds left her brain and the feeling built even more. 'He has me speaking in tongues, this is amazing!' The feeling built to a zenith, coming from her stomach, traveling up her spine and wrapping her brain in this wonderful, blinding feeling that blocked all sight and sound.
She had no idea what came out of her mouth or what happened for about five minutes. The next thing she remembered was Hannibal next to her, placing a kiss on her forehead.

 

[Dante45]

cc: A long weekend for me as well....

He leaned back against the headboard of the bed and pulled her to himself, hugging her against his chest. She looked up at hime, lost in her thoughts, he seemed to be staring into nothingness. He began to speak, almost in a whisper:

"I wooed the blue-eyed maid,
Yielding, yet half afraid,
And in the forest's shade
Our vows were plighted.
Under its loosened vest
Fluttered her little breast,
Like birds within their nest
By the hawk frighted."

He stopped, closed his eyes, and allowed his hand to gently caress her back.

 

[Cellar Lilly]

Hannibal pulled her to his chest and kissed her. She could feel his heart beating against her chest, feel his breath. It finally occured to Clarice to worry about what would happen in the morning. Would he leave? Would he take her with him? Where could they go? Could this BE a more ironic relationship?
Just as these thoughts were entering her brain, he recited a verse from somewhere, she couldn't remember. His voice, each word perfectly accented and enouciated, whispered softly in her ear. She closed her eyes and let herself lean into him. His hand sent sparks as he caressed her back. 'Questions can wait.' Ex-Special Agent Clarice Starling thought.