Thank you Guest for your inspiring words.
Clarice to the rescue
Half asleep, Clarice subconsciously reached for Dr. Lecter. When she couldn't feel him, she flung her arm to his side of the bed.
Her eyes fluttered open and she frowned. Rubbing her sleep addled eyes, she glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table. It read seven thirty. She sat up slowly, looking around the room.
It wasn't like him to get up so early. Out of the two of them, she was the early riser. On the rare occasions that he woke up earlier, she would somehow feel his intense maroon eyes roaming over her body and wake up all hot and aroused. He had an uncanny ability to arouse her just with his gaze. What followed was a vigorous bout of lovemaking that always made him late for work. She remembered this one time when they'd both been insatiable and he had to call Lisa (his secretary) and ask her to cancel all his appointments for the day. They'd spent that entire day in bed making love and talking about arbitrary topics. Her lips curled up at the memory. This was her blissful life now as Angela Davis, wife of Dr. Charles Davis, a dream filled with love and joy. Sometimes she marveled at the turns her life had taken to unite her with the love of her life.
Clarice got up, covered herself with her white satin robe and padded down the stairs to find Dr. Lecter.
She checked the kitchen and the dining room but didn't find him. When she reached the living room, she called out his name.
In the quietness that followed, she heard a soft thud coming from somewhere inside the house. She followed the sound, her FBI senses in full gear.
Clarice found Dr. Lecter in his study, hands clasped behind his back, head lowered, pacing between his large antique oak desk and the book shelf near the opposite wall. He didn't look at her when she entered.
"I called out your name, Hannibal. Why didn't you reply?"
Her voice broke through the clouds of thoughts surrounding his mind. "You called out for me? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," he replied still not meeting her eyes.
His voice was flat, not the cheery type that she was used to when he addressed her. His countenance screamed that something was wrong.
"Is everything alright?" she asked, worried.
Dr. Lecter suddenly stopped.
"I received a review for my story."
"That's great! Show me. I wanna read it."
He gestured toward the PC. Clarice sat down on the leather chair, her features distorting as she read the abusive words.
"Oh my God! What's wrong with this person? How can someone be so malicious? I mean, what's wrong with Danterocks? It's a perfectly good pen name."
Looking at her with astonishment, he said, "That's what you're upset about? That he didn't like the pen name you selected? What about the abuses he flung at my writing? Don't you have anything to say about that?"
"I'm sorry. You're right. Even if your writing sucks, it doesn't give anyone the right to troll you. There are always subtle ways to put forth one's opinion. If I were in his place, I would've written something like… writing isn't for you, pal but keep trying or… this piece was dull but I'm sure you'd improve or… though your writing is poor, I'm sure you're good at other things or..."
"Thank you very much for buoying my spirits."
"I was just teasing you. Don't worry. I'll take care of it."
Clarice clicked on the 'Moderate Reviews' option and deleted the hate message.
"Done. I've deleted it. Nobody will read it now."
Dr. Lecter's voice was ice-cold as he hissed, "I've read it. I cannot unread it now. It is imprinted on my mind, Clarice."
She could see the fire blazing in his eyes as she asked hesitantly, "So what are you gonna do, Hannibal?"
The monster within him reared his fiendish head as he replied, rather dramatically, "A profane act like this must be dealt with the severity it deserves. On the Hannibal Lecter Rudeness Index, I rate it a 9 (alarming) and for the benefit of society and...ahem...my own peace of mind, I declare this person unfit to live."
She rolled her eyes and mumbled, "Oh boy. Here we go."
Dr. Lecter didn't seem to notice as he smiled devilishly and continued, "It is time to create some tremors in the world. It is time to wreak havoc. It is time for victim number 37. It is time to quench the thirst of my harpy with the blood of this fool. It is time to..."
"It is time to throw away that harpy," she supplied.
He gasped. "No. I love that harpy!"
"Hannibal, it is rusted! The blade has got blunt. Don't you remember the last time you used it? You had to bite off Robert's jugular to kill him. That damn harpy couldn't finish him off. The next time your life could be on the line. I'm putting my foot down on this. You have to get rid of it."
"But it's an antique model I got at an auction in Zurich. It has been with me for so many years." He tried to reason with her but to no avail. Defeated, he yielded, "Fine. I'll get rid of it. Can I ask you for something in return?"
"Tell me how can I obtain the address of that fool?"
"Actually…um…you can't. He doesn't have an account you can hack into. He's completely anonymous."
Dr. Lecter flopped down on the couch, whining, "Oh, it is the worst day ever. I got abused by some chump and I can't do anything about it. And now I've to get rid of my harpy. Great! What a perfect way to start the day."
Clarice walked up to him and sat down on his lap. She slid her arms over his shoulders, his head resting against her breasts. "Baby, I know how you're feeling. I'm so sorry," she said gently petting his hair.
About ten minutes passed before he sighed and looked up at her.
"I have to get ready for work now."
"Can't you take the day off?"
He shook his head.
"Are you gonna be okay?"
He smiled then. She worried way too much for him which he found oddly charming.
"Yes, my dear. I'll be fine. You needn't worry."
"You wanna know a secret?'' she whispered, "whenever you go all Hannibal 'the Cannibal,' I get turned on."
Smiling seductively, she lowered her mouth to his. The kiss they shared was slow and sensual. When he swiped his tongue over her lower lip, she pulled back, smirking at the groan of frustration that escaped his mouth.
''More when you come home…tonight,'' she purred into his ear, making him shiver.
With great effort, Dr. Lecter bade her goodbye and left for work, her words from earlier conjuring erotic images in his mind.
He shook his head to focus. Okay. Time to work. Playtime later.
The sight that greeted Dr. Lecter's eyes as he opened the door, took his breath away. Clarice was leaning against the wall, arms folded against her chest, a knowing smile on her lips.
She was wearing a black sultry lace negligee, low cut, exposing the curves of her full breasts, and matching silk panties.
With a few quick steps, he crossed the distance between them, coming face-to-face with her. He could see the maroon of his eyes reflected back in the copper green of hers.
''Clarice, you look absolutely ravishing.''
Without further delay, he covered her mouth with his. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, plundering its depths as her arms encircled his head. He cupped her breasts with his hands, his thumbs flicking the pebble-hard nipples through the fabric, making her moan into his mouth. He trailed kisses down her jaw to her neck as she pushed the suit jacket off his shoulders. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, which pooled around his ankles, and started stroking his cock through his boxers. Enjoying the low guttural sounds, her ministrations evoked, she giggled, then gasped as he turned her around violently so that she was facing the wall. He ripped off her panties and thrust into her roughly from behind, the force making her jump a little.
The pain and pleasure of penetration turned her legs into jelly, his strong arm around her waist keeping them from buckling. He thrust into her again and again, the strokes increasing in depth and speed. With one hand, he pushed the strap of the negligee off her left shoulder and bit down hard, drawing blood.
He knew she was close. Bringing his mouth closer to her ear, his breath hot and moist, he whispered, ''Clariiiiiiceee…come for me.''
As his thumb flicked the swollen bud of her clit, Clarice's body convulsed.
''Hannibal,'' she yelled as her walls tightened around him.
He himself couldn't hold back any longer and with one final thrust, spilled his seed inside her, her name on his lips like a mantra. Even in the throes of passion, he had enough strength to support his weight as well as hers.
As she recovered from her orgasm, Clarice turned around to face him, her breathing still erratic.
''That was amazing,'' she said, kissing him softly. He pulled her closer to him and deepened the kiss. She could feel him getting hard again against her belly.
''Hannibal, you're insatiable!''
He chuckled and replied, ''Guilty as charged,'' then scooped her up into his arms and strode toward the bedroom.
A/N: I tried really hard to delay the sex until later chapters but these two just couldn't keep their hands off each other. I ignored Clarice's puppy-dog eyes but when Dr. Lecter intervened and stared me down with those intense maroon eyes, I had no choice left, did I? So don't blame me.