giovedì 2 aprile 2015

Hannibloom - The perfect Affair


Perfect Affair

It was the strange rubbing sensation at the bottom of his feet that pulled Dr. Lecter’s attention from his dreams back into the world of reality. He reached up a rubbed the bridge of his nose slightly. Had he fallen asleep? For how long.
“Kinda rude to fall asleep with company present.”
Hannibal was not one to startle, but his heart did skip a slight beat as he sat up, looking over to see Alana standing at the foot of his bed, her fingers resting lightly on the tips of his toes under the covers.
The events from earlier came back to him; The dinner for two they’d shared, the horrible weather, the offer to Alana to have her stay in one of his guest rooms rather than have her risk driving in such a storm. Was he missing something? Why had she come to his bedroom?
He glanced her over, from head to toe, looking at her body in the soft light of his bedside lamp. Not a blemish on her skin, hair that fell over her shoulders with an almost heavenly perfection, though her dark red underwear suggested something much more devious. He gave a half smile.
“You look good enough to eat,” he said. Alana tossed her hair to the side, laughing slightly.
“And yet you seem more tired than hungry.”
“Oh I think I could have a nibble or two,” he said.
“Well,” Alana smiled, lowering herself down till she was directly over his silk-covered legs. “I think I can manage that.”
It was her tone that caught Hannibal off guard. No… Unless he was mistaken, and he was fairly certain he was not… He swallowed slightly, hoping to hold onto the joke.
“I think you’d find my nibbles a little too permanent,” He said, suddenly noticing her slow crawl up onto the bed, not unlike a cat about to pounce upon a kill.
“So long as I can cover them during the work day, I’m not sure if it matters,” Alana smiled, a little wickedly.
Hannibal sat up, now fully aware of what was going on as she came closer, reaching up to kiss him. His heart began to race.
“Wait,” He said, catching her cheek before her lips could meet his. Alana pulled back, staring at him.
“What?” She asked, her eyes searching his face. “Is something wrong?”
“Not that I am not highly flattered,” Hannibal said, “But what brought this on?”
Alana raised an eyebrow. “The invitation?”
Hannibal blinked. “I beg your pardon.”
“You said, “Your room is rather brisk. If you desired a more enjoyable night’s sleep, you’re welcome to share my bed.” Alana said.
It was only based on truth. That room was the coldest room in the house and his bed was constantly at a comfortable temperature.
Plus, he hadn’t actually expected her to take him UP on the offer! He wracked his brain.
“I couldn’t possibly, Alana,” He said, stroking her hair. “Not with you in this state.”
“State?” Her voice sounded flat.
“It’s merely the alcohol talking,” he said. “I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I brought you into my bed now.”
Alana crossed her arms. “Counting the half-glass of wine I had before dinner and the half-glass of wine I had at dinner and the fact that I know you know the amount of alcohol it takes to get me drunk-“
That was a night they had both promised to never speak of again.
“I think it’s safe to assume that I am not drunk.”
“There was liquor in the dessert,” Hannibal said.
“You know that burns off when you set it on fire.” Alana said. “And you were the one-“
“Yes,” Hannibal leaned forward. “Yes, I know I suggested me have an affair. He leaned up, kissing her forehead. “But something as delicate as that takes forethought.”
“Forethought?” Alana asked. “In an affair? Aren’t they… I don’t know, usually spur of the moment things?”
“When done wrong, they are.” Hannibal leaned up, kissing Alana’s lips lightly, teasingly. “I want our affair to be done perfectly.”
Alana’s frown slowly turned to a smile. “How does one do a perfect affair, Dr. Lecter?”
“It is simple, my dear,” He pulled her close, guiding her under his sheets. “We allow the whispers to start before anything occurs, we build up the tension and the romance until neither of us can bare it another second.”
Alana half smiled, snuggling close to them. “Until then, I share your bed innocently?”
“Only as innocently as the rumors say.”
Alana sighed into his chest, wrapping her arms around him. “All right, Dr. Lecter,” She smiled. “I’ll give you your perfect affair.” She leaned up and gave him her own teasing kiss. “Now be a dear and turn out the light, would you?”
“Anything for you, my sweet,” Hannibal said, shutting off the light, feeling her snuggle into his chest. Deep in his mind, Hannibal released a great sigh of relief and sank back into his pillows.
He needed a little more preperation and notice than just a few minutes. Loosing one’s virginity is not something to be taken lightly.



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