| 2nd Page of ADAGIO. The towel she wore drifted to the floor at his solid tug. She was left standing on the tile of the bathroom floor, half dry and completely naked, her greatly feared husband leaning tenderly over her hand. Long ago they had learned from each other that games were a waste of time. He no longer had any desire to probe and tease her, and she had no wish to quantify him. The late Jack Crawford still whispered to her sometimes at night, but she had learned to ignore him and only take the brief hello’s he conferred to her on occasion. Hannibal knew and understood that she wasn’t what he needed at times. His anger never boiled to a high when she made snide remarks or did something completely uncouth. He understood that she loved him and would perform any task to keep him at her side. But still he knew that he scared her. The frightened part of their relationship was mostly on her side, though he did feel fear and exposing the deepest parts of himself to her. They danced back to the bed that they shared at night. Clarice was still seized in her moment of doubt. She didn’t know if he was aware of himself, if he had reverted to a dark part of his Memory Palace. He was not hurting her; the kiss bestowed upon her hand was evidence enough of his love for her. But still he was not the man she had learned to love, and this scared her more than any threat of violence. His hand reached up her thigh, dragging the droplets of water that remained on her skin onto his palm and fingers. That hand reached up closer to the damp curls that hid her from him. He played his fingertips along her outer labia and Clarice felt her knees buckle. He guided her onto the bed, and she landed neatly on top of the covers. His hands and warmth left her and went to his own clothing, ridding the material. She did not watch, and instead closed her eyes to the sound of the fabric leaving his body. Clarice felt his weight back onto the bed, and lifted her legs to support his body. She noticed the probing on the inner side of her thigh and clenched her muscles there. He directed his mouth to her own and probed gently to make her yield her lips for his tongue. She did, and his hands rested on either side of her face. Clarice’s hands crept up along his spine and rested on his shoulders. Some of the wetness shielded by her pubic hair dampened the crease between her thighs and her vagina. His hand left the pillow and down to the very spot, delighting her moist skin. His fingers never drifted anywhere near her clitoris and she lay still, eyes even now closed. No moan came from her throat, no murmur of his name. Her breathing was steady as he positioned himself in front of her. Their time for playing at sex was over- they needed each other. Her eyes did open then, and she saw a glorious sight before her. An angel. A sleek-hair, maroon eyed angel, but an angel nonetheless. He hovered above her, about to enter her in the most primal way possible. Clarice smiled blindingly at him and he grinned back. Clarice grabbed at his buttock when he entered her, finally betraying the arousal she had moderately hidden from him. He knew it had been there, of course. He knew everything, and the way his fingers had probed her it had been hard not to respond to his touch. He lifted her to his chest, showing how utterly limber he was, and she yielded gladly. Hannibal’s strokes were measured and precise. His penis gently touched her clitoris, and she allowed herself to whimper her excitement. No other sound was made at they made love, his penis backing in and out of her. They stayed in that position, chest to chest, limb to limb, for a long time. Little beads of sweat started to form on his upper lip and brow, and she licked them away without hesitation. Hannibal’s grip on her waist began to tighten, and Clarice was glad for it. Her individual climax was approaching fast, and she knew that this time he had to fortitude to wait out for her. She looked him right in the eye as he came, and he her, until the aftermath of the orgasm shook her to arch her head back. Her eyes closed again, but still she perched herself on his thighs. He grinned at her again, and lifted her off of him and placed her, for the second time, down on the bed. Then, naked, he left her and went over to the piano. Sitting down, he began to play ‘Gymnopedie’ by Satie. Send feedback to author, Rube. Go back to index. HOME. |