Two days later, she found herself walking towards him across the length of the terrace of a beautiful condo nestled in the hills. He had been gone most of the day, making the necessary arrangements for their new life here. His back was to her and he appeared to be deep in thought as he admired the view of the city below. He was dressed somewhat formally, the new suit fit him as if it had been tailor made, although there had been no time for that. Her step was light and she didn’t realize he had heard her approaching until, without turning, he spoke, “What is it that you want Clarice?”
She stopped in her tracks and silently considered his question. What is it that I want? I think it might shock you Dr. Lecter. It shocks me. She couldn’t help herself – she had been longing to touch him since that unexpected kiss in the kitchen. Had he guessed? He had barely touched her since their jump onto the boat. As soon as they were on their way, he picked the handcuffs and removed the tape. He gave her a small shove onto the cushioned bench and she just sat there, hands neatly folded in her lap, her brain in somewhat of a daze. Beyond that point she hadn’t tried to fight him any further. He apparently gave no thought that she would even try. It was as if he knew. Pretty sure of yourself huh, Doctor? She hadn’t been so sure. At first she had told herself it was because she knew it wasn’t any use. But before long she finally let herself admit that she didn’t really want to escape.
They’d been on the run ever since. From one airport to another, one country to another. He had prepared well, she shouldn’t have been surprised. His little bag was filled with his well-planned methods for flight – not just for him, for her also. The phony passport bearing her likeness had quite frankly stunned her. How long had he been planning this?
Both of them remained mostly silent during their flight from justice, lost in their own thoughts. He had been going over his plans, no doubt. Making sure every ‘t’ was crossed. Well, goody-goody for you, Doctor. Meanwhile, she’d been shaking inside, trying to figure out what the hell she was doing, what the hell she was feeling.
Until they had finally arrived late last night. She sensed that it was their final destination. She had followed him quietly up the stairs, sensing that he was as exhausted as she was. All she wanted to do was turn her mind off, her body off. They fell asleep almost immediately, she on the bed, he on the chaise in the same room. Weary from the stress and the jet lag, they hadn’t bothered to undress and both slept soundly. When she woke up he was gone. He had jotted her a short note which she had found on the bedside table. She had tried to keep herself busy while he was gone, showering and fixing herself some soup that she had found in the pantry. When she finally heard him arrive home, she checked herself in the mirror, smoothing her hair, noticing the paleness of her cheeks, before wandering out to find him.
She took another step and stopped again. Well, he had his view now. And he seemed to be enjoying it. So, was she suddenly to be forgotten? Hell, no. A flash of anger made her give up reverie. What is it that you want Clarice? Damn him! He sounded almost bored when he asked the question. Weary of my company already, Doctor? She felt the heat of anger rise in her face. Full of purpose now, she quickly covered the distance between them until she was standing directly behind him. She lost her nerve again for just a second and then took a deep breath and reached out, placing her hands tentatively upon his shoulders.
She felt the electricity run through her hands and was stunned at the wave of desire that passed through her body. He turned slowly, and her hands quickly dropped to her sides as if burned. He studied her face, searched the depth of her blue eyes and again said, “What is it that you want Clarice?” How could she have mistaken the seductive timbre in his voice for boredom? A flash of hope pierced her heart.
She paused, afraid to speak the words in her head until she finally stammered, “I…I wanted to touch you.”
She gazed up at him and she felt her breath catch in her throat. He paused only a moment before answering, “Oh, I’ve wanted to touch you too, Clarice. Very much. But I had to wait until you came to me. It wouldn’t have worked any other way.”
She finally released her breath and stumbled backwards slightly. He reached out in a flash and grabbed her forearm. In one smooth motion he reached his other hand behind her and pressed it firmly against the small of her back, pulling her close. Her stomach did flip-flops as her soft belly leaned into his and she struggled to retain her composure. A second later it was swept away when he clutched her even closer and lowered his lips to hers. She turned her lips up to receive his kiss, their eyes never once leaving each other. She was surprised when he placed only a soft, feathery kiss upon her lips but still she did not close her eyes. His eyes danced with hers until he turned his head to run more light kisses along her jawline, her earlobe and then gave a lick to her delectable neck. She felt him inhale and then release his breath softly against her ear, ending in a sigh, “Clarice….” A low groan escaped her lips involuntarily.
He took another breath and then said “Come Clarice, let’s get more comfortable”. Taking her by the hand he led her through the french doors, into the softly lit bedroom, and stopped by the king size bed. Turning to face her he said “Clarice, please remove my tie”. Her trembling hands reached up and gently removed his tie. “Now my shirt”. Her desire made her tremble even more as she slowly undid the buttons, his eyes carefully watching her shaky movements. As she pushed his shirt aside, she admired the black and silver hair that sprang from his chest. She could sense the muscles, the strength contained beneath her hands and she gently began to explore him. She delicately ran her fingers over his shoulders, his arms and his wrists as she pushed the shirt down until it floated to the carpeting below. She thought she sensed a trace of impatience as he reached for her, winding his arms around her to ease the zipper of the cream colored sundress down her back. He followed it with a featherlight touch of his own before touching his lips once again to her neck. Her arms were trapped between them now and she allowed her fingers to run themselves threw the thick mat that lay beneath them. Her anticipation began to reach almost unbearable levels. Giving a low moan she fell against him, her head buried in his shoulder, unable to continue. “Doctor…Doctor….”
“Say my name now Clarice.”
“Yes, yes,” he purred into the delicate little ear he was nuzzling. “Ten years is a long time to wait, isn’t it Clarice? But we’re here now and we’ve got all the time in the world to enjoy each other.”