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Pillow Talk

copyright 2002, by MelanieAnne

Disclaimer:    These characters were created by Thomas Harris.  They are used herein without permission, but in the spirit of admiration and respect.  No infringement of copyright is intended, and no profit, of any kind, is made by the creator, maintainer or contributors to this site.

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"Clarice, for the very last time, I'm warning you-"

Ex-Special Agent Clarice Starling propped herself up on one elbow and stared down at her lover. "Bite me," she said.

To say such a thing to a cannibal could be seen as foolish by some, by those who cannot see the gray areas in life. Specifically, the gray area involving Clarice and Hannibal Lecter.

Ordinarily, Lecter's smile would be frightening, but there was a warmth in it reserved only for Clarice.

She smiled back at him and her left hand retreated under the blanket, her fingers brushing against his rib cage. He grabbed her hand.

"You know I don't like being tickled."

"I know."

He raised her hand to his mouth, baring his teeth. Anybody else would have run away in terror. Clarice straightened her index finger, resting it lightly on his bottom lip. He caught it between his teeth and bit down gently.

She laughed; a warm, throaty sound. "So have you ever bitten someone's finger off?"

"This is hardly pillow talk, Clarice."

"I'm curious. Have you?"

"You can't bite through bone."

"Haven't you ever tried?"

He had released her finger so that he could speak, and now found himself distracted as her hand resumed its path beneath the blanket. He discovered that he no longer had any desire to stop her.

"Happy birthday, love," she murmured in his ear, then sat up.

He frowned when she took his hand and placed it on her belly. What was she up to?

"You mentioned wanting something special for your birthday. Is this the kind of thing you were thinking of?"

For the first time in his life, Hannibal Lecter was rendered speechless. He pulled Clarice towards him, pressing his lips to hers. This wasn't exactly the kind of thing he'd been thinking of, but it would do very nicely. He pushed Clarice back against the pillows and set about thanking her.


copyright 2002, by MelanieAnne

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