Hannibal and Clarice

[Guest]

A Hannibal role-play. It could start from the dinner scene in the book. Anyone want to play?

 

[Cellar Lilly]

Can I play Clarice, or did you want to do that?

Anyway,

*In bed at my house. It's hot outside, so the only covers I have is a sheet tangled around my knees. I'm wearing a pink-with-little-flowers button down tank top and matching shorts. I awake with a start and could swear I feel someone in the room, but I can't see anyone.

[Edited by Cellar Lilly on 02-26-2001 at 10:18 AM]

 

[Cellar Lilly]

come on, I can't be the only one who thinks this would be cool!

 

[Dante45]

"I hope I didn't wake you Clarice.." a deep melodic voice intones from the shadows. "You looked so comfortable, so enduring lying there caught up in your dreams. What were you dreaming Clarice? Only the truth now, and quickly..."

 

[Cellar Lilly]

Clarice

"I was dreaming-" a catch is in her voice as eyes scan the shadows and see nothing but darkness. She is well aware of the revolver in the drawer of the nightstand, but makes no move for it. "I was dreaming of when I saw you in Baltamore. Before you escaped. You touched my hand. I know it's you, docter Lecter."

 

[Dante45]

"Clarice, you are so stimulating. Most would be terrified in your position. You have no idea how long I've sat here, in the dark watching you. But not you. No fear what-so-ever. Tell me Clarice," comes a whisper "what were you dreaming about me, hmm. Yes, I know dreaming of our meeting, but what did you feel? Were you repulsed? Afraid? Excited? How do you feel now?"

"Thinking about your gun Clarice? Did you think I wouldn't find that little toy." The voice never changes in its tembre or tone. "Let us reason together little Starling, tell me, what were your dreams about me Clarice?" A sniffing sound, abrupt and intense. "I smell you Clarice, tell me the truth, what were your dreams..."

 

[Cellar Lilly]

"I was afraid at first, but now I feel excited. Honestly, I was dreaming of more than just our meeting, docter." She could feel his eyes moving over her. She wondered if he imagined eating her or fucking her. Was she flirting with him? Why wasn't she running for a phone to call 911. She had felt nauseated when she first started dreaming about fucking him, but now the thought made her aroused and she was surprised to feel wetness on the sheet beneath her. Clarice always slept in the nude, sleeping was the only time she felt it okay to be vulnerable. She knew that somehow Dr. Lecter knew this. "I was dreaming about- about- making love to you." Her mouth became dry and she had to gulp.

 

[Dante45]

She heard the sound of movement. He stepped into the dim light of the room. He was dressed formaly, a tuxedo, and he stepped toward the bed.

"Clarice, you have such a fixation of father figures." He moved his body closer in a smooth glide and sat on the foot of the bed. His hand reaching slowly toward her, then touching gently the thigh of her right leg with just his finger tips. "Yes Clarice I have dreamed of 'eathing' you, as you think. But not quite in the fashion of your thoughts." He smiled, his eyes boring into hers without blinking, so un-naturaly. He leaned forward and kissed her calf, mid-way between ankle and knee, his eyes never leaving hers.

She started to move then, to jerk away? "Don't move Clarice." His voice froze her in body and mind. "Now. Tell me more about this dream."

 

[Cellar Lilly]

"Don't move Clarice." His voice froze her in body and mind. "Now. Tell me more about this dream."

She then remembered exactly who he was. This was Hannibal Lecter. His mouth was on her leg. That mouth had done unspeakable things, and now it was kissing her gently. She felt her tingling in her nipples as they noticably peaked at his feather-light touch on her calf. She wanted so badly to believe he would never do anything to hurt her, but her doubt somehow aroused her more. She stiffened noticably at the command, with an undertone of threat, in his voice. "I was dreaming about making love to you, Docter. Do we really need to go into the sex-ed aspect of it? Or are you familier enough with the act?" Clarice cocked her head and smiled, trying not to beatry her obvious arousal. She clutched her thin sheet to her chest as his eyes locked on hers.

[Edited by Cellar Lilly on 02-27-2001 at 01:50 PM]

 

[Cellar Lilly]

OCC: I think I lost my Hannibal, anyone else want to step in?

 

[Dante45]

His eyes were still upon her and he smiled round the kiss on her leg. "Oh Clarice.." He said sitting slowly back up. "You are so easy to read, like a good book, one that is familiar and enduring to the reader, but with so much depth. The depth of fine wine, a cabaret I think." He lifted one leg and set it upon the bed side, his mind seemed to wonder, then, "Sit up Clairce, no quick movements..." He added smiling again.

"I'm not going to tell you these things over and over, I am not your 'patheos padre' my dear. I am the lover of your dreams, the one you held just moments ago, albeit in a fantasy of your mind, yet held you did." He moved his hand swiftly forward and took the sheet from her hand, pulling it down to the bed. "And look.." He smiled "You still remember the dream so vividly... Can we re-enact your dream Clarice?"

 

[Cellar Lilly]

Her eyes widened as he pulled the sheet from her and flung it down the bed. She remained as still as marble, her hand still on her chest where she had been clutching the sheet. The only movement in the room was the up and down motion of her breasts as she breathed.

His was disarming and suave in his tux. 'Never could resist a man in a tux; not since senior prom!' she thought, wryly. His hand on her leg and his breath gave off an immense heat that warmed her body, despite the slight chill in the room. She could feel his hard, hot erection against her leg. She was surprised at this uncharacteristic display of unrestrained desire. It made her feel slightly powerful and special.

"What did you come here for, tonight? What would you do if I said no, Docter?"

She felt she had to stall him, at least a little, while she battled with her conscience. His words had been delivered with a mocking intensity that she had forgotten was so arousing. She felt like a caged animal, snarling at the door to be released, but she couldn't find the key. She knew he would make her give the final decision. She knew what her answer would probably be, but she had to fight him a bit for her own self-justifacation. She knew he probably knew that and was expecting it, as he was always one step ahead of her. She trembled visably and silently cursed herself for it.

 

[Dante45]

"Knight to Queens Bishop Four. You have moved, so then it is my move."

He leaned even closer toward Clarice. "Do you remember your visits to my cell, the questions and the games we played?" She nodded slightly, holding very, very still as he had demanded. "I told you then I could smell your cunt. You were, let us say shocked by the language and imagery that it produced. You were also aroused were you not?"

He slides his finger tips up her leg, slowly, gently touching her skin with only the slightest touch. "I can still smell you Clarice. I have never forgotten your sweet smell." Still smiling into her eyes. "Innocent youth, fair and gentle nature mixed with the woman, the F...B...I (he stretched the letters out as he spoke them) agent." Again he leans forwarded and kisses her leg. "Clarice I returned here, to the US, just to find you. To touch and to hear your voice again." He moves up the bed, almost floating towards her, "Tell me Clarice, how do you feel about me being here with you right now. Tell me now!" He demands yet in such a smooth voice.

 

[Cellar Lilly]

He moves even closer and she smells a faintly sweet musk that must be his colonge. Her eyes silently follow the path of his fingers as they burn up her leg. His eyes stare straight into hers as he speaks, never blinking. She makes a mad grab at composure and misses by about a mile. Her voice cracks and she stutters.
"I- I- I'm glad you're here. I'm lonely and you understand me. I'm scared because, well, I'm not that scared. I'm not sure I have much of a choice. I'm nervous about what we're about to do."

A blush spread to her cheeks and she looked down. Why did he always make her feel like a little girl in a principle's office? Her passion was no less. The wet aching she felt between her legs as he moved his hands and spoke greatened exponintially. Blonde hair spilled over her shoulder as she glanced back up to see his reaction. Green eyes wide and shining. She could still feel him throbbing against her leg and she successfully kept a smug smile from her face. She could not believe she had some power over this man. Well, wether she really had power or not remained to be seen.

 

[Dante45]

He leans forward suddenly and without giving any signals to his movement at all. In a flash he is on top of her, having grabbed her wrists, pinning her on her back, his face only inches from hers, his eyes, unblinking looking deep into her eyes.

Then ever so slowly he lowers his lips to hers. Gently, lovingly yet possesively he kisses her. The kiss seems to last and last forever. Then just as slowly he breaks the kiss and moves only a matter of inches away again.

"Clarice, you taste as wonderful as you look and feel." Then gently, still holding her by her wrists, be begins to caress her cheeks with is lips, down below her right cheek line, down her neck. His lips like feathers, brushing, teasing. "I've waited a long time for you Clarice. A long time."

 

[Cellar Lilly]

Whatever she had been feeling smug or powerful about was gone in the half-second it took him to pounce on top of her, pinning her wrists over her head and pressing her down. Shock took over, widening her eyes and parting her lips. She feels a small amount of rage at the attack. A very small amount. Despargingly small.

He lowers his hot, sweet lips to hers and kisses her lovingly. She finds her body reacting to this in the same unexpected but not entirely unwelcome way that it had been. A whimper of desire leaves her lips and her back arches against the rough material of his tuxedo. Her legs part a little, unconsciously. He says something but she's too lost in sensations to hear it. His kisses brush like soft, hot feathers up and down her cheeks and neck. She felt him still hard and hot against her belly. 'How long has it been since he's had a woman?' she thought 'He must have had a thirst growing for eight years. And he'll quench that thirst. With me.' Fear at what she knew he was capable of, though she thought he wouldn't hurt her unless she forced him to, ran through her mind.

Please, she thought, please let my voice have some composure, let me say this right, this one thing…it was a thing that might stop him; might amuse him, might make him happy. Or it might make him very angry, her mind warned. But it was already out of her mouth, and her voice did betray some of her terror, and her need.

“I’m surprised, Doctor Lecter. Rape seems more the sort of thing that Miggs would do.” Clarice writhed a little under his weight as she said it. Miggs was the insane inmate who had thrown cum in her face on her first visit to see Dr. Lecter.

She had to give into the little rage, as much as she knew she wanted him she knew it was wrong. She knew what she said could get her killed or could even the score.

 

[Dante45]

He leaned back, with a thoughtful look on his face. Released her wrists and sat up. Still looking at her, still looking into her eyes. "You are absolutely right. It is something that little man would have done."

He reach down and stroked her leg gently. Then stood and stepped around to the head of the bed. He sat down once again, this time sitting beside her. He touched her cheek lightly. "I would much rather you desired me as I desire you Clarice. I can tell your intriqued. I can also tell that your midwestern etho's is refusing to let you come to me willingly. Yet, I don't want to force you. I want to feel you, to know and to experience you. So, once again you have found a way to slow the progress of my desire. I shan't play this game the night through Clarice."

"Do you even know what you want Clarice? I can tell you desire me as I desire you. I can tell you want me to take you, possess you. Yet, I can see you feel you must stop this happening. So complex your innocence."

"Your move?" He smiled that knowing smile and touched her cheek once again.

 

[Cellar Lilly]

He surprised her by standing and moving to sit beside her. She knew that discourtesy angered him. She didn't want to seem disrespectful. 'What am I thinking?' she asked herself. She surprised herself by leaning into his hand and closing her eyes when he touched her cheek.
"You're right, Docter. I am intrigued. I'm flattered. I just want to know why. Why me? Why now?"

She felt so strange, so exposed, sitting there naked beside a debonair man in a tuxedo. She moved her arms to cover her breasts like a modest teenager. She shifted to look at him better. His features were the same. He looked as young as he had eight years ago. His maroon eyes still burned with a mocking intelligence and his lips were still so perfect looking. She had to physically restrain herself from touching them.

Now that he was sitting beside, so close she could feel the air disturbed by his body, she wanted him on her again. She wanted to feel his flesh on her flesh and she wanted his heat. He was already inside her head, she wanted him inside her body.

 

[Dante45]

"Why you?" He smiled as he continued to caress her cheeks, now with the back of his hand. "You must learn to have more self confidence, Clarice. If I were to look at this from an intellectual point of view I would say because your strong, beautiful, fit and intelligent. It would follow then that I would want to mate with such a one as you. But reality is that it is not so much intellectually that I want you, but emotionaly. You are still, as ever strong, beautiful, fit and intellegent, but when I see you or hear your voice..." His eyes misted over for a moment and he tilted his head slightly to ne side, as if hearing something in the distance.

His eyes darted suddenly back to her. "I want you Clarice, and I need you. You are someone that I can not only talk to but I can listen to. You stimulate me in every way emotionaly for certain, physicaly, most evidently by my physical excitement which I have seen you notice and mentally. You Clarice Starling are my 'Perfect Woman'. I may have done, let us say questionable things, but I still feel that you have a simular desire for me." He placed his hand under her chin, and looked into eyes. "Let me love you Clarice.."

 

[Cellar Lilly]

All her reserve left in a fleeting spark. She leaned forward, her unexpected movement causing his hand to fall to her chest, right below the collarbone. She brushed her parted lips to his. Clarice felt an explosion in her mind and stomach as he kissed back, hard. She knew she loved him back and she was ready.

 

[Dante45]

As their lips crushed upon each other, Lecter's hand gently slid down to her breast, cupping it, he allowed her smooth skin to rub against his palm. He could feel the weight of her breast, the taste of her tongue, the smoothness of skin all at once. The sensations were overpowering. After what seemed a lifetime, he broke the kiss and stood. He removed his tux without ever loosing eye contact with Starling.

He wasn't a young man any more. But he had stayed in shape, was extremely strong, and at the moment quite excited by this young F.B.I. agent who had become the center of his passions.

He slipped quietly, that had not spoken since the kiss, back into the bed, into Clarice's arms. Again, their lips met, he allowed his hands to begin gently exploring this woman, probably the only woman since his sister, he had ever loved.

 

[Cellar Lilly]

All thoughts left Clarice's head and were replaced with an overwhelming desire for the man in front of her. She felt his hands on her, his skin almost as soft as her own, and gasped. She wimpered like a child when he broke the kiss. Her face was flushed and her eyes were shining. She felt his eyes on her as he stood to take off his tuxedo. He saw the look on her face. It was of unchecked delight and blatent entreaty. He was strong for a man his age, muscles streched tauntly under his skin. His eyes remained on her and she saw him growing harder, if she could believe it. He had to be a good eight inches and she practically drooled. Anticipation burned in her stomach and she reached out to him as he climbed beside her. Instead of the fierce look she was expecting, though it was not completely gone, a look of deep love and affection was in his face. His lips found hers and she was surprised sparks didn't light up the room. His hands ('Those hands have done so many evil things' she thought, not at all minding it) traveled lusiously down her ribs and thighs. Her own hands seemed fixed on his arms, amazed at the strengh in them. He brushed fingertips lightly across her stomach, raising an eyebrow at the uncharacteristic belly-button ring he felt there (the product of a dunken graduation party in New York City). She smiled at his surprise, pressing herself closer against him, running her hands down his back now and in his hair.

 

[Dante45]

He slowly allowed his hands to wander over the young body beneath him. Touching and caressing. He had dreamed of this moment, with all his exceptional intellect he knew this was dangerous, to have fallen so deeply in love with an F.B.I. agent, a good one. Yet at this moment nothing matter but her.

He broke the sensous kiss and taste of her lips and allowed his lips to brush her cheeks and the curve of her face. He lowered his head and kissed her neck, so soft and yet so strong. He touch the top of the swell of her left breast with his tongue, then lips, lowering himself still further, and touching the delicate aeroule of the breast, encirling the swell with his tongue gently and playfully. He thin kissed down her the toned muscles of her abdomen, so flat and taught with her excitement.

His own excitement growing within him as he played with the metal of the navel piercing. She moaned softly. He raised himself back up and looked into her eyes. Then once again tasted her mouth, her lips her tongue. Rising up her lay upon her, her legs opening for him. "I want to taste you Clarice, but first this.. My desire is to high and I don't want to frighten you." He smiled, so close to her he was almost a blur in her vision. "You need to trust me before you will be fully confident when taste you there. It can be so un-nerving to allow one such as myself to 'eat you' in a more convential way."

With this last said he penetrated her slowly, allowing the passion to build within himself, a moan escaping from his lips as he took her. For the first time, Hannibal Lector was not fully in control of himself he was lost in another.

 

[Cellar Lilly]

Clarice felt his kisses on her face, moaning when he kissed the base of her neck, not ever fearing that he would bite her. Her only thought was of Hannibal here and now. She had wanted him since she had first met him, but not allowed herself to realize it. The realization brought with it a passion that she had never felt before. She yielded to his hands, all the while her hands traveled over him. Over his arms, his neck, his shoulders, his chest, twining themselves in his hair as be kissed her breast, a gasp escaping from her lips, her back arching to meet her need. She felt him teasingly suck her still-sensitive naval ring and almost came right then. She wanted him so badly that she didn't even mind when he came back up to kiss her mouth. She spread her finely muscled legs further to accomodate him. He said something about trust and need, but she didn't hear. He saw her turned back head, parted lips and heavy-lidded eyes and didn't mind. He entered her and they moaned together. He felt so good inside, even just this much, and it had been so long. Her back arched up to his chest and he pressed against her, letting her feel some of his weight. She blindly found his mouth and kissed him. Her eyes flew open as he kissed back hard and, just hard enough to draw blood, bit her lip as he thrust fully into her for the first time. Her own first orgasm hit her like a tsunami and she felt herself dripping. 'Damn,' she thought, 'how does he do this to me?'

 

[Dante45]

He lost himself in the act. It had happened so rarely. At his age to have been with only three women. This is fourth, such a passionate and hungry creature.

He was strong. His rythym was fast, as he pounded himself into her again and again. He would have already lost control of himself if he had been any other man, but he controlled his own mind fully. He allowed the tension within him to build slowly, though his animal instincts screamed for release.

He felt her first orgasm, as she squeezed his 'cock', letting the name for his member roll through his mind, with her 'cunt', allowing this word to echo across his brain. He continued his assault, wanting to enjoy this build up forever, this crescendo should build like a wave of gigantic proportion before being unleashed. He had her gripped tightly to him, listening to her breath, smelling her skin and hair, he flicked his tongue across her lips, and her taste, he took all of these senses of her and began storing them in his 'Clarice room' within his mind, he could come back and recall each second at his leisure anytime, and this moment was something he would never, ever forget!

[Edited by Dante45 on 03-05-2001 at 12:57 PM]