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Beauty and Her Beast

copyright 2001, by China Mail

Disclaimer:    The characters Dr. Hannibal Lecter, Clarice Starling, and Paul Krendler 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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PART 1


“Not in a thousand years.”

“That’s my girl.”

He leaned forward until his lips were pressed firmly against hers. She didn’t struggle, she couldn’t even if she wanted to. Her ponytail was wedged so tightly inside the refrigerator door that it hurt, damn it. Still, the instinct to fight was strong and she had to force herself to keep her arms at her sides. She had to bide her time, wait for just the right moment to catch him off his guard. She relied on all of her training to gauge when that moment had arrived.

She felt his slow kiss caress her lips. The smell of the light but expensive cologne he wore reached her nostrils. An involuntary thought crossed her mind “God, he smells good”. The heady scent of him mingled with the warmth of his lips and she was surprised to feel her resolve begin to weaken. She heard the pounding of her heartbeat and was sure he could hear it too. It was now or never. An instant later she had him trapped in the handcuffs.

He heard the gentle click as the lock closed. He opened one eye and cocked his eyebrow but did not release her lips immediately. God, she wished he would before she betrayed herself and gave in to this enticing kiss.

Finally he broke away and she saw a look of surprise linger for a second in his eyes. It was quickly replaced by… what? Holding his head close to hers, he spoke softly, and she heard amusement trickling through his voice.

“Now that’s really interesting…. And I’m really pressed for time.”

Well, I’m glad he thinks this is funny, she thought to herself. Well, guess what Dr. Lecter? Game. Set. Match.

But as the first sound of the sirens began to pierce the early evening air, his tone changed from one of amusement to one of annoyance. “Where’s the key? Where is the key Clarice?”

She maintained her silence and tried to calm herself. They’ll be here any minute, just hold on Clarice.

He contemplated the situation for a moment, studying her face. She remained impassive until she realized he was looking right through her. Then she saw a slow smile stretch his lips and heard him purr, “Guess you’ll have to come along then, hmmm?”

Her eyes opened wide as the shock of his words registered in her gut. Before she could react, he turned swiftly, grabbed a butter knife from the counter and began to jimmy the fridge door open. She finally found her tongue. “Dr. Lecter? Dr. Lecter? Please, don’t do this”, she heard herself whimper. Suddenly the door popped open and in one swift motion she was unceremoniously dumped over his shoulder.

“You won’t scream now, will you Clarice?” She struggled against him but he was uncommonly strong and his one free hand was gripping her so tightly behind her knees. “Yes, you might. Can’t have that, can we?”, amusement once again creeping into his voice.

“Checkmate, Agent Starling”, he said with just a trace of glee. Yes, he found himself quite pleased by this sudden turn of events. With his free arm he reached for the zipper of a bag sitting on a chair next to the back door, unzipped it and pulled out some duct tape. He gently hummed a tune as he went about his work, only slightly hampered by his wrist linked to hers. She was unable to see what he was doing but she felt the jerk of his head as he ripped a length of tape with his teeth. The sound of the tape tearing awakened her to action and she began to struggle in earnest, to no avail.

All right then, Clarice, reason with him. Damn it, remember the hostage training. She tried to place herself back in class at Quantico, Wednesday mornings, 9:00 AM sharp. But everything was happening so fast. “ Um… Dr. Lecter, the key is upstairs. We can get it and I…I promise to let you leave. I’ll do nothing to stop you. I’ll tell them you escaped ten minutes ago”. He seemed not to hear. He set her down then, slapped the stretch of tape across her mouth, and grabbing her hard by the upper arms gave her a good shake. She ceased struggling and stared up at him in defeat.

“Okey-dokey, then. Ready?” Despite the slight upward curve of his lips she could tell he meant business. Over his shoulder she went again. She felt the warm evening air as he stepped out the door. The sirens were close now, so close. He made his way quickly through the trees and down a small hill to a cove. The Chesapeake Bay stretched out ahead, color the deepest blue, lights dancing along the shoreline. Glancing to his right at the shapely derriere perched atop his shoulder, he purred “Nice view.” She felt his silent laughter rumble from deep within and reverberate through her thighs, still locked closely against his chest.

He stopped, threw his bag aboard the waiting boat and set her down once again. Before she had a chance to get her bearings she heard him say, “On three now… Jump Clarice.”


FIN

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