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Exhiliration

copyright 2001, by China Mail

Disclaimer:    The characters Dr. Hannibal Lecter, Clarice Starling, and Frederick Chilton 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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She had tracked him down to Bermuda. It had taken her a couple of days to get the guest list from all the hotels on the island and search them for the most likely Lecter aliases. It was easy to find – being so obvious as to veritably jump off the page at her. Milton Destuchi. Chilton Must Die. Well, the doctor does like his anagrams.

Dr. Lecter returned from lunch to find her standing in the middle of the living room of his suite, in perfect firing stance, the gun leveled at his heart. “Dr. Lecter, you’re under arrest. Turn around and kneel on the floor, arms behind your back.”

“Well, hello Clarice.” He removed his hat, his sunglasses and then his jacket. He turned away from her to hang his jacket over the back of a chair, smoothing out a few wrinkles. “I’ve been expecting you. Put the gun down, would you? I think it’s time we had a talk,” he said matter-of-factly as he turned back around to face her.

“Dr. Lecter, I’m a federal agent and I’m ordering you to—“

“All right, all right, Clarice,” holding up his hands, “you have officially taken me into custody. I am your prisoner. There now, does that satisfy your sense of duty? I promise I’m not going anywhere without you so please put the gun down.”

“You know I can’t – I won’t do that Dr. Lecter.” Paying her no mind he nonchalantly approached her and took the gun from her hand, placing it carefully on the coffee table. She was stunned at how easily she allowed him to disarm her. He walked back towards her stopping a few feet away. “Now, can we have a frank discussion?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. “I’m curious as to why you followed me here Clarice. When you found out Dr. Chilton was vacationing here you followed your instincts didn’t you? Oh, forgive my manners, please sit down won’t you?” She shakes her head, still in disbelief at what is happening here. “No? Alright, stand if you wish.”

“Where was I? Yes, Dr. Chilton. Well, I’m afraid you’re too late.” He noticed her eyes widen at the news. “Don’t look so stunned Clarice. We both know he had it coming. And had you been in time to save him, he probably wouldn’t have thanked you, you know. More than likely, opportunist that he is, er was, he would have tried to use it for his own gain. You know how well he enjoyed fame – and you. On the same subject, tell me, did Catherine Martin ever thank you?”

“No.” Her voice came out as a croak and she cleared her throat. “No, she didn’t but—“

“Hmm, don’t you think she could have picked up the phone, jotted you a note? After all, you risked your life to save her.” He stared at the powder burn on her cheek, wishing he could have killed Gumb himself.

“I didn’t expect her to. There was no need for that – I was just doing my job. Besides, she probably didn’t want to be reminded of her ordeal.”

“But she kept Gumb’s dog, didn’t she Clarice? I would think that would be an almost constant reminder of her ordeal.”

“Yes, well I don’t know what—“

“Then tell me this, have the lambs stopped screaming?” She paused a moment before shaking her head no. “No, I didn’t think so. Not even your heroic rescue of Miss Martin could silence them. They never will stop screaming you know. Not until you’ve faced up to some truths. Like what you’re really doing here. Because you didn’t come here to save Dr. Chilton. Nor did you come here to take me into custody.”

“No, you came here to see me Clarice. Not to arrest me, but to see me. Face to face, no glass walls, no bars between us.” He moved closer. She didn’t bat an eyelash as he came to stop just inches in front of her. “You’re not afraid of me, are you Clarice?” He questioned softly, her name on his lips like a caress. “Why is that I wonder? Don’t you wonder too? Any other person on the face of this thankless earth would have the sense to show SOME fear.”

She met his eyes but didn’t answer. It’s true, I feel no fear. What she did feel is every nerve in her body tingling as a small quiver of delight rolled up her spine and made the fine hairs on the nape of her neck stand up. She studied him for a moment, not sure of what to do or say. She noticed he’d already lost some of his prison palor and that the blue shirt he wore fit him well, revealing the finely muscled arms and chest beneath it.

He raised his hand as if to touch her face. He stopped just short of that then let his hand drop back to his side. “Nor do you flinch when I make a move to touch you. But I saw something jump there in your eyes. It wasn’t fear, so what was it? I think I know, shall I tell you?”

She remains silent, wishing him to tell her. Wanting him to put into words what she’s afraid to think, let alone say.

“I’ll assume that your silence means you want me to continue Clarice.” He circles her, stopping just behind her, his lips close to her ear. “You’re body is singing right now, isn’t it? There’s a humming in your head and your heart is pounding. I can hear it. You feel this way everytime we meet, don’t you? You don’t need to admit it to me – but you do need to admit it to yourself sooner or later. I make you feel—ALIVE. Or how about a more appropriate word-- what was the one you used to describe how you felt when you saw Mr. Raspail’s head in the jar?-- Ah yes, EXHILARATED was the word you used, wasn’t it? You feel exhilarated whenever I’m near, don’t you Clarice? And that feeling is increased tenfold now that we’re alone together, isn’t it? “

This time her body shuddered noticeably. He smiled. His gravely voice was right in her ear. “Are your nipples tight now? Do you feel the tingling between your legs? Are you READY for me Clarice?”

She couldn’t stand it anymore. Just the sound of his voice was enough to drive her crazy but his words excited her even more. Everything he’s said is true. She is helpless, hopeless and she is ready. She started to turn to him but he stopped her, gripping her shoulders and pulling her back against his chest. She let her head fall back against him and let out a moan. He slid his hands down her arms to her hands, taking them in hers. She curled her fingers around his and turned her head seeking his lips. “All in good time Clarice. Let’s not rush things, shall we?” he whispered against her ear, reaching out his tongue to trace its outline. He moved his lips down her neck and gave it a sharp bite. She cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure in her voice. He sucked the small trickle of blood from her neck and as her knees buckled he caught her, wrapping his arms under her breasts. “Some people have labled me a vampire Clarice. I am not, though I must say I find you to be extremely tasty.”

He finally turned her around and saw the unmistakeable glow of passion in her eyes. “You exhilarate me too”, he murmured, his voice dripping with desire. He lowered his head and captured her lips with his. She tastes her blood mingling with the sweetness of his mouth and kissed him back hungrily. She wrapped her arms around him, wanting to pull him closer, closer, until she could no longer tell where she begins and he ends.

He pulled back to rain light kisses her all over her face, rubbing her scalp and running his fingers through her soft, auburn hair. Her hands moved restlessly over his back, his shoulders. She can’t get enough of him, enough of this feeling.

“Are you ever going to speak Clarice? Your body tells me everything I need to know, however I’d still like to hear you say it.”

Her voice came out as a whisper, “Please, please Doc—“ he placed one finger over her lips.

“What is my name Clarice?”

“Hannibal.”

“Yes, good girl. Now what was is that you were asking for so nicely?”

“You. I want you.”

“And you shall have me. Didn’t I just promise that I wouldn’t go anywhere without you?” He smiled as he gathered her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind them.


FIN

copyright 2001, by China Mail

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