bedeliana: Bedelia asks alana to discuss her and Hannibal's sex life-gets turned on when she does and they do the do
Word Count: 598
I would have done the smut bit but now it's like 11:20pm and yeah
A breath. “Tell me about the times you have been intimate with other people.”
A furrowing brow. “What?”
Not a moment of hesitance. “Tell me about your sex life.” And then there was the hesitation. “Specifically with Hannibal Lecter, Doctor Bloom.” This certainly wasn’t any kind of professional curiosity.
“Why would you want to know that?” Alana asked. She occupied the chair that the blonde’s only patient usually took. He wasn’t going to be joining her that evening, and she was glad, especially with the questions that she was asking Alana. She could only hope that Alana Bloom wouldn’t try to tell Hannibal about her odd request.
“Because I am curious.”
Alana sat in thought for a couple of moments, her brow remaining furrowed at Bedelia, who was sitting directly across from her. “We’re having an affair,” she finally answered. “It only began recently.”
“How recently?” Bedelia’s expression remained emotionless, making her difficult to read. It was almost as though she were on the job at that very second.
“About a month ago.”
“Tell me about it in more detail.”
“But why?” Alana asked, her voice raising slightly. “What would you get out of knowing what Hannibal and I get up to?”
“I would get…” Bedelia though for a moment, keeping her eye contact with Alana, one pair of blue eyes staring into another. “Some cheap entertainment.”
Alana didn’t know, at that point, whether she should have been angry or not. She decided to not. “He usually takes control.” Alana wasn’t shy about her sex life, but she didn’t quite like talking about it to Bedelia, especially with no reasoning behind her motives. “He’s very good at what he does.” If one was paying enough attention – more attention than Bedelia was paying – they would notice the slightest of blushes coming over Alana’s cheeks. She was glad that Bedelia didn’t point it out.
“Where?”
“What?”
“Where does he take you?”
“In the bedroom, usually. Sometimes – other places.” The very thought was something beautiful to her.
A moment of silence passed between them before Alana continued, “He’s a good, gentle lover.”
Bedelia continued to ask her questions about the intimacy between Alana and Hannibal. She wanted to know every single detail. Such curiosity was not regular of her, but boredom of the norm was beginning to lead her to irregular curiosities.
She began to allow her imagination to get the best of her. Bedelia allowed herself to imagine exactly how the intimacy between Hannibal and Alana would be; how rough they would be with each, when they were rough with each other, her mind adding each small detail to every scenario she learnt of. It was upon so much thinking, too much thinking, that she began to tune out.
“Stop.” Bedelia stood from her seat, walking to Alana and pulling the wide eyed Doctor Bloom to her feet.
“But you were the one th-“ Alana’s words were cut off by lips being pressed to her own. A small distance was kept between their bodies.
“I think we would both benefit more if you were having an affair with me rather than him,” Bedelia said, giving Alana a soft smile.
Alana was speechless. How could she have possibly known that these were Bedelia’s intentions? She allowed the lips to be pressed against her own again, the kiss slightly more passionate as the brunette brought her body closer to Bedelia’s. And with that kiss she didn’t allow their lips to part, carrying through with the kisses.
Had she known that this had been Bedelia’s intention all along, Alana would have never argued.
