Cute and sexy prompt (if wasn't done): Hannibal is really into body worship, specially if he's doing it to his lover. So of course he would do it to Bedelia ;)
Thank you so much for this prompt! ♥♥ I am sorry it took me so long; as I always say, I am very slow but I get there eventually. Nothing but shameless smut ahead, enjoy!
For you, there’s only love
The river of lights ripples below, trickling flashes unfoldingbefore Bedelia’s eyes, interspersed with glistening drops of rain. She maps thelabyrinth of streets from above, rediscovering its familiarity; she had plannedto return here someday but not under such suddencircumstances. The rain increases its fall, battering against the window andslowly obscuring the view until it all melts into a hazy golden aura. It doesnot matter to Bedelia as her attention has long shifted; she now looks at thereflection in the glass, the room and the man standing in its middle.
Hannibal finishes unbuttoning his shirt and removes it inone smooth gesture. The concept of the person suit has been quite literal, itseems, as he has enjoyed strolling around their suite half naked from themoment they arrived. Not that she complains. She suppresses a pleased smile asher eyes survey the reflection of his broad back, watching him fold the shirtneatly and place it on a chair.
Her own attire remains impeccable even though their day hasended prematurely. The weather has interrupted their walk around the city andgot them rushing back to the hotel. No matter, Bedelia thinks, she has hadenough excitement for one day. It was a strange sensation, to say the least, promenadingthe streets of Paris arm in arm with Hannibal, attentive to her every need. Shefelt suspended half way between dream and reality, expecting it to turn into anightmare but still not wanting to wake up.
“I am sorry our plans were disrupted,” he comments,venturing into her thoughts, and walks to stand behind her, observing theblurry landscape of the city of lights.
“That is quite alright,” she turns to look at him, “The citywill still be here tomorrow.”
Hannibal nods, his expression shifting unexpectedly nervous,as he contemplates their next potential activities. His hand reaches out slowlyto touch her cheek but stops mid-way.
“May I?” his voice is shy with raspy consonants suddenlyslipping off his tongue.
An enticing choice but the question feels needless; it isnot the first time they have ventured behind this particular veil. Her lipspress in her usual manner of contempt, but she cannot ignore the sudden heatrising under her skin. Their previous moments together were borrowed, briefencounters behind the curtain of reality, never lingering.
But this is different.
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