Hello! Thank you! ❤️❤️ I love these. 39. because time's run out.
How about some Baltimore affair to start the week off right:
parting cup
She fastens up her blouse with extensive concentration, eyes locked on the buttons. She does not need to look at them, but she does not want to look at Hannibal.
“Are you sure you cannot stay a bit longer?” he asks, again.
“I told you, I have an early appointment,” she answers, adjusting her sleeves.
Still avoiding his gaze.
“I will prepare breakfast,” he continues, not ready to admit defeat.
Bedelia sighs and turns to look at him. He is leaning next to the bedroom door, wearing nothing but his pyjama pants. Her eyes follow the broad line of his chest, and she swallows a different kind of sigh.
She knew they should not have spent the night at his place. She knew he would try to keep her from leaving.
“I do not want to be late,” she states firmly.
She picks up her watch from the bedside table, disregarding the sight of the tangled sheets, still holding the heat, and scent, of their bodies.
She knew she would want to stay.
“Can I at least offer you something to take with you?” he persists as he picks up her blazer.
“I am fine, thank you.”
She allows him to help her put it on. Her gaze moves swiftly across the room, making sure she did not forget anything. She ignores the enticing warmth of Hannibal’s body as he stands behind her. He hands her the purse with a sad smile. He does not dare to pressure her further, but he is far from hiding his disappointment.
“Thank you.”
She takes her purse and readies herself to leave, paying no attention to his sullen stare.
Or his dark, shining eyes.
Hannibal escorts her down the hallway and opens the door for her. She is about to step outside when his arm wraps around her waist.
“I cannot let you leave empty handed.”
He spins her gently and draws her into his embrace. His lips press against hers in a kiss so deep it makes Bedelia’s body shiver. A surge of heat rushes through her, setting her senses alight. She inhales sharply when their lips part, the world still hazy around her.
“Will I see you later this week?” he asks.
She knows she should say no, but the sensation of his kiss still melts through her veins.
