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i'm so excited, i'm in too deep [Hannibal]

[February 29, 2012]

Leap Year. With everything else, she'd somehow missed that it was a leap year and now she felt... slighted. This really wasn't her month and she was just to the point of waiting it out. Deciding that she wanted to date was one thing, actually doing it was another. She knew she was going about it the wrong way, that looking at every guy she came across while checking off a mental checklist of eligibility was not the way to pick out a guy. But then, she has never done this before. Ever.

Falling in love with Franklin had been as easy as breathing, they had known each other for so long that being in love was just.. natural. It fit. With Korvus, she'd gotten a massive push from the Phoenix Force, an instant connection that made her feel closer to him than she had anyone else in ages, once she stopped fighting it, that was. But she'd made peace with the idea that none of them were coming here and she wasn't going home anytime soon, so... she had to stop pretending it was all transient, try and make a go of it on the island, and - she didn't want to do it alone.

She was tired of being alone. Of seeing everyone else pairing off. Okay, so she'd seen quite a few of them end up with broken hearts, but for a little while, those people looked really happy. Rachel desperately wanted to be happy. Even if it was just for a little while.

But she was 0 and I-don't-want-to-think-about-it in the dating department so she just wanted the month to end. New month, new chances. In the meantime, she'd just park herself at the bar in the Hub, have a few drinks, and start wondering if the bookcase would give her dating advice books in the morning.

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"What? No!" Rachel blushed and chuckled, nervously running her fingers through her hair. "I was, um, appreciating the view. It was a little hard to on the way here." She was honest at least, right?

"God, you must think I'm a total ditz. But I really hadn't gotten that good a look at you before and I..." Hopeless, she was absolutely hopeless and she couldn't imagine how red her face was getting. "...am really glad I get to now."

Hannibal was rather amused that she had decided to hook up with him when she hadn't really seen what he looked like. He chalked that up less to her drinks and more to his incredible personality. That seemed reasonable, right?

"Well, I was the one staring at you, so it make sense. Glad you approve though," he said, reaching out to hook a finger into the waist of her pants and pulled her close for a kiss.

She was fully prepared for him to laugh, not really at her, because she was doing a pretty good job at being amused at herself, so with her. If she had little experience dating, she had even less hooking up with a guy she met at a bar. Like, zero. Like, she still couldn't quite believe she was doing it.

Of course, any doubt she had was erased when he pulled her in. And after the initial shock, she just went with it. It felt good - warm lips, strong arms - and she found she was giving as good as she was getting, reaching a hand around to slide underneath the hem of his shirt, feeling the skin of his back under her palm.

Once she started kissing back, it all fell into place and any lack of prior flirting was quickly made up for. Her hand felt good against his skin, warm and firm. Her hands weren't overly soft, either. Whatever it was that she did, she worked at it enough to have a few callouses, which he liked. It was probably a good sign that things were going to be physical.

For his part, his hands slid down to grip her ass as he deepened the kiss, tongue teasing at her lips as he gave a small growl.

Rachel groaned a little as she opened her mouth against his, welcoming his tongue with her own. Her skin tingled beneath her clothes as he gripped her and she had little time to reflect that whatever else this was, it was feeling good.

Her nails scraped a little across his back as she slid them up and down the broad expanse, pulling him tighter against her. She had wanted oblivion earlier, a way to forget the month, this was better than alcohol.

Hannibal's kiss turned increasingly heated and passionate as she pulled him closer. Apparently she was just as into this now as he was, so whatever awkwardness she had felt earlier was gone.

Pulling away a bit, he grinned at her before biting at her lower lip, pressing his hips against her so she could see how hard he was.

"So are you the kind of girl where I'm going to have to tell you my safe word?"

"Safe word?" Rachel was a little taken aback, what kind of women did he usually pick up, anyway? "No, not that kinda girl."

Rising a little on her toes, she brushed her lips across his lightly as she ran the tips of a finger over the scruff of his beard. Something else new, she'd never been with a guy with a beard. She was taking all kinds of chances tonight, wasn't she? "Do I need one?"

"Not unless you're into that," he said, grinning against his mouth before he pulled back just a bit further and peeled his shirt off over his head.

Hannibal wasn't particularly vain, but it wasn't like he wasn't aware of how ripped he was. When you regularly went up against creatures that were stronger and faster than you, it helped to be in the best shape you could. Also, he didn't get many complaints from the ladies either.

"But trust me, that's something you want to get cleared up way, way before it's necessary."

He wasn't getting any complaints now as Rachel reached out to run a hand down his chest. Worked hard, lived hard, too, if she read the a few of the scars right, especially the gunshot wound to the shoulder. But then, in this place she wasn't too surprised, it certainly liked its' heroes and villains.

"Won't be necessary." She got beat up enough back home, didn't need it here. Reaching down, she pulled her own shirt off, leaving bra on for now as she reached out again, this time for the clasp of his pants as she was still sober enough to ask a fairly important question. "Need another kind of protection, though. Have any?"

"Top drawer in the night stand," he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. Any doubts he had about how fit she was were dispelled when she pulled off her top. They were definitely going at it for a while.

"And you have fantastically perky breasts," he added. "Christ I want to put my mouth and hands all over them."

It was rare she heard comments like that aloud, in the back of someone's mind, sure, but out loud? Not so often, it sounded a little strange, and flattering.

Pulling open his fly, she smiled a little as she leaned in to seal her lips against the pulse in his neck as she slid her hand into his pants, rubbing against the hardness inside. "I think you're gonna get your chance. Pretty soon if you feel like pressing your advantage."

Hannibal gave a louder growl as she kisses his neck, a small shiver running through his body as her fingers started rubbing against him. As aggressive and physical as he could be, Hannibal had absolutely no problem with the woman taking control if that's what she wanted.

"Fuck not if you keep doing that, bit distracting."

"For someone who talked a pretty big game back at the bar, couldn't you multi-task?"

Rachel paused, mostly so she could finish unzipping the pants he wore, but also so she could slide both of her hands inside, running fingers over his hips and ass. She was excited, in more ways than one as she hummed against his skin, dropping a little so she could test the line of his collarbone with lips and tongue, see if he liked that. It felt powerful, making him shiver, hearing him growl, she wanted more of that.

But she didn't feel like doing all the work. "Don't feel like you have to wait for an invitation for anything, okay?"

"Well that was before how I knew how good you were with your hands," he said, moaning as she stroked him again. The licking was good too and his cock jerked in her hand when she did it.

Taking her up on her no invitation invitation Hannibal slid a hand up her stomach to palm her breasts, massaging them softly to start. That lasted all of a few seconds before he started to brush a thumb along her nipples, hoping to get them hard.

"Christ," she hissed as she felt his hands through the thin lace of her bra and her body responded almost immediately, with her nipples hardening and heat pooling between her legs. Teeth lightly grazed his neck as Rachel sucked a little harder, giving him a nip as her hand kept stroking him.

Glad she'd been wearing sandals, she toed them off, kicking them aside as she finally started pushing Hannibal's pants off his hips.

"Just for the record, I don't mind if you get a little bitey and scratchy," Hannibal said, pinching her nipples through the thin fabric. Actually, Hannibal kind of preferred it that way, but advertising that right now might make her worried he was going to be a little rough.

He helped her work his pants off and kicked them off, along with his shoes, before reaching behind her to undo her bra, wanting to free her breasts for his mouth.

"Neither do I." That was better, more skin was always better she thought as she stopped long enough to let the bra fall to the ground, sighing as she was finally able to feel the skin of his chest against hers.

But since they seemed to be setting a few ground rules at the moment, there was something she remembered. "No spanking, makes me feel like I"m six and that's really not what I want right now." She pulled him into a brief kiss, asking after, "Anything else I need to know?"

Hannibal craned his neck down to kiss along the top of her breasts. He was a little bummed out to hear about no spanking, but he could get over it so log as he didn't lose himself in the moment.

"I would like to formally go in record that with an ass like that it's a shame there's no spanking, but it's not a big deal. I do have a Hello Kitty tattoo on my ass, laughter is okay but it can be a mood changed if you're not expecting. And I'm fine with you spanking me."

Rachel bit her lip as she felt the rush of warmth against her chest, it made her shiver in anticipation. Her entire body felt heightened, on edge, and her fingers threaded through the short hair of his head, pulling on the strands for encouragement.

"No laughing. Not... not with this. God, not with this." And there still wouldn't be any spanking. A few other things, but no spanking.

Hannibal had no problem with laughing during sex, it could be seriously funny at times. Apparently this girl was serious about her bar hook ups. If that was how she rolled though, Hannibal could work with that.

He continued to kiss down her body, gradually moving to his knees so that his head was closer to the proper height to kiss her breasts. His hands squeezed her ass tight while his lips kissed, nibbled, and sucked all along her breasts.

Head falling forward, Rachel moaned softly, giving the occasional pleasured gasp when he nibbled somewhere she liked. She felt like she had a fever, a little light-headed and giddy, and the remaining clothes she was wearing just didn't seem to fit right. Especially since she could feel his hands pressing into her, and had to do it through the jeans she was wearing.

Chuckling a little from the back of her throat, she arched against him a bit and asked, "Since you're down there, mind helping me get these pants off? Think we'll both feel a lot better." It was a little strange, asking, she'd never had to do it before, telepathic urges or in Aidan's case a complete lack of clothing to begin with had usually done it for her. It was different.

Hannibal grinned up at her, teeth gently biting at one of her nipples as he began to work the button of her jeans. He was more than happy to help her with that, agreeing that they'd definitely be much happier when she got more of her clothes off.

He kissed down her stomach as he slid the pants down, mouth moving in synch with his hands, kissing along the firm muscles of her abdomen and down to her hips. He massaged her legs as he slid of her jeans, enjoying the feel of the muscle beneath the smooth skin.

"Not to be a broken record, but you're body is fucking amazing."

"You're not a slouch, yourself, Christ, you're cut..." Thinking was definitely getting a little harder between the residual alcohol and the distraction of those sexy lips, but she wasn't having a single problem running her hands over his back and shoulders. Partially because she was loving the defined lines of muscle, and partially for balance as she rose each leg so he could slide the pants off entirely.

Now the only thing between them was the thin scrap of thong she was wearing, plenty damp from her growing arousal. "But I'm all yours tonight, General." She couldn't stop the little giggle that bubbled up. "Enjoy."

"Oh, I like the sound of that," he said, sliding one of her legs over his shoulder to give him better access. He gripped her hip for support with both hands as he kissed along the inside of her leg, moving closer to the last bit of clothing that separated his mouth from quite a bit of pleasure for the both of them.

"Oh, God..." She gasped a little as she teetered on her one remaining leg to stand on, gripping him tightly to keep from falling over as the laughter started to bubble up again. What the hell was wrong with her?

Gasping and laughing at the way those lips felt against her skin, she managed to get out, "Bed? Please? If you're gonna do that, I'm not gonna be able to st-stand."

Edited 2012-03-03 05:58 (UTC)

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