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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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"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)

Hannibal was definitely liking the playful mood all of her laughter was putting him in. Other times the giggling might have been a bit annoying, but he was definitely digging it now.

"Alright," he said, standing and scooping her up in his arms as he moved to set her down on the bed. "But you have to promise to let me start right back up where I had left off."

"Ah!" She shrieked again, she couldn't remember the last time she'd been carried around so much without having been unconscious first. It was a little crazy and she had to admit, it boded well for the rest of the night.

Once on the bed, she curled a hand around his neck to pull him down with her, still laughing a little. "If you insist, I'd hate to disappoint you."

"There'd be tears if you didn't," he said, leaning forward to give her another quick kiss, grinding his hips against her before he started to work his way back down her body. The second time along, he focused more on those spots that she had seemed to especially like. There was something to be said for repeat performances.

"Can't have that." Her hips rose to meet his, another low moan escaping her lips at the feel of him against her. There was another one or two as he teased his way down her body. He'd paid attention. Good boy.

God, she was going to giggle again, so undignified. Hell, at this point he was probably lucky she wasn't ticklish. Well, very ticklish. But right now she shivers she was getting had nothing to do with the crawling of her skin and everything to do with the heat radiating beneath it. It was a different feeling, the scratch of his beard along with the heat of his lips, but damn if she didn't like it just as much.

Hannibal looped a finger along the waist of her thong and pulled it down, kissing along hers leg as he pulled it completely off and flung it aside. Once that was off, he kissed back up her body, lips and teeth teasing along the inside of her legs as he massaged her inner thighs.

He could tell how ready she was already, apparently not needing a whole lot of encouragement to get her went. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't be a gentleman and do the proper thing to get her really going.

Another grin flashed up at her and he kissed higher, tongue flicking out against the folders of her opening as he kissed along her.

Rachel closed her eyes and leaned back onto the bed, taking a few deep breaths to try and banish the giggles for a little while. She was already light-headed enough from the drinks and the foreplay, she didn't need to hyperventilate on top of it.

Besides, she was starting to have a whole different reason for breathing heavy as he parted her legs and started working his way back up. She drew a shaky lungful of air in, trying not to arch against him as he finally gave her some friction where she'd been needing it the most.

Hannibal gave a long, slow lick, enjoying the taste of her and the excitement of how wet she was. Whatever complaints she had about guys on the island not hitting on her, she was definitely excited to go once one had.

One free hand reached up to play with her breasts, squeezing and massaging them as his tongue and lips worked at her. He enjoyed this, this moment where it was all about her and doing things to her to drive her wild. She was responsive, too which made it all the more fun for him.

After a bit of playing, his tongue moved a bit higher, flicking against her clit quickly before taking a longer, slower lick along it.

She bit her lip to keep from moaning too loudly, too early. She had no doubt this guy, who apparently picked up women that needed safe words, was going to drive her past distraction, but she didn't want to loose control too early. But, damn, the man was good at this, teasing her with his hand as he tasted her with his tongue.

Even the bite couldn't stop the groan that left her as he started in on her sensitive and swollen clit, and twisting her hand in the blanket didn't stop her hips from swaying, trying to press into him, closer, harder. "That's... oh, that's good..."

Hannibal pushed back against her when he felt her hips press up against his face. His tongue worked faster, moving against her more rapidly, pressing harder against her clit as he brought one hand down to slide a finger up inside her. Hannibal fully intended to drive her absolutely crazy with pleasure before he even got inside her.

He worked her slowly, exploring with his finger much like he had with his mouth earlier, trying to find what she enjoyed most so he could spend more time doing those things in a moment. Once he found enough of those spots, he was really going to drive her wild.

Head already spinning, Rachel couldn't even form words as he pulled soft sounds from her. And a few not so soft as she could feel her center tightening, the little twitches that told her she was getting way too close to the edge.

She arched against him again, gasping as she felt the twist of his finger inside her and she moved with him, her voice still murmuring in the hut. She wanted him to find what he was looking for, dear God did she want that and when he found one she cried out sharply, almost going over the edge right then and there.

Hannibal's finger moved a bit further in her as he started making a crooking motion, looking for the one spot that would send her completely over the edge. He could tell that she was struggling not to completely lose control and he wanted to shatter that, wanted to hear her scream and feel her shake under him.

As it was, she was driving him crazy, his cock rock hard with need as his mouth and finger worked her. She felt incredible in every way and Hannibal so badly wanted to be in her, pounding in and out of that wonderful pussy.

"God, oh..." Rachel gasped as she felt him inside her, teasing, searching and Christ it felt good, so good. Her body arched beneath him, almost involuntarily as she gasped, feeling the shift inside her getting closer and closer.

His lips and tongue, sucking and flicking sent shocks all the way through her, increasing her whimpers and moans until he found what he was looking for and she cried out, biting back a curse as she came, clenching and jerking against him as the wave crashed over her.

Those were very good reactions, and Hannibal continued to massage that spot inside her while he sucked at her clit as she came, wanting her to be able to ride out that pleasure for as long as possible. Hannibal was already wound up tightly that he wasn't sure how long he would last the first time, so it was best to make sure she got off well and good.

Plus, the reaction was just fun. The squirming and moaning, all the signs of a job well done that he liked to see and hear. Once she seemed to be done for the immediate moment, he pulled away and down at her on the bed.

"Something tells me you really needed that."

Breathing heavily and flushed, Rachel looked down the bed at him, almost laughing again. "That obvious, huh?" How long had it been since Aidan? She didn't feel like counting, but it certainly felt like long enough. Especially since she'd been all but sharing her bunk with Korvus back home. Long enough.

Her smile edged into a smirk as she crooked a finger in his direction. "But I think you're a little needy, too aren't you?" He certainly looked it, hard in oh, so many ways at the moment. And if this was a one-time thing, she guessed she was going to make the most of it. Who knew how long it would be until she had another opportunity like this?

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