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

[starchilde_lost]

[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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[hellomynameisfu]

"Your wish is my command," he said with a bow before sliding off of his seat.

He knew that hadn't been a 'please fuck me on the bar right now' kind of please, but he was willing to bet she would stop him before he got to that point. If not, then that was going to be one less bar he was going to be allowed to patronize anymore.

"Do you want your pants off before or after you're sitting on the bar?"

[starchilde_lost]

Unmoving, Rachel arched an eyebrow in surprise. "You don't waste any time, do you?" It was so bold it made her laugh a little - well that and the expression on the bartender's face, because that was kinda priceless.

Crossing her legs she leaned on the bar, trying to figure him out and failing utterly. "Do I look like the kinda girl that's going to strip in a bar for the first finely-muscled man that pays her attention?"

[hellomynameisfu]

"Hey, normally I don't do girls right in bars, but you are seriously hot and you said please."

Of course, Hannibal was the kind of guy that would do a girl in the bar in some instances, but if she was going to play strip chicken with him, she was definitely going to lose. Or win, depending on how you looked at it.

[starchilde_lost]

Just lit enough to giggle when he said she was hot, Rachel put her chin in her hand and looked at him. That wasn't how she'd meant it, she knew that wasn't how she meant it, but there was something... refreshing about the way he was just going with it.

Finishing her drink, she set the glass aside, she hadn't been counting, hadn't been caring, but she was feeling reckless. Hell, and it was leap day, shouldn't she take one? She deserved to have a little fun, get a little action? Sliding off the stool, she stood facing him. "Think you can show a hot girl a good time somewhere?"

[hellomynameisfu]

"I'm trying to figure out if the classic 'sure, there's a party in my pants' line is going to play here," Hannibal said, moving a bit closer to her. Sometimes his life seemed to be one bad decision in a bar after another, but since he knew he had already won the ShitStorm Olympics in that category, he had no fear at the moment.

"But I think if you're willing to keep an open mind, and other open things, we can have a good time."

[starchilde_lost]

"A good time is definitely something I can get behind tonight."

She shoved the little voice of self-doubt and sobriety back in her head. She was owed this. She was trying to do things the so-called right way and now she was going to try the wrong way. Or a different way, at any rate.

Seize the day and happy leap year.

"Get me out of here."

[hellomynameisfu]

"Me too, if by good time you mean your ass," Hannibal said, leaning forward to pick Rachel up over his shoulder. She didn't seem so drunk that she couldn't walk, but she had asked to be gotten out of here.

"Come on mysterious, hot stranger. Let's go get physical."

[starchilde_lost]

"Oh, hey - wait!" Rachel shrieked a little as he picked her up, completely surprised by the gesture of... whatever it was supposed to be. But she was laughing by the time he'd taken his first step, laughing like she hadn't in awhile.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

[hellomynameisfu]

"You wanted me to get you out of here, so the lady gets what she asked for," he said, hefting her just a bit on his shoulder to get her in a more comfortable position.

"Besides, can't beat the view," he added, giving her ass a pat as he headed out the door.

[starchilde_lost]

"You're crazy!"

She kept laughing as they exited the Hub. She had no idea where he was taking her, part of her didn't care. She knew that if things went south she was probably sober enough to stop anything bad from happening, but that wasn't what she cared about right then.

"Where are we going?" The part that didn't care wasn't quite big enough for her not to ask.

[hellomynameisfu]

"Hasn't anyone told you crazy people are better in bed?" he asked as he walked along the boardwalk with her over his shoulder. He was glad that she was laughing, because it would have been really difficult to explain to anyone who happened across them if she didn't appear to be enjoying herself.

"And you have your pick, my hut, your hut, or the Speakeasy."

[starchilde_lost]

"The Speakeasy?" What the hell was that? Had she missed something? She knew she wasn't going all the way out to her hut, it was at the waterfall and that was a little too far to go for what she was pretty much calling a booty-call at this point.

It was also a little uncomfortable being hoisted over someone's shoulder when they weren't saving your life. "And where's your hut?"

[hellomynameisfu]

"It's a room at the Catscratch club that no one uses anymore, the owner said I had permission to use it."

Of course, that might not be everyone's particular thing, but it was good neutral ground. Granted, he'd never been there are of yet so he had no idea what kind of shape it was in.

"My place isn't too far, but a piggyback would probably be more comfortable than this."

[starchilde_lost]

"Pass on the Speakeasy." The strip club? Classy. But not for her. Too many people about. Whatever this was, she didn't want any witnesses.

"I can walk, you know, I'm not that blitzed." Her giggles notwithstanding, of course. Although if he put her down she knew she'd sway after being carried like this.

[hellomynameisfu]

"But then if I want to stare at your ass, you have to walk in front of me," he pointed out. "And it's a very, very nice ass. You could walk backward, since your smile is just as nice, but that might be asking a bit much."

Besides, this was a lot more fun, walking was so normal. She could walk anytime she wanted.

"Come on, piggyback ride. You know you want to."

[starchilde_lost]

"Fine, fine, piggy back it is." This Hannibal guy was certainly an interesting one. She didn't quite know what to make of him, but one thing she had noticed, slung over his back?

Man was ripped. Like seriously, super-hero ripped and she was getting really curious to see what it all looked like without any clothes on.

[hellomynameisfu]

"Alright, then clamber around then, let's see what you've got," he said. She seemed to be pretty fit, but if she could maneuver herself around to a piggyback while tipsy? That boded rather well for some bendy funtimes once they got back to his place.

[starchilde_lost]

"Oh, geez."

Blowing a stray lock of hair out of her face, Rachel tried to figure out how to do this without falling over and basically decided to win it. She managed it... barely, but she managed it and once she had her arm around his neck she was able to murmur in his ear, "Did I pass the test?"

[hellomynameisfu]

"Oh you were never in ganged of failing," he said, growling a bit and how her voice sounded in his ear. She was definitely athletic, maybe a bit of gymnastics or something at some point.

"You are very fuckable no matter how agile you are, or did you think your fuckability was in doubt?"

[starchilde_lost]

Shaking her head and rolling her eyes she said simply, "Nope. You don't strike me as the too picky guy. More the willing and able guy." She was definitely able and more than willing now that she'd had a chance to get a better grip on him. It was ridiculous and it made Rachel laugh again.

Oh, lord, it felt good to laugh.

[hellomynameisfu]

Hannibal was wondering if maybe he had hit on a crazy woman with how much laughing she was doing, but that didn't really deter him. It might have actually encouraged him.

"You're right. Normally I don't go for the kind of chicks with amazing asses, perky tits, lean limbs, and a great smile. But you caught me on a day I'm easy."

[starchilde_lost]

"Lucky me."

She was trying to bring the laughing under control, but the alcohol had gone right to her head and being carried practically upside-down hadn't helped matters. Still she managed to taper it off as she tried to figure out exactly where she was.

[hellomynameisfu]

"And here we are at my humble abode," he said, kicking the door open. It wasn't much as far as huts went, completely bare except for a few piles of clothes. His weapons were stashed out of sight where hopefully prying eyes and hands wouldn't be able to get to them.

[starchilde_lost]

"You should fire your decorator." Rachel looked around a bit before sliding off Hannibal's back. She wobbled a little, but didn't stumble which she was irrationally proud of.

She felt a little more in control, too, which she was chalking up to the increase in heart rate now that she was actually here. With him. And now that she wasn't at the bar or slung on his back like a pack, she could really look at him. Holy hell, look at him.

[hellomynameisfu]

"What?" Hannibal asked, noticing her staring at him a bit. "I've got pretzel in my beard, don't I?"

The moment felt slightly awkward to him. They were here to hook up, but there hadn't really been a whole lot of flirting going on before hand, no real build up. Sure, she was hot and he was already getting hard, but he wasn't sure just how well grabbing her and kissing her would go over.