Hannibal's untold story (Hannibal X Grace)

(29) Sinners

"Food is ready" He spoke, his voice was so gentle yet so gravel like. I pulled the waist coat out the water and saw it was clean, the water was brown and I saw my reflection in the water, that soon was consumed with bubbles. I hung the waist coat beside the shirt and looked at my plate. It was liver with a salad in a home made sauce I was not familiar with.
"Bon appetite" he smiled, he was sat on a stool, tucked into the breakfast bar. I took my plate and sat next to him. My pyjamas rubbed against my skin and it was itchy. I looked down at my food, I was really not hungry.
"How does one kindly refuse?" I said, staring at the plate. He glanced up at me, slowly chewing.
"You cannot" he simply said. I sighed and tried some liver. It was chewy and didn't taste like sheep or cow's liver. I could not bring myself to eat it.
"I'm sorry I can't" I dropped my fork and ran upstairs. I jumped onto the bed and tucked my knees to my chest, avoiding to break down. What is wrong with me? The door slowly opened and Hannibal peered his head through.
"Grace?" He said. I just placed my head on my knees, like I was in a ball.
"What is wrong?" He asked, sitting down beside me and started rubbing my back.
"I don't know" I avoided to cry but miserably failed and some tears slipped.
"You know what cheers me up when I'm sad?" He smiled at me.
"I don't wanna know..." I whined. He undid his top button and belt.
"No, I don't want to" I said, hearing him undo his button and belt.
"I wouldn't take advantage of an unstable, woman. Come here" I looked at him and he was laying on the bed, with his arms out. I decided to lay next to him and he wrapped his arms around me. We were cozy in each other's arms. It was the first time in a while, I felt actually loved.
"I think i love you" I whispered, while closing my eyes. I felt his head jolt up.
"You do?" He asked, intrigued. I turned my body and faced him. I didn't know what to say.
"Well..." I only got out my mouth. He gave me a slight smile while staring at me. I could only smile back. He slowly leaned his head and kissed me. It was a loveable kiss, his most passionate kiss he's ever given me. He slowly put his body on top of mine and we kissed, losing breath. In that moment, I forgot I was feeling a little down and Hannibal must've forgotten his words he said a few moments ago. He traced his hands down to my chest and I arched my back to find my laces for my pyjamas. The rest of the night was a blur.

I woke up to some birds chirping. I stretched out my body and realised Hannibal was laying next to me, he groaned and rolled over. I assumed he was still asleep, I slowly and quietly got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom, jumping over the piles of clothes. I started to run the bath and I felt the temperature of the water, it was just right. I looked at myself in the mirror while i waited, my body was covered in love bites and bruises. Especially on my neck and shoulder, I had marks of where Hannibal grabbed me and it made me gasp at how drastic they were, when they didn't feel as painful as they looked. I tied my hair up in a ponytail and turned off the bath. I dipped my foot in and it was steamy. I put my entire body in and let out a nice, relaxed "ahh....". I sat in the bath, relaxed with my eyes closed.
"Good morning" I opened my eyes to see Hannibal walk in, with boxers on.
"Morning..." I said, adjusting my body in the bathtub to a more comfortable position. I saw he had less drastic love bites on him but a lot of scratches on his back.
"Didn't it hurt?" I asked, referring to the scratches. He washed his face with soap, dried his face with a towel and sat beside the bathtub and looked at my marks.
"I could ask you the same thing" he felt my bruise on my arm where he grabbed me.
"I didn't even notice that one" I said, shocked. He chuckled at my face. Suddenly, we heard the front door swing open and slam shut. Me and Hannibal glared at each other, shocked.
"Who is it!" Shouted Hannibal.
"Come downstairs! Is Grace here!" The voice shouted back, Hannibal thought for a moment and responded.
"No!"
I looked at him in confusion. He whispered to me.
"Get out the bath, cover yourself"
I quietly got out the bath and we quickly changed. He threw on a shirt and pants and I grabbed my pyjamas from the floor and put on a hoodie.