Hannibal's POV
The morning sunlight creaked through the curtains, hitting my wooden floors yet keeping Grace and I hidden in the dark, on my bed. I leaned over on my side to view Graces back facing me, her soft slumbers. I have encountered many people in my life, all of different shapes and sizes mentally and physically yet I have never met someone like Grace. As beautiful as she is, how can one be so mentally deluded to kill someone in no control? It does make me ponder what else she has up her sleeve, yet she's simply too intriguing to run away from. I gently caressed the fallen hair strands away from her face and behind her ear, revealing her beauty to me that I missed throughout the night. She inherited her fathers jawline, that I know for sure. His mother was the one holding the best organs between the two of them, yet there were still many rotten ones - spoilt goods. Suddenly, Grace let out a little twitch under me. Then, she squinted open an eye and turned to see me, revealing her morning face which was a little amusing I must say.
Graces POV
Hannibal chuckled to himself, seeing my unbrushed hair and bothered face.
"What?" I grumbled to him, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.
"Nothing. Nothing at all dear" he promised me, leaning away from me and sitting up on the bed, his back against the bed frame revealing his bare chest and pyjama pants which rested just under his hips, the top of his V line revealed. I then joined him by sitting up on the bed, revealing my pyjama shorts and vest.
"How did you sleep?" He questioned, slanting his head over at me. I just scoffed to myself, itching my scalp.
"Um, I still can't forget about Kenny" I confessed, shaking my head to myself. At this rate, I didn't know if I was informing him this as my therapist or as my friend? Or my friend-friend.
"I didn't know I was capable of something like that and it terrifies me everyday" I let out a shudder at the word 'terrifies' as its worse than that, I always have the paranoia I'll hurt my children one day or even Hannibal after one petty trigger.
"You hurt someone who hurt you, I say it was an act of self defence" Hannibal attempted to cheer me, placing his hand on my upper thigh giving it a squeeze - even though he did it for comfort, I felt something else to that. I then raised my head up at him, seeing him closer than he was before, staring into my deep blue eyes as I stared into his dark brown eyes.
"You may not believe me, but I know crazy when I see crazy and Grace, you are not crazy" he promised me, speaking with clear words - his rough hand still on my thigh. I giggled up at him, titling my head.
"So I'm sane?" I questioned back, raising an eyebrow.
"In many cases, the crazed ones take no notice of their behaviour as it it's apart of their norm. You have this developed through your trauma, beginning with your parents then Mia" he told me, speaking like he would do in his therapy chairs. His eyes scanned for a reaction however I didn't have one.
"My diagnosis is not crazy" he added on, attempting to lift the humour in this dark atmosphere.
"So what would my treatment be for not crazy" I teased, subtly biting my bottom lip up at him. A tiny smirk developed at one end of his lip, his eyes running up and down me.
"I have a few in mind" he teased back, lifting up my chin with his hand and delicately placing his lips over mine. Now this time I won't allow my hallucinations to stop this moment, they've done it one too many times. In a swift motion, he grabbed me by my hips and pulled me onto his lap, my core against his. I deepened our kiss with more passion, cupping his face with two hands as he placed one hand on my waist and lower back, sometimes feeling my ass. Then, he broke our kiss for a moment, his eyes full of lust.
"Of course, treatment has stages" he raised a finger up at me, teasing. I sat up still on top of him, slanting my head down at him. Then, his hand began to fiddle with my vest.
"How do you feel on this development?" He hinted, lifting my top to my belly button as his impatient eyes scanned for approval. With hesitation, I nodded my head and he swiftly took off my top, throwing it somewhere across the room. Instantly, I felt so small again like the night after the opera. I know Hannibal doesn't judge, or rush yet I still feel shy. I hid my nipples from him, covering them with my palm. He raised an eyebrow up at me, tilting his head.
"I know, I know... treatment" I rolled my eyes, smiling as he removed my hands slowly, then he quickly wrapped his whole arms around me, pulling me close to him as he placed kisses over my chest. Then, I felt his core become more demanding against mine. I bucked my hips slightly, in hope it'll speed things up. He let out an involuntary moan, one of his arms going against my ass as he pulled me closer again. I went to buck my hips against yet he suddenly flipped us over. I let out a little shriek up at him, seeing his arms lock me under him. He rushed to take off my shorts, revealing my part to him. I opened my mouth to say something to him, however he used a palm over my mouth.
"Grace, I beg of you to stop panicking. You're gorgeous in my eyes" he then replaced his palm with his sore lips as he used his other hand to travel down my body, feeling them against my core. I let out a whimper in his mouth, gripping onto his hair.
"Clementine" I spoke through our kissing - and moaning. He broke our kiss to look at my face, however he kept his hand motions going.
"My walls are thicker than yours" he reminded me, inspecting me squirm under him. He smirked at my flushed face, and my eyes switching from his hand and his face.
"Faster" I whispered to him and he listened to my command, maybe too passionately. Instantly, I felt a knot develop in my stomach as my back slowly arched. I closed my eyes to feel myself in the moment, letting out gasps as I became closer. I took no notice of the subtle rusting until I felt his part against mine. He positioned it, ready to push himself inside yet it seemed he was taking pleasure out of my desperate face. I raised an eyebrow at him as I waited for him to begin, however he kept teasing me. He went in to kiss me on my neck, nibbling at parts as he continued teasing.
"Hannibal, please" I cried to him, attempting to buck my hips under him. It was almost successful, as I managed to feel more a pleasure yet Hannibal was quick to withdraw. I let out a cry at him, wrapping my legs around him.
"Please" I yelped again, managing to get him to raise his head from my neck, revealing his scruffy hair.
"If you so wish" he spoke to me in a gravel like tone as he pushed himself inside slowly, both letting out moans together. Unlike before, he went quicker and harder, his whimpers already repeating themselves as he watched me cry under him. I bit my bottom lip, in a poor attempt to silence myself as I gripped on the bedsheets. He cupped a breast as he went faster and harder, slapping against me. Suddenly, he pulled out to spin me onto my back, parting me to find my entrance. I turned my head over at him, watching him positioning himself.
"You'll pull out right?" I breathlessly spoke to him, feeling him fill me up again. There was a moment of silence as one hand gripped onto my back as I leaned onto him, beginning to do the motions myself slowly going back and forth.
"Of course" he whimpered to me, allowing me to take control for a few short moments until he swiftly took over, slamming against me. I let out cries in the pillow, reaching a hand out to him however he grabbed it and restrained it against my back. I felt my walls close against him as a knot began to form in my stomach again and it seemed Hannibal was also close as he let out a louder moan to his previous ones - almost made me question if he did finish.
"Hold it, hold it" he spoke through his moans to me.
"I-I can't, Hannibal. I can't.." I cried to him, already feeling a wave of pleasure take over as I came to my finish, however Hannibal didn't finish. He kept going through my pleasure, his moans becoming more obnoxious. Then, after a few moments, he let out a cry as he pulled out onto my back.
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I rested my head on Hannibal's bare chest, intertwining our naked bodies together as my leg was wrapped around him, my arm cuddled up against his chest and he kept an arm around me, locking us up together. I played with his chest hair subtly, often glancing up at him to see his tired expression.
"Tired already?" I began to laugh, sitting up a little. He glanced down at my chest then up at me, smirking.
"May I remind you of my age?" He teased back, going to play with my hair. Suddenly, we heard big elephant footsteps racing towards the door. Instantly, I threw myself under the duvet, as did Hannibal. With just our heads peeping out, both our eyes locked at the door then for a moment at each other, causing me to snort at us two.
"Gracie! Gracie!" Clementine shouted out, swinging open the bedroom door and took no notice of Hannibal and I just revealing our heads. She went to join us on the bed, however I let out a little cry at her.
"Clem, no!" I cried out. Suddenly, her face pulled a weird expression and Hannibal just groaned to himself.
"I mean... no Hannibal and I are going to get ready, so we'll meet you downstairs?" I offered.
"Pancakes for breakfast?" Hannibal pondered to us two. Clementine let out a roar of victory, fisting the air as she jumped around the room in excitement.
"Okay, Clem. We'll see you downstairs" I spoke clearly, in hope she'll leave and she did.
"Okay! Bye ham-ham!" She screamed before closing the door. I turned my head over at Hannibal, both our expressions clearly stating 'that was a close one' . I let out a giggle at his face, as I've never seen it before - not even after killing Kenny - and I cupped one cheek as I planted a sweet kiss on his lips before getting out of bed.
"I need a shower" I informed him as I collected my scattered clothing. Once I picked up the last piece, I raised my head up to see Hannibal's eyes following me, leaning himself upwards as he placed the duvet to make himself decent for me.
"Care to join?" I teased.
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Clementine inhaled her pancakes, not even saying a word to Hannibal and I once they were served. While she was on her last one, I was only starting my second pancake. Both Hannibal and I just stared at her completely amazed as she scoffed down the plate. Once she picked it clean, she raised it up at Hannibal who was at the other end of the breakfast bar, a coffee cup in hand as he was half dressed for the day.
"More please" she put on a sweet smile, showing off the twinkle in her eyes.
"Clem, baby. I think Hannibal's kitchens closed now" I whispered to her, guiding her plate back down onto the surface. I picked up my second pancake and gave her the rest of the stack to eat. Instantly, she tucked in. Hannibal smirked to himself as he slurped onto his rich coffee. I stuck with the burnt shit, it's my classic.
"So, what's the plan for the day?" I asked Hannibal, slanting a head over at him as I patiently waited for him to finish his slurp on his coffee. He slicked back his wet hair before he spoke.
"Jack is beginning to pin Kenny onto the Chesapeake ripper" Hannibal informed me, glancing at Clem to see she had no interest in the conversation but the pancakes, yet he still kept his words to a minimal.
"You and I both know that's not the case, but I'll assure it to keep it that way" he promised me, allowing my shoulders to ease.
"Okay..." I shook myself awake from the news.
"I'll retry with the selling and I'll go see how Vincent's doing at V's" I spoke back to Hannibal, who had a subtle smile on his face as he stared at me.
"Can we go to the park?" Clementine burped out, allowing her empty plate to hit the counter.
"The park?" I raised an eyebrow, resting my elbow on the coffee table. Hannibal walked over to collect the dirty dishes.
"I mean... once I'm free, yes" I promised her.
"I am free from now till 12. I'm sure Clementine and I will be alright" Hannibal spoke with his back facing us, his hands buried in the soapy water.
"Yay!" Clementine cheered, about to sprint out the kitchen before she brought herself to a hault, spinning back around to face Hannibal.
"Pistachio ice cream?" She smiled, catching Hannibal's attention as he faced over her way, his body still facing the sink.
"Mint choc chip?" He smirked back. Clementine laughed over at Hannibal and ran back upstairs. I slowly turned my head at Hannibal, seeming taken back.
"Bonding I see?" I smirked. He smiled back at me then into the sink.
"Seems to be, she's a lovely girl" he spoke clearly. I was about to respond, until I got a phone call from an unknown number. Even though I didn't want to, I picked up the call, bringing the phone to my ears.
"Hello?" I spoke down the line.
"Hello, miss. Washington! I'm afraid to call you and inform you of Vincent getting into a little scrap in school today" the woman's voice informed me. I choked on my coffee a little, clearing my throat before I spoke.
"I'm sorry?" Is all I could wheeze out.
"Yes, I'm afraid. We have the 3 culprits in my office, I was hoping we could have a talk?"
"Wait, wait, wait. Three... kids were involved. Was Vincent the one against two?" I waved my hands in front of myself, Hannibal's ears pricking up at my words.
"I'm afraid so" she sighed. Instantly, I felt my blood boil even more than it already was. Biting my bottom lip, I nodded my head to myself in an attempt to gather myself together.
"I'm coming now, bye bye" before the woman could respond, I ended the call and got myself off the stool, walking over to Hannibal who had finished the dishes.
"Vincent's got into a fight, sounds like he got jumped so im going to go now, you sure you'll be fine with Clem?" I asked him, a hopeful eyebrow raised. He gave me a smile while nodding his head once.
"Of course, we'll go to the park" he promised me, giving me a goodbye kiss.
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I forgot about the fucking dog! I meant to have Hannibal kill sprout and I'm pretty sure I wrote of graces mentioning of sprout vanishing with their parents but after that I forgot 😭 so for your own benefit, Hannibal killed the dog - I'm equally hurt as you guys but gotta show that Hannibal's actually just mental and causing Grace to go mental for his own pleasure