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There was no way to define what was going through her head when she looked at him, gazing up into his maroon eyes. Damn his eyes, his voice, too. She was struck, completely, left with very little ability to think for herself when she was around him. He was influential. He was filling a void she had not known was there.
He did save her life. He was the strong, powerful former surgeon who ensured that she would see another day after her father tried to end her in the kitchen. There was something incredibly lovely about that.
Certainly, she couldn't be the only person who had seen him in this light. Will had to have had a small inkling at just how wonderful he was. She would have asked him, the man who was quickly becoming her pseudo dad, despite having shot her biological one, but she figured his reaction would not be a pleased one. He might tell her she needed more therapy. He would say she wasn't well, suggest further conversations about her rapidly growing obsession.
Except, she wasn't obsessed. She was enamored with him, captivated by his every move.
He was beautiful.
*
Hm? Almost amber in the sunlight. Abigail thought, admiring the man as he worked.
He was a marvel, his hands actively performing tasks as if they were nothing when the average person would be overwhelmed. Even the most simple of meals was easily turned into a culinary masterpiece, supporting the fact that he had talented fingers. A concept that had her biting at her bottom lip.
He was not supposed to check her out of the hospital, even if it was only intended to be temporary. He was not her psychiatrist, Dr. Bloom was. It was exciting, it made all of the skewed feelings inside of her of the forbidden that much stronger.
His arms were just as nice as the hands that were attached. The shoulders, the torso. She couldn't watch him for too long, lest he be able to see just how infatuated she had become.
"Abigail, is there something wrong?" He asked, voice in a tone that was laced with a mix of something she wanted to label sinister and seductive.
She shook her head. "No, no, not at all,"
"Good, but do know that you can tell me anything. I will lend an ear whenever you need one."
She sighed. This was useless. She wasn't going to be able to beat her attraction to him. She could play the shy, innocent girl with the cannibalistic, serial killing father or she could be the confident, young predator taking exactly what she wanted from who she wanted it from.
She was going to take what she wanted from him.
When he turned towards the refrigerator for a moment she rose from her seat and quickly, silently came around the counter. He spun around, facing her, barely a breath between them.
"Abigail," He had a way of saying her name, it woke up all of her senses.
"Doctor Lecter," She said back, stepping closer, bridging the gap between them.
"What are you doing?" He asked, the doors of the refrigerator behind him rendering him unable to get away.
She smirked. She had him exactly where she wanted him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling downwards until he was at the right level for her to catch him by the mouth. She was no fool, she knew just what to do to make a man give in.
The kiss was slow at first, forced. She worked at him until his lips became more pliable, moving so she could slip her tongue inside.
He broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "That is inappropriate, do not ever do that again,"
"Why is it inappropriate? Give me a reason not to continue."
"Because Abigail, you..." He stopped, finding himself at a loss for words while the young woman in front of him palmed at his cock. "...you..."
"I have an idea, let's skip dinner," She purred, applying more pressure, needing to elicit some sort of reaction, preferably a moan.
He took a deep breath. She could tell that he was trying to ignore her. He was doing everything in his power not to look her directly in the eyes, it made it easier to forget that her hand was working its way across his hardening bulge.
"C'mon, Doctor Lecter, don't act like you don't want it," She whispered seductively, lips ghosting against the skin of his neck.
His chest was heaving. His head was spinning. His body had chosen to listen to biology rather than his mind. Resistance would only become more futile.
He growled. "Abigail, please,"
She tsked at him before grabbing his hand and leading him into the dining room.
*
Abigail moved everything out of the way. The entire time she did Hannibal stood in silence, watching her carefully. She removed a few layers, hopping up onto the table once the only thing covering her lower half was her tiny black lace panties.
His breath hitched involuntarily. He enjoyed the view of the pushy girl wearing barely anything on his table. Something about it was exciting. He was allowing her control, despite everything that was telling him to stop all of it from happening.
"Are you just going to stand there?" She asked him, sass running through her confidence.
He moved closer, still debating on what he was going to do. Once he was close enough he grabbed the waistband of her panties and yanked them down, allowing them to fall to the floor undignified.
He dropped to his knees in front of her, roughly spreading her legs apart. "You are already wet,"
"I wonder why that might be?" She said, running her fingers through his hair, messing up his bangs so that they were against his forehead.
Without warning he ran his tongue along her slit. He jutted inside for a moment, truly tasting her, then he moved back up to focus on her clit. He slid two of his fingers deep inside of her, feeling every part of her. Whatever it was that currently resided over him as a driving force was becoming more hungry for her by the moment.
Abigail writhed on the table. Her core was fire and tingling, more so every time he thrust his fingers up into her wetness. He buried his head deep into her, sucking on her clit, flicking his tongue against it, the alternating pattern turning her into a mess.
She broke out in a glistening sweat. She moaned continuously, throwing his first and last name in as he worked.
Hannibal stopped right before she came. He stood up, looking at her with wild eyes as he began to unbutton his pants.
"Why did you stop?" She asked, panting.
He removed his big, thick cock from the confines of the fabric. The expression on his face spoke volumes of his true intentions.