count-hannibal-blog asked:

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{It happened so suddenly the blonde couldn’t have protested even if she’d wanted to. His lips had made contact with her own puffy pout, catching her completely off guard, stalling the breath she was about to exhale in her throat. Magnetic blue spheres fluttered closed as she gave in to his uncharacteristic advances, his warmth radiating against her frame so heavenly}

{Truth be told she’d always thought of Hannibal in this way, pictured what he’d be like in a more intimate setting. The idea unsettled her as well as intrigued her all at the same time. He was familiar in her mind, they’d known each other for what felt like ages. Why had he decided to act upon his urges? Was this one of his sick little games? Twisted amusement, she shuddered, hoping like hell he’d actually wanted to kiss her rather than torment her for his own gain} 

{Before she would allow herself to fall, to engage in this act any further, her hand shot up to his broad chest. Gently, she pushed him away, their lips disengaging with an audible sound. Her cheeks were flushed and she knew there would be nothing she could do to calm the fire that raged deep inside her. However, self preservation was far more important than the fact that her heart was thumping more wildly than it ever had from a simple kiss in her entire life}

'I don't feel as if I'm being very professional,' {she reasoned out loud} 'It wouldn't be right, Hannibal. I don't think it would be wise for you to kiss me again. I am your psychiatrist not your friend and most definitely not your lover.' {It pained her to say the words but she knew she had to, even if she didn't mean them fully}

nigelwasmyhusband-blog asked:

"I want to ride your elegant face like a thoroughbred, my Bedelia."

{A well maintained eyebrow rose upward as the doctor listened to the young woman speak. Her tongue gliding over her lips as a tiny smirk dared to pull at her features. Clearing her throat, Bedelia stood from her desk, moving around the large wooden obstruction in order to distance herself from the young redhead} ‘I do not think that’s really an appropriate comment to be making,’ {she scolded, stopping at the woman’s chair just long enough to rest a hand on her shoulder} ‘I think it’d be best if you showed yourself out.’

{Blue eyes shown brightly as she crossed one leg over the other at her desk. Her dainty hands folded together atop the hard wood, her head flinging her long blonde hair to one side} ‘I don’t usually think of engaging in a sex act with more than one person at the same time,’ {she told a small lie} ‘So to answer your question…no I have not.’ {Of course the doctor had indeed thought of it a time or two, merely as a sport rather than a carnal pleasure. She’d considered mentioning the idea to Hannibal, the idea of having Alana Bloom join them between the sheets. Of course this would merely be to screw with the brunette’s mind as well as derive perverse enjoyment for the blonde to know that she had the upper hand}