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Chicken Soup For The Cannibal Soul 

agentmstarling:

countlecter:

He watched her as she sat, smiling.  There was no glass between them now.  If he chose, if he wanted, he could reach out and touch her all he wanted.  Permitting he was not slapped first but that was another matter entirely.  ”Am I too bold?  I’ve tried subtly before but that hasn’t worked well with you in the past.  I thought we had a ….connection.”  He grins at the absurdity of it all.

“More or less.” She picked up her water again and took a larger sip this time around. Suddenly her tongue was wishing it was Jack Daniel’s. “And you, doctor? Courted anyone recently?”

He shook his head.  ”My current situation in life is not fitted for a companion I must fool daily.  While I could do it I doubt I could meet a woman worthy enough.”

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Chicken Soup For The Cannibal Soul 

agentmstarling:

countlecter:

“Yes thank you.”  He coughed into his robe for a moment before saying, “then it’s fair game for any gentleman to try?”

Clarice stood up, lips pursed as he asked his question. She didn’t answer him until she returned a minute later with another fresh cup, partially pleased she knew how he took his tea now. “If that your slight of hand way of asking me to court, I wouldn’t get your hopes up, doctor.”

He watched her as she sat, smiling.  There was no glass between them now.  If he chose, if he wanted, he could reach out and touch her all he wanted.  Permitting he was not slapped first but that was another matter entirely.  ”Am I too bold?  I’ve tried subtly before but that hasn’t worked well with you in the past.  I thought we had a ….connection.”  He grins at the absurdity of it all.

Chicken Soup For The Cannibal Soul 

agentmstarling:

countlecter:

“Then there’s no one as home?”

“You’d be right, doctor.  Do you need more tea?”

“Yes thank you.”  He coughed into his robe for a moment before saying, “then it’s fair game for any gentleman to try?”

Chicken Soup For The Cannibal Soul 

agentmstarling:

countlecter:

“I’m sure he wanted more.”

Her lips twitched. “No.”

“Then there’s no one as home?”

Chicken Soup For The Cannibal Soul 

agentmstarling:

countlecter:

“Of course,” he said calmly, though that infuriating smirk came back.  ”And tell me, why didn’t Dr. Piltcher work out?”

“He’s not a doctor.” She mused for, looking over to him with raised brows. “We only went out a few times as friends.”

“I’m sure he wanted more.”

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Chicken Soup For The Cannibal Soul 

agentmstarling:

countlecter:

“You’re repeating yourself,” he said over the rim of his mug.  ”Or perhaps you just haven’t found ‘the one’.  Is that not what young people want?  ’The one’ that sends them into raptures?”

Clarice took a sip of the water and shook her head as her lips met together again. “Depends on the person. I’ve had a few dates,” she suddenly felt the need to defend. “Nothing serious. I don’t need a husband and children to feel complete.”

“Of course,” he said calmly, though that infuriating smirk came back.  ”And tell me, why didn’t Dr. Piltcher work out?”

Day 2: The Dinner 

agentmstarling:

countlecter:

He gave her a slight nod before a voice form the door way interrupted them.  ”He is your husband love, but you can’t keep him to yourself all night,” Lucrezia said from the door way smirking.  ”We’d like to have a crack at that mind as well.”

Clarice kept her eyes on Lecter for a moment to give him a look that expressed annoyance. She didn’t find the Barlow woman good company in the slightest. Something was definitely plucking with her. By the time she looked back at Mrs. Barlow the expression was far more friendly. “I’d hate to be rude. I know how much my husband detests it,” she said lightly, pulling Lecter gingerly with her into the grand dining room.

Hannibal watched her with a small smile.  ”Jealous my dear?  I’m flattered.”