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Abigail Hobbs is a survivor. (laniidae) wrote in valarlogs,
@ 2013-09-05 01:35:00

Entry tags:

!complete, abigail hobbs, hannibal lecter

Who: Hannigail.
What: Bringing him dinner.
When: Thursday evening, 9/5.
Where: Hannibal's office.
Rating: TBA; probably high considering their canon is one big trigger warning.
Trigger Warnings: Probably cannibalism, murder, older man / younger woman relationships, incest that's only incest in legal name only, swearing, and random deer metaphors.
Status: Complete!

Talking to Samandriel usually soothed her, but knowing he was in pain and she could do nothing made her stomach feel tight. And on this of all nights, her father was working late. She sighed a little to herself, figuring that she'd take dinner to him instead. He'd like that. She hummed a little as she made a nice pesto, spread it on some bread he'd made a few days earlier, then added turkey and some sun dried tomatoes. Add to that some crudites (because French for chopped veggies was so much better than calling them what they were) and a bottle of white wine to split completed the meal.

She could've gone to him in the jeans and button down shirt she'd gone to classes wearing, but what was the fun in that? She slipped into a dress her father had picked out for her, one they'd gotten tailored so it hugged her body even more perfectly, and a pair of black flats. Within ten minutes she was knocking on his door, tote bag with food at her feet.

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	laniidae 2013-09-14 05:37 am UTC (link)
	His lips graze over her scar and she whimpers quietly, wondering just how loud she can be before other people notice. If there's other people at all. "I can think of far more interesting things," she chuckles, rocking her hips against his, bringing him in delicious warm proximity. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

poisonlittleboy
2013-09-14 05:52 am UTC (link)

Carefully, he lifts her just enough to nudge inside her, guiding her onto him with a flutter of lashes and a quiet moan. Once she's fully seated, he wraps his arms tight around her and presses his face to her neck, savouring the feeling of her tight around him. It's always slightly overwhelming, when he first enters her. This feeling of being completed.

"My Abigail," he sighs, stroking a hand over her back, up through her hair.

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	laniidae 2013-09-14 06:03 am UTC (link)
	Sometimes she can barely breathe when he pushes into her. There's not pain, just warmth that pervades and fills her, just a sense that they're connected somehow. At first she remains still, meeting his eyes and smiling, taking a few more kisses from him, running her fingers through his hair. "My Hannibal," she murmurs. "My always." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	poisonlittleboy 2013-09-15 04:26 am UTC (link)
	"Always," he breathes in agreement, stroking his thumb over her scar as he returns the kiss, trying to remain as still as possible, to let her control their movements. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	laniidae 2013-09-15 04:36 am UTC (link)
	Abigail chooses to remain still, focusing on kissing him, wondering if she can last longer than he can without movement. "Then I won't even have to look at dresses. You're already here forever." For as long as they both shall live. "I dreamed of you again, you know." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

poisonlittleboy
2013-09-16 06:20 am UTC (link)

"Tell me what you dreamed about," he says, distracted, as he tries to discern the best way to remove her dress. Over her head seems the best option, as there's no zipper to undo to simple allow him to push it off her shoulders, and he wants to be able to touch more of her.

And so, after gesturing for her to lift her arms, Hannibal pulls the dress up and off and sets it on the desk so he can concentrate on pressing kisses and stroking his fingers over that gorgeous freckled skin.

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	laniidae 2013-09-16 06:28 am UTC (link)
	Obediently she lifts her arms, smiling and closing her eyes. "After you saved my life, you tried to take care of me in the hospital. You're a knight even there, you know." She waits until her dress is on the desk to start moving against him, to stop teasing and finally start rocking her hips. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	poisonlittleboy 2013-09-16 06:32 am UTC (link)
	"Of course I would. I will always be there to protect you, no matter what." But then she's moving and his eloquent words melt and dissolve into soft moans as he traces his tongue over the freckles that dust her chest. "I would never let anything happen to you," he whispers against her skin. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

laniidae
2013-09-16 06:38 am UTC (link)

She loves him not only for his promises, but the kindness within him that makes all of them come true. He's always been there for her, and she wants to repay him in everything she does.

Gripping the back of his chair, she uses her knees to balance herself, eyes closed, lost in the sheer amount of him that invades her senses. The softness of wool against her thighs, the way everything smells like the linen and fleece of his aftershave, his quiet gasps. If she could pick a moment to relive at her leisure, this would be it.

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poisonlittleboy
2013-09-16 06:48 am UTC (link)

He wishes there were a way to touch more of her at once, to have his hands and his mouth over every inch of her skin all at the same time. But even still, the feeling of her like this, pressed against him all around him, surrounding him. The scent of her, the petal soft texture of her skin. He could happily dive into everything that is Abigail and never resurface.

He rolls his hips up against her, matching her pace with a breathless eagerness. It always fills him with wonder, each time they do this. Like he it hasn't quite hit him that their relationship is real, despite having been together for months. Hannibal sighs and closes his mouth over her nipple, teasing her with gentle flicks of his tongue.

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laniidae
2013-09-16 06:54 am UTC (link)

She thinks at times like this that she was made for him, that no two people have ever fit together more perfectly. She doesn't even feel jealous of his other lovers; she feels like they helped him practice for her.

Her fingers run through his hair, gripping gently, two shades shy of rough, the way he likes. She closes her eyes, thinking of how he's her protector in two different universes, two different sets of lives, and it's enough to make her smile down at him. "You are the most ... I can't even think of words around you," she murmures.

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	poisonlittleboy 2013-09-16 07:01 am UTC (link)
	He laughs softly and nips at her skin, keeping his teeth delicate and light. "I feel the same way about you, my sweet Abigail. No words are needed." His fingers sweep over her back as he peppers kisses across her collarbones, down to grip her hips and help her move against him. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	laniidae 2013-09-16 03:40 pm UTC (link)
	She smiles down at him, not-so-secretly loving the fact that he is completely dressed and she's completely naked. Somehow those opposites make her all the more aroused, and she finds she has to grip the arm rests of the chair to move against him. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

poisonlittleboy
2013-09-19 02:50 am UTC (link)

It's been quite some time since he's done something like this. Made love in an office chair, or anywhere other than the bed. He'd thought that sort of thing had disappeared with his youth, but Abigail is constantly surprising him like that, drawing him out of himself and sparking his passion in the most unexpected places.

So he thanks her by lavishing kisses on her, stroking his fingers along her thighs, up her spine, wanting to touch as much of her as possible.

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laniidae
2013-09-19 03:02 am UTC (link)

She loves being able to touch him how she's always wanted to, how she's dreamed about while touching herself for the last three years. Moving slowly against him, Abigail maintains eye contact with him, smiling down as she rocks just so.

The taboo of sex in his office makes her smile all the more; she'll think of it whenever she visits him there, whenever she sees him sitting in his chair.

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	poisonlittleboy 2013-09-19 03:05 am UTC (link)
	Hannibal laughs softly and kisses the corner of her smile. "You're a wicked girl, and I love that about you." His voice is low and rough with desire, but his hands are steady as he slips one between them to tease his fingertips against her clit, wanting to hear her moan. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	laniidae 2013-09-19 03:18 am UTC (link)
	He gets his wish. She starts with a throaty purr, a low rumble in her throat. "What else do you love about me?" She can't help but grin as she speeds up her pace, rocking a bit more insistently. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	poisonlittleboy 2013-09-22 02:33 am UTC (link)
	"Everything," he breathes, pressing his lips to her throat and nipping gently at her skin. "I love your adventurous spirit. Like you could take on anything and conquer the world." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	laniidae 2013-09-22 02:50 am UTC (link)
	"As long as you're there with me," she whimpers. Leaning forward into him, she buries her head in the crook of his neck, breathing him in and moaning quietly. The fabric of his suit is soft against her chest and she can't help gripping his lapels. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	poisonlittleboy 2013-09-22 03:48 am UTC (link)
	"Always, my Abigail," he smiles and wraps his arm around her waist, rolling his hips up against hers with a low rumble of pleasure. "I am all yours, and I will always be where you are." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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