Eat the Rude

Hannibal watched Juliette sleeping. Her tousled mane of hair spread over the pillow. Her creamy porcelain skin glowing in the moonlight that poured through the window. He had carried her to bed straight after the scene on the dining room table. His bed was a much more comfortable place to act out the passion play that was this evening. They had sex again. Better than the first. She was wild, unhinged. Like she was ablaze and he had struck the match. Never in his life had he met a woman like her. Her intensity matched his. He rolled onto his back and recalled a moment where she was beneath him, her eyes locking with his. Burning, smoldering, stormy with desire. With every thrust, every kiss, a storm rose beneath her skin. She was a hurricane. A natural disaster. Crashing, breaking, burning, melting and destroying. Juliette stirred next to him. She rolled onto her back, the sheet slipping off of her exposing her breasts. Her flesh tightened in the cold air. Hannibal slipped his arm around her, pulling her body close to his.

    "I didn't take you for the cuddling type Dr. Lecter." she murmured with sleepiness hanging in her voice.

He chuckled and brushed a piece of hair back from her face and kissed her forehead.  Her rhythmic breathing lulled him into sleep.