Hannibal
"She'll be fine," House said, stepping into Hannibal's office. "Food poisoning. I gave her something that should keep it under control until it blows over, but consider her out of commission for about 48 hours."
Without invitation, he sat down in the chair across from his desk, and put his cane down on the floor. "She must be new, hadn't seen her before. Are you expanding or did you lose someone?"
Without invitation, he sat down in the chair across from his desk, and put his cane down on the floor. "She must be new, hadn't seen her before. Are you expanding or did you lose someone?"
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"I would like to talk about Alcuin," she said. "If he hasn't already, he will likely come to you with a request and I would ask you to grant it."
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Hannibal got curious. He put a hand on her leg. "What will he ask over me?"
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"He asked," Hannibal said. "He made an offer and I accepted. A clever offer. He suggested that Halicon might be more talkative if Alcuin would make him pine a little."
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She spread her legs just slightly, and the movement also slid Hannibal's hand from the fabric between the slit onto her thigh.
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Hannibal smiled at her move and lightly caressed her thigh. "It is, yes. I suppose you were plan B, should his request fail." He thought that was rather clever as well.
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"Would I be?" Hannibal asked, wondering what the perceptive girl knew or thought she knew.
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Hannibal nodded. He could admit to that. "I see something unique in you," he said. "True enjoyment, which makes you a valuable employee to our guests, and intelligence, which makes you a valuable employee to me." His hand trailed up a bit. "And your beauty: I do enjoy having you by my side."
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She wondered not for the first time if Hannibal had any inkling that Alcuin was in love with him. He'd never said as much, of course, but it was obvious. At least to her. And she was very fond of Hannibal but didn't love him, and she was fairly certain Hannibal felt the same way about her. So at the same time she felt a bit guilty, while also thinking it might be best for Alcuin to protect his heart.
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Perhaps she was fishing. "He is," he could admit that.
He knew she didn't love him and knew he didn't love her. Their relationship was based on something else. It was more to him than just the way it made him look to have her by his side, though that was certainly part of it. And it was certainly part of why he couldn't possibly admit to a relation with Alcuin.
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Though as she spoke she also shifted so that Hannibal's hand slipped up her thigh.
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Hannibal smiled. "I know everything my employees do- or rather everyone," he said. "Why? Is it noteworthy? I knew Greg did not discriminate between the semester."
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Hannibal's hand slid up. "Should I be jealous?" He teased. He was never jealous.
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She let her legs fall apart slightly.
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"Not just the drunkard he appears to be?" Hannibal asked, intruiged. "Tell me more." His hand continued its way up her thigh, and pushed aside her dress.
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"He burned sigils into my skin," she said. "It was... amazing, a particular kind of pain and power. And I think he was well pleased, too."
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"Good," Hannibal said. "No scarring, though, I trust. Warlock sigils can hold powerful magic." His hand pushed on, his fingers found her folds.
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"No scarring," she said. "But let's just say I was impressed."
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Hannibal never hurt her and had no wish to do so, buy he did not mind her recalling her pleasure and getting aroused by it.
He too was getting aroused by hearing her speak of what gave her pleasure. "Would you like to tell me what impressed you?" His fingers carefully parted her and tentatively touched her, lightly. He sat up and kissed her thigh.
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She let out a little whimper and then said, "Heat. It was like the magic was crackling through my blood like flames."
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Hannibal could feel some heat coming from her now. He touched her and kissed her up her thigh. "I feel it." He parted her legs and leaned in. He kissed her and his tongue carefully parted her lips. He licked a line along her slit, tasting her.
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She groaned softly and slid her fingers into his hair.
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