Hannibal

[drfeelbad]

"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?"

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[phedredelaunay]

"Well you do have exceptionally good taste," Phedre said. "Alcuin is very beautiful too."

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.

[anamusebouche]

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.

[phedredelaunay]

"Did Greg tell you that he had him?" she asked curiously. She knew Hannibal would know, was just curious if House had mentioned it.

Though as she spoke she also shifted so that Hannibal's hand slipped up her thigh.

[anamusebouche]

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."

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre shrugged. "No, just curious if he said anything. I wondered after if I should have recommended one of the other women instead, but he didn't seem to mind. And his friend was..." She smiled. "He's a hellblazer."

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal's hand slid up. "Should I be jealous?" He teased. He was never jealous.

[phedredelaunay]

"No, but it was a welcome diversion," she said. "I hope he comes back. A good person to have on your side, too. He's.... powerful."

She let her legs fall apart slightly.

[anamusebouche]

"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.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre wet her lips. She wasn't wearing panties.

"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."

[anamusebouche]

"Good," Hannibal said. "No scarring, though, I trust. Warlock sigils can hold powerful magic." His hand pushed on, his fingers found her folds.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre let out a soft groan. Remembering the night with John was making her aroused, too.

"No scarring," she said. "But let's just say I was impressed."

[anamusebouche]

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.

[phedredelaunay]

See, this was one of the reasons Phedre liked Hannibal so much.

She let out a little whimper and then said, "Heat. It was like the magic was crackling through my blood like flames."

[anamusebouche]

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.

[phedredelaunay]

Another reason she very much liked him. He was exceptionally good at this, especially for a man.

She groaned softly and slid her fingers into his hair.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal hummed, pleased, the low tones of his voice causing light vibrations. He enjoyed this greatly and she was always very responsive. His tongue found her clit and he sucked lightly.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre let out a low groan and tangled her fingers into his hair.

"See, you don't even need magic..." she sighed.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal pulled back a bit and looked up at her. "Are you comparing us?" He teased and wet a finger on his lips.

[phedredelaunay]

"It was a compliment," Phedre insisted, and tugged a little on Hannibal's hair. "You have a magic tongue, Hannibal. Show me, and then you can fuck me however you like."

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal definitely liked her bossy and he went back, using his tongue to bring her pleasure and his fingers to fuck her. Nothing to pressing; it was clear he was enjoying this ride for the pleasure of it.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre threw her head back and moaned, and her fingers tightened in his hair. "God Hannibal, more... almost... just there..."

[anamusebouche]

He did love having her on the brink, his face buried between her legs, her wetness invading his senses. He stretched it out, unwilling to let her come, teasing her on the edge.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre tightened her fingers in his hair, genuinely pulling now, and groaned in frustration. "Hannibal, please...."

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal smiled to himself. He had no taste for power in sex, but he did enjoy this kind of control. He did not stop any longer, and allowed her the release she craved for.

[phedredelaunay]

"Oh god..." Phedre moaned as she came, throwing her head back. And then relaxed with a sigh, loosening her grip on him.