A Rose By Any Other Name

A Rose By Any Other Name

Clarice sat at her computer. She had been home from work for about 3 hours. Walked her black German Shepard Othello (yes I know I've used him before but I always thought Clarice should have a dog) and sat down to do a search on her computer. Ardelia had come into work and showed her a site where she could look up the meaning and an analysis of her name. She read aloud so Othello could hear " Your name has given you sensitivity and appreciation for the finer and deeper things in life." Turning to Othello she smiled. " That certainly makes sense with all the guys she dates." Othello barked in agreement and came to rest his head on his mother's knee. She continued smiling down at her friend. " You can enjoy reading, study, and contemplation about many different subjects." " That I don't agree with. The only interest Delia has is sex and greater sex." She thought she heard someone chuckle behind her, turning and taking a quick look she shrugged it off and turned to Othello with a devilish look in her eyes.

"Lets see what this site has to say about Hannibal's name?" She typed in his name quickly and almost laughed with what she saw. " Look at this Othello.". " Hannibal meaning 'grace of god'." " If only Paul Krendler could read this." Othello made a growling noise. " Alright Othello I'll admit that he never did any harm to me." The dog started to growl a little more. Not trying to scare her but make her say something. " Alright Othello!! What do you want me to say? Do you want me to say I miss the guy?" Othello lifted his head from her lap and nodded. She really did pick the best in the litter when she got him. " Alright Othello I miss the guy. I miss Dr. Hannibal Lecter. But don't you tell anyone." } She kissed the top of his head. And he settled down in her lap again. " Especially not him. Come on I mean do you really think he would want anything to do with me after what I said at the lake house?" Othello started to growl again but she just read more of the screen. " creates an idealistic, sensitive, nature and a desire for culture and the refinements of life. You work best in a relaxed environment," She snorted at that. " at tasks involving writing, mathematical, or analytical." " That makes sense." " You appear calm to others," She turned back to Othello " Pretty close so far." She reads on a little more " Blah blah blah. OOooo wait a moment." " Its much more natural for you to express your deeper thoughts in writing." She looked at Othello. " Well I can tell you right here and now that Dr. Hannibal Lecter has no qualms about telling you how he feels." She smiled down at Othello. " But he writes a wonderful letter."

In the corner a dark shadow smiles at her. She doesn't know that he is here watching her, listening to her, wanting her. She is relaxed and calm reading off the computer. He was wondering why she hadn't looked up the meaning to her own name when all of a sudden he sees her typing at the computer again.

" Lets take a look at what Clarice means shall we?" Clarice didn't get a chance to read what it said about her name. All of a sudden Othello jumped up and ran to one of the dark corners of the room. " Othello what are you doing over there?" 'Good question.' Hannibal thought. The dog had just stood and walked over to him and wouldn't get away. " Oh well I suppose you were going to find out about me sooner or later." He said aloud causing Clarice to go pale.

Hannibal stepped out of the dark corner and into the light. Hoping to get a better look at Clarice. She looked pale and upset about something. "Clarice I hope your not upset about my being here. I understand I didn't ask to be invited in but then again you wouldn't have let me in, now would you?" He took another step toward her and she stood her ground.

" Actually Dr. I probably would have. But now I'd have to say I'm a little upset." She tilted her head to the side. " How long have you been here Dr. ? " She asked feeling something begin to pool in her stomach. She had felt this around him before. When his finger brushed her's in Memphis.

" Long enough, Clarice long enough."

" Long enough for what Dr. ?" She watched him. His face dangerously close to her. Not because he could hurt her. He would never hurt her. Because she wanted nothing more at this moment, then to taste his lips on hers. Her insides were crying for his touch begging for it. But she wouldn't let on. She made fists with her hands, trying to gain some control. She wouldn't look him in the eye afraid of what she might see. She tried to keep herself looking as calm and relaxed as he did.

He didn't answer her right away. Taking a moment to take her in. She was sweating though it was cool in the house. She was making fists with her hands trying to gain control over something. She wasn't looking him in the eye. She was trying to keep control of something. And from the smell of her he could just imagine what. " I have been here long enough to learn that you my Dear Clarice have been lying to both of us long enough."

She was going to say something ask him what he meant. 'Like I don't already know.' When she felt his lips on hers. There was nothing calm about this kiss. It was hard and passionate. She couldn't think of anything but his lips, anyone but him. She wrapped her arms around his neck trying to pull him closer. She wanted to feel him all over.

'She's no going to lie to either of us much longer.' He thought to himself. She was starting to respond to the kiss. He wanted nothing more than to be lost in her. Lost in her sent, her touch, her taste, HER. But first he had to make sure of something.

He pulled away and looked her in the eyes. They were clear, filled with desire, lust, and something that he wouldn't name until she said it allowed. He pulled away and was pleased to hear her whimper. But he needed space, he needed to be able to look at her fully when she spoke.

" Clarice what do you feel when you are around me?" 'What did she feel around him?' That was a wonderful question to ask. Because for the first time she was sure she knew.

" I feel like I belong. You look at me and you see a woman worth treasuring. You come into a place where your very life is at risk and you come too see me. I miss you when your not with me. I miss your games, your smell, your touch, and I've only known that once." She smiled at him. A genuine smile. " I love you."

His breathe stopped. She had said it. Finally said it. He couldn't really believe it. He stood for a moment. Waiting to wake up from his dream. But he didn't this was real. She had said what he had been waiting 10 years to hear. After a few moments. He came to her again. Saying nothing only capturing her mouth with his.

He scooped her up into his arms. Taking her up the stairs to her room. She was a little worried with how well he knew her house but said nothing. They reached the bed and Clarice heard Othello following up the stairs. 'Always looking out for me.' She smiled. "Othello stay. Keep watch." She heard him bark and then go back down the stairs. She turned back to Hannibal and smiled at his face.

" What?" she asked her voice shy.

" Do you think you could train me that well?" he asked showing her his teeth and lightly biting her neck. She gasped not out of fear but pleasure.

" I would never want to. Your more fun when I don't know what to expect." She loved the sound of his chuckle. Like being put into a warm bath. Deep and soothing.

" I could say the same for you my dear." But the look in her eyes told him that now was not the time for words.

She wasn't wearing anything fancy. Blue jeans and a T-shirt. But it was time to see what she looked like without them on. He made quick work of her shirt, throwing it over the bed. He looked at her she was wearing a lace black bra. He started to message her chest pleased when he heard her moan his name. He smiled and pulled her lips into another kiss. Pulling her body up so she could reach around her he started to undo her bra. Slipping it off and tossing it with the shirt to be forgotten.

He placed his hands back on her breasts. Feeling her nipples harden under his hands. Curious he tweaked the small buds, taking advantage of her gasp. Slipping his tongue in her tasted every inch of her mouth. He was so lost in her taste, her smell, her touch that he almost didn't feel her start to unbutton his shirt. He pulled away and looked her in the eyes.

" You to dressed for this." She stated never stopping her hands.

He chuckled again and helped her remove the shirt. She looked at him. He wasn't overly muscular but he was toned. He had a sprinkle of peppered hair on his chest. Running her fingers over him she found him soft and warm. She looked at him and wondered. Lifting her head she started to kiss his neck. Pleased to hear him groan. But she still wanted a question answered. Moving to the place where his shoulder and neck met she kissed, licked, and finally bit. He protest as a matter of fact he pulled her closer to him. Relishing in the feeling of pain and pleasure mashing as one.

But he was an alpha male. He was the one in charge. He pulled away and started to pin her to the bed. Taking her mouth and making a bee line for her breast, teasing her. Licking, and kissing the around the area she wanted him to touch most. Finally having heard enough of her whimpers he took her in his mouth. Positive that you could hear her moan around the city if the the state.

She was lost. His touch was like fire and ice all at the same time. He was teasing her. Always getting so close to where she wanted him but never really going there. But he decided to take pity. His mouth around her and she was gone. It was warm and wet. He was, sucking, licking, and biting. Deciding after a moment to move to the other. In the mist of this all she could think was how uncomfortable her pants and underwear was becoming. She was fully soaked and was sticking to herself.

As if he could read her thoughts he started to move lower. Stopping to undo the button on her pants. Hooking his fingers in both her underwear and pants he started to pull them down. Not stopping until she was completely naked before him. He made quick work of his own pants and undergarments. He was hard and long. He positioned himself in front of her entrance.

" Are you ready for me my sweet Clarice?" She nodded not trusting her voice. But he wasn't having any of that. He pushed in his head feeling her wet and slick. " Clarice what do you want?" She looked at him. She couldn't think of anything. What did she want? She wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel him fill her. He pushed in a little more and she moaned arching her hips to pull him further in. Only to have him pull back. " I'm waiting." She looked him in the eye. She saw nothing but love and desire. And hoped her could see the same in hers.

" I want you inside of me." With that said he pushed in all the way. Both surprised and pleased when he felt something break. Looking down at Clarice he was her eyes closed to the pain. A single tear running down her cheek. He didn't move. Didn't say anything at first. When she opened her eyes. They were filled with embarrassment. His hear broke a little.

" Clarice why didn't you tell me?" he asked still not moving. She looked at him.

" I was afraid of what you would say." His heart sank. She had a right to fear his words. He had already.... he didn't even want to remember what he said to her.

" Please forgive me Clarice. If I had known I never would have..." She didn't let him finish.

" You didn't know because I didn't want you to know." She moved her hips and he groaned. " Hannibal please." Her eyes filled with need and love he smiled and started to move.

Slowly at first, pulling out and pushing back in. Both amazed with the pleasure. He kept his speed slow and gentle, he had always liked it hard and fast. But it was her first time and it should be special. He had every intention of keeping it this way until she started to beg him to go faster and harder. Happy to grant her wish he did so.

She was amazed with the feeling. She had never felt anything like this before. She felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, one that seemed to go higher and higher. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, she fell. She screamed her release as she gripped him inside her. Sending him over the edge. One more thrust and he spilled inside her.

He fell on top of her. Unmoving for a moment. Wanting to give them both time to gain breathe. After a few minutes when he was sure he wouldn't wake up to find everything a dream. He pulled out of her and moved to lay next to her. Pulling her against him. Amazed with how well they fit together. He kissed the top of her head, smoothed her hair and spoke a question he had been wanting to ask.

" Clarice, what did the computer say about your name?" She smiled and thanked God for her photographic memory.

" Clarice meaning clear and bright. Your name gives you a clever mind, good business judgment, a sense of responsibility, and an appreciation of the finer things in life. You are serious-minded and not inclined to make light of things even in little ways, and in your younger years you had more mature intrests than others your age. Home and family mean a great deal to you and it is natural that you should desire the security of a peaceful , settled home enviorment where you can enjoy the companionship of family and friends. Whatever you set out to accomplish you do your very best to complete in accordiance with what you consider to be right." She quoted word for word from the screen. He smiled pleased with her skills.

" And would you my dear Clarice, agree with what it says? Or would you rather have another name?" He looked her in the eye. Pleased to see her clever smirk.

" A rose by any other name."

The end