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Post by Hannibal Casry on Aug 28, 2007 21:50:44 GMT -5
"Your girl? Then where the hell were you?" Hannibal questioned looking up at Jake. He'd been trying his best to find Nicky, while he'd been sitting in there drinking. He smelled the alcohol on Jake, whether he'd had a lot to drink or only a glass. It was very easy to smell on a person since he didn't drink that often. He knelt down beside Nicky as she said she was an idiot. "You're not an idiot, Nicky. I love that you were trying to help, but you shouldn't have. I'll be fine despite. I know what you saw looks horrible, but it's not as abd as it could be."
Hannibal's dark eyes glared up at Jake as he asked if Hannibal would let him have her again, then questioned on if he was gay or not. He wasn't gay by actual standards, but in some people's minds, liking the same sex even a little bit you got counted as gay. So it was whatever the asshole wanted to think. Hannibal wouldn't say he was gay, but he wouldn't say he was straight either. He kicked Nicky, and walked off. Hannibal kept himself calm, but with a controlled act of anger, he pushed Jake into the metal door frame of the bar. It did no damage to Lesly's bar, thank god, but it sounded like Jake ran square into the pole! Chalk one up for Hannibal. "C'mon Nicky. We need to get you home." he said quietly, picking up Nicky in his arms as gently as he could. He knew he was probably hurting her with as badly as she was beaten, but it was better then making her walk with him back to his bike.
The two got away from Jake before he'd had a chance to fight back. He carried her carefully in his arms. He knew he'd be able to pick her up. She was a very light girl, and even though no one seemed to think it, she was beautiful on the inside and out. she was one of the prettiest girls he'd ever met in his whole entire life, and he's known a lot of girls. "You know you're beautiful right, Nicky? Don't let whatever those guyss aid get you down..." |
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Post by Zoey on Aug 28, 2007 21:56:48 GMT -5
Nicky looked as Hannibal pushed Jake. She grinned weakly. Jake fell intot he bar and angrily galred at them but walked in rubbing his nose. nicky felt strong arms around her and wince din pain biting her lip. She gripped his shirt taking a deep breath. He was helping her..thank god. She cuddled clseor to him. She needed comfort dammit. She lookedn up at him as he said she was beautiful. She looked into his eyes Your jsut saying that..every guy in there commented on how ugly i was in there heads or outloud..i dont want to be ugly.. She cried slightly burying her face into his cehst. Her little body racked with sobs as she tried to stop them. She was tired of fighting. She jsut wanted to give up and grasp Hannibal.
She looked as they got near the bike. She was to weak to even think right now. She jsut held onto Hannibal looking slightl back at the bar. She felt so usless. Hannibal probably thought she was weak and stupid. Her tears fell from her eye to his hand as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. Her stomach felt like a broken window. Every time she moved it ached as her ribs felt broken. She gingerly touched his cheek and tried to smile. THank you. She said before shutting her eyes and jsut letting him carry her. She wanted to scream and cry but jsut was still. She elt like sleping..but she ddint want to miss a moment of bing with Hannibal..
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Aug 28, 2007 22:05:30 GMT -5
She held onto his shirt and leaned in against his chest as Hannibal held her with steady arms. In no way did he want to hurt her anymore then she was already hurt. He felt like it was his fault that she was hurt now. She'd been involved with something painful because of him, and he felt bad. She looekd up into his eyes and said that he was just saying all that stuff. "Nicky, you walked into a gay bar... No man in there likes a girl ,whether she's gorgeous like you are or not..." he said lovingly. That was true. what else did she expect from a gay bar? And besides, both Ian and Steve had someone they held dear to their hearts. Her tears ran down her face and ended up on his shirt as she cried into his chest. He wished he could just hug herand kissed her and tel lher again that she was gorgeous but he couldnt do it while he was holding her.
He smiled very faintly as her hand graced his cheek and she gave an attempt to smile, but it barley worked. He carried her to the bike and as gently as he could, he set her up front, and he sat back behind her. He brought up the kickstand as he started to bike, and drove steadily down the empty night streets. He didn't want her to feel uncomfortable if they went too fast, but had to still stay within the speed limit. Her eyes were shut and her body was leaned against his and they drove. He smiled very faintly as he took the turns of the road as if they were rocking gently. |
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Post by Zoey on Aug 28, 2007 22:12:05 GMT -5
She felt him put her behind him on the bike and tightly held on around his waist. She smield weakly as he asid that and snuggled into his back wiping her tears. He was right as usual. She sighed weakly as he started driving. Her stomach ached in pain. She whimpered a bit trying to ignore it but dammit it hurt. She ooked ahead as hannibal drove...was he going to her house or his? She idnt care..she just waned to lay down besied him and let him comfort her. She knew he was trying to go slower..but the speed limit needed to be obeyed. She felt sick. She clsoed hr eyes blinking tears. She gripped onto him as if her life depended on it. She felt so connneceted to Hannibal. Like she never had to anyone before.
No one had ever called her gorgeous or stunning. Only Hannibal. Everyone she met had a bused her..not Hannibal. She smield weakly. She had never noticed it before. God she was..was she? She felt like she loved him..but was that impossible? She shook her head gently. No. She did. God she actually did! He always protected her and he made her feel wanted and he kised her..god. She felt them hit a red light and pulleda t his shirt so he looked at her. She moved her lips to his ear weakly kissing it. She looked ahead taking a deep breath. What if he didnt love her back? She shivered. She had to know. She gently touched his face nad moved his hair behind his ear. HER breath was hot on his war as she whispered
I love you
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Aug 29, 2007 5:31:31 GMT -5
She held tightly onto his waist and leaned her head onto his back as they drove along the dead night streets. Usually he took advantage of how dead they were and seen how fast he could get up from a dead to in a few seconds. It was entertaining to see how fast he could get the bike to go. He'd gotten it to onne hundred many times, of course it took maybe two seconds longer but still, it was fun. They were only going to her house ebcause his apartment was a disaster. Probably looked like a tornado has gone through it and spared no mercy. Now, if she wanted to go to his place, then they would because he wasn't going to tell her no... She held onto him a lot tighter, and he hoped she was alright.
Hannibal was a kind of guy that was always gentle, and always lovable. He knew what it was like to go through absue in his life, and it was hard to see someone else having to deal with it. For 15 years he out up with shit from his father, and even though Nicky wasn't being absued by her father like he had been, there was a lot of that man that Hannibal saw in Jake. He was power hungry, and narscissistic. That scared him a little bit, that everytime he ran into Jake he thought of his father, but that only multiplied his anger by three. Because he didn't have the guys to fight his father, but he fought Jake. They stopped at a red light, who knew why. there was no one out here. It was dead...
He looked back with a very gentle smile as she tugged at his shirt, and her kissed his soft skin gently, as she stayed close. He smile very faintly down at her and her hand came up to tuck his hair behind his ear, her gentle hand brushed across his face as her hot breath sent shivers down his spine. those three words. They meant everything. Liking someone meant nothing compared to love. Hannibal liked a lot of people, whether they were as friends or had been crushes, like meant nothing. Hannibal got a feeling inside him that grew hotter as she said she loved him. A deeper feeling that he didn't know he had. the words sent a chill down his spine as they were whispered to him, but he knew they were true. He'd never told anyone he loved them, not one person in his whole entire life. Well, he'd never told anyone that when he was sober...
"I-I love you too..." he said softly, his voice only faultering becaise the honk of the horn from the car that had driven up behind them startled him. His lips met with her's for a brief second before starting to go again. He pushed his feet up off the ground and raised them back onto the bike as he gained speed again, making it to the speed limit. |
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Post by Zoey on Aug 29, 2007 10:22:21 GMT -5
She saw the looked on his face as she said it and was hesitant. But when he agred with her and said he loved her to releif poured through her. SHe kissed his lips as he kissed her and smiled weakly as he turned back and kept going. She jumped lsightly at the hok too but jsut held tighter to Hannibal. She could see her house Hannibal...i dont want to go to my house. She said sleepily. She wanted to go to his hosue. What was it like? Probably better than hers. Her wind fell out of the pony tail it was in and blew back at the speed they were going. She felt like she was riding on air. He was being so careful with all the turns and slowed careffully. He relly did love her. No one had loved her. Not even her mother.
When she was growing up her mother was a prosttue and she was always reminded of the mistake she was. She had no idea who her father was but she knew every time she asked her mother she'd get beaten or left outside for the night. She shivered and hid her face into Hanibals back. She didnt want to think of that..not now. Not with Hannibal. He made all her problems vanish. SHe was giddy and flirty with him. She could relax and touch him and kiss him without worrying about rejection. God it felt amazing. She sighed happily.even though it was a weak sigh Are we there yet? Her voice was almost beging. Her stomach was killing her and her body was in no condition to go any longer. She didn't want to soundw eak but dear god she was tired and hungry and bruised. The only thing she was not was cold..because she was holding onto Hannibal..she was never cold with him
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Aug 29, 2007 14:42:46 GMT -5
He nodded slightly as she said she didn't want to go to her house. Well, then to his apartment they would go. Oh god... What a wreck it was right now... She would be too tired to care though, so it is all good. They rode right by Nicky's house and Hannibal handled the sharp turn onto the other street with ease. Who was dumb enough to put a sharp turn right here anyway? That was unneeded. Whatever though, it was fine. Hannibal handled sharp turns well on his Kawasaki. He had to slow down a bit though, because being on a motorcycle at this hour was a little bit more difficult for a car to see then it already was. All though there weren't many cars out, he was still being careful knowing that Nicky was there.
"Almost..." Hannibal said with a soft smile as he turned down a few more roads until to the parking lots of the apartment complex. It wasn't the biggest or the nicest, but it was good for him. They were well kept and the neighbors were nice. It was the first place he'd had since he got away from his dad, and since he'd never really had any family he didn't settle with a house when he went to college. He'd been in the dorms in college, and boy were they great. You never know what actually goes on in the dorms until you stay in them.
He parked the bike in an empty spot up close to the door and turned off the engine. He got off, and carefully helped her off. He was on the 2nd floor do she didn't have to walk very far at all. The parking spot was only a little walk to the front door, and then they could take the elevator to get to his place. They walked into the front door and the clerk at the desk greeted Hannibal with a friendly smile. He waved slightly, and helped Nicky to the elevator. He knew she was sore, but he didn't want to cause a worry by carrying her in. To people here that would look wrong and he'd be bothered twenty four seven about it. Hannibal didn't want that. He liked his solitude, so he just helped her, of course keeping most of her weight on him so she didn't hurt too terribly bad.
They found his place rather easily, and Hannibal pushed in the key. They were greeted by the sight of tan walls with maroon accents and a cherry wood floor. The TV was up against the wall, and a big maroon cough sat in front of it. As Hannibal walked in he started to pick up things. He was a slob, and knew it. He picked up some of the laundry that he'd washed the night before, and had neglected putting it away. He grabbed a few pop cans that were scattered between here and the kitchen. The kitchen had some dark oak cabinets with the tan walls and cherry wood floors. It was a good sized kitchen and it was kept very clean. Further down the hall was the bathroom and the two bedrooms. He'd had a friend that stayed with him for a while when he was having some money troubles and they had split the rent, but he since then has moved out to live with his wife. Hannibal's bedroom was a wreck, and as he approached the door a loud bark was heard.
"You're not allergic to dogs are you?" he said, having completely forgotten about his boxer Chance. He hoped she wasn't, but if she was he'd clean up, vacuum and make sure everything was ok for her. If she wasn't that was cool too. He walked into the room, closing the door behind him and putting away his clothes. Chance jumped up, placing his paws on Hannibal's thighs and barking playfully. He ruffled the pup’s ears before taking his black collar and leading him to the cage. He hated to do it, but Chance hated girls. Every time a girl came into his house, the dog went insane. So he closed the door and walked back out to see Nicky. |
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Post by Zoey on Aug 29, 2007 21:56:45 GMT -5
Nicky gripped onto him as they took a tight turn. She held her breath. God she was gonna puke. A sigh of releif escaped her lips as he stopped the bike. She looked up to see some apartment.s She saw him get off and took his ram getting off but winced in pain. She gripped onto hima s she walked in looking as a man greeted them. She was biting her lip but smiled weakly holding her stomach. She knew if he carried her people would bug him..maube she could walk it off...nope. She rested agaisnt the back of the elevatort as they climbed a story..or was it two? She was to weak to care. She got out with him her head up as she tried to act not hurt...but the second she walked into his apartment she fell nto the couch closing her eyes. she distantly heard him ruffling around..was he cleaning up? She smiled weakly holding ehrs tomach. He didn't have to do that. She cracked open her ees to see a lovely apartment. The tan walls fit niceley with the maroon couch. She looked up as a dog bark erupted the silence.
She saw a huge boxer run at Hannibal and smield. God she LOVED dogs. She felt like she bonded with them. She frowned as he said was she allergic No actually i love dogs.. She saw him put him in a cage and frowned sitting up but resting against the couch. She looked at him then gently took off her shirt hissing in pain. She had huge bruises all ove r her abdomen and stomach and she felt like she had cracked a rib..but probably not..jsut brusing and pain They got me good.. she murmered andruffled her hair. Her whole bodty was bruises I feel like an idiot.. she whispered and looekda t him. Her stomach was growling but she was to scared to ask for some food. She looked at the dog Hey buddy. She whispered smiling.
She got up griping the couch arm I'll make us something.. She said grimacing and tried to get to the kitchen. She got halfway then fell agsaint the wall her eyes and teeth clamping shut as she winced. Fuck! It hurt! She wished she could scream in pain..but that was not her place. She took deep painful breaths as she got to the kitchen. She had to prove she was not helpless. She was stronger than that. She finally opened the pantry and grabbed..canned soup? ok. She had shaky handshe grabbed a knife to poke in the top when a wave of pain went through her. She dropped the knife and cried out falling tot he ground. She couldn't do it. Too much pain. Tears welled in her eyes as she fell tot he floor holding her stomach Hannibal... She whispered her vision blurring. She gripped onto something...a rug? HEr eyes rolled back as blackness took over and she passed out
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Aug 30, 2007 5:36:34 GMT -5
Nicky found the couch as soon as they walked into the apartment. He was sorry that he couldn't have carried her. He would have, but Hannibal didn't waqnt that kind of attention from all the nosy neighbors. They'd do anything to hear something interesting, it was so annoying. Hannibal looked over to her as she pulled off her shirt and said they got her good. She then said she felt like an idiot. "Stop that. You're not an idiot, just a little over enthusiastic about helping someone. Bruises heal, and I would have ended up being fine in a few weeks. you didn't have to risk anything..." he said as he sat down on the arm of the couch and looked over at her. she was bruised pretty badly, but it could have been worse like Hannibal's. She suffered for no reason because he would have been fine in a few weeks. The bruises would start to fade in maybe a little longer then a week and they'd be gone in two weeks.
As Nicky spoke to Hannibal and then him Chance dropped the the floor of his cage and a deep low growl left his vocals as he looked over at Nicky. Hannibal glared at Chance and the dog was quiet. His tail wagged slightly as Hannibal looked at him, and his big brown eyes looked away from the couch then. Wandering over to whatever a dog thinks about.
Hannibal stayed close to her as she said she'd get something for them. He was going to protest, but she got up and did it anyway. she walked halfway to the kitchen and fell against the wall. Hannibal was beside her, incase she fell. She grabbed some soup and when she went to open it, a cry of pain left her lungs and she collasped to the floor. Hannibal was with her there, and propped her head up as she whispered his name, and passed out. Poor girl. He felt like it was his fault. He should have argued with her so she wouldn't have pulled up hiss shirt. Because of him she was hurt, and hurt badly and there wasn't much he could do. Hannibal picked up up, cradling the girl in his arms as he took her back to his bedroom. The bed was ten thousand times better to rest on then the couch. Or so he thoght.
He took her into his bed room and carefukk laid her down so that she would be comfortable when she woke up. He set himself down beside her and stroked her face genly.she was so gorgeous, he just wished she wasnt passed out from the pain. he'd always feel like this was his fault because she;d only risked getting hurt to fight for him. he knew he should have argued, but she wouldnt have listened anyway.
A few hours went by that Hannibalsat silently beside Nicky. he wished she would he woken up sooner but she was out for a few hours before hannibal fell asleep. he was so tired, and that was rare hannibal usually didnt sleep that easily, but he was out. his features were calmed as he slept, and the usual smile that showed on his features as he slept, was a frown. He drempt about nicky, and instead of her getting beat up it was him. He wished that it all could have never happened. jake wouldnt have been there,and the night would have been great. he wouldn't have gotten tortured by lesly, and she wouldn't be passed out on the bed. |
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Post by Zoey on Aug 30, 2007 14:50:49 GMT -5
She stirred and her eyes opened.. She was confsued and looked around. Where was...oh right Hannibals. She looked over as he was sound asleep beside her...had she passed out? Must have. She moved clsoer to him frowning. Why was he frowning in his sleep. She gently touched his cheek Hey baby.. She whispered stroking his cheek and neck. He msut have ataken her to his bed. God this guy was considerate..thats why she loved him. SHe kissed his cheek. Her stomach was aching but overall she felt better..maybe she needed sleep..maybe she needed him. She wrapped her arms around his wasit gently and cradled her heqad on his chest.
What had happened again? Oh right...she sighed palying with the hem of his shirt. She looked under a bit and saw brusises. She gulped pulling his shirt down and looked into his eyes We are so alike.. she whispered. She diddn't want to wake him. He looekd so peacful. It was all her afult that he was hurt probbly..Jake ruined both of there lives. She clenched her fists...
SOrry its short g2g ill reply later tonight
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Aug 30, 2007 15:34:00 GMT -5
It was in no way Nicky's fault that Hannibal had been hurt. That was his own fault. He'd known Lesly for years now, hell they were kids together, but he'd admired the man for the longest time, and never heard from anyone that he was such an abusive man. Everyone said he was fantastic, great to be close to. That was a fucking huge lie. How much did he pay people to make them say that? He hadn't paid Hannibal anything, but yet he'd never confess such a violent and emotionally hurtful beating. Not unless he didn't trust them, and he had a serious trust issue.
Hannibal's eyes closed tighter, and it was almsot as if he had tried to move away at her first touch, but as she kept her hands gentle and wrapped them around his waist, he didn't move away from her, but stayed close. His mind was filled with thoughts and terrifying memories the long hours of the night at the hotel with Lesly. That's all he ever dreampt about anymore. It was going to haunt his head for the rest of his nights, and there was nothing he could do. Unless of course he wanted to see someone about it, but that wasn't happening. So much happened that he almsot felt uncomfortable with himself at times. He felt violated and as if he could never really clean himself, he was dirty, permanetly dirty...
Hannibal's hand found Nicky's as she pulled the hem of his shirt back down over his skin. He was quiet when he woke up from nightmares. He didn't wake up screaming or sobbing, he just simply woke up, nondramaticly. He laced her fingers with his and brought her hand up to kiss the back of it gently. "Don't look at me... By seeing those bruises you got hurt. I don't want that to happen again... Ever." Hannibal said, his eyes still closed, but he was awake. He loved her touch against his bare skin, but he didn't want her to see all the bruises. they were horrible looking, and there were more on his body, not just his torso. they were all over on Hannibal. |
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Post by Zoey on Aug 30, 2007 19:14:36 GMT -5
She laced her fingers with his and smiled as he kised her hand I know..don' feel bad its my fault. She moved clsoer to him smiling as he did not pull away. Im sorry for being over protective..i just..don't want to lose you..i love you. She whispered and kissed his lips gently. SHe knew he was probably hurting as much as her. She grimaced slightly. Her stomach was still aching a bit but her pride was worse. She pulled the blanket around both of them her face msking the pain. She jstu wanted to be with him. THe sunlgiht streamed through his window. She heard a dog growling and looked at him I gues he doesn't like me. Disapointment was clear in her voice. She loooved dogs..and they ususally loved her back.
She sighed and pulled him closer. I don't want to hurt..dear god im starving. She lookeda t him I could try maing something .....wait was i making sometthing? She looked at him confusion in her eyes and rubbed her temple What happened? She groaned and let go of him falling backa gasint his pillow..his pillow. God it smelt heavenly. Speaking of smelling she alos needed a shower. She sighed angrily I have so much to do..i don't want to overstay my welcome
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Aug 30, 2007 19:51:14 GMT -5
The frown left his face as he smiled gently as Nicky stayed close to him. His eyes were opened now and looked over at her. She told him not to feel bad because it was her fault. He didn't know what to say to that, maybe it was a little her fault, but it was just as much his. He wasn't there in time to help her out from being hurt. She said she was sorry for being overprotective and that she didn't want too loose him. He felt that way too, that's why he'd fought with Jake. He didn't want nicky to get hurt, but that had ended horribly... So how come when he stuck up for her she got pissed off, but when she stuck up for him he felt bad for her? That's screwed up! She kissed him though, and all his thoughts were put on hold and he leaned into her kiss a little bit. Then she pulled the blanket around them and he kept his hand with hers.
"Don't take it personally, he's like that. He was abused by a woman when he was a pup, and he's had this thing against them ever since... So, it's cool, he is just scared of you, because if he wasn't in a cage, he wouldn't be growling, he'd be hiding." Hannibal said with a soft laugh. Chance was a chicken dog when it came to facing women, but Hannibal loved the dog almsot more then anything more in the world, but Nicky took up more space in his heart then the dog did. Sorry Chance!
"No no, you're not going to make anything. That's how you passed out. I will make you anything you need." He said with a gentle smile as the two stayed close underneat hthe blanket. He would help her with anything she needed ebcause he knew she hurt. He could get her some pain pills for now, and that would help a lot. He had a stronger dose one around here because of a few past incidents with his father when he was younger. "You won't overstay your welcome, I don't want you to hurt yourself by leaving, but if you must leave, then I can't really stop you..." he said, his eyes looking at her carefully. He didn't really wnat her to leave, but if she thought she must then he couldn't stop her. but he didn't want her getting hurt and having no one there. |
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Post by Zoey on Aug 30, 2007 20:00:27 GMT -5
She nodded as he told her of Cahne and sighed I jsut..love dogs. she sighed and huddled to keep warm wiith him under the blanet. She heard some lgiht splatter on the windows. She looked at him as he said thats how she passed out. She raised a brow nodding and rubbed his back gently nodding. Her stomach growled and she lookeda t him BUt i want to stay..i mean i hope you want me too She lookeda t him. She was not sure he said hed loved her. Thy were on a motorbike and it was loud. She was hesitant but yawned and kised his neck. dammit Jake and Lesley.. she whispered and gripped onto his shirt. She was so hurt and gfelt so good with Hannibal..
She finalyl pulled away and slowly got up. She was sill in her jeans and shirt and felt disgusting. She neded a shower..that would help a hell of a lot. She smiedl rembering the bes shower she had ever had..with Hannibal. God he had delicate hands. She smiled and looked at him Ok..do you have any other clothes...mine are greechy..od i probably got your bed all dirty. She said anger in her voice. She wiped the bed where she layed even thoguh there was nothing there. She looked at him smiling weakly and rubbed her abdomen sighing I really dont wanna be useless..i hate to make you a slave jsut for me..well i guess thats wouldnt be that bad. She laughed lightly. She had to lighten the mood
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Aug 30, 2007 20:45:59 GMT -5
"I'd love that you stay I mean... if you want to. If you don't then I guess I can deal with that..." his tone was really suggestive. Of course he didn't want her to leave, and the way he spoke told her that. The two of them were huddled close underneath the blanket and he didn't want her to leave. Sure they weren't doing much, you know, relaxing and being in pain. Such a great bonding activity, right? He felt her soft lips against the skin of his neck, and a soft, content sigh escaped his vocals. A very tender spot for Hannibal that was. She pulled on his shirt a bit, and the two stayed close as she whispered angrily about Jake and Lesly.
He sat up as she stood up. She asked if he had any extra clothes and he nodded slightly. Might be a little bit for her, but he wasn't too huge, so he could get her something to wear. "Yeah I'm sure I got something you'll fit in. And don't worry about the bed. I have more sheets and shit in the closet. It'll be fine." He said with a gentle smile as he opened his closet. Hmm... All black. What to choose from? It was such a complicated decision sometimes... He picked out a slim fit shirt that read "Pay no mind to those who talk behind your back, it simply means that you are two steps ahead." It fit him perfectly, so it might be a tad big on Nicky. Maybe not to big, but looser fitting them her shirt definitely. Then he picked out either shorts for her or some of his skinny jeans. A little long for her no doubt, but they were what would fit because he knew his tripp pants wouldn't fit. They practically fell off him...
"Don't worry. If there was anyone that I'd want to spend my life with as a slave, I'd prefer to it to be you." He said with a playful grin as he bowed slightly, and offered her the clothes. She could pick if she wanted to wear something else, but it was a good shirt, and he didn't know if she wants shorts of pants. Her choice. |
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