The Doldrums

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Thank you for the prompt and patience! ♥ I’m feeling down and got a bit of writer’s block, so I hope this is all right. Also some fluff @electric-couple prompt.

Forever kiss

Bedelia has always been the perfect contradiction. A petitewoman with the most striking features. The most beautiful person Hannibal has everlaid eyes on and he has never been one to use these words lightly; an intricatemasterpiece, one that took decades to complete, with utmost attention devotedto the tiniest of details.

But her beauty is more than skin deep and her framemisleading. A commanding woman with a power to destroy him or save him.Hannibal still cannot believe that she has chosen to do the latter. Repeatedly.

He watches as she stands by the window, her tiny figureilluminated by the soft, orange radiance of the fading sun, her hair like agolden halo around her. It is an image of a goddess worshipped and the accuracyof the comparison makes Hannibal smile. He is drawn to her by an invisible linethey seem to be connected by. All the strands of his veil are long gone,leaving this golden thread unravelling straight from his heart and alwaysleading to her.

Standing behind her, Hannibal wraps his arms around herwaist, hands moving across the cool silk of her blouse, sensing the warmth ofher skin beneath it, one he adores to bask in. Bedelia turns with a gentlesmile and an enquiring look in her eyes. His only explanation is to envelop herfurther, her delicate frame fitting perfectly against his, two pieces alwaysdestined to come together. Hannibal presses a tender kiss against her forehead,situated ideally at level of his lips.

He had never considered this expression of attachmentbefore, an unlikely gesture for a man like him, but now he cannot refrainhimself from kissing her that way. He savours her soft skin, lips lingeringgently. It is a statement without words, one he wants to utter over and overagain. For some people, it is a less meaningful kiss, but not for Hannibal. Hefinds it more intimate than any meeting of their wanting lips. Each kisscarries his undying protection and devotion.

Bedelia used to frown at this gesture; a tiny furrow in herbrow would follow each kiss, perhaps seeing the expression as condescending. A slightnarrowing of her eyes indicated her uncertainty as to the nature of the caress;it conveyed fondness but not lust. Perhaps she was unsure of her own emotionsas new sensations brewed in her heart. But his attention never faltered, justlike his feelings.

SCULLY:

MULDER:

“The floor is supernatural events and extraterrestrial life forms”