#hannigam

In the book, Hannibal says that to Clarice when she's dressed to the nines in an evening gown and emerald earrings. And this is after she's been in his grasps for several days

When they at last return to their bedroom, Will retreats to the master bath, stripped bare and muttering something about ‘hosing off’ before retiring for the night. Hannibal follows.

“How do you like the sound of a nice, hot bath?” he suggests instead.

Will sighs. He’s still getting used to the pampering. The softness, the attention. He clearly enjoys it, but the stubborn remnants of his previous life still cling to him in places.

Hannibal places his hands on Will’s bare shoulders, begins to massage them in firm, coaxing kneads. “It will help you relax,” he says, leaning forward a fraction to whisper in his husband’s ear. “You’ve more than earned it. You were magnificent tonight, mylimasis. So clever, so quick. Truly a marvelous thing to behold.”

Will’s muscles shift and loosen beneath his fingers as he works, gradually unwinding until the tension slowly melts from him. Hannibal presses a kiss to the space where Will’s shoulder meets his neck.

“Come, let me worship you.”

The low, warm sound of Will’s resulting pleasured hum brings a smile to Hannibal’s face. “Alright, alright,” he sighs, like he’s the one indulging Hannibal by entertaining this. 

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