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If she had been feeling better, Will could have appreciated that it was beautiful outside. She would have taken her dogs on a long walk and played fetch and sat on the porch with a book. But she felt awful. She had a headache that was pressing on her eyes and she was starting to feel crampy and her clothes felt wrong on her body - all at once too tight and too loose and too much - and she was irritated with everything. Her irritation started when she woke up and her hair was once again an untameable mess and she couldn’t get the curls to cooperate when she tied them back in a bun, redoing it over and over before giving up and leaving the bun loose. The only positive that she could think of was that she was able to call in sick today and Jack hadn’t called her once. Silver linings and all that.
She had debated on whether or not she wanted to go to her weekly session with Hannibelle, but she considered it for too long and it was now past the time that the psychiatrist would deem acceptable to cancel. Aside from the long drive and having to sit upright for a few hours, she figured it wouldn’t be so bad. She enjoyed talking to Hannibelle and she knew after only a few minutes in her presence, her mood would improve. If her headache or cramps got worse, she could always just tell Hannibelle and she was sure the doctor would give her an ibuprofen. Unprompted, she imagined Hannibelle laying down behind her, holding her close and rubbing soothing circles to Will’s lower belly as she whispered sweet words into her ear. Her heart rate picked up and she squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head once to try and dispel the image from her mind.
Will tried not to let her mind wander to those kinds of thoughts. It did her no good to try and get her hopes up, especially because Hannibelle was supposed to be her psychiatrist. Sure, Hannibelle blurred some lines - they were closer to friends just having conversations than doctor and patient. But, sometimes, when she couldn’t sleep and she wanted her mind to be quiet, she let herself imagine. She imagined Hannibelle’s beautiful surgeons hands on her skin, caressing her cheeks, her neck, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, until finally she would part Will’s legs and touch her where she was wet and aching. She imagined Hannibelle kissing her and imagined how soft her lips would feel. She imagined Hannibelle would nip at her skin with her sharp teeth and it would make her moan and plead for more. She wanted to be marked by her and she wanted bruises blooming on her skin so she could press her fingers into the purple-blue blotches and be reminded of her. She imagined undressing Hannibelle and seeing her expensive - and surely matching - bra and panties. She imagined pulling her panties off with her teeth and kissing her thighs. She imagined grabbing Hannibelle’s hips and slinging her legs over her shoulders and pulling her cunt to her face and devouring her.
While her imagination was certainly very vivid, she knew it wouldn’t compare to actually being able to experience her fantasies. But regardless of how attracted she was to her psychiatrist or how desperately she wanted to kiss her and feel her and fuck her, she knew they would always stay fantasies. Surely, Hannibelle didn’t feel the same way. How could she? Will was unstable, rough around the edges, and rude. She wasn’t like Hannibelle. She couldn’t fit in at her dinner parties, she hated socializing with people, she didn’t have a refined palate. Will and Hannibelle were friends - hell, Hannibelle was Will’s only friend - and it would stay that way.
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Hannibelle opened the door to her office with a warm smile on her face. She gave Will a once over and her expression turned to one of concern. Will was slightly hunched over and she had one hand hovering over her lower belly and the other was clenched into a tight fist against her thigh. Her eyebrows were scrunched together and her lips were pressed into a thin line.
“Will, are you alright?” she asked. She stepped forward and felt Will’s forehead, her other hand rested on Will’s shoulder. Hannibelle tried to subtly sniff her, her nostrils flaring a bit with the intake of air. Will saw something flash across her face as she inhaled as if she was putting pieces together. Hannibelle’s mouth pulled down in a slight frown. She stayed quiet to let Will respond even though Will was almost positive that she knew the answer to her question already.
“I’m okay, just cramping,” she said. Her voice was slightly strained and she inhaled deeply through her nose before continuing, “Do you have ibuprofen? Or anything similar? I should’ve taken some earlier but I didn’t think it would get this bad today.” Hannibelle nodded and gently but firmly ushered Will inside, leading her by her shoulders over to her usual chair and hovering as she sat down as if she was afraid Will wouldn’t be able to do it on her own. Once Will was seated, Hannibelle dropped her hands and walked over to her desk. She looked through her desk drawer before returning, holding two pills in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.
“If this doesn’t help, please let me know. Would you like a hot water bottle?” she asked as she held her palm out to Will. Will took the pills and shook her head. Hannibelle opened the bottle of water before handing it to Will. She didn’t recognize the brand that was printed on the label but she could tell that it was ridiculously expensive and she forced herself not to roll her eyes. She took a few long sips of water after swallowing the pills and Hannibelle took the bottle and put the lid back on, setting the bottle on the glass side table next to Will’s chair.
“Thank you,” she murmured. Hannibelle gave her a small smile, just the corners of her mouth turned up, and sat down in her own chair. Will took the opportunity to look her psychiatrist up and down, gaze catching on her ass when her body was turned away from her before she forced herself to look away. Hannibelle was wearing a blood red silk pussybow blouse that accentuated her shoulders and her waist and her breasts, the buttons straining just a fraction where the fabric stretched across her chest. Her black trousers hugged her hips and thighs and came up to her waist, the flared legs covering most of her matching red heels with only the pointed toe poking out. Her hair was in stunning contrast with her dark clothes, the blonde strands flowing down her back just past her shoulders with streaks of silver in a few places. She looked deadly and beautiful and Will had the urge to straddle her strong thighs and grind against her until she came. She bit her bottom lip to distract herself, worrying the sensitive flesh with her teeth.
“Is menstruation always this painful for you?” Hannibelle asked. She crossed one leg over the other, clasping her hands together casually on her lap. Will noticed that her nails were painted black. She wanted those nails to scratch down her back in the throes of pleasure, leaving long red lines in their wake that rubbed against her shirt the next day with every movement she made.
“It usually gets worse than this, but I’m used to it.” she said. Most months, she called out of work for a day or two and stayed curled up in bed with a heating pad turned up to its highest setting pressed tightly to her abdomen. But there were plenty of times that she pushed through and tried to ignore the pain. Those times were mostly because Jack wouldn’t stop calling her and insisting that he needed her at a crime scene. He usually bullied his way into getting what he wanted and she found that it was easier to give in rather than to hear him screaming at her through the phone and wasting her energy on going back and forth with him. Hannibelle hummed as she took in this information. She seemed to mull it over for a moment before speaking.
“Have you been tested for endometriosis?” she asked. Will nodded.
“Yeah, but they said they didn’t find anything.” she said. She shrugged and started fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. She opted for a flannel that she’s had for years that she knew would be loose enough to be comfortable. The fabric was worn and soft but she was hyperaware of the collar and she forced herself not to keep tugging at it. Her shirt wasn’t much of a problem today compared to her pants. She could be wearing sweatpants and still feel like the waistband was too tight, so it was a losing battle. On days like this, the only pants that felt comfortable enough for her to wear in public were cargo pants that she had found a while ago at a thrift store and she bought all three pairs that the store had. They had elastic sewn into the back of the waistband that made it so they had enough give to not be constricting and stiff and the material was preferable to her jeans. But no matter how stretchy the waistband was, any pants that she wore always felt like they were digging harshly into her abdomen until she could take them off and lay flat on her bed or couch.
Hannibelle was quiet for a minute and Will broke eye contact and looked at her desk instead. The ibuprofen hadn’t had enough time to fully kick in yet and she felt another cramp seize her uterus with a vicelike grip. She squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the arm of the chair with one hand, the other pressing flat against her lower belly and applying firm pressure as best as she could. Will tried to breathe deeply and slowly through it and struggled, her body hunching forward as she started to curl in on herself. She bit down on her lower lip to stop herself from making noise and it felt like her whole body was frozen in place from the pain. Distantly, she thought she heard Hannibelle say her name but she couldn’t focus, let alone reply. It took a long and painful minute for the cramp to start subsiding and her shoulders drooped as she let out a long exhale. Will leaned back in her chair slowly and opened her eyes. It took a second for everything to come into focus.
Hannibelle had gotten out of her chair and she was now standing in front of Will, leaning her upper body down with her hands hovering just above the profiler's shoulders. When Hannibelle saw Will’s eyes focus on her, she closed the gap and rested her hands gently on Will’s shoulders. Will released her lip from between her teeth and let go of the chair arm, flexing her fingers and tonguing at the sore spot on her lip. She saw the concern on Hannibelle’s face and cleared her throat to reassure her, but the words never left her mouth because at that same moment she felt a horribly familiar sensation that made her clamp her thighs together. She wasn’t expecting her period to start for another day or two, yet a wet spot was now forming in her underwear from the blood that slowly flowed from her body. There was no way to know just how bad it was without taking her pants and underwear off but she prayed to whatever deity would listen that she didn’t get blood on Hannibelle’s furniture. She didn’t think she could survive the embarrassment. Something must have changed on her face because Hannibelle crouched down in front of her and placed her hands on Will’s, squeezing gently in reassurance.
“Would you like to lay down?” she spoke softly. She tilted her head towards the chaise longue, keeping her eyes locked with Will’s. Will wanted very badly to lay down and to have Hannibelle keep touching her but she was too scared to move. She didn’t want to bleed through her pants but if she kept sitting here it would only get worse and then she really wouldn’t want to get up. Her mouth opened and closed a few times but she couldn’t get words out. Hannibelle tilted her head to the side in confusion. “What’s wrong, dear Will?” Will felt her cheeks flush pink and she felt Hannibelle’s thumb stroke back and forth over her knuckles and she wanted to savor the feeling instead of trying to figure out the least humiliating way to phrase her question.
“I… if I lay down- do you have a towel or…? I don’t want to ruin your furniture.” She managed to squeak out. She wanted to avert her gaze but she couldn’t look away from Hannibelle’s maroon eyes. The concern on Hannibelle’s face disappeared and she now had a soft expression, her gaze understanding as she nodded and rose to her feet. She leaned down and wrapped one arm around Will’s waist, her other hand holding Will’s as she helped her up out of the chair and over to the chaise. She helped Will sit down on the edge of the chaise and once she felt Will was steady enough, she let go of her and went to the armoire near her desk. She pulled out a black throw blanket and came back to Will. She kept the blanket folded in half and laid it down on the chaise before helping Will lay down.
“There’s no need to worry over furniture. Here, you’ll be more comfortable with these off.” she said. Her voice was low and even and soothing. The psychiatrist sat at Will’s feet and slipped her boots off, setting them on the floor underneath the chaise. Instead of getting up, though, Hannibelle rested Will’s socked feet in her lap and laid a hand on her ankle, her other hand rubbing up and down Will’s calf.
“Thank you, Hannibelle.” she murmured. Hannibelle’s hand paused for a fraction of a second before she resumed the motion, a soft smile on her face as she regarded Will. It made Will’s heart beat faster and her blush spread to her neck and the tips of her ears. If she could, she would freeze time and bask in this moment.
Like most good things in Will’s life, the moment was cut short. She felt a twinge in her abdomen before another cramp squeezed her uterus. Her brows pinched together and sweat started to bead on her forehead. As she attempted to roll onto her side to curl up, Hannibelle placed her hands on Will’s hips and stilled her. Will watched through a fog of pain as Hannibelle straddled her thighs and laid her hands flat on Will’s lower belly, palms pressing gently but firmly and relieving some of the pain, the fog started to disappear. A quiet whimper escaped Will’s lips and before she could think about it and stop herself, she grabbed Hannibelle’s wrists and urged her to add more pressure. As more blood flowed into her underwear in a slow pulse, Will closed her eyes. She could only imagine the state of her pants at this point and she suddenly wished that she had worn a t-shirt under her flannel. She could have tied the flannel around her waist like she did when she was 14. For the second time tonight, Hannibelle seemed to read her face like an open book. This was becoming more and more common as they got closer to each other and knew each other better and it never failed to make Will’s mind go blank for a moment in awe and fear. She wondered if her love and desire for Hannibelle was written so clearly on her face and if so, could the psychiatrist read it?
“Let me help you. Please,” she said. Will’s eyes fluttered open and she nodded. She didn’t need to know how Hannibelle wanted to help her. She trusted her and at this point she would let her do anything. Hannibelle slowly lifted her hands from Will’s belly and rose up onto her knees, shifting back towards Will’s feet as her hands came to the button of Will’s pants. She unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and Will helped her and lifted her hips for a moment as the psychiatrist pulled her pants down her legs. Hannibelle folded them and set them down on the floor. It made her feel better to see that there wasn’t a giant blood stain on the back of her pants and she felt her body relax again.
Hannibelle let her eyes trail along Will’s body and Will swallowed hard. She hadn’t expected to be undressed in front of anyone today and suddenly she wondered if Hannibelle was disappointed or surprised by what she saw. Will stopped shaving her legs and underarms years ago because it was more work than it was worth and it didn’t bother her and she rarely had anyone looking at her naked so she didn’t have to wonder if it bothered them, either. She opted to wear boxer briefs or boyshorts instead of traditionally feminine underwear. She had tried to wear lace panties exactly once and hated how it felt like they were constantly shifting and digging into her. Today she wore briefs that were a dark navy and she was extremely thankful for the dark fabric.
Tentatively, Hannibelle trailed her fingertips along Will’s legs, up to her thighs just a bit above her knee, stroking back down to her ankles before repeating the motion slowly, enjoying the feeling of soft skin and hair against her fingers. Goosebumps rose in their wake and Will struggled to stay still. She told herself that this was just to comfort her, that this wasn’t anything more than being friendly. A voice screamed in the back of her head that this was anything but friendly and she was being stupid. Impulsively, she spread her legs just a little bit, but enough for Hannibelle to notice. She watched as Hannibelle’s eyes darkened, her predatory gaze trailing from Will’s cunt to her eyes. In a second, Hannibelle climbed up Will’s body, placed her hands on either side of her head and kissed her.
Will wrapped her arms around Hannibelle’s neck as the older woman nipped at her bottom lip before soothing it with her tongue. Will’s mouth opened on a gasp and Hannibelle took the opportunity to lick into her mouth. Will traced her tongue along the sharp points of Hannibelle’s canines, mind filling with images of those teeth biting into her flesh. Hannibelle pulled away with a final kiss and mouthed along Will’s jaw and down to her neck. Hands wandered down Will’s sides before slipping under the hem of her shirt and trailing up her skin to feel her stomach and ribs. Will tipped her head back to give Hannibelle better access and let out a whine as she left a line of quick nips along her carotid artery. Hannibelle pulled back and admired the red marks blooming on Will’s pale skin before sitting up fully. Her lips were red and swollen and her tongue poked out as it licked along her bottom lip quickly. Will wanted more of her teeth and tongue and lips and she hoped that the marks on her neck would last longer than a few minutes. She wished Hannibelle would have truly bitten her, leaving impressions of her teeth behind for Will to admire in the mirror later.
Hannibelle deftly unbuttoned Will’s shirt and helped maneuver it down and off of her arms. As she stared down at Will’s chest, she dropped the shirt vaguely in the same spot as her pants. In Will’s mind, there wasn’t much to stare at. She could barely fill a B cup and she knew the old bra she was wearing wasn’t exactly sexy, the grey material flimsy and cheap and thin enough to see her hard nipples poking against the fabric. She resisted the urge to cover herself with her arms and instead tried to cut Hannibelle’s ogling short, tugging gently at the sleeve of her blouse.
“Wanna see you,” she said. She swore she saw a smirk tug at the corner of Hannibelle’s mouth but it was there and gone too quickly for Will to be certain. Hannibelle untied the bow and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a black lace bra. The material was sheer and Will groaned low in her throat at the sight, her hands moving of their own accord and caressing Hannibelle’s ribs just under her breasts. Compared to Will, Hannibelle’s breasts were more than a handful and she sat up, pressing a soft kiss just above the lacy cup as Hannibelle dropped her blouse on the floor. Will brought her own hands to Hannibelle’s back and she unhooked her bra, easing it off of her and dropping it to the side onto her blouse. “Beautiful,” she whispered. She cupped her breasts and kissed down her sternum before dragging the flat of her tongue over one nipple. Hannibelle’s breath hitched and her back arched into Will’s mouth as she threaded her fingers into Will’s hair, the dark curls starting to fall out of the loose bun she had wrangled them into. Will flicked the tip of her tongue over her hard nipple, her thumb brushing over her other nipple before she rolled it between her fingers just as she bit gently at the one in her mouth. Hannibelle’s grip in her hair tightened and her hips bucked as her head tipped back on a low moan. Will moved her mouth to her other breast, giving her other nipple the same attention before pulling off with a wet pop.
Hannibelle’s chest was heaving and she was flushed pink from her cheeks down her sternum. She looked down at Will and used her grip on her hair to tip her head back, kissing her softly before letting go. She moved her hands to Will’s back and unhooked her bra, slipping it off of her arms before tossing it to the floor. Their mouths met again and Will moaned at the feeling of their breasts pressing against each other, her hands drifting to Hannibelle’s hips as they bucked once more against her. She pulled back and tugged at the waistband of her trousers, raising an eyebrow pointedly.
“These too.” she said. Her voice was husky and she sounded more confident than she felt. Hannibelle laughed softly and nosed at Will’s hairline, pressing her lips to her forehead softly before rising up on her knees. Will leaned back on her hands, admiring the view as Hannibelle managed to slip her trousers off with more grace than Will could ever have. Hannibelle’s panties were the same sheer black lace as her bra and Will’s lips parted at the sight. She was right - her fantasies never stood a chance against the real thing. Hannibelle cupped her cheeks and stroked her thumbs just below her eyes, the action forcing Will to make eye contact again.
“Tell me what you want, sweet girl.” she murmured. Will’s breath hitched at the endearment and she shifted her hips, her mind racing with possibilities. In her current state, she didn’t particularly care if she orgasmed and she didn’t care if Hannibelle only touched her above her waist. She just wanted to hear her moan again and she wanted her fingers in her hair and she wanted to taste her and feel her. Part of her brain cursed the timing of this. She wouldn’t have to think so hard if this happened yesterday or next week. She wouldn’t be trying to figure out if her underwear was mostly soaked through with blood or if it was from how wet she was and she wouldn’t be hoping that the blanket under her hips was enough to protect the chaise if it was the former. Hannibelle pressed her thumb between Will’s brows, smoothing out the line that formed as she considered what to say. Her hands moved to Will’s hair, fingers combing through the curls and loosening the bun further until her hair was free, the ends barely brushing against her shoulders.
“Before you answer, I want you to understand that I want whatever it is that you want. There is nothing about you - now or at any other time - that makes me desire you less. Whatever you are willing to give, I am more than happy to receive.” Hannibelle said. To make her point, she ran her palms down Will’s neck, across her shoulders and down her chest, down her belly and over her hips before skimming along her inner thighs. She lightly cupped Will’s cunt over her underwear, applying the smallest amount of pressure before trailing her palms back up the path they traveled to cradle Will’s jaw. Will’s hips twitched into her touch and a small whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it. She turned her head to press a kiss to Hannibelle’s palm before taking the fleshy pad below her thumb between her teeth, biting down just enough to sting before kissing the skin to soothe it. With her mind made up and feeling hazy with want, she turned her head to look up at Hannibelle. She saw the hunger in her gaze as she glanced between Will’s mouth and eyes and in the slight part of her lips where she could see Hannibelle’s pink tongue peeking out.
“I want your hands and your mouth and I want to taste you and feel you.” she said, adding afterward, “Please,” for good measure. Hannibelle’s mouth curved in a slight smirk and she kissed Will messily, tongues and teeth clashing in desperation before she pulled back and pressed a palm to Will’s sternum to gently urge her to lay down. Will’s chest rose and fell with her panting breath and she obeyed, laying back before lifting herself up on her elbows so she could watch the older woman's every movement. Hannibelle maneuvered herself back and pulled Will’s underwear off in one swift movement, tossing them on the floor, keeping her gaze on her cunt. She lifted Will’s legs over her shoulders and slipped her arms under her hips, grabbing Will’s ass as she pulled her that final inch closer. Hannibelle nosed at the crease of her hip for a moment before trailing her nose to the dark thatch of curls between her legs, closing her eyes and breathing in her scent greedily. Suddenly, Will felt another slow pulse of blood and she blushed furiously, angling her hips away from Hannibelle as best as she could in her position. The psychiatrist opened her eyes and looked up at Will in confusion as Will squirmed away from her instead of into her.
“What’s wrong, darling?” she asked. Her voice held no judgement or anger, only concern. As badly as Will wanted her mouth - and as confident as she was only a minute ago - she felt embarrassed and didn’t think she could handle forcing Hannibelle to go down on her as she actively bled. No matter how enticing it was to imagine Hannibelle’s mouth and cheeks streaked with red and that same hungry glint in her eyes as she stared up at Will, she figured this was one of those fantasies that had to stay in her head.
“You don’t have to do that. I’m… I’m bleeding. We can just do this another time. I mean, if you want to do this another time. We can just focus on you instead, I’m okay.” she said, keeping her hips angled away from Hannibelle. She could feel just how badly she was blushing, the heat of it traveling from the tips of her ears down to her chest. You probably just ruined this by assuming she would want to sleep with you more than once, she thought harshly. She opened her mouth to speak again but was cut off by Hannibelle’s nails digging into her ass to draw her focus, pulling a gasp from Will’s lips.
“Will, did you not believe what I said before? I wouldn’t be salivating at the thought of tasting you if something like natural bodily functions was enough to deter me. I meant what I said. You are no less desirable to me at this moment than you would be if you weren’t menstruating. Do you understand?” she asked. Hannibelle’s voice was even and her tone was firm. She made no move to pull away but she also didn’t get closer. She was waiting for Will to respond and tell her that she wanted this. Her words made Will’s hips twitch toward her mouth and Will’s breath caught in her throat as she thought about what she said. She finds Will desirable and she has found Will desirable for who knows how long. Will nodded in response, breathing deeply as she tried to gather the words stuck in the back of her throat.
“I understand.” she said, her voice barely louder than a whisper. Hannibelle hummed and gave her ass a quick squeeze as she pressed open-mouthed kisses to Will’s inner thigh. When she spoke, her voice was slightly muffled against Will’s skin but the words rang loud and clear in her mind.
“Good girl.” she murmured. Will let out a pathetic whine that turned into a moan as Hannibelle dragged her tongue from Will’s hole to her clit slowly, the tip of her tongue swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Will’s head tipped back and her eyes fluttered shut as Hannibelle repeated the motions and let out a groan at the taste of her, the sound vibrating against Will and making her thighs twitch. Every part of her felt more sensitive than usual and she couldn’t control how her hips bucked against Hannibelle’s face when she wrapped her lips around her clit and sucked, her mouth dropping open as she cried out and dug her heels into Hannibelle’s back. Hannibelle gripped her hips and kept her still as she sucked her clit, flicking her tongue before pulling off with a wet pop. She lapped at Will’s hole and licked back up her slit, stopping just short of her clit before repeating the motion. Will whimpered and tried to tilt her hips, searching for that friction. She kept herself propped up on one elbow and brought a hand to her breast, pinching and rolling and teasing at her nipple to give herself more stimulation.
Hannibelle squeezed Will’s hips once in a silent command to stay still before letting go and sliding her hands around to her inner thighs. She opened her eyes and flicked her gaze up to Will, groaning and bucking her hips fruitlessly against the chaise at the sight. As she laved at Will’s clit slowly, she rubbed the tip of her finger against Will’s hole. Will forced her eyes open and looked down at Hannibelle, their eyes locking as the older woman pushed her finger in up to the knuckle. It felt like not enough and too much at once and Will pushed her hips down into Hannibelle’s hand at the same time that Hannibelle gave a harsh suck to her clit before letting go. She mentally reprimanded herself for not staying still but she felt like she had no control over her hips. She wanted desperately to be good.
As Will’s eyes drifted to Hannibelle’s mouth, she felt her breath seize in her chest and too many thoughts flooded her mind at once for her to be able to decipher any of them. But she knew she would never forget this sight. Hannibelle’s mouth and chin were slicked in red and her wetness, the blood smudging towards her cheeks and nose and making the lower half of her face shine. She felt her cunt pulse and she had the urge to lick Hannibelle’s face clean. She didn’t get much time to dwell on it because Hannibelle thrust three fingers into her and curled them up, brushing against her g-spot briefly before she pulled her fingers out and thrust in again. Will bucked hard against her hand and moaned as she tried to fuck herself on Hannibelle’s fingers. Hannibelle circled her clit with the tip of her tongue as she set a slow pace with her fingers, teasing her g-spot with every thrust and winding Will up. She could feel her orgasm starting to build in her lower belly but she knew she would need more.
“Please- fuck, more. Please, Hannibelle,” she begged. She brought a hand down to Hannibelle’s head and threaded her fingers through the blonde strands, gripping tightly in a desperate attempt to have her fuck her faster or suck her clit into her mouth. Hannibelle groaned at how needy Will’s voice was and the sensation of her tugging at her hair as she thrust her cunt towards Hannibelle’s face. Deciding that she needed to see her come and feel her cunt squeeze around her fingers, Hannibelle gave in and sped up her thrusts, hitting her g-spot on every inward drag of her fingers with surgical precision. Her other hand grabbed Will’s ass, squeezing and digging her nails in to encourage her to take what she wanted from. She debated for only half a second whether or not to use her mouth but decided that she would have more opportunities to sit back and take in the view of Will’s orgasm and wrapped her lips around her clit, sucking hard and laving at the bundle of nerves with the tip of her tongue with quick motions. Will’s eyes slid shut and her mouth fell open in a silent scream, her grip in Hannibelle’s hair was tight enough to rip quite a few strands out and her hips were bucking frantically as she met each of her thrusts as best she could. With how sensitive her cunt felt, every touch and caress and swipe of Hannibelle’s tongue felt magnified so when Hannibelle ever so slightly grazed her teeth over her clit, it tipped her over the edge into her climax. A guttural moan and Hannibelle’s name left her lips as she arched her back and tried to pull Hannibelle’s mouth impossibly closer. Her cunt clenched rhythmically around Hannibelle’s fingers and blood mixed with release pulsed from her hole onto the older woman's hand. Distantly, she heard and felt Hannibelle moan against her but she couldn’t focus on anything but the pure bliss of her orgasm.
As her hips stuttered to a stop, she whimpered at the feeling of Hannibelle still laving her clit with her tongue and she weakly pushed at her head, her fingers slipping from Hannibelle’s blonde locks. The older woman pulled her mouth off of her clit and gently pulled her fingers out, sucking them into her mouth and licking them clean. Will’s elbow slipped out from under her and she laid flat on her back, panting and sweaty and exhausted as she tried to come down from the high. She blinked up at the ceiling and clamped her thighs tightly around Hannibelle’s head as she licked at her hole, moaning at the taste of her before forcing Will’s legs open. Will squirmed above her as she got closer to feeling oversensitive, looking down at her psychiatrist and taking in the sight of her as Hannibelle finally pulled her head back. Her hair was disheveled and her eyes were so dark they looked black. There were a few streaks of blood smeared on her cheeks and one on her nose and her mouth was glistening with it and Will reached down and pulled at her arms until Hannibelle crawled up her body and hovered with her face an inch from hers. Will leaned up and licked at her cheeks and chin and around her mouth, cleaning her up as her hands held the sides of her face to keep Hannibelle close. A quiet moan rumbled in her throat and Hannibelle’s hand caressed her lower belly before she tilted her head down and pressed her mouth against Will’s. Will kissed her back lazily and slowly as their tongues met and they broke apart after a moment, their gazes locking.
Will reached up and cupped Hannibelle’s cheek, stroking her thumb over her cheekbone. Part of her swore that she saw love and adoration in her gaze and her chest ached when she thought about seeing that look in her eyes every morning when they woke up and over the table at every meal they shared and in their bed when they made love. A sudden image of them standing in the moonlight with blood on their skin and danger in their eyes and their fingers intertwined flashed in her mind and she swallowed hard. It was difficult not to think of violence and destruction when Hannibelle looked so beautiful with blood on her skin. The color complemented her complexion perfectly. Before she could go further down that particular path in her thoughts, she pulled her focus back to the present. She glanced down between them and saw that Hannibelle still had her lace panties on and she brought a curious hand between their bodies, cupping her cunt and feeling the fabric soaked against her palm. Hannibelle bucked down into her hand and her lids fluttered, she exhaled harshly as if she had been holding her breath.
“Tell me what you want me to do. Wanna make you feel good.” Will spoke softly. She watched as Hannibelle forced her hips to still with great effort, her eyes flitting over Will’s face and body as she considered. Will kept her hand still against her sex and kept stroking her thumb over her cheekbone. Hannibelle grabbed Will’s wrist and pulled her hand away before sitting up and slipping her panties off, tossing them to the floor. She straddled one of Will’s thighs and placed Will’s hand on her hip, silently encouraging her to do as she pleased. Will lifted her leg up a bit to give Hannibelle more friction and held her hips in her hands, her thumbs stroking over the protruding bone as she tried to memorize the beautiful sight of Hannibelle and her naked skin that gleamed with sweat and blood and wetness. Her hands moved to Hannibelle’s ass and she squeezed, gripping tight enough to leave bruises where her fingers dug into her flesh. The feeling made Hannibelle give an experimental twitch of her hips and she groaned at the feeling. Her cunt was soaking wet where it slid against her thigh and Will had a fleeting wish that she was wearing her pants so there would be evidence of her arousal left behind to mark her. The possessive voice in her head said that this was even better, this would mark her skin and leave her scent clinging to her flesh and if she had her pants on she wouldn’t be able to feel her cunt sliding against her thigh.
Will watched Hannibelle’s face closely as she ground against Will’s thigh slowly at first, her brows pinching together and her lids sliding closed. She placed her hands on Will’s hips to steady herself and rocked her own hips in a steadier rhythm, focusing the friction on her clit. Using the grip she had on her, Will pulled her down harder onto her thigh, licking her lips as she watched sweat bead Hannibelle’s temples and her breasts bounce when she put more energy into her thrusts, lewd sounds filling the air around them alongside Hannibelle’s moans from her wet cunt grinding needily against Will’s thigh. Will glanced down at where their bodies met and saw Hannibelle’s wetness dripping down her thigh to the black blanket beneath them. She made a mental note to herself to explore later just how wet Hannibelle gets, images flashing through her mind of Hannibelle spread out before her as she teased her for hours and of Hannibelle sitting on her face and feeling her wetness slide down to her neck and pooling in the hollow of her throat as she made her come on her tongue over and over. At a particularly rough thrust of her hips, Hannibelle let out a high-pitched whine and threw her head back, her nails digging into Will’s skin.
“Look at you. So fuckin’ beautiful. You’re so fucking wet, Hannibelle. ‘S all for me, yeah? Fuck.” the words tumbled from her mouth before she could stop them. But seeing Hannibelle’s reaction, she’s glad she didn’t. She heard Hannibelle’s breath hitch as her hips stuttered and her back arched, nodding her head frantically.
“Yes, yes, I’m so close,” she moaned. Hannibelle forced her eyes open and she stared down at Will with a heavy lidded and hungry gaze. Will brought one hand to Hannibelle’s pubic bone and rubbed her clit with her thumb as best as she could with the awkward angle of her arm, her palm pressed against the neatly trimmed dark blonde hair. Hannibelle cried out and adjusted her hips to grind into Will’s hand, her movements faltering for a moment and her eyes sliding shut once more as she came. She called out Will’s name over and over and squeezed her hips so tightly that there were sure to be bloodied little crescent shaped indents. Will didn’t stop rubbing her clit, adding as much pressure as she could, the hand on Hannibelle’s ass helping her keep her steady pace. Her eyes darted between Hannibelle’s face and her cunt and she let out a low groan at the sight. Hannibelle rode out her orgasm until her hips slowed to a stop, her shoulders relaxing and her grip on Will’s hips loosening. She panted above Will and weakly lifted up onto her knees, her thighs trembling from the effort and her climax. Will brought her thumb to her mouth and licked it clean, a moan reverberating in her chest at the taste of her. She pulled her thumb from her mouth and grabbed Hannibelle’s shoulders, tugging to urge her to lay down with her. Hannibelle’s eyes slowly opened and a satisfied and tired smile spread on her lips as she looked down at Will fondly. She carefully maneuvered them both so they were curled up on their sides facing each other. Her arms wrapped around Will’s shoulders and she pulled her as close as she physically could, pressing her nose to her hair and breathing her in before kissing the top of her head softly with the same familiarity a spouse would have. Will wrapped her arms around Hannibelle’s waist and hugged her tight, nuzzling into her shoulder as she closed her eyes with a yawn. If she ignored reality for just a moment, she could imagine that they were spouses and that they often cuddled up like this and lavished each other with soft kisses and loving words and gentle caresses.
“I feel like at any moment I’m gonna wake up alone in my bed and realize this was a dream.” Will whispered. Her fingers traced random patterns absentmindedly onto Hannibelle’s skin and she placed a barely there kiss to her shoulder. If this truly was a dream, she would cherish it forever and try every single night to have it again. She felt more than heard Hannibelle hum and leaned into her touch when she started combing her fingers carefully through her curls.
“I’m here. I’m real. This was real and it will continue to be real.” she said. Hannibelle spoke softly but her tone was firm, her words forcing the doubts swirling in Will’s mind to disintegrate and quiet down. Hannibelle continued, “I’m quite possessive, darling, I have no intention of ever letting you go.”
In her daydreams, Will often imagined that the best case scenario was a one night stand with Hannibelle and then everything would go back to normal. She would keep secretly pining and she would replay that night over and over again when she couldn’t sleep or she felt lonely or she craved the touch of Hannibelle again. From the first moment that Will had any inkling of desire for her psychiatrist, she never let herself imagine that Hannibelle’s feelings mirrored her own. Now, in the afterglow of their passion, Will’s chest felt tight and warm at the implication of Hannibelle’s words. If she wanted it, this would happen again and again and Will could have Hannibelle all to herself. They could mark each other's skin with bruises and bites and kisses over and over as reminders that they belonged to one another. She could have Hannibelle’s comfort when she was in pain or struggling with the weight of killers pushing past her walls and burrowing into her mind. She could have Hannibelle’s desire and love and adoration and become familiar with how it manifests in her maroon gaze and her touches and her words. Hannibelle tugged once at Will’s hair to get her attention and Will pulled her head back, meeting her eyes. She swallowed hard and her fingers twitched where they gripped the older woman's waist.
“That’s good, then, because I have no intention of leaving.” she spoke confidently. Will closed the distance between them and kissed her, trying to convey the emotions that felt too difficult to speak out loud. Their lips pressed hard against each other and their movements were desperate and loving and rough, teeth clashing and biting and tongues invading and memorizing the feeling of each other. Hannibelle kept a firm hold on Will’s curls and her other hand drifted to Will’s lower back, pushing her impossibly closer as if their bodies could melt together with enough force. Will tightened her hold on Hannibelle’s waist and tangled their legs together, breathing harshly through her nose but unwilling to break away.
But just when she started to feel dizzy from lack of oxygen, Hannibelle forced their mouths apart. They panted into the small space between their bodies and stared into each other's eyes, hunger and want and adoration and love swimming in their irises. Distantly, Will felt the start of another cramp but she couldn’t tear her focus away from Hannibelle. She knew, though, that Hannibelle would be there to soothe her and comfort her and fuck her through it and it would be bearable.
“Is it too late for you to cancel on your patients tomorrow?” she asked. The corner of her mouth pulled up in a smirk and her hips bucked forward, raising an eyebrow at her psychiatrist. Her gaze darted down to her mouth as Hannibelle licked her lower lip and hummed.
“I suppose I could tell them that I have an urgent matter that requires my full attention. I don’t think I would be very useful to them, regardless. My mind would be too occupied with thoughts of you.” she said. Will pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, trailing her lips along her jaw and neck. An image flashed in her mind that made her groan; Hannibelle a sobbing mess underneath her, only able to say ‘please’ and Will’s name. Before she could get swept up in trying to bring her fantasy to life, a cramp squeezed her uterus so hard that she stopped breathing for a moment before letting out a strained whimper. Without needing to ask her, Hannibelle placed her palm flat on Will’s lower belly and applied firm pressure, her other hand tenderly combing through her curls as she whispered soft and sweet reassurances. After a minute or so, the pain subsided and Will’s body sagged against Hannibelle’s and the older woman cradled her jaw, lifting her head so their eyes met.
“How does a hot bath sound, hm? Let’s get dressed and you can spend the night with me, if you wish.” she said. Will nodded tiredly, relaxing in the bath with Hannibelle sounded very good right now. Her dogs had already been fed for the night and they had a doggy door if they needed to go outside so she truly didn’t need to go back home tonight. Hannibelle kissed her forehead and let go of her jaw before helping Will sit up. They sat on the chaise for a moment, their bodies pressed closed together and their gazes locked. Will leaned forward and rested her forehead against Hannibelle’s, closing her eyes. Before they got up and got dressed and climbed into Hannibelle’s car and spent the night together, Will whispered a promise to Hannibelle.
“I have to warn you; if you think you’re possessive, just wait. You’re mine, Hannibelle.” she said. Her voice was low and husky and dangerous and she kissed Hannibelle, a soft peck before she pulled back and reached for her clothes where they lay on the floor. Hannibelle’s eyes had an amused glint in them, her expression delighted and smug as she smiled adoringly at Will. She couldn’t wait to see more of this side of her sweet, darling, vicious Will.