a kinky prompt for you: bedelia x hannibal, public sex
Probably different than what you had in mind, but I had fun with this!
The speaker is atrocious.
Her Italian isn’t as good as her French, but even so, Bedelia can tell how often he’s wrong. The incredulous looks on the faces around her are a clue, as is the quiet ripple of laughter that whispers through the back rows. Hannibal wears his usual mask of indifference, only the restless tapping of his fingers on her upper arm giving away his irritation with the subpar speaker.
Fortunately, there’s a way to assuage their boredom.
Bedelia sits up straighter, leaning into the embrace of his arm on her shoulders. She looks at Hannibal, and is pleased when he smirks back at her. “Shall we?” he asks, and of course she nods, because Bedelia enjoys a challenge.
Hannibal’s thumb caresses the side of her neck, light yet firm enough to not tickle. If they were in their flat, his mouth would be on her ear, teeth tugging her earring, tongue limning her earlobe. But they’re in public, and so his thumb is enough to send the remembered tingle of less controlled times through her.