Hannibal's house, Saturday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal woke and stretched, rolled over, and...oh. It was one of those weekends, was it? He glanced at Jono, amused to see that it appeared to have hit him as well this time - the face above his bandages was decidedly female.

Well, this could be interesting. But first, there were other priorities. He slipped out of bed, cinched his pajamas tighter over his slimmer waist, took a moment to find a properly sized blouse, and headed downstairs to make coffee and breakfast.

Definitely in that order.


[OOC: For the suddenly-not-a-guy!]

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[furnaceface]

Oh, Hannibal. That was sneaky.

"Strawberries...?"

You should have at least waited until Jonothon was finished eating breakfast before grabbing his attention like that.

"I... I can't just live on those all weekend, can I? I'd regret limiting myself that way later, I know it."

But... strawberries.

[sharp_as_knives]

"You would. Still, a snack or two...they're quite good dipped in a quality chocolate."

Hannibal was almost done with his food. Seduction came next, didn't it?

[furnaceface]

Jono looked somewhat breathless as he contemplated both the prospect of dessert and the activities that went notably well with that particular sort of dessert. And if he took a moment to sort of put extra care into licking his fork clean...

... Well, there were probably more suitable dishes for trying to look sexy while eating than a fry-up, but it was the thought that counted, here.

"So I've heard..."

[sharp_as_knives]

It was definitely the thought that counted. Hannibal finished his breakfast, smirked, and stood. He leaned over Jono to murmur in his ear. "I'll get the fruit and prepare the chocolate if you get the bed ready."

[furnaceface]

The way Jono's breath caught at that was practically audible, and he needed to take a moment to get his bearings after a little shiver crept along his spine. Ah. Yes. Of course. Good. He'd just...

"Deal," he managed, slipping out of his seat a moment later. "And don't keep me waiting too long, hmm?"

It was possible he was already pondering what the hell he was meant to be wearing to greet Hannibal with when he came into the room. It wasn't exactly as though he had a wealth of lingerie waiting around for just such an occasion, after all.

[sharp_as_knives]

That was because Jono was woefully underprepared. Although he could opt to wear nothing; Hannibal wouldn't object.

"I'll have to set the dishes to soak and feed the cats," he said, "but I'll make it quick."

It might be a slight mood-breaker, but it would be more of one if they were interrupted in the middle by demanding felines.

[furnaceface]

Jono... could appreciate that. He even gave a little grin before leaning in to steal another kiss. Kissing would never get old, really.

"Works for me, then," he decided, winking and then making his way out of the dining room. "Gives me time to prepare."

To make the bed and figure out what the hell to put on and to make certain all of the usual accessories were easy to get to. Everything from candles to a first-aid kit, yes. Didn't hurt to be thorough.

[sharp_as_knives]

Thorough was definitely good.

Hannibal trimmed the strawberries and washed some raspberries, blackberries, cherries, and blueberries, too. He grated the chocolate and let it melt carefully as he cleaned up and fed the cats. Hopefully enough to keep them occupied for a while.

[furnaceface]

Jono would be pleased to see the assortment of berries, absolutely. He knew he loved strawberries, but he hadn't really taken the time to sample many of the other ones even while he still had a mouth, the last time around. He hadn't figured at the time that it was going to be a temporary arrangement all over again.

He wasn't going to make that mistake again if he could help it.

He took a few minutes to tidy and to make certain anything they might need was within reach, and then decided to spend the rest of his time trying to figure out exactly what he wanted Hannibal to see once he entered the room. Stay wrapped up like a present? Leave nothing up to guesswork and just lounge on the bed in the nude? Hell, even he wasn't completely certain what was under those wrappings. He'd gotten as far as 'breasts and lungs, apparently,' and then sort of gave up thinking about if there was still fire in there besides.

He chewed at his lip for a few moments, and then decided to stay wrapped, but not as thoroughly. If there was already a half-wound ball of leather by the time Hannibal was finished in the kitchen, it was sort of like splitting the difference. And, hell, he'd even put on his nicest boxer shorts. Because... shut up. They were what he had to work with, here.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal appreciated the effort. When he finally came up to the bedroom carrying a (beautifully arranged) plate of fruit and a small pot of chocolate over a flame, he paused in the doorway to look. He smiled at Jono, set the tray on the end table, and leaned in for a kiss. When it was done, he shook his head, laughing. "We really must get you better underwear."

[furnaceface]

Jono couldn't help but duck his head a little at that and, so help him, blush while he laughed.

"That your way of telling me I should've gone naked after all?"

He knew it.

[sharp_as_knives]

"It's my way of telling you we apparently have more shopping in our near future," Hannibal answered with a smirk. He slid into bed and up against Jono. "Although not too near."

He reached for a strawberry and twirled it through the chocolate.

[furnaceface]

Jono licked his lips as he watched the berry and the chocolate and, perhaps most importantly, Hannibal's fingers. God, those hands...

"Definitely not too near," he agreed, leaning against him. "I'm not in any particular hurry to move from this spot, really."

[sharp_as_knives]

"I'm quite content myself." Smiling, Hannibal brought the berry up to Jono's lips.

[furnaceface]

"Well, good..." Jono kissed Hannibal's fingertips before parting his lips to accept the berry. His eyes were closed and he was humming his approval as soon as he could taste the chocolate.

Oh...

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal drank in the sight of him as well as the sounds he was making, and leaned forward to kiss his neck, giving it much the same attention as Jono was giving the strawberry. "Good?"

[furnaceface]

"Hnn..." Jono swallowed, and gasped, leaning his head back enough to expose a little more throat as Hannibal put his attention there. One of his hands was snaking up Hannibal's back, so that he could knot fingers in his hair. Yes, more of that, please. "Perfect. It's perfect."

Best strawberry he'd had in a long, long while. Funny, that.