Hannibal Lecter seemed to rarely be home, usually in his office working on paperwork or working with his client, Will Graham. But whenever he was home, he didn't talk much and usually just went to bed...

That was until you finalized your marriage.

He had lately been coming home with gifts, words of affection, or just blabbing on about what happened at work that day. He was busy, but knew that he wanted to tell you everything and anything that was on his mind.

That day Hannibal came home extremely late, crawling into bed beside you after changing out of his suit. He took a few Tylenol before laying down on his back underneath the blanket, he peered at you and whispered, "Love, are you awake?" You had been, just didn't respond.

He wrapped his arms around you slowly and kressed his face into your neck, a soft and exhausted sigh escaping his frame. "Princess/prince, please..." He mumbled as he listened to your heart, he knew you were awake.

He was being needy.