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Hannibal placed two glasses of wine on the coffee table; one glass of red and one of white. She entered the room wearing a short, black, silk robe and took a seat next to him.
“Thank you for serving the wine,” she told him, picking up the glass of white.
“My pleasure,” he smiled, picking up the glass of red.
“Cheers,” they said, clinked glasses, and drank.
He ran his hand along her bare legs. “Are you aware that it’s 30 degrees out tonight? And snowing?”
“Really?” she asked, feigning shock. “I can’t possibly imagine what I could do to keep warm.”
“A predicament indeed,” he taunted with a smirk. He sat back against the couch, sipping the wine.
“Colder than the snow, geez,” she laughed, taking another swig of wine. He chuckled and gave her a kiss, resting a hand on her leg.
“So, theoretically,” he said, swirling the wine around in the glass and watching it, “what if I wanted to open my Christmas present early? Is it against the rules?” He idly stroked her leg with his thumb.
“Yeah, completely against the rules,” she stated, hiding a smile and pulling her robe more tightly closed.
“And which one of us is more likely to become fed up with following the rules because they’re the more impatient one?” he asked, still watching the wine.
“Like, which one of us is better at following rules or actual laws set in place by society?” she quipped.
He held back a laugh and looked at her. “What an insufferable brat you can be, do you know that?” He put his wine glass down on the table.
“I’m just as bad at following rules as you are at following laws,” she told him, putting her wine glass down as well. “But for different reasons. And the more I break the rules and the more of a brat I am, the worse the punishment gets. And you know how addicted I am to the punishment.” She climbed into his lap, straddling him.
“And you certainly deserve it,” he said, moving to untie the sash on her robe. She smiled and kissed him deeply, putting her arms around his neck. He pulled the sash out from the robe and suddenly pulled back.
“Hands out,” he instructed. She looked at him a moment, simultaneously irritated by the interruption and confused. “For being a naughty brat, put your hands out.” She held her hands out to him and he tied her wrists together with the sash from her robe.
He wrapped his arms around and her stood up, taking her with him. He threw her over his shoulder and headed for the bedroom.
“Let’s go open my Christmas present.”