Ever since she had awoken to find a zombified Hannibal, every night Carolyn had slept in the exact same spot, never moving an inch. Zombie Hannibal had been the perfect husband. He'd been kind, picked up after himself, kissed her cheek and had kept his hands to himself - even in the bed he insisted was his right to sleep in.
In short? He had gotten on her last nerve. NO ONE was that perfect.
She'd even told him not funny jokes, and he had laughed at them like they were the funniest things he'd ever heard. She'd been half tempted to bury him alive in the back yard.
Feeling someone snuggling against her side, her eyes had snapped open and she'd instantly stiffened. Oh god! Zombie!Hannibal was doing something! But then he groaned as his forehead pressed against her shoulder and she let out the breath she'd been holding. Oh he so did not sound like perfect zombie!husband!
Smiling, she turned toward him, propping herself up a little on her elbow. "Is that really you? I mean really you and not creepy perfect you?"
When Carolyn- wait what the hell was Caroyln doing-
Oh.
His brain didn't respond fast enough for him to react as she moved, his face meeting the mattress where her shoulder had been. There was no way in hell he was going to move fast enough to catch himself from suffocating. Maybe. Grunting a little King shifted his head where at least one brown eye was looking pleading up at her. His head hurt like a mother and he didn't even get any out of the drunken feeling! It sucked monkey balls.
"What do you mean really me?" he asked muffled against the sheets before forcing himself to his side instant;y wishing he hadn't. Oh God. His head. "When have you ever known me since we've been here in Hell that I've been perfect? Christ... did I drink the cabinets dry last night or something?"
"Oh thank god!" Carolyn cried, beaming, absolutely beaming at him. She perhaps should have been a little worried about him saying his head was hurting, but! BUT he was no longer zombified, and that was the big event of the day.
"You have no idea how happy I am to see you. You've been a Stepford husband for the past week or so and you have no idea just how good it is to have you back. No, really. I could kiss you," she informed him and then laughing, she did just; she leaned in and pressed her lips against his.
When Carolyn actually kissed him, King didn't know how to respond at first. Was she sure she wasn't the Stepford wife at the moment? I mean... she was kissing him for crying out loud! But surprise gave way to other feelings as he raised a hand to run fingers through her long, dark hair. It was a damn shame, he thought as he returned the kiss, he'd be back on the couch that evening.
Honestly it reminded him of the food fight in the kitchen, the taste of cherries fondly in his mind now which caused him to laugh a little. "Funny," Hannibal chuckled around her lips, "they are sweeter than I thought they'd be. Even without the cherries."
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In short? He had gotten on her last nerve. NO ONE was that perfect.
She'd even told him not funny jokes, and he had laughed at them like they were the funniest things he'd ever heard. She'd been half tempted to bury him alive in the back yard.
Feeling someone snuggling against her side, her eyes had snapped open and she'd instantly stiffened. Oh god! Zombie!Hannibal was doing something! But then he groaned as his forehead pressed against her shoulder and she let out the breath she'd been holding. Oh he so did not sound like perfect zombie!husband!
Smiling, she turned toward him, propping herself up a little on her elbow. "Is that really you? I mean really you and not creepy perfect you?"
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Oh.
His brain didn't respond fast enough for him to react as she moved, his face meeting the mattress where her shoulder had been. There was no way in hell he was going to move fast enough to catch himself from suffocating. Maybe. Grunting a little King shifted his head where at least one brown eye was looking pleading up at her. His head hurt like a mother and he didn't even get any out of the drunken feeling! It sucked monkey balls.
"What do you mean really me?" he asked muffled against the sheets before forcing himself to his side instant;y wishing he hadn't. Oh God. His head. "When have you ever known me since we've been here in Hell that I've been perfect? Christ... did I drink the cabinets dry last night or something?"
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"You have no idea how happy I am to see you. You've been a Stepford husband for the past week or so and you have no idea just how good it is to have you back. No, really. I could kiss you," she informed him and then laughing, she did just; she leaned in and pressed her lips against his.
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When Carolyn actually kissed him, King didn't know how to respond at first. Was she sure she wasn't the Stepford wife at the moment? I mean... she was kissing him for crying out loud! But surprise gave way to other feelings as he raised a hand to run fingers through her long, dark hair. It was a damn shame, he thought as he returned the kiss, he'd be back on the couch that evening.
Honestly it reminded him of the food fight in the kitchen, the taste of cherries fondly in his mind now which caused him to laugh a little. "Funny," Hannibal chuckled around her lips, "they are sweeter than I thought they'd be. Even without the cherries."
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