Worse Things by Deoceres (Becky) Rating: PG-13 Story: There are worse things than screaming lambs...Set during SOTL, can apply to either canon. "Yes...ohh..." Starling moaned softly as his lips descended onto her, as did his body. Everywhere he touched her felt like it was on fire. She couldn't get enough of him, holding him tightly and screaming his name. "Ohh... ...yes... ...oh, Jack...." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Starling's eyes flew open, and she was instantly sitting upright in bed, her nightshirt drenched in sweat and her hair matted to her head. A montage of images from the dream surged through her mind, and she found herself repressing the sudden urge to throw up. Dr. Lecter's rich voice once again filled her head, uttering the god-forsaken phrase over and over again, like some form of perverse mantra. "Do you think Jack Crawford wants you...sexually?" (No...) "...scenarios...exchanges..." (Argh! shutupshutupshutupshutup...) "...fucking you?" (No!) She shuddered, pulling the covers tighter around herself. (Well doctor, the fava beans thing didn't seem to frighten me, so you just had to surpass yourself, didn't you?) She turned over in bed, snuggling down against the pillow, and trying desperately not to think about...it. Her eyes closed as sleep once again overtook her, and she found herself praying it would be the lambs that haunted her. Fin