The sun shone through the window, falling into the room and flooding it with its light.
Will Graham slowly opened his eyes, unwilling to leave the warmth and comfort of the bed just yet. He blinked and let out a reluctant sigh as he tried to shove away the warm body that was keeping him pinned to the mattress. His efforts only elicited a growl from the other and led to the arms around Will's upper body tightening their grip.
He sighed again and fell back onto the bed. "Hannibal."
"William", was the response he got before he felt the other man lightly bite into his shoulder to keep him where he was.
Will chuckled at the gesture. It still made him feel strange. He was the only one to ever see Dr Hannibal Lecter like this – like any normal human being on a Monday morning, tired and struggling to make himself get up and start the day.
It made Will feel special.
He looked at the digital alarm clock on his left next to the bed. "It's almost 8 am, you have appointments and I still need to drive my one and a half hours to Quantico."
Hannibal lifted his head, his brown eyes meeting Will's blue ones, and the younger man shivered. Hannibal's lips were curved into an angry frown and his eyes were almost glowing his anger. Will couldn't help but notice the bags under his eyes.
He broke their eye contact and stared up at the ceiling of Hannibal's bedroom. It had been months since they had started... whatever it was they had between them, and weeks since the doctor had shared the last of his dark secrets with him, and Will still had his troubles getting used to all of this, despite the good things that came with Hannibal.
Since they started being more than two friends talking and certainly more than a doctor and his patient, Will's sleep issues had become less and less with every passing day until they had almost fully ceased. Whatever it was that had caused his nightmares, when he found out that Hannibal was behind the crimes committed by the Chesapeake Ripper, it had gone away. If he now dreamed of the black stag, it would come to him and sniff and lick his hand like it was one of his dogs.
He was brought back to reality when he felt Hannibal release his shoulder and stand up from the bed. The older man said something Will couldn't understand, then he put on his blue satin robe and left the bedroom. When he returned, he was fully dressed in a light gray suit, white shirt and blue tie. His hair was perfectly in place and the bags under his eyes had completely disappeared.
"How are you doing this?", Will asked. "Every morning you wake up and look so... normal, and after you disappear to the bathroom for, like, fifteen minutes, you look like..." He stopped, unable to find fitting words to describe Hannibal's attire.
The doctor smiled. "I'm afraid I do not quite grasp what you are trying to imply, my dear William."
Will shook his head. "This is exactly it, you know. It's just so... so you. It's what has been keeping me alive over the last months. Something steady."
Hannibal walked over to the bed leaned down to gently kiss Will's lips.
Will almost lost himself in the touch wanting for it to last forever. He couldn't hold back the frustrated moan that escaped his lips when Hannibal parted.
The doctor chuckled. "I will make breakfast. You better be ready by the time it's done, or you will be late for your lecture." With that, he left the room, and Will was alone again.
He closed his eyes for another moment and inhaled deeply. His lips slowly curved into a smile.
Yes, he thought, if all Monday morning would start like this, he could bear with a little blood and killing and stolen organs in his lunch box when he would drive down all the way to the next crime scene Jack made him look at.