Title: A Lazy Weekend Morning
Author: AnitaB
Author's notes: This is set in the same land as "Some enchanted evening" but is a little more romantic than family. Will really, really hates it when Hannibal leaves him alone in their bed to get cold. In fact, both of our boys are having a little bit of an issue with temperature and self-control. And Abigail… well, Abigail is not about to hang around with the romantic tension climbing that high. But first… bacon. Committed romantic slash smut ahead. I am the queen.
I own nothing from Hannibal. No money was made and no infringement is intended.
A Lazy Weekend Morning
by AnitaB
Chapter one: A warm cuddle
Warmth and a faint tickling along his jaw. The sensations pulled Hannibal just a little closer to full awareness. Before his eyes opened, there was already a little smile curving his lips. /Will,\\
Hannibal tightened his arms around the lean strength of the man held within them. Will was still fast asleep, that strong back tucked tight against his chest. At the movement of his hands over the skin of Will's chest, the sleeping man pressed even closer with a pleased little sound. Now Hannibal's eyes clenched and he buried his face against the curly hair sharing his pillow. Will Graham was sleeping in his arms. Will Graham trusted him enough to sleep peacefully in his arms, trusted him quite literally at his back.
There were days when Hannibal thought he would wake up alone in his old bed at his old house and find out that all this was just a dream. Sometimes he had nightmares about exactly how the incredibly delicate steps down the road to this place could have gone so horribly wrong. Mostly he dreamed of the look he'd always worried that Will would turn on him just before the cuffs and the gun would come out. He dreamed of the moment his world would have been destroyed no matter the outcome.
But the amazing man sleeping in his arms hadn't looked at him like he was a monster. He hadn't forced Hannibal to run from him or kill him. Hannibal finally opened his eyes, brushing a lock of Will's hair back to press a soft kiss to his temple. In his arms, Will automatically cuddled back closer, one hand sliding along his arm to entangle their fingers with a soft squeeze.
Will was here. Will was here in his arms, making the most amazing little noises and trying to bury himself even closer. Hannibal fought to breathe past the lump in his throat and to hold still. Nerves all over his body were arguing to wake Will with a kiss. To roll his amazing man flat on his back over their sheets and drag him into awareness and arousal with the exploration of fingers, mouths and bodies. He wanted to bury Will in pleasure until he got to watch the look on his face as Hannibal slid home inside him. He wanted Will to hold him tight and moan his name, wanted his Will to trust him enough to shatter around him, to be completely helpless in his arms.
Staring down at the peaceful, happy expression on Will's face, Hannibal reeled his hormones back in just a bit. Sleep was still sometimes very hard for Will. Even now, nightmares haunted him on occasion, woke him in the middle of the night. Insomnia still found the man, robbing them both of time just like this, of the soft warmth of a sleepy embrace. Passion could wait a little longer if it meant enjoying the peace of Will all warm and sleepy against his chest. Hannibal curled himself tighter around the man against his heart and settled in to watch Will sleep just a little longer. "I have you, Will. You're safe, right here with me."
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Title: A Lazy Weekend Morning
Author: AnitaB
Author's notes: This is set in the same land as "Some enchanted evening" but is a little more romantic than family. Will really, really hates it when Hannibal leaves him alone in their bed to get cold. In fact, both of our boys are having a little bit of an issue with temperature and self-control. And Abigail… well, Abigail is not about to hang around with the romantic tension climbing that high. But first… bacon. Committed romantic slash smut ahead. I am the queen.
I own nothing from Hannibal. No money was made and no infringement is intended.
A Lazy Weekend Morning
by AnitaB
Chapter one: A warm cuddle
Warmth and a faint tickling along his jaw. The sensations pulled Hannibal just a little closer to full awareness. Before his eyes opened, there was already a little smile curving his lips. /Will,\\
Hannibal tightened his arms around the lean strength of the man held within them. Will was still fast asleep, that strong back tucked tight against his chest. At the movement of his hands over the skin of Will's chest, the sleeping man pressed even closer with a pleased little sound. Now Hannibal's eyes clenched and he buried his face against the curly hair sharing his pillow. Will Graham was sleeping in his arms. Will Graham trusted him enough to sleep peacefully in his arms, trusted him quite literally at his back.
There were days when Hannibal thought he would wake up alone in his old bed at his old house and find out that all this was just a dream. Sometimes he had nightmares about exactly how the incredibly delicate steps down the road to this place could have gone so horribly wrong. Mostly he dreamed of the look he'd always worried that Will would turn on him just before the cuffs and the gun would come out. He dreamed of the moment his world would have been destroyed no matter the outcome.
But the amazing man sleeping in his arms hadn't looked at him like he was a monster. He hadn't forced Hannibal to run from him or kill him. Hannibal finally opened his eyes, brushing a lock of Will's hair back to press a soft kiss to his temple. In his arms, Will automatically cuddled back closer, one hand sliding along his arm to entangle their fingers with a soft squeeze.
Will was here. Will was here in his arms, making the most amazing little noises and trying to bury himself even closer. Hannibal fought to breathe past the lump in his throat and to hold still. Nerves all over his body were arguing to wake Will with a kiss. To roll his amazing man flat on his back over their sheets and drag him into awareness and arousal with the exploration of fingers, mouths and bodies. He wanted to bury Will in pleasure until he got to watch the look on his face as Hannibal slid home inside him. He wanted Will to hold him tight and moan his name, wanted his Will to trust him enough to shatter around him, to be completely helpless in his arms.
Staring down at the peaceful, happy expression on Will's face, Hannibal reeled his hormones back in just a bit. Sleep was still sometimes very hard for Will. Even now, nightmares haunted him on occasion, woke him in the middle of the night. Insomnia still found the man, robbing them both of time just like this, of the soft warmth of a sleepy embrace. Passion could wait a little longer if it meant enjoying the peace of Will all warm and sleepy against his chest. Hannibal curled himself tighter around the man against his heart and settled in to watch Will sleep just a little longer. "I have you, Will. You're safe, right here with me."
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