Hannibal watched as Will scanned over the pages in front of him, desperately searching for the connection. He could smell the shampoo Will had used, though the scent itself wasn't very pleasing the association to Will made it far more appealing.
"What do you see, Will?" He asked as Will took a step back, pushing both his hands through his hair. Exasperated at the lack of progress he was making. Will dragged his hands back from his hair and down his face, resting his chin on his palms with fingers still tugging lightly against his pose drew attention to his eyes. Bloodshot from lack of sleep. Likely his dreams were not so pleasant of late. He always got quite worked up when a case began to wrack up a high victim count.
"I see the work of a someone with a lot of passion. These people weren't just murdered. They were humiliated. Death was not punishment enough for these people. They wronged our killer, humiliated them. Something happened. A scandal or perhaps they were made to take the fall for some companies embarrassment." Will stammered as his eyes moved from page to page. He leant forward onto the table. Arms strong and shoulders square as he poured over the graphic details of each murder.
Hannibal stood, never taking his eyes off Will, he moved so that he was standing to the side of and slightly behind Will. Able to peer over his shoulder easily. Placing a hand on Will's shoulder's he felt the muscles beneath the skin tense for a moment before easing up. Will turned to look at him, his bloodshot eyes pleading for information but Hannibal had no interest in the case. Not right at that moment anyway. Hannibal smiled softly as he tightened his grip and quickly pushed Will's shoulder to the side, grabbing his left shoulder then forcing him back onto the desk. It took a smattering of seconds, Will didn't have time to react, Hannibal's smile grew.
"Well perhaps to understand an act of deep passion you should commit a few of your own." Hannibal's voice remained calm with just a hint of amusement. Will tried to push Hannibal aside but he kept a firm pressure on Will. A look of annoyance flitted across Will's face before his features softened and he fell into a tired laugh.
"Perhaps." he laughed, letting his body relax under Hannibal's weight. "A night of passion," he pondered, eyes searching Hannibal's, "Certainly sounds far more pleasant than being chased by the ghosts of my dreams." Hannibal lifted one hand to stroke Will's face as he spoke. As his sentence ended Hannibal's hand drew to rest against his throat.
"Are you sure it's the ghosts of your dreams that you should be worried about?" Hannibal asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling as he began to slowly press down on Will's throat. Will grabbed Hannibal's arm, gently at first whilst the pressure was light and there was still a smile on his lips. But as his breath became shallower the grip on Hannibal's arm tightened and Will's smile faded to a grimace. Their eyes remained locked. Each strained breath stoked a fire within Hannibal. He felt a tremendous energy building. His senses fizzled with anticipation. Hannibal brought his face to Will's smiling as he pressed his lips against Will's. The struggling melted away and Hannibal finally released his grip of Will's throat. Causing him to gasp between kisses. Starving for air but unable to push away from their kiss.
After a few moments when he'd managed to catch his breath Will pushed back against Hannibal so that they were both standing face to face. "That was surprisingly…"he licked his lips wrapping his arms around Hannibal's waist and pulling him sharply against himself,"Passionate." he grinned diving back into kissing.
