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A Lazy Weekend Morning

by AnitaB

Chapter Two: Bacon and Blankets

It had been so warm. Will had spent so much of his life cold that he always appreciated and clung a little too tight to any warmth he found. And recently, he'd had a lot more warmth to cling to. But now he was starting to get just a little chilled.

The scent coming up the stairs to waft in the open door told him why he was getting cold. Hannibal was in the kitchen cooking breakfast instead of still in the bed keeping him warm. Will cracked one eye just enough to glare at the alarm clock to find it was later than he'd thought. Hannibal as personal heater had again done wonders for his insomnia. And then he climbed out of their bed and left Will alone to lose the shared heat. Hannibal had tucked the blankets up tight around him, but that was no decent replacement for strong arms, a firm chest, and a heart beating against his back. Blankets had nothing on warm skin and soft hair wrapped around him. All the blankets in the world couldn't rival the heat Hannibal could drive through his every nerve with the simplest stroke of those hands over his skin.

And his Hannibal hadn't even woken him for a quick kiss. That's what lazy weekend mornings were for. Will threw back the blankets and didn't bother with either the robe so kindly draped over the foot of the bed or the t-shirt he'd peeled off the night before. No one who'd be in their kitchen would be at all surprised at the sight of him shirtless.

The stairs passed quickly. So did the hallway. The sound of giggling stopped him for a moment in the door to the kitchen. Sadly Hannibal had put on both a t-shirt and a robe over his flannel sleep pants and was now covered from collarbone to heel where he stood at the stove. Abigail, oppositely, wasn't even in pajamas still. She was dressed for the day already, with her hair done and her makeup on.

Suddenly Will had an extra stop to make on his way to a good morning kiss in front of the stove. He wanted another giggle and just maybe one of those smiles. Crossing the room to stand behind their daughter, Will nonchalantly buried five fingers into her carefully smoothed hair while pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Morning, Abigail."

"Will!" Her hands batted at him weakly, trying to smooth out the damage even as the scolding turned into a smile. "How many times do I have tell you?" He loved that smile, loved even more that she automatically pecked him on the cheek before shoving him back. "And you haven't even shaved yet, have you? Still all prickly."

"Before I've had coffee? Never."

Abigail rolled her eyes and shook her head at him. "Caffeine addicts, the both of you."

Speaking of the both of them... Will turned to look at Hannibal. "Good morning, Hannibal."

"Good morning, Will." Hannibal wiped both hands off on a towel before setting a cup of coffee in front of Will's chair. "I hope you slept well."

Those eyes were giving him back some of the heat he'd been missing, tracing down his chest and back up to his lips. And Will thought Hannibal knew exactly how much he'd been enjoying sleeping in late this morning. "I slept very well, until I got cold." Will watched Hannibal as he approached him step by step. He watched those hands clench and deliberately relax. He watched those fingers ever so carefully fold up the towel and set it aside. Then he was too close to see the hands, but he still knew exactly where they were.

Hannibal met him halfway for the kiss, warm hands finally heating his skin in a long, slow stroke up his sides. One palm rested over his heart as the other climbed to his jaw to deepen the angle of their lips. Now he was warm enough even if the only skin his hands could reach was the back of Hannibal's neck to hold him closer.

Now Abigail's giggles weren't nearly as distracting as before, at least until the words sank in. "Hannibal, Will's about to make you burn the tempeh bacon." The word 'again' was there in the amused and distracted tone of her voice.

"Hmm, Will," Hannibal somehow managed to defy Will's grip on him, just a little. "Hold that thought for just a moment." It wasn't easy to let those lips move away from his own, but bacon might be worth a delay, a little one. And cooking bacon shirtless was never a good idea, so he might just forgive him for the robe after he got him back out of it.

"Okay, but plan to get back to this topic." Will forced his hands to let go of their family chef, but only after one more quick kiss and still trailed his fingers down those strong arms as he pulled back. "Soon."

That was the smile Will wouldn't go a day without. That heat on Hannibal's face was worth any wait time. "Always, Will."

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