Hey guys! Welcome to the tenth installment of my 'Under the Mistletoe Series Part Two'

What is this series? Well, around this time six years I got the song 'Holly Jolly Christmas' stuck in my head and wrote eleven drabbles based on kissing underneath mistletoe, and each one was for a different ship. This year I decided to do a Part Two and really challenge myself by writing something for each day from 1st-25th December. So twenty five ships, all kissing under mistletoe, like my own personal advent calendar as it were. Each one can be read alone. I know that not everyone is going to want to read every fic in the series, but I hope that you find them all enjoyable regardless, I know I certainly had fun writing them.

I didn't think that I would ever write a Hannibal fic, yet here I am at my second one...I've learnt to never say never from this haha. I hope you like it ^_^

Enjoy, much love xox

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Will licked the last smear of jus off of his fork and put the cutlery down on the empty plate in front of him, "Mmm, that was as delicious as ever."

"I'm glad you thought so love," Hannibal replied watching him with dark eyes.

Will leaned back in his chair as Hannibal stood and cleared away their plates, but instead of coming back to the table, Hannibal veered off to the living room. After a few moments Will heard music begin to play and he knew that Hannibal intended him to follow.

Stretching, Will walked into the living room to find Hannibal in the middle of the room with his dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbow and expectantly waiting for Will to join him.

"You know I can't dance Hannibal," Will warned, but stepped closer regardless.

Hannibal smirked, "I do, which is why I am going to teach you. It will help settle our dinner for dessert. Now come here and put your hands…here…and here," he instructed, physically moving Will's hands to rest on the correct parts of his body.

"Oh? And what's for dessert tonight?" Will inquired; more interested in whatever spectacular sweet dish his partner had created for that evening.

"Would it be too presumptuous of me to say 'you'? Perhaps garnished with chocolate sauce and whipped cream? I admit, it's not my most creative dish, but I anticipate it to be delicious none the less," Hannibal suggested casually, as if he weren't proposing covering Will in food and licking every inch of his body.

Will's breath hitched, "What are you waiting for then?"

"I do not wish to ruin our meal, so…back to dancing."

Will stared at Hannibal like he'd grown a second head, "How do you expect me to concentrate when you just told me what's in store for dessert?"

"I can take dessert off the table if it will help…" Hannibal offered, but it was more of a threat.

"So…dancing…" Will surrendered.

"Good. Now keep your hands there, and then follow my lead and move your foot back, and then forward, and back, side step."

Hannibal was a good teacher, and soon Will had gotten the hang of it enough that Hannibal didn't have to tell him which step was next. That was until… "Are you ready to try a spin and dip?"

"I suppose I'm the one being dipped?"

"Correct."

"Go on then…" Will grinned, damn Hannibal; he was actually enjoying this.

Hannibal started them at the beginning, but once it came time to repeat the steps, he spun Will out and back, and then dipped him in one fluid motion.

Will caught a glimpse of the ceiling while Hannibal held him in the dip, and noticed something that wasn't there before, "I thought you didn't do Christmas decorations."

Hannibal stood him back up, "I don't."

"Then why is there mistletoe hanging above us?" Will taunted, drawing in closer to give Hannibal a peck on the lips.

"I don't classify it as a Christmas decoration, and…it has it's uses."

"Like what?" Will asked feigning naivety, knowing what the answer would be.

"This…" Hannibal cupped Will's cheek in his hand and leant in. Their lips met in a dance of their own. Hannibal's tongue licked at the seam of Will's lips and he opened willingly; deepening the kiss.

Many moments passed as they kissed, their hands beginning to roam and grope. Eventually they had to come up for air, Will's lips were red and wet, yet somehow Hannibal managed to still look pristine.

Hannibal stared at Will and licked his lips, there was a heat, a hunger, in his eyes, "I believe it is time for dessert."