Chapters might be posted a little later now, because of my wifi/internet connection. Yes, it's being a face. But, please enjoy this chapter!

Will sat quietly in his seat. He heard a faint ringing in his ears. The room began to close in on him. His palms became sweaty. His throat became dry. He tried to speak, but no words would come. His heart beat faster in his chest; Hannibal began to worry, but was rather interested in how Will was reacting. Will looked up at his professor's eyes. He admired that colour tone in his teacher's eyes. It was so different from before. This was a sweet tone. A caring shade.

"I-I would like that…" Will said. He blushed and cowered a bit at Hannibal's expression of surprise. Hannibal smiled and eyed Will for a minute. There was this glow about him now. This aura that looked beautiful along Will's outline.

"I'm glad." Hannibal said, "We can go after classes this week… or we can go during the weekend."

"Whenever you would like to." Will answered, starting to feel a bit woozy. He could not believe that his professor was interested in Will.

"If it's no trouble, I would like to have it tomorrow." Hannibal stated, "You have your last exam tomorrow, so think of it as an end of the quarter dinner. I can drop you off your home, if you would like to get changed and come back to pick you up at 8:30."

"Y-you don't have to take me home, I can-!"

"You may be late." Hannibal teased. Will chuckled and agreed with his professor.

"Alright." Will smiled, "Thank you for the tea… I'll see you tomorrow."

Will packed up his tea and left from Hannibal's office. Hannibal chuckled and leaned back into his chair. He never thought he would act upon his feelings. Or if he did, it would have taken a lot longer time than he anticipated. Will asked the question, which resulted in Hannibal's hypothesis to be incorrect. Hannibal began making plans for their date.

Will looked throughout his house for something adequate to wear. Hannibal had said he was taking them somewhere elegant. He never said Will had to dress that way, but Will did not want to embarrass his… date. It had taken Will all night to accept that word. Date. It was a date. Will was so nervous; he made sure he had his medicine with him and took some before Hannibal would come. He did not want to have an episode before, during, or after the date. He wanted to feel fine and not regret the decision on going on the date. Finally, Will settled for the best looking jeans he had and a red plaid shirt with a grey vest over it. He looked at himself in the mirror. He had no idea his vanity was getting the best of him.

He glanced at the watch and noticed he had enough time to brush his teeth and do some grooming. He had not shaven in a couple of weeks and he figured he did not have enough time to shave his face to perfection. He brushed his hair with his fingers. He finished brushing his teeth and put his glasses on. Will checked the time, grabbed his jacket, and proceeded to wait outside. He sighed in relief, since he was glad his dogs did not attack him before he left. He knew he had a bit of dog hair on him, but at least it was not too much. Hannibal pulled up in Will's driveway with the same Bentley like before. Will's heart began to race once more and his cheeks became hot. Hannibal stepped out of the car, his hair perfectly slicked back, and his body perfectly sculpted by the grey suit he was wearing.

"Good evening, Will." Hannibal smiled, snapping Will out of his daydream. Will realized it was the same suit Hannibal wore in his dream.

"Good evening, Dr. Lecter." Will greeted.

"We're on a date, Will." Hannibal said, "Call me by my first name."

"Hannibal." Will made sure he was correct. Hannibal smiled and led Will to the vehicle with a smile.

They drove off to the restaurant Hannibal had reservations for. Will was stiffer than the first time he got into Hannibal's car. Hannibal was awkward about the situation as well. It had been a while since the professor went out. The last date he had was in college. He just didn't have a romantic interest with the people in his life. They arrived to the restaurant, which was located in the town's most elegant plaza. The valet took Hannibal's car and Will gawked at where he was. He had never gone to such a luxury before. He rarely ate out and when he did it was usually fast food.

"I hope you enjoy the food here. I picked a restaurant with variety." Hannibal smiled as he placed a hand on Will's back so he could walk.

"You said that you don't usually eat out, so if you like this restaurant it must be good." Will smiled, trying to hide his shade of red. Hannibal opened the door for Will, who walked in and then the hostess went to greet Hannibal.

"Dr. Lecter, a pleasure to have you tonight." She smiled, shaking his hand. Her vision turned to Will, "And this is…?"

"Will Graham." Will answered shaking her hand.

"Well, Will Graham, my name is Nina and I will be your server tonight." She smiled once more, "Would you like me to take your coats for you?" Hannibal helped Will out of his green jacket and took his off. Nina placed them on the coat rack, before showing them where they would be seated.

Will glanced at the people sitting around the restaurant. They were all better dressed than he was. At that moment Will wished he had picked something a bit better than what he had on. Yet, they did not care much for Will's presence. They were all too wrapped up in their own greedy conversations to care. Will and Hannibal came to a small booth in which Nina had placed the menus. Hannibal pulled the chair out for Will before he took his own seat. Once Will and Hannibal were seated, Nina handed them the Wine Menu and began to pour water in their glasses.

"Do you need a second to choose, or should I bring your favorite, Dr. Lecter?" Nina offered.

"We'll take the second." Hannibal smiled. Nina nodded and left them to choose which wine was appropriate for the night. Hannibal had skill when it came to food, so Will felt pressured on trying to choose which wine. He knew that there were certain wines that went with the time of day or the type of food they were having, but Will could barley differentiate wine by taste, "Will, I could pick for you."

"I-…"

"Or if you want to spend all night trying to pick." Hannibal teased.

"Fine." Will gave him a small glare. Hannibal lifted his hand and Nina walked over to the table.

"That was quick." She scoffed, "But I shouldn't expect less from you, Dr. Lecter." She took out her small notepad.

"The best bottle you have for tonight." Hannibal smiled.

"Certainly." Nina smiled, "Would you like to order any hors d'oeuvre to go with it?"

"That'll be all, Nina." Hannibal smiled. She dismissed herself to get the bottle of wine for them.

"Well, I could have said that." Will said, feeling a bit lousy with himself for over thinking the situation.

"You thought too much." Hannibal teased, "Besides, Nina already knows what wines I prefer. I took it to your home as well, and you did not seem to dislike it."

"It went well with the food we ate." Will said, "You said you didn't eat out often, but you seem close to that waitress… as if you come here daily?" Hannibal chuckled and took a sip from the water in front of him.

"Nina was a patient of mine when I was a psychiatrist; she suffered autophobia." Hannibal explained.

"Fear of being alone."

"Yes; I helped her get this job, while I treated her." Hannibal said, "Soon she got over her fear since she was always surrounded by people here."

"What about when she went home? People who suffer autophobia never want to be left alone." Will inquired.

"She got a cat." Hannibal smiled. Nina soon brought the bottle of wine; she opened the wine bottle and handed the cork to Hannibal. She took two wine glasses on the cart and poured some wine into both.

"I hope it is to your liking." Nina smiled as Hannibal handed the cork back to her. Will tasted it and found nothing wrong with it. It had a sweet zest to it.

"Do you like it Will?" Hannibal asked.

"Uh, yes." Will said, "It's fine."

"I'm glad it's to your liking. I will leave the bottle then." She put the bottle in the middle of the table, "I will return shortly for your orders." Hannibal thanked her and she left. Hannibal poured some more wine for Will and himself.

"Next time you can ask for the wine." Hannibal smiled.

"That was a cheap shot." Will rolled his eyes.

Will glanced at Hannibal. He blended so well in this atmosphere. He was completely at ease, it made Will jealous. He couldn't be like that. He could never fit into an environment like the one he was sitting in. However, in Hannibal's eyes he did. Will was like an uncut diamond. He could be beautiful, the best diamond in the glass case; with the proper equipment Will could turn into that. Hannibal knew that he had the tools to shape Will.

"You said you did not have any plans for your vacation, am I right Will?" Hannibal asked.

"No, I don't have any plans. I usually stay home with my dogs and on Thanksgiving Day, I usually go out and eat at the Diner." Will said, "What do you usually do?"

"I read the essays, I give as a midterm." Hannibal took a sip from his wine, "I don't do anything on Thanksgiving Day, since I don't care much for the holiday."

"I could help you with the midterm papers." Will offered, "If it's not too much trouble."

"No trouble at all Will." Hannibal responded, "I would appreciate it."

"Sorry for the interruption." Nina said before coming over, "Would you like a few more minutes?"

"You can order." Will said to Hannibal.

"We'll both have the Poulet a la Moutard et au Miel." Hannibal rolled his tongue swiftly, sure to catch Will's attention with his French. Nina wrote it down carefully in her small notepad.

"Certainly, and the miel, would you like it on the side?" Nina asked.

"Please."

"And the side dish?"

"Légumes à la vapeur." Hannibal responded, handing her the menu. She took both menus before asking if they would like any other drinks.

"This will suffice, thank you, Nina." Nina left once more. Hannibal turned his attention to Will, "We're having chicken breast with a mild honey mustard."

"Thank you for ordering." Will said taking a sip from his wine, "You speak French?"

"I am acquainted with the language." Hannibal flaunted, "I speak German and Lithuanian as well."

"You traveled?"

"I was born in Lithuania." Hannibal explained, "German is one of the second most abundant languages in my country, so I learned it."

"Wow…" Will was more than impressed, but he could not exactly make that kind of move in a restaurant, "Do you have any family in Lithuania?"

"No… not anymore." Hannibal took a sip from her wine, "And what about you Will? Your family?"

"I never met my mother and I never approached the subject with my father. My father and I were never close… he didn't know I was attending a University out of state until I came back for Christmas my first year…"

"I'm glad you took the initiative." Hannibal smiled.

"Well, if it wasn't for my sponsor, I wouldn't be here." Will said. They turned to the waiters that brought their food. For some reason, Will did not find the grace in the dish like in Hannibal's cooking. Hannibal thanked the waiters, but Nina soon stepped over ask for any other things they may need.

"I hope the dish is to your taste." Nina smiled, "If you need anything else, please feel free to press this button anytime."

They were left alone now. Without any interruptions. The aroma of the chicken hit Will and made his stomach respond to it. He tasted it and thought the taste to be adequate, not as well as that delicious dinner Hannibal had made. Hannibal added a bit more salt onto the chicken and placed a tiny amount of honey mustard on the chicken.

"They must have changed chefs." Hannibal said, "I'm sorry, Will."

"You don't have to apologize." Will said, then thought of something, "But, next time, I would like to taste some of your dishes if that's alright."

Hannibal beamed at Will's request. Will had already acquired a taste to his dishes and it would not take long for him to get accustom to the idea of eating them all the time. Hannibal loved cooking and his ingredients were the best (better than any food at a restaurant). Hannibal admired Will under the warm light. He noticed as they walked in that many people glanced back at them and grimaced at Will for his attire, but Hannibal loved it. The raggedy look fit Will because much like Will his clothes had a certain simplicity.

"What did you think of the essay question?" Hannibal asked.

"That would spoil the surprise of my essay, wouldn't it?" Hannibal scoffed and nodded. Will was starting to get comfortable with the professor and Hannibal was beginning to feel satisfied over it.

"Very true." Hannibal said, "What would you like to talk about then?" Hannibal tested Will; maybe he could begin the conversation.

"I don't know… I don't want to speak of only myself." Will said.

"But I want to listen." Hannibal said, "When was the last time you were on a date, Will?"

"Last year." Will muttered, "Beverly Katz asked me out on the date because they dared her."

"I had Beverly in my class." Hannibal said, "She was the only one who passed it in one try that year."

"What!? How?!"

"She turned in all her assignments and got at least a seventy percent on all exams." Hannibal said. Will missed a few his first year because he missed class and he failed a couple of exams.

"Well, that's not that impressive." Will shrugged.

"No, it wasn't." Hannibal chuckled. Will noticed the time and tried to take his pills without Hannibal noticing, however Will was a lot more slow than he expected, "You take medication for…?"

"Oh…" Will blushed a bit. He was embarrassed that Hannibal had seen him, "Anxiety, depression, and inflammation."

"Inflammation?"

"I have encephalitis." Will explained, "It's being controlled."

"I hope it is." Hannibal responded, "You take those quiet often, I presume."

"Every eight hours." Will said, taking a huge drink of water. Hannibal noticed that Will was not enjoying the topic of conversation so he decided to change it.

"How did you come about adopting your dogs?" Hannibal asked. Will chuckled before swallowing the water in his mouth with his medication.

"They're strays." Will smiled. Hannibal couldn't help, but stare at the genuine smile Will was giving. It was like a small glimpse into Will's heart.

"All of them?"

"Yeah, Winston is the most recent addition to my family." Will said. Hannibal scoffed at Will's definition of his family, "You don't look like the pet type, but would you ever consider it?" Hannibal was not the pet type. He liked an organization to be in his house and cleanliness.

"I haven't." Hannibal said, "However, I would make a special exception."

Will bit his tongue accidently and covered his mouth. Hannibal did not want to laugh, but it was rather entertaining to watch Will react that way to affection. He looked at Hannibal with an embarrassed look in his eyes. That look only provoked his desire flare even more. He wanted to see that look on Will's face a lot more.

"I'm sorry." Hannibal apologized, "Your look was just amusing."

"I just didn't expect that answer." Will said, moving his hand away to continue eating.

The two spoke about a few things afterwards. They talked about certain people at the university and Hannibal spoke about his past favorite student. However, he would let Will speak most of the time. Will began to get comfortable with his professor. He slowly began to open up to him a lot more than he did with Professor Crawford or Abigail. When they finished their dinner, Nina came to pick their plate and asked if they would like any dessert. Both denied the offer and Hannibal proceeded to pay for the dinner.

"I could have-!"

"Nonsense. I invited you to dinner." Hannibal said, "Whoever asks is the one that pays."

Will felt a bit uncomfortable, not to mention he felt a bit like a freeloader. However, he doubted that a college student's budget would allow him to pay even half of what the tab was. After Hannibal paid, they both took their coats, which Hannibal helped Will into and walked outside. Hannibal asked for his car and they drove away from the plaza.

"Where are we going to now?" Will glanced at Hannibal.

"The town is having a fair right now." Hannibal explained, "I hope you don't find it cliché."

"I don't really mind." Will said, "But, do you really like fairs?"

"Not really." Hannibal said, "But they have this cornfield maze. It'll give us time to be alone and talk."

Will felt a heat pool at the bottom of his stomach. His dream was beginning to look more like a reality. However, he did not want to make the impression that Will was easy to take to bed. Hannibal was a respected professor and Will did not want to ruin his reputation. Fortunately, the cornfield maze was away from the fair itself. Many couples were already inside and many were going in. The cornfield was used as a couple spot. Will would hear Abigail talk about her friends going to the cornfield to have quickies or do drugs back in high school. It was quite a spot.

Both Will and Hannibal were silent. They awkwardly walked alongside each other, until Hannibal reached for Will's hand. Will almost jumped when he felt Hannibal's hand. He had also heard that the maze could have jerks scaring others, so he was a bit jumpy. Will smiled and held Hannibal's hand as well. They stopped at a rest stop in the maze and sat down on a bench. Will looked up at the sky as Hannibal admired the glow the moon had on Will.

"You're always starring… what do you see in me?" Will asked.

"I see a diamond." Hannibal admitted effortlessly, "A diamond, that has not been well kept and needs polishing." Will scoffed and looked away from Hannibal. He knew it was too dark to see Will's blush, but he was self-conscious about it that he wasn't sure if he should look away.

"How do you see me, Will?" Hannibal asked. Will turned back to Hannibal and looked anywhere but his eyes.

"I never really thought about it." Will scoffed.

"What's the first thing that comes to mind?" Hannibal said. Will didn't exactly want to share his idea of the witch from Hansel and Gretel.

"Um… first thing… like an arctic fox…?" Will tried. Hannibal turned to Will with a quirked eyebrow. The answer left him more or less confused.

"An arctic fox?" Hannibal repeated.

"Well, they look very clean… because they're white… and they're… cute…" Will muttered the last part. Hannibal chuckled and squeezed his hand playfully.

"You're not very romantic, are you Will…?" Hannibal smiled.

"I'm a little rusty." Will explained. Hannibal found it interesting. He had to admit Will's comparison was not too off. Except for the cute part; he didn't find himself "cute".

Will glanced over at Hannibal who caught the look. Their eyes locked on for a moment once more. Will looked at Hannibal's lips, they looked thin and rough. Hannibal starred into Will's coloured eyes that glowed perfectly with the moon. Hannibal placed his hand on Will's cheek. His hand tingled from the stubble on Will's jaw line. Will looked back at Hannibal's eyes. This time not focusing on what how clear his whites were or what colour was his eye colour exactly. No, this time he focused on his professor. Hannibal leaned in slowly, his breath barley hitting Will's nose. He could smell the faintest scent of sugar because of the red wine. However, one of the employees interrupted them and to inform them of the maze closing.

The employee showed them the way out. Hannibal and Will were no longer holding hands. They walked to Hannibal's car in silence. Both were a bit afraid of touching upon the subject of what exactly was happening between them. Will did not want to admit it, but his heart would not stop beating loudly.

They arrived to Will's home and as times before, Hannibal opened the door for Will. Will stepped out of the car with a smile. He could hear his dogs barking inside of the house. They missed their master all day and they only wanted to see him again. Hannibal walked Will to his doorstep. They both stopped at the doorstop and looked at each other. They scoffed a bit and Will commanded his dogs to stop barking.

"I had a wonderful time tonight, Dr-. I mean, Hannibal." Will smiled.

"I did as well, Will." Hannibal said, "I only wish to repeat it sometime." Will scoffed and fidgeted in place a bit.

"I-I'm free on Sunday… maybe, you can show me how to cook?" Will said. Hannibal smiled and agreed. The two stopped for a moment, not sure how they would say goodbye. Hannibal held Will's hand in his and slowly leaned in towards Will. This time, no interruptions, Will was ready for the kiss. However, he felt the rough lips settle on his cheek.

"I'll see you, Sunday." Hannibal smiled. He let go of Will's hands and walked away from Will's house to his car.

Hannibal cursed himself for not using the opportunity to do what he desired for so long, but he knew that it would all be worth it in time. Will was left confused on the porch. When Hannibal looked back he almost dared to compare him to a lost puppy, but he did not want to disrespect Will's image. Will touched his cheek and entered his house. His heart would not stop beating so loudly. Will felt like he could his heart had teleported to his ears. The only thing Will could do was slump down and sit on the floor for a minute; just to process things while his dogs greeted him. He asked himself, Am I falling for with my psychology professor?