Sorry for the delay guys! I just started school and so a little busier! Hope you like it!
Will had been cleaning his home all morning. He wanted to go get ingredients for his cooking date with Hannibal, but he wasn't sure on what he should buy. He decided not to buy anymore than what he originally had. He cleaned his kitchen as much as he could. Not that there was much to clean, he rarely used it. Will made sure his dogs were well fed and took them out to the backyard.
He made sure that the door of the fence locked. He didn't want to chase Winston down the street again. He was the only dog that was not trained, so he would run out of the house if left unattended most of the time. Once he was done he quickly hopped into the shower. As he showered he thought about what would happen. He hoped that they would kiss again.
Will got out of the shower with a towel wrapped carefully around his hips. He walked to his room, trying to decide on what to wear once more. He had to go shopping for a new wardrobe, it was mostly plaid. He argued with himself about what to wear, when he heard a knock on the door. Will quirked and eyebrow and stepped over to the door. He looked through the peep hole to find Hannibal with bags in his hands. He was not wearing a suit this time, but he was still well dressed. A white shirt, with some tan slacks, and his hair was slicked back like on their date. Will was about to open the door, however he realized he wasn't even dressed. Will thought about it for a second and opened the door. He could feel the droplets of water on his face vaporizing from the heat from his face.
"Good evening, Will." Hannibal smiled. He tried not to stare at Will's state.
"H-Hi…" Will responded. He moved aside so that Hannibal could walk in. Before, he could step inside, he leaned in and gave Will a quick kiss on his cheek, "I-I'm just going to go get dressed."
"Of course." Hannibal chuckled.
Will almost sprinted to his room and quickly put on what he had taken out; a plaid blue shirt which he tucked into his jeans. He towel dried his hair dry as much as he could and ran a hand through his hair to finish it off. He came out of his room and found Hannibal taking out ingredients from the bags he had brought.
"I'm sorry." Will apologized, "I didn't keep track of the time."
"Its fine, Will, actually, it was rather pleasant." Hannibal smirked. Will cleared his throat and looked at all the ingredients that Hannibal had brought.
The shock of Hannibal having seen Will in almost his birthday suit was so much he didn't even realize that Hannibal had kissed his cheek. While, he smelled some of the spices Hannibal brought he recalled the chaste kiss. Hannibal's rough slim lips along Will's skin was a completely different ecstasy. Will could not explain the euphoria it brought over his body. All of sudden, when Hannibal was around, Will would feel calm and at peace.
"I see you shaved, Will." Hannibal smiled as he tied the apron hugged around his body.
"Yeah… I think I look better…" Will explained.
"You look younger." Hannibal teased washing his hands. Will took the only stool he had in his kitchen to sit at the counter where he made sure he cleaned it with extra care, "Almost child-like." Will scoffed and looked away.
"I think I can still stick on the hair lingering in my bathroom sink." Will responded.
"I never said I didn't like it." Hannibal hummed with a triumphant grin on his face.
"Uh-huh. What are we making?" Will asked. Hannibal took out a small flash card from his pocket and showed it to Will. It had Hannibal's hand writing in it: classy, dark ink, and old.
"Considering the weather, I think a stew would be appropriate." Hannibal said.
"How do you say the name?" Will asked. He was a little more than curious; he just liked hearing Hannibal speak in tongues.
"Baeckeoffe." Hannibal said, "It's a French dish, near the German border, both cultures mixed into one dish."
Hannibal began to the conversation with Will. He started off asking what Will would like for dinner on Thanksgiving. Will thought about it, but soon they both started a conversation about the different foods Hannibal could prepare and that Will liked. Will never noticed, but he was watching Hannibal prepare the food. The way his skillful hands would throw spices into a pot and the way Hannibal would put the spoon to his lips to taste the progress made Will hot. He wanted Hannibal to taste him. Not that he'd say that out loud though. Then, Will realized he had not been helping whatsoever.
"You're supposed to be teaching me." Will said.
"You did not seem interested on the dish I was making." Hannibal smirked. Will blushed a bit, knowing very well that it was true. He was more interested on the cook than the cooking, "But, if you would like to learn, come here."
Will stood and stepped over to where Hannibal was. There were two pots on the stove one of them had vegetables brewing with spices considering the colour of the water they were in and the other had water with spices boiling. The aroma from the pots was pleasant and made Will hungry for this dish. Hannibal handed Will a spoon. Will took it and waited for Hannibal to tell him what to do. Hannibal stood behind Will and moved his hands to be placed on top of his.
"Adding the spices is the tricky part." Hannibal whispered as he moved Will's hand to stir the vegetables in the pot, "But, as long as you taste it, it will have a very powerful taste." A shiver went down Will's spine when he felt Hannibal's hot breath on him, "You don't have to add the spices to the vegetables or the stew; the lamb can do that for you."
"But, you like to make things complicated, don't you?" Will grinned as he looked back at Hannibal, his head barley grazing Hannibal's shoulder. Hannibal scoffed his eyes not leaving the stove.
Their hands moved in unison. Will admired how soft Hannibal's grip was on his hand, the unperturbed focus that Hannibal had on food, and the steady calm breath that he had even though Will was so close.
"I didn't even notice you cut the vegetables." Will said.
"Perhaps you were distracted?" Hannibal offered. Will chuckled, knowing fully well that he only supplemented more of Hannibal's ego, "The vegetables are done." Hannibal said, "You can drain the pot, I'll begin preparing the meat."
Will never noticed how comfortable the two got around each other. About a week and a half ago, they were on a teacher-student basis. Now, they were both preparing dinner. Will agreed not to help Hannibal with cooking the meat. He realized he didn't do much to help him, but he liked watching the man cook. It had a sort of artistry to it. There was a sizzle coming from the pan as he poured a bit of the white wine over it. Hannibal didn't even flinch as the smoke arose from the stove.
Hannibal forgot about Will for a second. He was preparing a meal, which meant there was no room for distractions. It's not that he liked cooking more than Will, but for Hannibal any meal had to be presentable and had to taste amazing. He wasn't a gourmet chef, he never even aspired to be a cook, but Hannibal was so egotistical about his skill sets that he needed to have his full-focus on the task in hand.
Hannibal put the lid on the pot finally. The meat would settle in to soak in some of the flavor from the stew for about ten more minutes then, it would be ready. Hannibal turned back to Will. Will looked dazed and off in somewhere in his mind. Hannibal wondered if it was a regular thing to have Will in a state of dreaming as so. Hannibal saw the bags underneath his eyes, that Will had not been sleeping again; this time knowing it probably was not his anxiety keeping him up at night.
"Will…" Hannibal called, Will snapped out of his daydream and his focus resumed on his professor, "Where are your dogs? I brought treats for them today." Will couldn't help but smile at the gesture once more. Because the dogs he had were strays, Will figured, no one cared for them.
"They're outback, I could-."
"The stew won't be ready until another ten to fifteen minutes." Hannibal explained, "I would really like to give them the treats personally."
Will felt a his cheeks heat up a bit. He loved his dogs, they were like family to Will, so having Hannibal care or ask for them was amazing. Will showed Hannibal outback, where five of his dogs were laying around, and Winston looking for a way out. Winston was the first to notice the couple making their way outside. Will feared the dirt in Winston's paws would get all over Hannibal causing the other to stain himself. He had taken off the apron, but that white shirt of his looked like a good victim for Winston's paws.
"This is Winston." Will explained, "He's the most recent addition to the family." Hannibal smiled and petted the mutt. He took out a cookie from the brown paper bag he held and gave it to the dog. Soon the rest noticed Hannibal giving the treats to Winston and the others huddled around to have some as well. Will smiled tenderly watching Hannibal treat each of his dogs with care and fairness. The treats finished and Will threw a couple of toys for them to play with. The couple sat on the steps of the porch, watching the dogs for a while.
"They're all strays?" Hannibal asked. Will nodded, "How do you know they aren't lost?"
"I look in the shelters for any flyers and I put some up myself. I have gotten a few that have a collar or a rope tied around their neck, but no one ever came up to claim them." Will explained.
"And they stay here." Hannibal stated.
"Sometimes, usually the cute ones, get adopted from other people. They see me with all my dogs out in the front yard and ask if I am willing to give some away." Will responded, "These are the ugly ones, I guess." Hannibal noticed a bit of sorrow in Will's words. Hannibal brushed his hand on Will's cheek.
"Your skin is a lot softer without the usual stubble." Hannibal smiled. Will chuckled and settled into Hannibal's hand slowly. Hannibal felt his heart quicken a bit, when his eyes met with Will's for a second. It was like being lost in a forest for just a moment. They both had enough passion to ravish each other, but they both were too cautious to make a move, "I'm going to go check on the stew."
He got up and walked into the house. Hannibal was about to go back to the backyard, when he saw Will in the dining room that would lead to outside. Hannibal stopped and looked at the troubled Will in front of him. He was enjoying the interior battle Will was having with himself. Will took a deep breath and took a step further to Hannibal. His hand found Hannibal's and their finger's intertwined. Hannibal took small steps, sure he didn't make any sudden movement to scare off Will. Will put his hand on Hannibal's cheek and dared to look into those eyes again. He feared hypnosis, no, he desired it.
Will could feel Hannibal leaning slowly in. This time both sure they weren't going to screw it up. Will glimpsed from Hannibal's eyes to his lips. Hannibal smirked and leaned in closer. Both falling into the trap of each other; finally their lips made contact. Hannibal brushed Will's lips with his own, only to finish the job and place them perfectly onto Will's pink lips. His face flushed as Hannibal slowly wrapped a hand around his waist. Hannibal bit Will's lower lip playfully; Will whimpered in return to the action, but slowly slipped his tongue into Hannibal's mouth, grazing it on his teeth. Hannibal began to fight with Will, they both desperate for more, the two already lost in their own desires. Will didn't know why he didn't act upon it sooner. Will pulled away from Hannibal, a string of saliva connecting the two for another fleeting moment.
Hannibal smirked and pecked at Will's lips playfully. His hands secured around Will's waist. The two looked at each other for another moment. Will's flushed face complemented his sweet light eyes and that smug look on Hannibal's face just made Will want to get rid of it. They had not quenched their desires; they had added more to them.
Will sat quietly waiting for his plate of stew. He didn't want to make it awkward, but it was a bit after the kiss. Hannibal didn't try to get another kiss from Will or comment on it. He just said that the stew was done and went back to the kitchen. Will asked himself if he was really that bad at kissing or if he had bad breath. He felt even more anxious than normal. Hannibal placed a plate in front of Will and another across from him.
"Thank you." Will broke the silence. Hannibal smiled and sat down across from Will. Will sipped at the stew. It was amazing, the taste was perfect. Will couldn't remember the last time he had tasted a stew like that, "This is delicious." Will complemented.
"I'm glad you like it." Hannibal said. Again it fell silent. Will had hoped for a different reaction. Something a lot sweeter, a lot more comfortable, but now he was back where he started.
"Will," Hannibal pulled Will out of his distressful daydream, "I think I might have overstepped my boundaries with the kiss we exchanged in the living room." Will gave Hannibal a dumbfounded look, "I didn't mean for us to kiss so soon. I would have wanted you to get a lot more comfortable with me, so that we could proceed to that." Will began to laugh. Hannibal did not find any humor in what he was saying, but let Will give his opinion.
"Hannibal… I think it was going a lot slower than most couples." Will stated as a-matter-of-factly, "Most couples have sex on the first date."
"Would you have liked that Will? Sex?" Hannibal smirked. Will felt warmth reach his cheeks and a burning sensation at the pit of his stomach.
"No… most couples also don't last long after the first night…" Will said, "I'm glad it took us a while to build up to this."
Hannibal smiled with relief. He wasn't sure how Will would have taken the kiss. He was so unpredictable sometimes, Hannibal wasn't sure how to approach kissing to Will. That's why Hannibal wanted to wait and see if he could have gotten to know Will a little more. However, he liked the new pace he was going. The two were already a lot better off than their original night together.
Will helped Hannibal wash the dishes after they had dinner and the two proceeded to watch a movie in Will's living room. Will didn't have that wide range of selections, but they settled on the movie Zodiac considering Hannibal was a psychology professor and Will wanted to go into the field of detective work. They both started out the movie on either ends of the couch, but slowly began making their way to the middle. Near the end of the movie, Will and Hannibal stopped paying attention to the movie and began paying more attention to themselves.
Will was carefully situated Hannibal's chest. Hannibal stroked Will's curls with his fingers and when Will looked up, his eyes navigated to Hannibal's lips once more. He unknowingly bit his bottom lip, while wondering what they tasted like this time. Hannibal scoffed and leaned in to kiss Will's forehead. Will lifted himself and moved to kiss Hannibal's lips, unable to contain the sudden desire burning in him. The two connected with each other once more. Both tried to keep their desire under control as they kissed on Will's couch. They pulled away when Will heard his dogs whining at the door since it had began to sprinkle outside. Hannibal looked into Will's eyes that begged for more. His vision turned to his watch.
"It's getting late." Hannibal whispered. He got up kissing Will's forehead once more, "I'll call you tomorrow."
Will sighed and followed Hannibal to the door. Hannibal had left the rest of the stew with Will and a couple of vegetables he had brought extra. Will walked Hannibal to his car. Hannibal kissed Will goodbye once more. Their lips meeting one final time for that night; Hannibal waited for Will to get to his porch before driving off. Will stepped back to his home to let his dogs into the house. The credits played on the television. The movie had finished.
Hannibal kept on smiling his whole ride home. He had made more progress than he had imagined that day. The amusing thing was that Will was always the one to initiate things. Hannibal figured it was time for him to step it up a bit. He got home, his house looking better than what it had before. He parked his car in his driveway and took out the bags he had taken. He overlooked the work that the workers had done to his front porch. It was better than the chaos his other lover had caused.
He had thought that his ex-lover was someone as amusing as Will, but ended up being an over controlling and obsessive, person who could not go throughout the day without calling Hannibal. Hannibal stopped the relationship before it went on sooner than before, but she didn't understand that. She wouldn't have it and so drove her car right into one of the pillars. The ex-lover went missing after that. Hannibal smirked touching the pillar. In his mind, he began to plan the Thanksgiving dinner for Will.
Okay, so I messed up. On their first date I mentioned that Hannibal had not gone out on a date since college. That was me being a real bad writer and not re-reading things for plot mistakes. He did date after college but he was so selective about it that he didn't really date much. Besides, he'd only have them for dinner.