After an argument with Hannibal, you head over to Will's.

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It was a miserable night. Rain poured down and wind howled violently and Will Graham had not gone to bed yet. I knocked his door, pulling my coat around me for desperate warmth. Will answered the door, frowned when he saw me, and then told me to come inside. His dogs crowded around us, but let us past immediately as Will moved.

"What are you doing here?" he sounded concerned.

Embarrassment swelled within me before I said, "I had an argument with Hannibal – I walked out. I didn't know where else to go."

Will looked slightly taken aback, "So, the first person you go to when you don't want to be with Hannibal is me?"

"Yes" I said honestly "I don't have a lot of friends"

"But you have me?"

"You are my friend, Will"

He glanced around the room, "Sorry about the mess – have a seat. I was going to make coffee, do you want some?"

I sat on the edge of the sofa. I felt bad for imposing myself on Will like this. "Do you have tea?"

"Yeah – do you take milk?"

"Yes, no sugar. Thank you, Will, you don't have to do this for me"

He was in the kitchen now, "I suppose I'm trying to be friendly."

The big blonde dog, that I learned to be called Winston, sat beside me and rested his head on my knee. As I patted his head Will came back through with two mugs. I smiled and took the mug he offered me and Will sat by my side with Winston between us. We drank and spoke idly while we patted the dogs. Once each dog had thoroughly sniffed me and licked my hands, or face, they lay down again in front of the fire.

After a while, Will asked "Do you want to tell me what you and Hannibal were arguing about?"

"Not really" I answered quietly. Hannibal and I had been arguing about Will.

"Oh" Will nodded and looked away.

"No, Will – it's not that I don't trust you, I just don't like to talk about that kind of… thing."

Will put down his mug, turned to look at me and adjusted his glasses slightly before saying "I get it – it's personal. You wouldn't want to tell someone… as unstable as me about your personal problems" he looked hurt.

"Will – I don't care that people see you as unstable. I like you"

Will smiled awkwardly and glanced around, as if he didn't know where to look. "You like me?" he asked sceptically.

"Don't let it go to your head"

"So, do you like me or do you like-"

"I swear to God if you ask me if I 'like like' you, I'll slap you" we were both grinning now. I turned and sat sideways so I was facing Will and he copied me; we were sitting a lot closer now. He said my name with a smile, then tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Will" With careful hands I took of his glasses and placed them beside me. While I was still lent forward Will ran a hand through my hair then cupped my neck in his hand before hesitantly leaning into a kiss.

I knelt up to counteract our height difference before gratefully returning the kiss. Will's hands were on my hips and mine were on his shoulders, Will guided me down to sit on his lap. Our kiss deepened, Will wrapped his arms tighter around me and I lost my fingers in his hair. Suddenly I was pushed down on my back – but not by Will. Winston decided to get between us before anything further could happen. I was laughing hysterically and Will was in fits. Winston licked my face and barked happily before Will pushed him off.

We couldn't stop laughing. "I'm so sorry" Will laughed.

I wiped my face on my sleeve, grinning as I said "its fine"

Will lent over me on all four and placed another gentle kiss to my lips. "I'm sorry" Will was still laughing.

"Mmm, you will be" I joked, stretching up for another kiss. Will held me with his arms around my back before sitting up again. Just when we had finally stopped laughing for a while, Winston appeared to poke me in the ribs with his nose, sending us both into a fit of laughter again.

"That dog is some cockblock, Will" I muttered as we eventually pulled ourselves together.

"A talent I was unaware of until tonight"

Laughing, I sank down into Will's arms, my head against his chest. "I think you should get some sleep"

"I think that's a good idea"

Will smirked, "Do you think you'll manage upstairs by yourself?"

I frowned, "I thought you only had one bedroom"

"I do – you can have it though"

"No, Will, I couldn't!"

"It's fine, really"

"I will not force you out of your own bed – share with me at least, I'm not having you sleeping on the sofa in your own home!"

Will smiled at the floor, "Are you sure?"

"Positive"

We made our way upstairs and Will directed me to his bedroom. After taking in the room I sat on his bed, "Will, would I be able to borrow a top to sleep in?" I'd left Hannibal behind without picking up any more than my coat.

"Yeah" He was already ready for bed, so that left me. Will gave me one of his t-shirts, I turned my back and I stripped to my pants and pulled it on – it was far too big but it was comfortable.

When I turned back I saw Will had been staring, "Don't say a word" I whispered, I knew he must have seen my scars but I didn't want to hear it now.

"Okay, yeah – not a word, I swear"

"Bed?" I smiled timidly.

"Bed."

Will slid into his bed and held the covers up for me to get in. I curled up beside him, snuggled in close and closed my eyes as he pulled the covers tight around us. He wrapped his arm around my waist and ran his fingers through my hair, "Good night"

"Thank you Will. Good night."