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Title: Alone in the Cold
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Prompt: 9, Cold
Author's Note: Sequel to "Oceans of Blue."
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Hannibal Lecter or Will Graham, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.
***Will sighed, sitting up in bed and looking at the clock on the bedside table. It was nearly four o'clock in the morning, and he hadn't been able to sleep, even though he'd gone to bed nearly four hours earlier. He'd just been tossing and turning restlessly.
He smiled humorlessly, running a hand through his hair. Wasn't that what it was like every night? He tried to sleep, and never could.
Of course, he'd end up drifting off in the morning, not long before he had to get up to shower and go to work. Only this was Friday night, thank goodness, so there were no classes tomorrow. And fortunately, no case that he was on at the moment.
Even if he was, he wasn't prepared to deal with that right now.
He didn't want to think about any cases. He just wanted to lie here and dream of Hannibal, to think about the man he loved and wanted to be with. He wanted to let thoughts of Hannibal fill his mind, and maybe then he would be lulled off to sleep.
But no, that wasn't really what he wanted, he amended with a soft sigh.
He didn't want to lie here and dream of Hannibal. He wanted to be with Hannibal, to be in his arms, to be in his bed. He wanted Hannibal to hold him, kiss him, touch him, to take away the ache he felt inside and replace it with warmth.
It was so cold here in his own bed at home. Cold and alone. This wasn't where he wanted to be; he wanted to be in that house in Baltimore, lying in Hannibal's arms. It didn't matter whether they were sleeping, or making love, as long as he was there.
He had never missed anyone so much. Or wanted anything so badly.
He needed Hannibal, needed to be there with him. He needed that touch, needed to be held in those strong arms, to know that he wasn't alone. He needed to know that someone cared about him, that someone wanted him.
He needed Hannibal to chase the cold loneliness away.
With Hannibal, he never felt cold, even when his lover wasn't holding him. Hannibal cared about how he felt, cared about what he thought. He could feel the warmth of that interest -- or was it love? -- wrapping around him whenever he was near the other man.
He needed to be with Hannibal. Not tomorrow, but now. Right now. He couldn't stay here alone in his bed for one moment longer.
Will sat up and swung his legs out of bed, kicking back the covers. He was going to show up at Hannibal's house tonight, even if it was the middle of the night. He needed Hannibal, needed him now, and he couldn't wait any longer to have that need assuaged.
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