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Title: A Sense of Peace
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Sherlock Holmes
Fandom: Hannibal/Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 31, Skin
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.


Sherlock woke up slowly, every sense tingling.

It took him a moment to realize that Will was in bed beside him, curled into his arms, still fast asleep. He blinked, searching for remembrance of the night before.

Then it all came flooding back to him -- their date that had been cut short, the shot, the broken window, the police. Will had been a target last night, and he'd been unable to do anything to prevent it from happening. That was going to rankle for a long time to come.

Of course, he wasn't Superman, Sherlock told himself, his arms tightening around Will to draw him closer. He couldn't keep everyone safe. It was useless to try.

But he should be able to protect the man he loved, above all else.

He sighed softly, resting his cheek against Will's soft dark curls, letting the other man's heartbeat, so slow and steady against his own, calm him into a sense of peace.

Feeling Will here next to him should have been odd, even a little disturbing. But, instead, it only felt right, peaceful and soothing. Will's soft breathing, the scent of his hair, the feel of that soft skin against his own .... it all felt as though it was meant to be.

Knowing that Will was here, safe in his bed, made him feel better. At least he didn't have to worry about where his boyfriend was; he had Will in his arms.

It surprised him to realize that Will was shirtless; his boyfriend must have gotten overheated during the night and removed some of his clothes. It should have bothered him.

But somehow, it didn't. It felt good to have Will's bare skin against him, even though he still had on his nightshirt. Briefly, Sherlock considered taking it off -- but that would mean that he had to move, and that might awaken Will from his slumber.

He wasn't going to do that. His boyfriend needed sleep after what he'd been through the night before; he had to rest and recover from the shock of being shot at.

He didn't want Will to be any the worse for wear from that experience.

Of course, Will had been through worse than merely being shot at, Sherlock reflected. But that didn't mean that it wasn't still a shock to have it happen.

Now, they had to clear their minds and try to concentrate on catching the person who had taken a shot at Will -- even though they both knew who it was. It could be no one but Hannibal; Will had already said that, and Sherlock fully agreed with him.

But for the moment, they could lie here in bed, and simply enjoy being together. He intended to do just that, for as long as he possibly could.

They could face the future when they were both feeling ready to do so.