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Title: Blissful Dream
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 12, Dance
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.


"But I don't know how to dance, Hannibal!"

Hannibal couldn't help but smile at the almost desperate tone of Will's voice. "Will, it isn't that hard. Just remember the one-two-three, one-two-three rhythm, and you'll be just fine."

Will gulped, straightening his tie and wishing that this night was over. He had agreed to accompany Hannibal to this fundraiser, but he wasn't entirely comfortable with it -- especially when Hannibal had told him that they would be expected to dance together. That was something he wasn't prepared for.

Maybe if Hannibal had given him dance lessons, or something like that .... then it would have been easier. But he was going into this not only as a novice at being half of a gay couple, but as a dancer.

He'd never waltzed before in his life. Hell, he'd never even done so much as the Hokey-Pokey.

Dancing wasn't something he'd ever been comfortable with, and he ddn't think that he was suddenly going to fall into it now. He was going to end up making a fool of himself, and probably making Hannibal get annoyed with him. Will couldn't help feeling that this evening was going to be an unqualified disaster.

Seeing how many people were here only intensified that feeling. As they moved around the room, smiling and shaking hands, Will could feel the knot of tension in his stomach growing to gigantic proportions.

When the music began, he almost jumped out of his skin. He could clearly hear the one-two-three rhythm, that Hannibal had told him about, but would it translate from his head to his feet?

Hannibal was crazy if he thought that this was going to turn out well, Will thought as butterflies began to hatch from their cocoons of nervousness in his belly and float around.

Then his lover was by his side, taking his hand and leading him out onto the dance floor. One hand was on Hannibal's shoulder, the other man's arm around his waist, holding him close; their other hands were clasped. Will swallowed hard, gazing into Hannibal's dark eyes. This was it.

Then they began to move in the dance, and his tension melted away.

It was so much easier than he had thought it would be, Will thought in amazement. The dance simply .... flowed, the rhythm easy to follow, one beat leading into the next.

Waltzing around the dance floor in Hannibal's arms was the easiest thing he'd ever done. Not only that, but it felt completely natural, as though the two of them belonged here. He could see the approving looks on the faces around them, see the whispers and smiles, as though people were admiring the two of them.

"You see?" Hannibal murmured, with a smile that was meant only for Will. "There was no need to be nervous, Will. You're dancing beautifully. As though you were born to it."

Will only nodded and smiled as they circled the floor in what felt like a blissful dream.