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Title: Coffee in the Morning
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Sequel to "Fill in the Blanks."
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.

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How was he going to talk to Hannibal about last night?

Will's footsteps slowed as he approached the kitchen; he had no idea how to bring up the subject, and he didn't want to accuse Hannibal of anything improper.

After all, even though he had no recollection of them making love last night, that didn't mean that he'd been completely out of it when they'd been together.

He could very well have been completely cognizant of all that was going on, and Hannibal hadn't done anything that he should be censured for. He might just not remember because he'd had one of those strange blackouts that sometimes came over him.

There was no way to know for certain, not really. He could only assume that his mind had erased what they'd done from his mind, for some bizarre reason.

If that was the case, then he hated his brain for doing that. He didn't want to forget a moment of the time that he spent with his lover.

Especially not the times they made love.

Making love with Hannibal was always such a wonderful experience that he didn't want to forget even one second of it. He didn't want that to blocked from his memory.

That was a failing in him, not in his boyfriend. Will told himself firmly. He wasn't going to lay the blame for anything that might have happened at Hannibal's feet.

He got to the bottom of the stairs, hesitating before he headed to the kitchen. He just wished that he could bring up some spark of memory from the night before, remember even one tiny bit of what had happened, what the two of them had done together.

That they had made love was more than obvious. He could tell when his body had been used; he couldn't deny that they'd been intimate last night.

But there was nothing in his mind that confirmed that fact.

If only he could dredge up something, Will thought, scowling as he made his way to the kitchen. Maybe a cup of coffee and a good breakfast would help. He usually didn't eat anything in the mornings -- but Hannibal kept insisting that he needed to fortify himself more.

"Coffee in the morning is no way to start the day, Will," he'd said the last morning that Will had spent here, shaking his head in disapproval. "You need to eat, as well."

So he laughingly let his boyfriend feed him, and he had to admit that Hannibal made the most delicious meals he'd ever eaten. He was a master chef.

This morning, though, he needed a good strong cup of coffee more than he needed food. Maybe coffee would clear the cobwebs from his mind, and he'd be able to remember more of what had taken place upstairs in the bedroom the night before.

At least, he certainly hoped that it would.

If not, then he had another worry to add to all the rest. The points where he "lost time" seemed to become more and more frequent lately.

That was what had caused this situation he was in, wasn't it? The fact that he had been sleepwalking when he was attacked, and that he had no earthly idea who could have done it. He had no memory of the person, save this vision that couldn't possibly be real.

There was no man who had the head of a stag, with antlers spreading wide around him. That wasn't possible. It was nothing more than a figment of his imagination.

His very active imagination, Will told himself sternly. That creature couldn't possibly exist, and he didn't know where it had come from.

It was nothing he'd seen or imagined before. He was sure of it.

Would a good strong cup of coffee clear his head? Will sighed, hoping that would be the case. And maybe having a good breakfast wouldn't hurt, either.

Well, he was definitely to get both of those things. Hannibal wouldn't let him start the day without a fortifying breakfast, and he needed his coffee.

Coffee in the morning was usually a hurried affair for him; more often than not, he would drink it black, because he'd have forgotten to get milk. At least he never forgot the sugar, Will thought, a small smile tugging at his lips. He always needed that sugar rush in the morning.

This morning, he would have a leisurely breakfast and coffee with Hannibal, and he would find some way to bring up the subject of the night before.

He hoped that he had just managed to lose time again, and that eventually, the memory of an extraordinary night of loving would come back to him in full force.

If it didn't, then he would have a lot more on his mind.

He didn't need that right now, Will told himself, sighing. He needed to have his mind clear and functioning, not full of worries and crowded with extraneous thoughts.

Coffee would take care of clearing the cobwebs out of his mind, Will thought, taking a deep breath as he entered the kitchen. At least, he hoped it would.

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