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Title: A Holiday Kiss
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: Holiday Non-Bingo, tv_universe
Prompt: 26, Holiday
Author's Note: Sequel to "Irresistible Temptation."
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.


Hannibal would be here in just a short while.

Will looked around the kitchen, biting his lip. Since he wasn't the cook that Hannibal was, he'd gone out and bought a meal; he hoped that was good enough.

Of course Hannibal wouldn't expect him to cook, he told himself firmly. They'd joked often enough about the fact that he seemed to keep himself alive on sandwiches and Chinese takeout.

He was actually taking better care of himself now that he was trying to impress Hannibal, Will thought with a wry smile. Who would have thought that having a crush on someone would benefit him in that way? Well, more than a crush, really. He was starting to think that he was actually falling in love.

Falling in love. With his psychiatrist. In the holiday season. Could anything be more corny? Maybe he should hang a sprig of mistletoe over the front door, just in case.

Will had to laugh at his romantic notions; he was sure that Hannibal would find them amusing, as well. The two of them were far too level-headed for such things.

But he had to wonder what it would be like to feel Hannibal kiss him ....

A single kiss, under the mistletoe. Will was sure that if it were to happen, that kiss would turn him upside down and inside out, in the best of ways.

A kiss from Hannibal would change his life. He didn't doubt that for a moment. He would look at the man he felt that he was falling for in a whole new way -- and maybe, just maybe, if they shared a kiss under the mistletoe, Hannibal would look at him in a new light, too.

Was that what he wanted? Was he ready for their relationship to change from one of friendship -- and a professional one, as well -- to something that was much more personal?

Would a holiday kiss be too much for him to wish for? Will's lips curved in a smile at the thought, and he shook his head. Of course it would be, at this point.

He didn't even know if Hannibal had those kinds of feelings for him. He hoped that he would find out tonight, but there was no telling where their conversation would go. Still, they would be here in his house, alone, just the two of them, and there were no neighbors around for miles.

Will couldn't keep back a shiver of anticipation. There would be nothing to stop them from becoming more intimate, if that was what both of them wanted.

A holiday kiss, and .... emotions that he didn't want to keep holding back.

Did Hannibal feel those same emotions? It was impossible for him to know; the other man played things close to the vest, never giving Will a hint of what he might be feeling.

But sooner or later, he knew that Hannibal would slip up and reveal more than he meant to. And when he did, Will would be able to see his emotions written in the depths of those fathomless dark eyes.

Maybe this holiday season would be the time that they finally both confronted what they felt, wrestled with it, and let themselves realize it for what it was -- or made the decision to turn away from it. Will hoped that both of them would come to the decision of the former, not the latter.

He smoothed down his hair, taking a deep breath when he heard the sound of wheels crunching on gravel outside. That could only be Hannibal. He was here at last.

He had the other man's gifts under the tree, ready to give him after dinner. He just hoped that Hannibal would like what he'd chosen, and that the gifts would be appropriate.

Hannibal was also bringing more things to give him.

Though if he was honest, Will told himself, what he would most like to receive from Hannibal was that kiss he'd been thinking of -- a single kiss for the holidays.

Well, no, not just a single kiss, he admitted. He wanted Hannibal to kiss him for the first time under the mistletoe -- a gorgeously romantic kiss, one that he could hold in his heart and in his memory, a kiss that he could look back on and treasure for the rest of his life.

And if he got that kiss, then he wanted others to follow. He could only hope that they would; he had no idea just how this evening was going to go for them.

When the knock sounded on the door, Will knew that he had no more time to think.