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Title: Memories of Last Night
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 05, Memory
Author's Note: Sequel to "Mysterious Force."
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 opened his eyes to unfamiliar sunlight; he never left the curtains in his bedroom open at night. It shouldn't be so bright in here. He blinked rapidly, his eyes watering slightly, turning over onto his back and staring up at the ceiling.

He wasn't in his house. Where the hell was he?

The memory of the night before came back to him in a rush, making a pink blush rise to his cheeks. It all came flooding back to him -- making love with Hannibal, falling asleep in his arms. He'd lost his virginity last night, and he'd thoroughly enjoyed it.

But he was alone in the huge bedroom; there was no sign of his lover. Will supposed he shouldn't be surprised at that; Hannibal was probably an early riser.

He usually was, but then, he usually had to drive nearly an hour to get from Wolf Trap to his job in DC. He had to get up early -- and usually, he didn't sleep all that well anyway. But last night had been different. Last night, he'd slept like a baby in Hannibal's arms.

The blush grew even more intense; he wondered what Hannibal had thought of him, if his lover had watched him sleep. Will hoped that he didn't do anything embarrassing, like snoring or drooling. He'd never be able to face Hannibal again if he did.

He had no memory of doing anything that was embarrassed about, though. The memories of last night were all wonderful ones -- memories that he wanted to hold close and cherish for a lifetime. The memories of his first night with Hannibal.

Losing his virginity hadn't been nearly as frightening as he'd always thought ti would be. He had always had a dread of giving himself to someone; he'd been terrified of the intimacy. But it had been so easy -- maybe because of who he'd been with.

He'd given himself to the man he loved, and he was happy with that.

Will sat up and stretched, wincing as he did so. He was a little sore; he might find it difficult to walk or sit down this morning. But that was a small price to pay for the pleasures he'd discovered last night, pleasures that he couldn't wait to experience again.

A smile curved his lips at that thought; he was sure that he and Hannibal would partake of those pleasures again tonight. And a lot of nights in the future.

Throwing back the covers, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching again before making his way to the door and down the hallway to the bathroom. The first order of the day was a shower, and then he'd go downstairs and greet his lover.

The thought made him smile. This day was off to a good start already.