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Title: Beautiful Revelation
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Sherlock Holmes
Fandom: Hannibal/Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Table: 50ficlets
Prompt: 45, Embrace
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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He had never awakened in an embrace like this before, but he was finding it one of the most pleasant ways that he'd ever started a morning.

Will lay in bed with Sherlock behind him, not wanting to open his eyes.

If he did, he was sure that this wonderful dream he found himself in would disappear; he wanted it to last as long as it possibly could without fading away.

Was he really here, in Sherlock's bed, in his arms, locked in his embrace? Was he dreaming, or was this wonderfully real? And if it was real, would it happen again?

Of course it would, he told himself firmly. They had made love last night, and it had been wonderful. It might not have been the most intimate way they could have been together, but it had been the most incredible experience he'd ever had, and he wanted it to be repeated.

They'd broken the ice now, he reflected. They might still be shy about doing some things, but he was sure that they'd quickly get past that.

He loved this man. He'd known that for a while, but last night had proven that he had immense trust in Sherlock, that he would surrender himself to the man he loved.

Last night had been more than just his first time being intimate with anyone.

He had given Sherlock not only his body, but his entire heart and soul. He had relinquished the reins of control -- and he had enjoyed every moment of doing so.

Trust like that had to be earned, and he had never let anyone get that close to him before. But now that he had, there were no regrets. There was only a feeling of rightness, of knowing that he had done the right thing. And waking here, in Sherlock's embrace, proved that to him.

Slowly, carefully, he turned over, wondering if Sherlock was still asleep. When Will opened his eyes, he was almost shocked to find his lover's eyes open.

Sherlock was smiling at him with a look of love suffusing his face.

Will was sure that he could feel his heart melting in his chest as he snuggled closer into Sherlock's embrace, hiding his face against his lover's shoulder.

For some reason, he couldn't face Sherlock at the moment. Maybe the memories of last night were still too fresh; he wasn't sure why. But he needed a moment before their gazes met.

"Good morning." Sherlock's deep voice sent a thrill down his spine; he loved hearing his boyfriend say anything, but those two words felt like the most intimate speech possible at the moment. The voice was slightly husky, as if Sherlock had only just awakened when Will had.

He felt a hand stroking his hair, then moving down his back. He almost wanted to moan at the sensation; somehow, this touch felt almost as intimate as what they'd done last night.

His own arms were wrapping around Sherlock's waist, moving their bodies closer together until they were pressed chest to chest against each other, his legs entangled with the other man's.

Oh, he loved this. He loved being close to Sherlock, being wrapped in such an intimate embrace, feeling his lover's heart beat against his own. Was it his imagination, or were their heart rates accelerating in tandem, both of them aroused by being so close?

His body was tingling from the heat of Sherlock's touch; Will knew that it wasn't only his heart speeding up, but all of his being that was responding to the feel of those hands on his skin.

No, he wasn't imagining it. His own heart was speeding up, thumping in his chest. He could feel it, just as he could feel Sherlock's heart beating in rhythm with his own.

Their hearts were in sync. Just more proof that they belonged together.

"Good morning," Will answered, surprised to realize that his voice was just as husky as Sherlock's. He cleared his throat, then spoke again. "I don't think I'm ready to get up yet."

"Neither am I," Sherlock said with a soft laugh. The sound of that laughter made another thrill tingle through Will's body; no other laugh sounded that sexy, that full of promise. "I could lie here all day with you in my arms, love. I feel as though I've woken up in an entirely new world."

"Maybe we have," Will said softly, his tone serious. "I think everything changed for us last night, Sherlock. I think things have gotten a lot more serious now."

His gaze locked with his lover's, searching the depths of those eyes.

"I think things were already serious when you agreed to move here," Sherlock told him, raising a hand to stroke Will's dark curls back from his face. "But yes, last night changed things."

"For the better, I hope," Will murmured, his heart in his throat. He didn't know what he expected Sherlock to say, but he knew that he wanted to hear an affirmation.

"Most definitely for the better," Sherlock said, his voice very soft. "Last night was beautiful, Will. It was .... a revelation. I don't believe that I truly believed in the power of love before I touched you. Now, I know that I've been wrong in rejecting love. It's the most powerful force in the universe."

Will could only nod at those words before burying his face against Sherlock's shoulder again, holding onto him tightly, clinging to him in a fierce embrace.

Sherlock was right. Love was the most powerful force there was, and now that he'd found it, he was never going to let it go. He was going to cherish it for all of his life.

This love was everything to him, and always would be.

When he raised his head again to look into Sherlock's eyes, he could tell that his lover felt the same. And when their lips met, he had no doubt that this love would last forever.

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