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Title: Simply Being Loved
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 8, 50ficlets
Prompt: 2, Cuddle
Author's Note: This is a 50-ficlet AU series for Will/Hannibal. In this universe, the two of them are deeply in love with each other, though neither knows quite how to bring that love out into the open.
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?" He could hear Hannibal's voice calling up the stairs; it sounded as though his lover had something important to tell him. Will dragged a towel through his hair, carefully making his way from the bathroom to the top of the stairs.

"Yeah?" He looked down, squinting in the dim light of the foyer. Hannibal was standing there, looking up at him. "I hope I didn't get water all over everything."

Hannibal shook his head, smiling slightly. "That's of no importance, Will. Water can easily be mopped away. I was going to tell you that there are several robes in my closet. You should put one of them on. It won't do for you to stay in those wet clothes."

Will nodded, his heart suddenly seeming to jump from his chest to somewhere in the region of his throat. Wear one of Hannibal's robes? He hadn't thought of that.

Would it even fit him? He didn't think so; Hannibal was taller.

Still, just the idea of wearing one of Hannibal's robes made him happy. Somehow, it seemed to solidify their relationship, make it even more tangible and real. It was real, of course, but this felt as though it was helping to speed things along.

He went back to the bathroom, slowly stripping off his wet clothes and wrapping a towel around his narrow waist. It only took him a few moments to mop up the water he'd left on the hardwood floors with a towel, then he made his way to Hannibal's bedroom.

It was obvious which room that was; it was the largest bedroom on this floor, and it showed signs of being inhabited, whereas the others he peeked into didn't.

It was a beautiful room, comfortable without being ostentatious. It was what he had come to expect from Hannibal, Will thought with a smile as he looked around him. After seeing this, he'd be embarrassed to invite Hannibal into his own bedroom. It was plain by comparison.

Ah well. That was to be expected. They were different people.

But he could certainly get used to this, Will told himself as he opened the closet, studying the various silk robes hanging inside. He chose one in a deep shade of sky blue, knowing that it would complement his eyes, and hoping that Hannibal would think the same.

His heart was beating double-time again as he made his way back down the stairs, having toweled his hair to mere dampness and carrying his wet clothes.

Hannibal was sitting on the couch in his living room; he had left the door open for Will, and he turned his head to peer through it as the younger man appeared on the threshold. Put those wet things in the laundry room, Will, then come in here and get comfortable."

Will hurried to do as he was told, making his way to the laundry room near the kitchen to leave his clothes there, and then hurrying back to the living room.

He sank down onto the couch beside Hannibal with a grateful sigh.

Hannibal laughed softly, sliding an arm around Will as he he reached forward with his free hand to pick up a glass of wine and hand it to the younger man. "I thought you might need a bit of this," he said, watching as Will took a sip. "I don't want you to catch a chill."

"I don't think that's going to happen," Will murmured, letting himself lean against Hannibal. He hadn't thought that the two of them would end up cuddling on the couch, but now that it was happening, he wasn't going to turn it down.

Nothing had ever felt this good, Will told himself with an inward smile. Not even lying on his own living room couch with their bodies bared to each other.

No, this felt more intimate than even that had been. He had loved the feeling of Hannibal touching him, of course; he had loved knowing that Hannibal wanted him just as badly as he wanted Hannibal. But somehow, this felt just as intimate, if not more so.

They weren't just baring their bodies, but their hearts.

This went far beyond a physical desire. This was what he wanted to do every night of his life; he wanted to be able to sit on the couch and cuddle with Hannibal, to be silent or to talk, just to enjoy each other's company and unwind from a long day.

He'd never had anyone to do this with before. Somehow, it felt right that, once again, Hannibal was the first to offer something that he'd never thought he would have.

He had never felt as warm and comfortable and relaxed as he did at the moment. The storm continued unabated outside, the rain pouring down the windows, but he was safe and dry here in Hannibal's embrace. Safe .... and loved.

He would never doubt that he was loved, not for a moment.

He loved, and he was loved. It was as simple as that. Will turned his face towards Hannibal's to find the older man looking at him, a small smile on his lips.

Hannibal bowed his head, leaning slightly towards Will, pulling him closer. Will's eyes closed as he raised his face to meet Hannibal's, his lips parting for the kiss that he knew was coming. And when it did, that kiss lifted him to the heavens and beyond.