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Title: Tart on the Tongue
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Prompt: 32, Cherry
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.
***The room felt smaller than usual. Close. Close and .... intimate.
"I want to try something different tonight, Will," Hannibal said, his voice very soft.
Will's pulse jumped at those words; he hadn't expected them. He didn't know what Hannibal might want to do, and that thought made him more than a little nervous.
But he had to put his trust in Hannibal, didn't he? He'd promised this man that he would do just that, even if he was at times afraid to do so. Hannibal inspired confidence and trust sometimes -- and at others, he inspired nothing more than nerves and fear.
Will took a deep breath, nodding and forcing a smile. He was going to push those nerves away, and not let himself be frightened to try something new.
Hannibal wouldn't hurt him. He trusted Hannibal. He had to.
Hannibal pulled a silk scarf from the pocket of his jacket, raising one eyebrow. Will swallowed hard; he had an idea of what Hannibal planned to do.
The other man moved behind him, pulling the soft silk over Will's eyes. "Don't be frightened, Will," he said, his voice very soft. "It's only a blindfold. This is a bit of an exercise in sensory deprivation, one that might prove to be very instructive."
"Okay," Will managed to say, nodding as he felt the silk tied at the back of his head. "I can deal with not being able to see for a little while, I guess."
"There is nothing to be alarmed about," Hannibal told him. Will could swear that the other man was smiling; he could hear that smile in Hannibal's voice.
Hannibal moved away, and Will was tempted to turn his head, even though he couldn't see what was being done. Within moments, Hannibal was back in front of him; Will could feel something cold and round being held against his lips.
"Open your mouth and taste this, Will," Hannibal said softly. "I believe it's something you'll like. Don't worry -- it's hardly inedible. In fact, it's food."
Will nodded, opening his mouth to let Hannibal feed him.
He recognized the taste as soon as it was on his tongue -- a tart, ripe cherry, bursting with flavor. How had Hannibal known that he liked cherries?
"I like to think that this cherry is a bit like you, Will," Hannibal said, his voice almost a caress. "It is both sweet and tart at the same time .... and, until it is crushed between your teeth, it is also pristine. Virginal, in a way. Just as you are."
Will's breath caught in his throat at the words. Hannibal had hit at the heart of something that he himself had been thinking -- and put it into words.
Exactly what he meant by those words, Will had yet to discover.
But he was sure that he would find out very soon.
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