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Title: Sorry About the Weather
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: Holiday Non-Bingo, tv_universe
Prompt: 19, Weather
Author's Note: Sequel to "An Improper Interest."
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 peered out of the window, feeling more than a little worried.

The snow was coming down harder now. Would Will bow out of their dinner together, choosing instead to go home to Wolf Trap and the solitude of his own home?

If the snow kept falling, and Will chose to come here after all, then he might have to spend the night. The thought caused a small flutter in the pit of Hannibal's stomach.

Oh, for goodness' sake. Perhaps he did have a boyish crush on the man, if he could feel this way at the mere prospect of Will spending a chaste night under his roof. He would sleep in one of the three spare bedrooms, of course. With the door safely closed between them.

That would only happen if Will chose to appear this evening, he thought, looking out of the window again at the swiftly falling snow. He wanted to curse this bad weather.

Of course, if Will wasn't going to show up, he would call. Hannibal was expecting his cell phone to ring at any moment, and to hear Will's voice on the other end.

He wouldn't allow himself to be disappointed if Will wouldn't be here.

It would be annoying, certainly. He'd gone out of his way to make a dinner that he knew Will would enjoy -- with none of his "special" ingredients. Not this time.

He had taken great satisfaction out of setting the table for two, and lighting a few candles. Not too many, as he hadn't wanted to create an overtly romantic atmosphere.

But he had gone out of his way to make sure that the dining room, along with the living room, had been dusted and vacuumed. He'd arranged the pillows on the couch just so, and taken great pains to be sure that everything was shining with a brighter than usual luster.

And now, it looked as though the bad weather might ruin all of his carefully laid plans for the evening, and he would be spending it alone, as he usually did.

Heaving a sigh, Hannibal was about to let the curtain drop when he saw a car in the distance, one that looked something like Will's. He squinted, moving closer to the window.

He was sure that his heart literally leapt into his throat at the sight. It was indeed Will's car, moving very slowly because of the slick roads. Will was coming here tonight as they had planned; he wasn't letting the bad weather deter him. It was a sigh, a portent, a good omen.

Tonight, he would give Will one of the gifts he'd gotten the young man, even though it was still two weeks before the actual holiday. He didn't want to wait.

Hannibal waited until the car stopped, then he dropped the curtain and drew away from the window, waiting for the ring of the doorbell. When it came, he couldn't hold back a smile.

He went to the door, opening it. "Will. I'm so glad you could come. I was afraid you wouldn't make it."

Will smiled and laughed softly, shrugging out of his coat and unwinding the scarf around his neck. "I wouldn't miss one of your dinners for the world, Hannibal."

Those words made him smile; he might not have given Will a "special" dinner yet, but perhaps tonight would set a trend for them having dinner together, which would lead up to it.

"Sorry about the weather," Hannibal told him, surprised that he was apologizing for something that he couldn't control. Will certainly had some sort of strange hold over him to make him do something like that, or maybe it was just that he had an uncontrollable fascination with the other man.

Well, Will was here now, and they could enjoy a pleasant evening together. Dinner, drinks, and good conversation, at the very least. It was exactly what he wanted.

"You can't control the weather," Will said with a shrug as he followed Hannibal into the dining room. "I'm just glad it's not so bad out that I could make it here."

Though he more than likely wouldn't make it home.

Hannibal wasn't going to point that out, though. He'd leave that up to Will, but he would strongly urge the young man to stay here and sleep in a guest bedroom.

Smiling, he led the way to the dining room, feeling that the evening was already off to a good start. And hopefully, it would only keep getting better.