Title: Discovering Romance
Author: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Sherlock Holmes
Fandoms: Hannibal/Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Table: 9, 50ficlets
Prompt: 46, Flowers
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Will Graham or Sherlock Holmes, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Sherlock bounded up the steps the the flat, slowing as he approached the door.

He hadn't really thought about what he was doing when he'd bought the bouquet of flowers. They had just been .... well, pretty, and he'd wanted to get something nice for Will, something to brighten up the flat. But now, it seemed like a bit much.

What was Will going to say? Would he find the flowers romantic, or laughable? Would he think that Sherlock was being silly?

Well, the only way to find out was to go inside and let Will see what he'd done. Closing his eyes, Sherlock inhaled the sweet scent of the flowers, feeling absurdly glad that he'd bought them. Sweet Williams, he told himself with a smile. For his sweet William.

Somehow, that seemed to fit nicely indeed.

He opened the door, walking into the living room and smiling as Will looked up from the book he was reading. Sherlock smiled, holding out the flowers to him.

Will smiled, putting his book aside and getting to his feet. He took the flowers from Sherlock, burying his face in their blooms before looking at the other man, a shy smile on his lips. "They're gorgeous, Sherlock. What made you decide to get flowers?"

Sherlock shrugged, feeling slightly uncomfortable. He didn't know exactly what to do, but he thought it was best to go with the truth.

"I wanted to get something to brighten up the flat -- and something for you," he said softly, his gaze meeting Will's. "I don't know why I decided on flowers. I just saw the sweet Williams, and thought they would be appropriate for you."

"Thank you," Will murmured, leaning over to brush his lips against Sherlock's cheek. "I'll put them in some water. I hope they'll last for a while."

Sherlock couldn't help but smile at those words.

He hoped that the flowers lasted for a while, too. Just like their burgeoning relationship, which he hoped would last for a lifetime.

Maybe it was absurdly romantic to bring home flowers for no reason. But, after all, Will was his boyfriend. So somehow, bringing him flowers, even if there wasn't a specific reason for them, felt right. It just seemed like the right thing to do.

It seemed like the romantic thing to do.

He might not have a lot of experience with romance, but he wasn't doing badly at the moment, Sherlock told himself with an inner smile.

He followed Will into the kitchen, watching as his boyfriend put the flowers into water in two different vases. "Some in here, and some in the living room?" he suggested.

Will turned to look at him with a soft smile and a nod.

"That's what I was thinking," he said, his voice very soft. "What made you decide to bring flowers home, Sherlock? It's not like I expect those kinds of gestures. But it was really sweet," he added, making Sherlock blush with pleasure.

"I wanted to bring you something nice," he said, stammering slightly. "And I .... I wanted to do something that felt romantic, even with my lack of experience in the area."

Oh, that was an embarrassing admission to make.

He hated knowing that he had so little in the way of experience when it came to being romantic. It felt as though he had very little to offer Will.

Still, Will seemed happy with what he did have to give -- and if he could keep remembering to make these little gestures, they went a long way. It felt good to make Will happy, and he loved seeing that smile on his boyfriend's handsome face.

"I don't have that much experience with being romantic, either," Will told him, his voice very soft. "I guess we're going to learn about that together."

Sherlock moved forward as Will set the vase of flowers carefully on the table in the living room, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist and pulling him close. He brushed a gentle kiss across Will's cheek, not hesitating for even a moment.

That was something he'd never have done with anyone else, he told himself. Maybe he was starting to get the hang of being romantic, after all.

"I think that sounds like a marvelous idea, love," he whispered.

Yes, he was definitely starting to feel comfortable with these little romantic gestures. It wasn't as hard to be romantic as he'd always thought it would be -- but he knew why that was, Sherlock told himself, brushing another kiss against Will's soft skin.

It was because he was in love. It wasn't hard at all to make romantic gestures like bringing a bouquet of flowers home when he had someone to bring them to.

He might not have much experience with romance, but Will was right. Neither of them did, and they would learn together. They would discover romance on their own terms, and they would take every step forward together, hand in hand, as a couple.

Sherlock couldn't hold back a smile. So far, they seemed to be doing very well.

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