Title: Growing Intimacy
Author: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Sherlock Holmes
Fandoms: Hannibal/Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Table: 9, 50ficlets
Prompt: 27, Lips
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.


He couldn't stop looking at Sherlock's lips.

That mouth was so full and sexy. Will's gaze kept traveling to Sherlock's lips and staying there, no matter what he did. He simply couldn't stop looking.

Sometimes it was hard to believe that those lips actually kissed his own with the passion and fervor that they did. He'd been kissed before, of course, though not much. But Sherlock's kisses affected in a way that no one else's ever had.

Sherlock's kisses literally took his breath away, made him feel dizzy and light-headed. Sherlock's kisses took him over the moon, to the stars and back again.

And those lips were just gorgeous. So soft and sweet, so full and sensual. When he smiled, Will had to take a deep breath and blink a few times; it was as though all the erotic promises in the world were kept there, just waiting for him to discover them.

How could one person affect him this way? It didn't seem possible that he could desire someone so much; he, the person who had never really desired anyone before.

That desire actually scared him a little.

He'd never thought about physically wanting someone before, how it would feel. And he'd never realized that desire could be this strong.

Sometimes kissing Sherlock was all he thought about; he would close his eyes and drift away into his own little fantasy world, imagining how those lips would feel on his, remembering the softness and sweetness of Sherlock's lips touching his own when they kissed.

And at other times, there would be more to the fantasy than just kissing. That was when his mind started to put up roadblocks.

He wanted Sherlock. Of course he did. But a part of him was terrified.

He'd never felt this kind of desire before. The siren call of it was almost irresistible, but along with that call was a fear of what he might have to endure.

Will didn't doubt that making love with Sherlock would be pleasurable, but he'd heard so much about the initial pain that came along with the pleasure that it frightened him .What if he did something wrong? What if he was .... well, no good at sex?

He didn't want to think like that. He wanted to feel that even though the two of them were virgins, they would come together naturally, with love and tenderness.

But the thought of that pain, even though he'd been told that it was only a quicksilver flash that lasted for no more than a few moments, still made him shudder.

Sherlock would never deliberately hurt him, he reminded himself. He had nothing to be scared of, not really. And as long as he concentrated on the pleasure that would come, and those incredible kisses, then he'd be all right until the momentary pain passed.

Still, it wasn't something he looked forward to. Not that he couldn't take pain, but he'd prefer not to feel it at all with the man he loved.

It was enough to give him pause, and make him hold back.

When he and Sherlock were kissing, he never held back. He couldn't resist the gentle insistence of those incredible lips; he always gave in to them.

But sex was going to be a different matter, for both ot hem. Will couldn't help wondering if Sherlock was as nervous about the prospect as he was, if his boyfriend felt the same conflicting sensations of desire and fear rolled into one.

Of course he did, Will told himself with a soft sigh. He had no doubt that Sherlock was dealing with the same misgivings that he himself was feeling.

They'd have to get past that, and talk about the issue.

They would do just that, Will thought, his spirits rising. He and Sherlock could talk about anything. It might feel awkward at first, but they'd talk it out between themselves.

There was nothing he couldn't tell his boyfriend, nothing that he couldn't trust Sherlock with. There was no reason to be afraid of talking with him openly and honestly about he was feeling -- and there was really no reason for him to be afraid of their growing intimacy, either.

If he wasn't afraid of kisses, then he shouldn't be afraid of what they led to. And he'd also been told that it did keep getting better.

"What are you looking at, love?" Sherlock's voice was deep and sexy, the voice that Will loved to hear. The voice that sent chills down his spine, and a wash over desire over his entire body. He laughed softly, turning to face his boyfriend and then leaning towards him.

"I'm thinking about kissing you," he whispered, leaning forward and wrapping his arms arms around the other man's neck -- and then proceeding to press his own lips to Sherlock's.

It was a very long time before the two of them managed to come up for air.