Title: Intimate Touch
Author: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Sherlock Holmes
Fandoms: Hannibal/Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Table: 9, 50ficlets
Prompt: 30, Touch
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 looked down at Will on the couch, his hands on his hips, a smile hovering around the corners of his lips.

"I don't want us to think about Hannibal today," Sherlock said firmly, shaking his head.

Will nodded reluctantly, wonder what his boyfriend had in mind. He knew that Sherlock was up to something; he could tell by the sparkle in those pale eyes.

"So what do you propose that we do?" Will asked, his blue eyes narrowing slightly. Whatever Sherlock was up to, he didn't want to be kept in suspense for long.

"I want to spend the day with you," Sherlock told him, sitting down on the couch next to Will and taking his hand, bringing it to his lips, and kissing Will's fingertips. "I want us to spend the day taking each other in." He stopped speaking for a moment, a pink flush spreading over his pale cheeks. "Touching each other."

"Just touching?" Now Will was intrigued; he couldn't help smiling at Sherlock's blush. "No kissing? No anything else? Just the two of us touching each other?"

Sherlock laughed, shaking his head. "Of course there will be kissing. I don't think that I could keep myself from kissing you, Will. You have --" His fingers tips gently traced the outline of Will's mouth -- "... such very kissable lips."

To prove his point, he bowed his head, capturing Will's lips with his own.

Will let himself melt into that kiss, closing his eyes and winding his arms around Sherlock's neck to pull him closer. Oh yes, he didn't mind spending the day like this at all.

After what seemed like a very long time to Will, the two of them finally came up for air; Will couldn't help laughing softly at the look of triumph in Sherlock's eyes. If his boyfriend was trying to keep him from thinking about Hannibal and the situation they were in, then he was doing a very good job of it.

"How was that?" Sherlock asked, his voice very soft, almost tentative. Will looked at him in surprise, finding it hard to believe that Sherlock didn't know how he felt.

But then, neither of them had much experience in this area, did they?

It was still hard for him to believe that someone as gorgeous as Sherlock was had never been in a relationship before, that he had never let anyone touch him intimately.

Of course, he himself had never been involved with anyone, either, Will mused. And other than a little fooling around in college, it wasn't as though he had much more experience than Sherlock at being intimate with anyone. But he'd read enough to know what it would be like, and he hungered for that intimacy.

He'd never wanted it with anyone before, but with Sherlock, he couldn't get enough of the touching and kissing. And he wanted more -- much, much more.

And he would have more, in time. Will didn't doubt that. He was just getting tired of waiting for it. After all, he and Sherlock had been together for a while now, and yet, they seemed stuck in place.

They hadn't moved beyond the kissing and touching part -- and even that was slow and tentative. He was ready to move ahead, but he hadn't wanted to rush Sherlock into anything. Now, he couldn't help feeling that he should push the envelope a bit, and perhaps help Sherlock move ahead with things.

If his boyfriend wasn't ready, then he would keep a lid on his impatience, of course. But he was sure that Sherlock was ready for more, and that what they were doing was proof of that.

Well, there was really only one way to find out.

Will moved his hands slowly down Sherlock's sides, finally letting his palms rest on the other man's narrow hips. He could feel his boyfriend's heartbeat speed up, hear his breathing become rougher.

Yes, Sherlock was enjoying this touching as much as he was; he couldn't doubt that, not when those long-fingered, elegant hands moved up and down his arms, then down his sides to mirror what he had done to Sherlock. And those weren't the only telltale signs that Sherlock was aroused.

He could feel the other man's erection pressed against his thigh; he could sense the tension in Sherlock's muscles. His own body reflected that tension; they were both wound as tightly as coiled springs.

Will wanted to bring that tension to its peak, then release it.

How much intimate touching would it take to bring them both to the peak of ecstasy? He didn't know, but he wanted to find out. He wanted to move their relationship into uncharted waters.

It was past time for them to do that, Will told himself firmly. They were comfortable with each other now; there was no reason for them to keep holding back out of fear or uncertainty.

He didn't doubt that Sherlock wanted him just as much as he wanted Sherlock. They might not be ready to make love yet, but Will was sure that they were both eager to move ahead. They had just been holding themselves back out of deference to each other, without really talking about what they wanted.

Well, it was time for them both to toss their timidity aside and go for what they wanted. He had the feeling that they would both be a lot happier, not to mention more satisfied, once they did that.

Raising one hand, he stoked gentle fingertips down Sherlock's cheek, gazing into his boyfriend's eyes. "Should we take this into the bedroom?" he whispered, his voice soft and throaty.

Sherlock nodded, his gaze locking with Will's, love and desire written on their faces.

The two of them got to their feet, and walked towards the bedroom hand in hand.

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