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A Lazy Weekend Morning

by AnitaB

Chapter Six: Not Sleeping in.

He couldn't breathe, but there wasn't a nerve in his body that minded the lack of oxygen at all. Because it was Hannibal's fault and it felt like heaven. Will used the tiny little bits of energy left in his body to wrap his arms around the strong, trembling shoulders pinning him to the bed. He buried weak fingers in Hannibal's ruffled hair, holding the man he loved as close as his trembling muscles could manage.

This... this was what he'd wanted this morning at waking up alone in their bed. Will had been desperate to feel this overwhelming heat in every inch of his skin. He needed to hold this man as close as he could, to always keep him this close. Will always wanted to be wrapped in Hannibal's skin, to be held warm and safe in his arms. To feel just how much this man loved and wanted him in every little ache, every point of touch.

Will would happily lay here under Hannibal's weight, in his arms, connected by as much touch as possible... forever. Even if it meant giving up pesky things like air and breathing. He certainly had no interest at all in moving anytime soon. Not when he could lie here feeling so much of Hannibal and remembering every delightful touch, every display of strength and tenderness. Will loved the smooth, slick heat of every inch of Hannibal's back under the lazy stroke of his hands.

Then Hannibal started to push up on his elbows and Will found the muscle strength to plant one hand flat between those shoulders to keep him close. "Hannibal."

Hannibal must have heard the vague complaint in his voice. Because the man in his arms gave him a twist of a smile and settled back down even closer against his chest, sliding those strong hands up under Will's back to brace his weight. "Yes, Will?"

Will wasn't sure what he'd been about to say because the stroke of Hannibal's tongue over his lower lip was a little distracting. The distraction level went even higher when that man made a low, sweet chuckle in his chest and leaned close to give him the kiss he'd been asking for with the wordless grip of his hands. He'd just had Hannibal in one of his favorite and most intimate ways and Will would still give anything for just a little more. And any kiss from Hannibal Lector... that was what he always wanted. "Hmm, Will. Did you need something?"

It took a second or two to go from kissing Hannibal to hearing the words. /Cruel bastard.\\ Hannibal loved teasing him, almost as much as he loved teasing his Hannibal. "Just this, more of this, more of you."

A smile curved his favorite pair of lips. Hannibal held him just a little tighter, pinning him in place for a soft, sweet pressure of a kiss. "If you haven't figured out that you already have all of me...then you aren't the genius your IQ would suggest." Strong arms locked around him in the instant before Hannibal rolled to his back, keeping Will tucked right up against his chest. "I'm yours, Will. I'm all yours. Every beat of my heart, every fiber of my being, every ounce of my soul: I'm yours."

Now his complete and total inability to breathe had nothing to do with physical pressure, nothing to do with weight on his chest. It had everything to do with the man holding him, the heart beating against his own. Hannibal was... unbelievable. That anyone would love him that much just boggled Will's mind. And to see that wealth of love and need and trust in the eyes of the person he loved just as intensely, someone who knew everything about him...

Yeah, Will sometimes had a very hard time breathing. Speaking was impossible. But Hannibal had managed the impossible for him, for their life together. Will would do anything for this man. And after a slow, soft, sweet kiss that he tried to pour every ounce of his emotions into, Will fought for the breath and the thought to answer his Hannibal appropriately. His fingers trembled against the strong line of that jaw as he forced his eyes open and his lips away from that tempting mouth. A kiss, even the best of them, could never express everything Will needed to give to his man.

"Hannibal. My Hannibal, all mine. Nothing in the entire world makes me happier than being here in your arms. I love you, Hannibal Lector. I love you and I'm as much yours as you're mine. I gave you all of me. All my heart, all my soul, all my mind." Will swallowed hard, exploring the treasured lines of his favorite face, drawing a silencing fingertip over those sweet lips. "And you're still with me even though I clearly got the better end of the deal."

Hannibal's face twisted for a second, caught somewhere between surprise and disbelief. And that disbelief melted into 'you're cute when you're crazy' with shadings of 'you idiot'. The chest under him rumbled with a low, sweet curl of laughter before strong arms dragged him down into a kiss that was filled with every ounce of all of the emotions flowing between them. Hannibal's gratitude and astonishment were sweet on their tongues. Will's need and devotion added the heat to burn them both alive. But eventually even they required air badly enough to break the kiss. Not that Hannibal let even an inch of that air come between them as they both gasped for breath. "What do you say we clean up and go join Abigail on her hike?"

The idea sounded good. But Will had serious doubts about his ability to stand up straight let alone manage to walk the long trail around the lake that Abigail favored. He also didn't know if he could stand to let his Hannibal put on clothes of any kind, let alone cover every inch from collar to heel in multiple layers.

Will adored Hannibal when he was all post-coital and cuddly. He couldn't imagine anything better than spending the next hour tangled in these sheets to languidly trace every single relaxed muscle in Hannibal's body with hungry fingertips. And steal a few dozen more kisses. "Cleaning up a little isn't a bad idea, but I'm keeping you in bed this time. No clothes and no leaving for at least an hour."

"Just skin and kisses and you in my arms." Hannibal's voice carried wonder and almost a sense of gratitude. Both those feelings were also somehow contained in the stroke of strong fingers through his hair and down his back. "That sounds like a perfect way to spend the morning, Will." Those hands slipped and slid along his skin before cupping his face to lead him back to those perfect lips. Will happily obeyed, drowning himself in the kisses he adored.

Yup. This was the perfect way to spend a lazy weekend morning.

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