#there's dancing

The sun was still bright despite how late it had gotten and Will shielded his eyes with his hand, squinting as he looked out into the yard. The dogs hadn’t gone too far and had settled for chasing each other and any other small creature that crossed their paths. He had warned them earlier to not roll around the dirt as they so often did - he had just given them a bath yesterday and didn’t want to have to be forced into doing it again so soon - and so far, so good. 

It could also have to do with the fact that they had a visitor over and although they were occupied playing with each other, they still glanced over at the house, ears perked up in attention. He knew that they were waiting for their treats but they wouldn’t get any until much later. 

He couldn’t help but to smile at the sight before turning around and heading back towards the kitchen where he knew he’d find their unexpected - but always welcome - visitor. Sure enough, Hannibal was stirring a stew he had hurriedly put together with Will’s meager ingredients. Will had been doubtful at first but Hannibal had reassured him that he could make something out of them just fine.

Will stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame and watching the pull of broad shoulders, the subtle lining of solid muscle visible even through the fabric of the expensive dress shirt. 

He heard soft humming and Will strained his ears, noting that it had a specific tune to it. It took him a moment longer to realize that it was Hannibal who was humming. 

"Dinner is almost ready." And of course Hannibal already knew that Will was behind him. He had keen senses and Will could never really get away with much of anything around Hannibal.

It didn’t really bother him as much as he pretended that it did. Of course he would never freely admit that to Hannibal, though..

"Smells good." He approached the man and refrained from reaching out to wrap his arms around the tapered waist. He knew that Hannibal wouldn’t really mind but Will had yet to get used to openly showing any amount of affection outside of the bedroom. 

Inevitable really, he knew that he’d give in eventually, it was only a matter of time.

"What were you humming?" He looked down at the stew, making a pleased noise when he leaned in closer to smell it. 

"A song." Will scoffed, swatting at Hannibal’s arm. 

"Smartass," he muttered, narrowing his eyes at him. Hannibal chuckled, setting the stew to a low simmer, finally turning to him to give Will his undivided attention. 

"My apologies." Hannibal wrapped an arm around Will’s waist, bringing him in closer. "Would you care for a dance?" 

Will furrowed his brows. “There’s no music playing…” He wondered whether Hannibal had finally lost it and had started hearing things. 

Hannibal leaned in close enough for their foreheads to touch. “There is no need for music. Close your eyes; just feel.” He pulled them away from the stove and moved them to the middle of the kitchen.

Will pursed his lips but did as instructed, slightly puzzled. He heard the soft humming start up again, this time much closer. He felt the rumbling of it right where his hand was resting on Hannibal’s chest and he sighed contently, placing his head on the other man’s shoulder. 

They started to move, swaying to the beat of Hannibal’s humming and Will could only follow along, letting him take the lead. Behind closed eyes, he could see the colorful tendrils of notes floating in the dark abyss. 

He felt warm and safe in Hannibal’s arms and the way that the man touched him so carefully made him feel incredibly important, a necessity at long last. He didn’t know what he was doing, simply moving his feet along to the rhythm of the now visible notes, chasing after the beautiful tilt of the prism of a rainbow. 

His dancing was probably terrible, nothing at all to compare to Hannibal’s polished movements, the elegant and graceful way that he moved, using every part of his body with a knowledge that only came from either natural talent or years of practice. 

Hannibal didn’t voice any complaints and Will was grateful for that. He at least knew enough to prevent Hannibal’s feet from getting stepped on repeatedly. Admittedly, he wasn’t dancing as terribly as he usually did and Will knew that it was probably because this time, Hannibal was his partner. Strong arms were wrapped around his waist and Hannibal had stopped humming at some point, instead whispering endearments into his ear. He could feel his lips pulled up into an indulgent smile, the butterflies beating their thin wings against his insides at the sound of the deep accented voice.

This was a voice that he had the pleasure of hearing every day, every night. He heard it everywhere; even in his dreams. And he had not tired of it yet - he doubted that he ever would.

He didn’t know for how long they danced - he had soon lost himself to the feeling of Hannibal pressed up against him intimately and he didn’t care much for keeping track of time, anyway. He pulled away after a few minutes, albeit reluctantly. 

"We can’t let dinner go to waste." Will kissed Hannibal’s jaw apologetically, letting his lips linger against the heated skin. 

"Perhaps." Fingers grabbed hold of his chin, bringing his face up to meet Hannibal’s directly. Thin lips met his chastely, pulling away almost immediately after. Will silently mourned their loss.

Hannibal went back to stirring the stew and Will leaned back against the counter, giving him some space. 

He didn’t realize that he had been humming until Hannibal threw him an amused look, sanguine eyes twinkling happily.