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Will yawned as he read over the same paragraph a second time. He was going over a paper on which one of Hannibal's colleagues had asked his opinion. Though he isn't sure how to convey it to his husband's colleague that their paper was a solid B+, great content but monotonous and sometimes repetitive.
Ding.
Everytime his phone gets a notification these days, he fears it's one of his friends raving about something his daughter posted on her social media. He should maybe set a notification bell for Abigail's social media, that way at least he wouldn't be taken by surprise.
He felt Hannibal looking at him from the other end of the couch, wanting to know if it was Jack. He shook his head as he unlocked his phone and was surprised that it was actually a message from Abigail. Since she was at the University this week and having just talked an hour ago, before Lily went to bed, he wasn't expecting to hear from her for the rest of the night.
She had sent him a video. Was she asking for permission to post it? He played the video.
Abigail was speaking something on the screen. He tried to turn the volume up only to find that the video was without sound. She was walking down the steps of their house. She stops at the turn, and flips the screen.
It was a shot of their front door. Hannibal steps into the frame, his back to the camera. How does he still manage to look dapper in a sweater? Hannibal opens the door to reveal him.
He remembers this from last week. He had returned after having spent most of day driving around in Jack's car instead of teaching. He had looked up at Hannibal with tired eyes, grateful that he wouldn't have to say anything to make his husband understand what kind of a day he had had.
He had walked two quick steps and hugged Hannibal, wrapping his arms tightly around his husband's waist and resting his head on his shoulder. Hannibal had let the door swing close and wrapped his strong arms around his, effectively holding him up.
Hannibal nuzzled his head, taking deep inhales, he petted Will's hair back from his forehead. Will smiled, relaxing even more into his husband's arms as he felt a long and wet kiss pressed to his forehead.
Two fingers came under his chin, tilting his face up. Hannibal pecked his lips gently. The hand on his jaw shifted to wrap around the back of his head. Taking advantage of the gasp he let out as his hair were softly tugged, Hannibal sealed their lips together.
Will felt a tingling in his groin as he watched himself be kissed for- he checked the time on the video -thirty-four long and passionate seconds.
The video cut off as they pulled back for air. Though Hannibal had pressed another kiss to his forehead before gently pulling him in the direction of the kitchen. Neither of them had been aware at the time that they had an audience. That night, Hannibal had been the most caring alpha that Will could have ever dreamt of mating.
Thought you'd like this. I miss you guys. Love you.
Will smiled at the message from his daughter, feeling a warm burst of emotions in his chest.
Stop recording us. We miss you and love you too, darling.
He texted back. He looked over to his husband, who was taking a sip from his wine glass while reading the thick tome perched between his crossed legs and the arm of the couch. So dainty, he thought, giggling.
Will put his phone down and the paper he was reading on the side table and crawled next to Hannibal, slotting himself under his husband's arm, which came to rest around his shoulders. He laid his head on his husband's chest and wrapped his arms around his waist.
Hannibal put his glass down and closed the book on his lap, carefully placing it on the side table, he brought the other hand to hold Will's hand resting on his waist.
"Abigail?" Hannibal asked.
Will nodded his head. Of course, his husband would know whose text could get him feeling so mushy.
Hannibal's grip on him tightened slightly. A soft kiss, much like the one in the video was pressed to his forehead, making him smile. He tilted his head up to meet his husband's eyes before saying, in a gentle whisper, "I love you, Hannibal."
He would not have believed the look in his husband's eyes could get any more saccharine, but it did. "And I you, my love."
Will felt his happiness reverberated in Hannibal's eyes as they shared a smile. He closed his eyes, before his tears could start to roll down, and kissed his husband.