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Will is sitting on the couch and reading a book, nothing too exciting but quite likeable when he suddenly hears the soft notes of a piano starting to fill the room.
He looks up frowning and is greeted by Hannibal’s extended hand and such a loving smile that Will’s stomach and heart feel all warm and tingly. It reminds him yet again how much he loves this man he married so many years ago and how nothing could ever stop his heart from feeling that way. No matter how much they might have hurt each other they belong together, one not able to live without the other.
Will smiles back with the same love in his eyes and for a moment they just stare at each other, too caught up in and intrigued by one another. The love filling the room is almost tangible.
“Would you like to dance with me, Will?” His voice holds an affection and gentleness that only ever has been directed at Will and him alone.
“Of course, Hannibal.”
Will stands up and grabs the offered hand gently. Hand in hand they make their way to a free space in the room, the vinyl playing a classical piece in the back.
Almost as of their own accord their hands lace together, find their predestined place. Will rests his other hand on Hannibal’s shoulder, while Hannibal’s find their way to Will’s waist. Hannibal moves his foot forward while Will sets his back, and they repeat the action with the other foot. Soon they’ve found their rhythm, almost as if they have never done anything else in their life, and they are spinning to the beat of the piano. Their eyes are never leaving the others, their breaths mingle and soon it feels like they are becoming one entity, like their souls are connecting, trying to merge together. The whole world around them seems to vanish, they are trapped inside their own world that consists only of them.
They keep on dancing long after the song has ended and only slowly come down from that intimate moment.
They still and only their fast and ragged breaths can be heard.
Neither of them speaks for a while, both trying to comprehend what just happened but never turning their eyes from each other.
Slowly Will finds his voice again and tries to form the appropriate words. “That was… incredible. It felt almost as if I was leaving my body. I’ve never experienced anything like this, not even when I stepped inside the mind of a killer.” Will says after he’s caught his breath. His voice sounds incredulous, almost frightened.
“It was beautiful.” His voice shaken, still staring deep into the amber eyes opposite him.
Hannibal’s smile widens knowingly. He rests his forehead against Will’s and cups his cheeks. “I love you so much, Will.”
“And I love you, Hannibal.” As if to confirm his words, he kisses him passionately. They never forget this moment and dancing has become a weekly routine for them.
It’s almost as good as killing together and their bond has become even stronger than it was before.