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They have dinner down to a science after a while, a regimented routine of Will cutting and Hannibal cooking, so simple yet so effective.
Will often leans into him before he tosses peppers into the pan or the potatoes into the pots of water.
"I see you want dinner late again."
Will grins as he goes back to cutting.
"If it means what I think it means...."
Will leans over to kiss him, the knife nicking his finger as blood runs down. "Shit."
He rushes to the sink, laughing. "See what you made me..."
Hannibal's silence should have been his first clue. Though when he sees his face Will grabs a kitchen towel wrapping it around his finger before he turns off the stove.
Hannibal looks lost, eyes filled with tears, and he brings him out of the kitchen to the living room.
"Hey, hey," He whispers, hugging him as they lay, "Where are you going without me?"
Hannibal sighs, burying his face into Will's neck, and Will pets his head as he hears, "The last meal mother and I cooked. It....Mischa cut her finger and I....I was her..." his voice cracks, "Doctor. She called me Doctor."
Will kisses his temple, closing his eyes, and can see it clear as day.
Young Hannibal giving his sister first aid in the bathroom. The two of them smiling.
"She was your first patient then?"
Hannibal nods against his cheek and sighs, his eyes closed now as Will can feel him nuzzling.
"Yes."
"And seeing the blood...."
He grips Will's neck almost painfully. "You are the only person I've cooked with other than my family, Will. The only person. I....do not delight in seeing you spill your own blood even accidentally."
Will smiles, finding his lips blindly. The kiss they share is chaste, barely a touch, and when he opens his eyes he whispers, "Maybe we need to make more new memories for our memory palaces. Better ones. We haven't tried sexy cooking yet, have we?"
Hannibal opens his eyes, a tear falling down his face, and Will licks it.
He likes seeing Hannibal's blood more than his tears.
Hannibal smiles at him. "No, we have not."
Will grins, teary eyed, and kisses him again deeper this time. He waits until Hannibal is clinging before he pulls back, standing up now.
"How about...." he starts to take off his clothes, "I can be your innocent new sous chef who you make wear nothing but...."
Hannibal pulls him down again, rolling them over, and soon Will has no words only moans.
Dinner is late.
Again.
And there is no sexy cooking.
But they do have sex in the kitchen.
There is sexy naked dinner after at Will's insistence.
"For more happy new memories."
Hannibal, of course, is more than happy for any kind of memories with Will.
Though he doesn't tell him every single one he has locked in his memory palace since the fall he considers happy.
How could they not be?
He has Will.