Main Hannibal Fan Fiction page | new stories page | Will/Hannibal slash page | other pairings page | gen stories page

Title: A Meeting of Hearts
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Everett Hobbs (Original Character)
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 18, Kiss
Author's Note: Everett's face is Benedict Cumberbatch.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Will Graham or Lee Fallon, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


Will was here. Will was a free man. He was out of prison at last.

And Will was walking towards him, those intense blue eyes glowing with what Everett wanted to feel was the light of love, or at least of something that could become love.

He held out a hand, forcing himself not to run towards Will and sweep the other man into his arms. It was all that he had wanted to do from the first time he'd sat across from him that cell and gazed into those incredible eyes -- and now, he was free to do so.

But hugging Will here, pulling him into an embrace, wasn't the thing to do. That would have to wait until they had some privacy, alone behind closed doors.

Still, it was so hard to be patient, to make himself wait.

He didn't want to wait, Everett realized. And he didn't have to. He was free to do whatever he wanted. There was no reason for him to keep his hands off Will.

Without thinking, he held out both arms, stepping forward, one step, then another. Was it his imagination, or did Will's footsteps quicken? Was he nearly running to get to Everett, the look of anticipation on his face mirrored on Everett's own features?

He didn't stop to think about that. He just held out his arms, a smile spreading across his face, that smile growing wider with each step that Will took towards him.

Then Will was in his arms, and their lips met in a sweet, fierce kiss that was as heady as fine wine, a kiss that both of them let themselves fall into.

It was a meeting not only of lips, but of hearts. Everett could feel Will's arms wrap tightly around him, pulling him close; his own arms were snugly around Will's waist, refusing to let go. It was as though all of those feelings they'd kept hidden were now pouring out.

He couldn't have let Will go even if he'd wanted to. He had waited too long for this kiss, this embrace, for these feelings to come to the surface and burst out.

He wanted to let them overtake him, to submerge him in emotion.

When they both finally pulled back from the kiss, Everett raised a hand to push Will's hair back from his face, gazing into those intensely blue eyes.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he whispered, his voice almost breaking with the strength of what he was feeling. "I've wanted to hold you and kiss ever since the first time I saw you. It's hard to believe that I"m finally free to do it. It's like a dream come true."

Will nodded, his own voice soft and husky with emotion when he spoke. "All I could think about when I was leaving was that I'd be coming to you."

All Everett could do was nod, and pull Will into his arms for another sweet, lingering kiss.