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Title: Sweet Innocence
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Everett Hobbs (Original Character)
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 34, Innocence
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.


He'd kissed Will. And he wanted to do it again, as soon as he possibly could.

Everett raised a hand to his lips, feeling somewhat dazed. He hadn't expected to kiss Will, but when the power had gone out, he'd seen the chance and taken it.

He couldn't have held himself back if he'd wanted to -- which, of coruse, he hadn't. Will's lips had been so soft and sweet; he could swear that he'd tasted innocence on those lips, an innocence that went far beyond that which he was trying to prove legally.

No, the innocence he'd found on Will's lips had been physical innocence. He didn't doubt that Will had been kissed before, but never in the way they had kissed.

Did Will's lips still tingle the same way that his own did?

He could still taste that sweet innocence on his own lips, still feel the warmth and passion that Will's lips had sent rushing through his body, sparkling in his veins.

All he wanted at this moment was to go back to the prison, find some way to make the lights go out again for an even longer period of time, and kiss Will senseless. He wanted to take the younger man into hsi arms, to feel that slender body next to his own.

This wasn't what he had expected when he'd first offered to defend Will Graham. He hadn't expected to fall in love with his client.

This wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to lust after the man he was supposed to be working to defend. He wasn't supposed to have these kinds of feelings.

But obviously, what he was supposed to feel and what he did feel were two different things. What was more, he could swear that Will felt the same way about him; he could taste not only innocence on those sweet lips, but desire as well.

Will wanted him, just as much as he wanted Will. Everett could see it in those blue eyes when their gazes met, could feel it in the electricity that sizzled between them.

But what good would it do either one of them, if he couldn't free Will from prison?

He couldn't let Will stay in that hellish place for much longer. He didn't belong there; Lecter should be the one behind bars, paying for his own crimes.

He was running out of time, and he knew it. Will knew it, too; if he didn't, then that kiss wouldn't have been so desperate. What would happen if he couldn't find a way to prove Will's innocence? Would he suffer the fate of being sentenced to death, dying for someone else's crimes?

Everett set his jaw, his eyes narrowing. No. He wasn't going to let that happen to Will. He'd find a way to beat this. Somehow, he would find a way.

Both of their futures depended on him discovering a way out.