The idea of shopping for furniture and china gives Will momentary pause, not because he thinks Hannibal is brushing off their obvious mutual desires but because of the very clear (and likely intentional) parallel the concept makes. Furnishing a home, buying dishes and flatware, is something a new married couple might do together. This escape, the two of them running off to Europe side by side, is very indicative of an elopement. When they arrive in Paris, they will start their new lives together as, essentially, newlyweds, with all the associated benefits.
Hannibal's raised eyebrow is all Will needs to see to know that their first act upon crossing the threshold will, in fact, be a consummation of their union, and in exactly the same fashion they would if they were legally bound in matrimony.
It makes Will think that Hannibal truly sees their future in that light, that their partnership is founded on many things: friendship, understanding, desire, and love. And, though striving for discretion, they will appear as companions and lovers to anyone who might pay close enough attention, and it causes a strange hope to surface in Will, a burgeoning yearning to someday be presented to the world as Hannibal's husband. He doesn't imagine they'll ever celebrate actual nuptuals, but the idea of them both wearing wedding bands has a appeal that Will can't deny.
"I can't say I'm not looking forward to some of those impending errands," Will remarks, and he takes a small step sideways into Hannibal's direction, something that looks like an easy shifting of body weight, but he's close enough now to brush his fingers over the back of Hannbai's hand where it hangs at his side, He wants to touch more, to drive Hannibal back into the shadows and feel him, press their bodies together. The further they get into their journey the more Will craves contact, the harder the lust for Hannibal is to contain. He already knows he'll be aching the entire flight, at least as long as he's awake, that by the time they arrive in Hannibal's exquisite, Parisian apartment Will won't have an ounce of patience left.
He imagines their first time in France will be desperate and messy, mostly still dressed and crude, rutting bodies and biting kisses culminating in their collapse in the middle of the floor, sticky and panting. Will shivers at the thought and swallows hard, both anxious for the taxi to arrive and hoping it's delayed a little longer, allowing them a few more precious moments alone.
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Hannibal's raised eyebrow is all Will needs to see to know that their first act upon crossing the threshold will, in fact, be a consummation of their union, and in exactly the same fashion they would if they were legally bound in matrimony.
It makes Will think that Hannibal truly sees their future in that light, that their partnership is founded on many things: friendship, understanding, desire, and love. And, though striving for discretion, they will appear as companions and lovers to anyone who might pay close enough attention, and it causes a strange hope to surface in Will, a burgeoning yearning to someday be presented to the world as Hannibal's husband. He doesn't imagine they'll ever celebrate actual nuptuals, but the idea of them both wearing wedding bands has a appeal that Will can't deny.
"I can't say I'm not looking forward to some of those impending errands," Will remarks, and he takes a small step sideways into Hannibal's direction, something that looks like an easy shifting of body weight, but he's close enough now to brush his fingers over the back of Hannbai's hand where it hangs at his side, He wants to touch more, to drive Hannibal back into the shadows and feel him, press their bodies together. The further they get into their journey the more Will craves contact, the harder the lust for Hannibal is to contain. He already knows he'll be aching the entire flight, at least as long as he's awake, that by the time they arrive in Hannibal's exquisite, Parisian apartment Will won't have an ounce of patience left.
He imagines their first time in France will be desperate and messy, mostly still dressed and crude, rutting bodies and biting kisses culminating in their collapse in the middle of the floor, sticky and panting. Will shivers at the thought and swallows hard, both anxious for the taxi to arrive and hoping it's delayed a little longer, allowing them a few more precious moments alone.