"PUT US IN A ROOM TOGETHER AND I'LL FUCKING KILL HER."

"That'd be interesting to see, but unfortunately we must keep our best behavior, Teresa." Hannibal Lecter smiled at his guest. "And we'll make sure she won't entice your instincts, right Will?" He turned to his friend, who nodded with a pessimistic look on his face.

The therapist had a wonderful idea to bring that uncommon group together, Will, Teresa, Abigail Hobbs, and the infamous Freddie Lounds. In his conception, making amends with the journalist would not only clean Teresa's image in both the FBI and TattleCrime.com, but also increase her chances of returning to her job quicker. But Teresa didn't enjoy the idea of sitting across that redheaded on Hannibal's dining room, whenever they mentioned that woman's name, she wanted to scream.

"Abigail will be happy." Hannibal attempted to convince her. "Happy that you are attempting to understand her perspective, maybe we can still change her opinion on the book with a less direct and friendlier approach."

Will gazed at the doctor with a hint of conspiracy on them, it hadn't been long since he discovered Abigail Hobbs had killed Nicholas Boyle and received the therapist's help to hide the body. But now Jack had his suspicions, and although he wanted to protect the girl, he couldn't help but feel guilty about lying to Teresa about the subject. She had discovered the news through Beverly when the body was found, but of course, did not think that the girl could've done such a gruesome crime.

And there they were, all gathered with hidden truths and Hannibal's cooking smell filling the room. Teresa's black dress embraced each curve of her body in the most adequate way possible, it was an impossible challenge not to observe her figure, and she may have caught her best mentally ill agent staring at her a few times while Hannibal finished cooking dinner.

"I am quite excited." The doctor said with a sweet smile. "It's the first time I've actually managed to bring you two, my friends, to have dinner at my home."

"That would be great if we didn't have the Lounds issue." Teresa crossed her arms, relying on a nearby wall to hide her temper. "She better not speak to me."

"If you're going to make amends, one way or another you'll speak eventually." Will was honest and that made Teresa groan. "Come on, just one evening, you can do it."

"I know I have problems with my anger, but I don't want to fucking apologize to her." Teresa furrowed her eyebrows. "I don't regret it one bit, if I could, that bitch would be bald by now. Hannibal suppressed a laugh.

But the cooking was done, Hannibal served the dishes carefully, in ornamental ways that expressed elegance before picking up the door, where Abigail and Freddie stood outside, ready for the event.

"Hey." Will touched Teresa's arm, his honey-like tone made her sigh. "It'll be quick, you can do it." She shook her head. "We all know she's the wrong one here. We just need to do it for your job, for Abigail." He caressed her skin. "Do you care about her?"

"Of course I do." She looked at him uneasily.

"Then you'll be able to do it." He kissed her cheek, the warmth of his lips leaving a mark on her heart.

Will Graham was staring deep into her doll-like eyes when someone cleared their throat behind them? "They have arrived," Hannibal said, aware that he was interrupting the moment. Teresa's cheeks burned to the realization but she did not speak or justify, only joined them, that would be a long night.

...

Abigail Hobbs had much to say but instead remained quiet, attentive to her friend who she hadn't seen for so long, at this point Teresa was practically a sister to her and it hurt to be on those bad terms with her due to her decision.

"Your eyeshadow suits you" Teresa suddenly muttered as the noises of forks and chewing continued in the dining room, Abigail looked at her surprised. "It's really pretty."

"Thanks." She gave a small smile to her.

Freddie only watched the two, those same serious but sarcastic lips across her face, she was a beautiful woman, Teresa was well aware of that, the way her hair cascaded on her shoulders or how her blue eyes sparkled with imminent danger, it was something attractive to anyone, and she could understand why Brian Zeller slept with her. But she was too insufferable.

From the way she spoke to how she looked at people, even her breathing irritated Teresa. Complete opposites, no matter how the circumstances they would meet Teresa Brooks would have disliked her at first sight. But she was there, stuck to her chair, keeping her best behavior as a dog, while Freddie sat next to Abigail victoriously satisfied to watch Teresa suffer.

"I feel horrible, Miss Lounds," Hannibal said as he brought a dish with very little salad, it was almost as if he just used it as decoration, Teresa noticed he was quite a meat aficionado, all his meals were of a carnivore diet. He had a sublime and sophisticated art in cooking, and the taste was quite marvelous but intriguing like she had never had something similar before. "It never crossed my mind that you were a vegetarian. A flaw on my part."

Teresa rolled her eyes, she had nothing against vegetarians, but Freddie gloated about it like she deserved a noble prize. "No cruelty to animals, we must act like truly superior beings" Oh fuck off.

Freddie led a single part of lettuce to her mouth with delicacy. "Research always brings benefits." Her passive-aggressive tone attacked again.

"Keeping your mouth shut as well." The words escaped her lips before anyone could stop her.

Will Shut his eyes and prepared for the worst already, while Hannibal hid a small grin on his face to finally see some action.

Freddie Lounds smirked with hidden annoyance. "I believe your suspension still hasn't changed your behavior much, Miss Brooks." She pointed out, trying to strike a nerve. "Wasn't your primitive acts on our last meetings enough to suffice your anger on me?"

Teresa shook her head with a bitter tongue waiting to roll some bad words. "Not after your little deranged blog accused me of being crazy."

"If I do recall I compared you to a dog." She corrected with satisfaction, Abigail looked down, ashamed to be paired with this woman, but still brainwashed by the miraculous book idea. "I don't see what is wrong about writing about your...unstable behavior." She teased. "Madness isn't black or white is it? We are all unbalanced, in our own way."

"You choose the version of truth that best suits you and follows it unevenly" Will established instead, defending Teresa, who stood by his side, giving a discrete but grateful gaze to him.

But that did not pass by Freddie's attentive eye. "Everyone decides their own version of the truth" She pointed out. "That is why I want to tell Abigail's version of the truth."

"Then do it." Will spoke, and Teresa squirmed on her seat, he held her hand beneath the dining table to calm her crescent discomfort in front of that woman. 

"I don't have anything to hide."Abigail retorted as she stabbed some of the juicy, bloody meat on her plate.

"Everyone has something to hide," Freddie commented, and even Teresa had to agree with it. "But I won't tell you anything you don't want me to." The journalist reassured her.

Teresa took a deep breath, her dish was empty by now, it seemed like the more stressed she got, the faster she ate the meal. Will's thumb brushed against the back of her hand, he did not let it go for a second, as if he tried to remind her he was there the whole time. It was strange how he acted so kind and present like a boyfriend when in reality she didn't even know what they were anymore.

For now, she didn't wish to label it as something so meaningless, the word boyfriend had always sounded a bit dumb to her.

"I am sorry." The words made the dining table silent. Teresa took a deep breath before continuing. "For...acting so carelessly when I should've listened to Abigail." Freddie did not smile or say anything, only gave her time to continue speaking. "I was...violent and childish, and I promise that won't happen again." Abigail gave her a grateful smile. "You must understand that..we care about her a lot." Hannibal nodded.  "We just want to protect her."

"I appreciate the words, Miss Brooks." Freddie turned to her. "I understand it must be quite...hard for you to be eloquent and calm." Teresa still contained herself. "But Abigail is already exposed. Her silence until now has been taken as guilt." She explained. "This book is about her innocence. I want Abigail to have a future."

Teresa clenched her jaw, stopping her mind not to utter "And you want her money too". Luckily, Hannibal took the opportunity to speak instead. "That's what we all want as well." 

The guests entered in an agreement and Abigail seemed quite pleased, even though still a bit scared, as she shot Teresa a warm smile that she returned, her heart seemed to have started beating again, and maybe in that small sparkle, there was still hope for a better future.

"This is possibly the finest salad I've ever eaten in my life. Shame to ruin it with all that meat." Freddie did not waste an opportunity to offend someone.

Hannibal smirked like he mentally said something no one could listen to, Teresa made up in her mind what he could've said "Shut up, bitch" and it sounded almost too funny, making her grin.

"Miss Lounds." She turned to the journalist. "How much did it take for you to fix your hair again?" Freddie's eyes widened with her audacity. "I remember our last meeting caused great damage, I must say the hairstylist did a great job, looks almost adequate." 

Freddie muttered a "thank you" with much-contained anger, while Teresa spotted Will by her side, looking down not to laugh, squeezing her hand in a way to say "That's my girl"

...

It was a rather rushed call that shaked her being completely. It was supposed to be a normal misty morning where she'd be covered by the blankets on the sofa of her living room and watching TV when Beverly Katz called her.

Teresa picked up tranquilized, not worrying about a thing, with a smile ready to make a joke when her friends words came as a lethal winter breeze. "You need to come over now." She said ina  rather demanding tone.

"What?" Teresa sat still on the sofa, her eyebrows furrowing confused. "What happened-"

"It's Will." She said, and Teresa felt sick to the core, already fearing the worst.

"What happened? Is he okay?" She asked deperate, feeling her heart speed. "Is he okay? Bev-"

"He contaminated a crime scene." Beverly said and Teresa widened her eyes. "He touched a body, Teresa, he..." She sighed. "He recreated the crime on the corpse, you need to come over right now."

The world seemes to stop. tilting and unstable as Teresa tried to catch her breath. Will? Recreating a crime? It had gone too far, it got as bad as she feared it could have. It took a minute for her to recover.

"Send me the address, I'm on my way."

...

Will Graham's hands smelled like blood, no matter how hard he'd wash them, the image was still printed on his mind, the cold blade's sensation on his skin, the adrenaline pumping into his veins.

He could barely listen to Jack Crawford's complaints as they were now outside the victim's home, by the porch.

"I'm officially worried about you." Jack declared, watching the man with caution underneath his large brown hat's edge.

"Officialy?" Will retorted, even in that state his sassiness didn't fade away.

Jack continued to speak, but within the coldness of that snowy morning, a car a grey car stopped abruptly near the limits of the crime scene, where a figure got off from it, trying to pass through the cops.

"Fuck off, I'm from the FBI." Teresa Brooks showed her badge with authority as the cops gave space for her to pass.

Once in front of the house, as Jack finally spot her, he was ready to make a scene "Brooks, you are not supposed to be here-"

"I'm not here for you." She cut him off without thinking twice, ignoribg the man and walking straight towards Will.

His eyes sparkled with longing, as if he saw a light at the end of the tunnel, but when she came closer he took a step back in fear. Teresa looked at him quite startled.

"What are you doing here?" He asked hesitating.

"Katz told me what happened." She responded, and he sighed, as if Beverly had just admitted his weakness to his high school crush. "Come on, let's get out of here." She stood her hand to him.

He blinked. "What?"

"You heard me, enough of this bullshit, come on."

"He's not going anywhere with you, Brooks." Jack interrupted, walking between the two. "He's got a job to do."

"And you have the opportunity to not piss me off." She hissed at him, having enough. "Your agent recreated a crime scene with his bare hands and you're worried about the job? Are you fucking serious?"

"You're suspended but I'm still your superior, so I suggest you to lower your tone."

"Or what? You'll send me to a nut house? Go ahead, I don't give a shit. Prescribe cannabis too while you're at it." She rolled her eyes at him and Jack exhaled air with much anger. "Will, come on."

But Will Graham didn't change. He eas there, at the porch, with his heart conflicted. Mind twisted. And that savior, knight complex telling him to stay and do his job. Teresa got furious by his hesitation, but couldn't yell at him, not when he was so shocked as now.

"I...I gotta help the team first." He stuttered, adjusting the slippery glass on his nose.

Teresa sighed, but nodded. "Fine, I'll come in with you."

"No you won't." Jack retorted. "You're a suspended agent not authorized-"

"Either she comes in or I don't." Will gathered courage, bluntly establishing boundaries for once.

Jack widened his eyes, a bit surprised by their sudden connection, unaware of  their relationship, didn't they hate each other the other day? Maybe he had a lot to catch up.

He looked deeply into Brooks familiar eyes. "You better stay quiet at the corner. I don't want to hear a single word, you understand?"

She looked at him unbothered, at this point she wasn't even able to hate him more. The team came around, Beverly whispered a thank you to Teresa as she came into the house, Jimmy and Bryce nodded as well, but Jack...all he could do was show his clear disapproval through his face.

And that didn't scare her off at all.

...

It was quite a gruesome scene, someone who wasn't used to wouldn't be able to handle being there. The smell, the blood, the small room where the air only confirmed the death existent there. It was suffocating at most.

Teresa watched the team with some nostalgia, how long has it been since she joined them in a scene like that? 15 days? Yes, she may have counted. It wasn't the creepy atmospheres or the adrenaline that excited her, but the fa t that they could actually help putting those criminals behind bars did bring out a better part of her.

Now she could only stay still and watch.

"I found clean fingerprints at knife handle." Jimmy examined with his gloves and his cunning eyesight. His discovery quickly made him give a bittersweet smile to Will. "I imagine they're yours."

Will Graham had never felt so embarrassed in his whole life. "Sorry" He mumbled uneasy, only to later look at Teresa as a child who did a mess and asked for forgiveness.

Someone who looked at her from the outside would wow themselves by how collected and calm she appeared to be. It's not everyday you discovered that the guy you have a thing with, is cutting bodies in crime scenes using the crime's weapon at the same time. But truth is she was anxious underneath that strong structure. She couldn't help but look at wull concerned, wondering if could snap out of his current state to a dangerous and unknown one at any moment.

She hated to admit it, but it was a good thing she had bought another gun after she was suspended and the FBI took hers. She only wished to never use it.

"After cutting off the victim's face...it looks liek he tried to pull her skin back" Zeller wondered.

Will seemed to have had an epiphany at that instant. Teresa watched careful. "Like it was removing a mask?" He muttered. Zeller shuddered his shoulders, unable to provide an answer.

For the rest of the inspecion, Will became deadly silent, as if he was in a world of own, a threatning imagination no one could reach to.

And Teresa couldn't help but fear it.

...

After showing a middle finger to Jack Crawford, Teresa dragged her favorite weirdo to the passenger seat of her car, not giving him the choice of resisting before she started to drive back to his house in Wolf Trap.

It took 4 R&B songs on the radio and 3 street signs to make him speak again. "You were fast." Will muttered, his eyes on the road.

Teresa gazed at him slightly before turning back to the street, hands tight on the wheel. "Fast? What do you mean?"

"To come here after me."

She pursed her lips, she didn't want to admit she pratically ran to see him, to appear so clingy. "Katz said it was an emergency."

He nodded. "My sort of emergency." She stood quiet. "Did you think I..."He hesitated to speak, taking a deep breath. "...Did you think I killed someone before she told you?"

Teresa widened her eyes. "What? No. No-"

"I saw it in your eyes." He looked at her timid, almost in a sorrow tone. "You were scared...and so was I."

Teresa couldn't reply, maybe he was right, she did fear what he was capable of doing, her heart almost stopped at that phone call. But admitting it would by make him feel worse.

He knew he was right about his suspicion, and thr fact that he managed to scare her made him hate himself for it. His head relied on the srat.

"I can't remember." He confessed. "I can't remember seeing the crime scene before I started killing the girl again." Teresa tightned her hands to the wheel.  "I could see it...I could see myself cutting her, watching her die, like I was there when she died. Like I...." He clenched his jaw. "Like I did it."

"You didn't do it." Teresa quickly responded.

"But I felt like I did it." He answered frustrated. "I...I looked at myself in the mirror and I didn't recognize myself...like I was just a stranger."

"That wasn't you"

"No, that wasn't me." He nodded. "But it's different, it feels different, Teresa." He looked at her with much concern. "It could be anything...a seizure, a tumor."

"A mental ilness." She suggested.

Will Graham stood silent.

"You need to seek help." She continued. "Look, if I, the most stubborn person you know, tried to seek help, you can do it too" She tried to joke but he couldn't smile. "Please, Will." Her voice was soft gentle, and when he realized they were already in front of his house.

Teresa had turned to him, pulled oger the car, engine off as all her senses were focused on him. He sighed deeply as she held his hands in hers, the same hands he was killing before, they trembled in fer. "Okay." He nodded. "I'll ask Hannibal if he can recommend ne a doctor tomorrow." She gave a half smile and kissed his knuckles, a blush across his face. "Teresa, I...I held that knife, I-"

"You're not a killer." She whispered back, touching his cheek. "These are not the hands of a killer, alright?" She assured him. "It won't happen again."

"What if it does? What if I..."He suspended his breath. "What if I actually hurt someone?"

She couldn't promise him that, but she could lie to both of them. "You won't." She shook her head and kissed his hands again.

He sighed,, melting into her touch, eatching from afar the dogs at the porch. "Can you stay tonight?" He asked gently. A fragile half smile on his face. "Pretty please?" He joked.

Teresa smiled. "Thought you'd never ask."

...

A yellow glowing dot in the middle of the freezing dark snowy evening. Inside, a mountain of dogs would gather together, trying to warm each other while taking a nap, except for one of them, a bit more resteless, Winston, would follow his owner and the woman beside him everywhere.

The pet's eyes followed as Will Graham sat down, Teresa Brooks next to him, arms around each other, cuddling as they watched the snow outside in complete silence, taking the crescent previous fear from his body away with the cold breeze.

Sometimes Will would just stop, he would look at the woman with her head resting on her shoulder and feel time surrounding him become meaningless. Everything was slow motion, slow emotion, a flash of sensations that made his heart ache.

He wished to memorize each detail of her, recall each expression and sound, only to remeber it many times later, rejecting the ghosts that haunt his consciouness, not only for an act of defense, but to imagine being there again, in some sort of capsule of warmth, companionship and trust.

When she shifted her her head and caught him staring, a blush covered his cheeks, making Teresa smiled so sweetly, he melted.

"You're quiet." She muttered as she pinched his cheeks, making him chuckle. "What's going on through that empty head?"

He gave a half smile at her joke. "You." Was the answer that escaped his lips, so intomate and so quick that he almost regret of being too much.

In situations like these Teresa would probably pull away, distancing, but she couldn't help it. In that moment,  with that tiny little word, she just caressed his shallow beard, fingertips reaching his nape, pulling him close. By now, his eyes were already half closed, unable to resist, as his lips brushed slightly against hers, the tip of her tongue asking for permission to fill him with her warmth.

Winston had already lied and slept by their feet when Teresa kissed Will Graham, a delicate but passionate kiss  that felt like a slow 80s ballad. The making out section didn't develop into sex this time, it was rather a moment of appreciation, admiration, touching faces and sharing embraces, warm breaths tickling cheeks and exchanging timid happy smiles.

Foreheads touching, breathing break, her eyes so wide when he stared at them, they glistened like porcelain, they brown shade dark and comforting, he could stare at them for hours, days even.

"What's with that face?" She whispered, her gaze lingering as she brushed her fingers in his lower lip, Will Graham surrended to her touching, hipnotized by that woman. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

He opened his mouth to speak but failed, how could he even begin to express what he felt? Those weren't just butterflies in his stomach, like you have with a silly crush, it was that sort of fire, burning longing. He wanted to stay with her, secluded in that house in the woods for centuries, to sink his head into her chest and inhale her perfume that now became the scent of home, kiss, worship each spot of her body as a temple of adoration, admire her figure without saying a thing. No, he couldn't express that into words.

"Just looking" His hoarse, whispery tone made her grin, while his heart eyes showered her with the joy he felt.

A sound came fron the kitchen, Teresa adjusted herself on the sofa, standing up promptly. "The cookies!" She announced as she rushed to the kitchen, his gaze following her curves and chuckling as she almost tripped on a carpet and fell on the way.

Teresa came back a while later, holding a small bowl full of chocolate cookies that awakened the dogs. Will got them some food to satisfy their hunger, while Teresa served him one of her so called masterpieces.

She looked at the clock on the wall, it was already past 23 p.m. "Wow it's getting late." She spoke. "We should go sleep."

Will groaned against it. "Oh no, not yet" he didn't want his dream to end. "Let's stay up just a bit more" He pleaded, kissing her cheeks and then her neck, making her sigh.

"Okay." She messed his curly hair strands, noticing the black circkes around his eyes. "But not too much, you need to rest." Teresa decided to set an alarm. "Can you grab my phone in my purse, please?"

He nodded, as his hand dived in the brown fake leather purse searching for her phone when his hands met some cold object instead, he gripped onto it and lifted out of the purse, an eyebroe rising as sniffed. "Nail polish? You carry this around?".

Teresa saw the black liquid he showed off, it matched the same color of her nails. "Hey."She took it from his hands. "You never know when you need to fix them."

He chuckled, as suddenly, her smile turned into a rather mischievous one, like she elaborated a plan. "Uh oh..."He shook his head. "I know that look."

Teresa jumped at him, and even if Will Graham tried to escape, she had already straddled him on the ground, laughing at her excitement. He pretended to try to break free, when instead he wanted to be encaged by her forever.

"You're not painting my nails, no!" He giggled.

"Just once, come on!" She asked as she grabbed his wrists, chortling as he tried to shake and escape. "Will, please, I promise you'll look cool-"

"You're not fooling me into being your doll, no-ah-"He moaned at the sensation of her hips grinding against his crotch, it felt too good. "Fuck, Teresa..." He sighed.

"You know I think you'd look very sexy if you let me doll you up." She smirked, leaning down and dropping a kiss on his neck, making Will shiver. "I would love to see those dark nails on my neck-"

"Shit" He groaned as she dry humped on him twice. "Okay, okay you win."

"Yes!" Teresa celebrated as she got off him, looking down with a wide smile. "I promise I'll take care of that later." He noticed the big erection on his pants as she pointed out.

In a few moments later, Will's dark nails were drying, Teresa was there, Legs around his waist as she drew the eyeliner on him, faces close, hands on her back, as he smiled like silly.

He expected to hate it at first, but later on she liked to feel her hands holding his as she applied the nail polish, to let her giggle as she continued to make his face look like a 2000s goth girl, stopping from time to time to exchange soft kisses.

"I think I'm done." She declared as she grabbed the mirror by their side. "Ready?"

"Let's just get this over with." He rolled his eyes.

The reflection showed a dark eyeshadow palette on his eyelids, it was bold yet discrete, it was something a lead rock band's singer would wear, while his lips were this crimson scarlet to black shade that contrasted against his skin.

Will Graham had never even imagines of pulling off that style, but he did.

"What do you think?" Teresa clapped her hands smiling.

"It's...something." He smirked, knowing he looked appealing as fuck, lowering the mirror. "What do you think?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

Teresa bit her lip as she looked him, his hand gripping on her chin, the dark nails showing off in an edgy aesthetic. "I think I want to ruin it so bad." She teased as he scoffed.

"All this work for nothing?"

"It's not for nothing..." He pulled his thumb and put in her mouth, sucking it off slowly tongue twirling against his skin sending eletric shivers across his body. With a wet sound she let the finger off her mouth. "I just think that it won't stay on for too long, especially that lipstick."

Will chuckled, wasting no time as he pullled her close and kissed so harshly, so desperately that the dark lipstick smudged across both their faces. "I guess you're right" He joked as he kissed creating dark stamps on her cheeks, her forehead. "Lie down."

Without a single second thought, Teresa obeyed, he lifted shirt, stamling her chests and nipples, while she moaned. Later dropped to her stomach, claiming his favorite spots until his skillfull fingers unbottuned her jeans.

"One place left to mark." He teased as Teresa trembled, her breath dragged. "What's wrong? Thought you wanted this..." He continued sending her to the edge. dark nails met the wet frabric of her panties. "All of this for me?" He sniffed her scent, making her go crazy. "What a good girl you are, Brooks"

Teresa's eyes were shut quick when he started to eat her out through the fabric, her fingers dived into his hair, pulling her against him. "Will..."She moaned, and each time she spoke her name his cock becane harder. "Will that feels so good..."

He smirked like the devil, the lipstick already gone as he rushed to meet her lips again, her hand could feel his cock pulsating. "I need to fuck you" He whispered, as his tongue invaded her mouth, his cock rubbing against her pusy. "I can't wait anymore".

She nodded quick in agreement as they wirked on removing all their clothes, skins brushing and warm, he set a blanket above them to protect themselves against the cold, although both would sweat soon.

When he felt her hand wrap around his dick, a groan escaped his lips, Will spread her legs, and without any gentleness or warning, he invaded her pussy, both of them moaning loudly, turning the roon completely erotic as he begun to pound into her.

Teresa sharped sloppy wet kisses with him, nails scratching his back while one of his hands held tight to her neck, not fierce enough to choke but hold on, watching the lust in her eyes.

"Damn it, you just feel even better everytime." He praised and Teresa brcame a hot mess underneath him, hair all across the pillow, enjoying the touch of his cold hand around her neck, sighing teasingly to him. His thrusts became faster. "If you feel this is not good, you tell me." He advised. "Okay?" She nodded as he slammed his dick inside, with whispery breaths. "We both gotta feel this, if not, I'll stop."

"Don't stop" She asked, and that just send him across his limits.

His body shook fastly, as he watched his cock disappear over and over fastly inside her, completely wet by now. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, lips parted unabke to speak while that animal fucked her incessantly.

"Look at me." he cupped her face as his hips continued to slam against hers, soft sounds escaled her mouth as her eyes turned to his with much struggle. "Look at me, yeah...just like that" He exhales and scrunched his nose trying to keep it together. "Yes...yes..."They both moaned in pure ecstasy, it's like they were made to have that connection, it was addicting.

But what he loved more was the way she looked at him, so intensely, so sweet yet sexy, and all his thoughts about jow that woman was the only one that managed to capture his essence, erase his ghosts, came back again, making him not just fuck her, but actually make love to her, make her feel excellent. He wanted her to feel that, to feel his growing admiration, attachment and obssession, all through his touch. She wasn't just a fucking night stand, a casualty, she became the center of his thoughts, his unexpected best friend...the woman his heart beated for, that his body ached for.

He wouldn't stop kissing her, like at each kissed he worshiped her, and he wouldn't stop staring at her to remind himself it was her, that he was there in that very monent with her and only her. "I want you..."He whispered, almost letting escape another three words he thought daily about now. His thumb warmly caressrd her cheek. "I want you, Tess, more than anything."

His softness but roughness made her scream, she tightned around him, making Will groan as well, both holding tight, to one another, she bit his lower lip, her legs closed around his waist, as they bodies shuddered, collapsed into a unified orgasm that made them breathless.

He didn't get off her, not just yet. Teresa was on the pill, and having his cum and his cock buried deep inside felt too good to stop just yet.

No, he wamted to see her, that dishelved afterglow smile on her face, as they giggled to one another and shared quick kisses of happiness.

It was just then, when looking deeply at Teresa Brooks, that Will Graham felt all his insecurities fly away, while he encolusred himself into the comforting quietness of that room, into the sensation of hin inside her, their warms holding each other close.

He brushed away one dark hair strand from her face, anxious to tell what was hammering inside his being, afraid of her reaction, but willing to give it all. That eletric cutrent would kill him if he didn't say it, so he just did. "I think I'm falling for you" He whispered. Teresa looked at him speechless, her lips just a bit parted, god she was so beautiful, in and out, he was gong crazy. "I...I don't know how it started but...I just am." He continued, and he could feel something that resembled his desire in her eyes, but also some conflict. When Teresa motioned that she would speak, he led one of his fingers to her mouth to silence her. "It's okay, I won't push it." He warmly noted. "Just stay tonight." And every night, and the night after, he wishe to add, but didn't.

Reassured of staying silent was what he wished for, Teresa only staed back at him while Wull Graham finally got off from her, already feeling a sense of emptiness. He spooned her body, as he made sure to cover her with the blanket, his lips met her head, her nape,  as he only held her close.

"Good night, Brooks." He whispered, and the world became quiet.