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Sunday March 2nd
Several days later and it felt like Will was still recovering from his joint encounter with Hannibal and Nigel. It hadn't taken very long before Abigail had all but pounced on him and demanded to know all the dirty details. He'd managed to get through it without blushing or stammering too much, but what was harder was getting through his story while watching Abigail getting off to his words. The end details were glossed over as Will had decided he'd been patient enough and dove forward to spread her thighs and lick her until she was coming on his tongue with loud, shuddering cries.
Since then, Abigail had been suspiciously quiet and Will could guess what was on her mind. Undoubtedly she either had managed to get everyone to agree to the veritable orgy she was plotting, or she intended to orchestrate it despite anyone's reticence. Truth be told, Will was pretty sure that the only possible roadblock would be Hannibal, and even then Will was sure he wouldn't refuse if the opportunity presented itself. With that in mind, Will had some idea of what Abigail would be planning. Sure enough, after dinner, while Hannibal was washing up and Nigel was smoking on the porch outside, Will received a text asking him to come up to her room...
Abigail was vibrating with nervous, excited energy. That night when she had been suspiciously left to her own devices, she had gone to bed at not even 11pm to find the upstairs weirdly dark and silent. She had been a ball of curiosity, even texting Nigel from under the covers in the dark to try and get some details, but no reply. All of them passed out at that time? That could only have been a good sign, but frustrating nonetheless.
Abigail had practically shoved Will into the wall the next day when he got back thankfully early from class, such was the force with which she grabbed him. She had teased him, begged him, calculatedly taken off her clothes 'to change', until he cracked and the filthy memories came tumbling from his gorgeous lips. It had worked. She made him watch her touch herself until those lips were on her...and she had been scheming ever since her orgasm subsided.
Hannibal usually gave her what she wanted, within reason, and she had taken his credit card to get 'new jeans' but spent forever perusing the fancy underwear instead. He had bought her some stuff at Christmas, and she had got herself one or two nice-ish things before her life turned on it's head, but this had to be different. This had to be something none of them had seen, but all of them would like. They were all such different men, such different lovers really. She had gone for dark colours and tactile fabrics, just the right side of dirty...she hoped...and now she was standing wearing it, scrutinising herself in the mirror. She had gently waved her hair and put a little makeup on her eyes but she knew they would barely notice. It was just to give her the nerve to do this, to press send on the message that would bring Will up to find her like this, and hopefully she could finally have what she wanted...
Will found her standing there, in lingerie he didn't even know she owned, all black lace and dark blue satin, making her look far more mature than he'd ever seen her. She looked breathtaking and he was half-hard almost immediately. "Oh damn, Abby..." He whispered. "You look beautiful, darlin'."
Abigail nipped at her lip and blushed. "Really?" She asked, still a little hesitant, hence why she had wanted Will over the others. "I wanted to surprise you...all of you." She added, her eyes dancing with mischief.
Will drew closer, standing before her and running his hands over her hips. "Mmm, they're gonna love it. I know I do." Will smirked and pulled her close. He cupped her face, thumb brushing over her cheek and admiring the effort she put into the subtle makeup around her eyes before leaning down and kissing her softly. Will had no doubt in his mind that the night would soon turn desperate and dirty, but before that he wanted to make sure to savor Abigail like this - all dolled up for them, ready and ripe for the taking.
Will's lips on hers, the look on his face before he had kissed her, made Abigail weak. That and the feeling of his clothes scratching against all her exposed skin, rough pants against her thighs and soft shirt on her belly, and she melted into his arms. He smelled so good and she let him back her gently up against the wall, clinging to his sides as he nibbled down her neck. Her heart raced as he made quick work of turning her on, and she thought of all that they could do with her.
Will sucked little kisses at the join of her neck and shoulder, hand tangled into her long, dark hair and decided to help her carry out her plan. He slid his phone out of his pocket and quickly composed a message one-handed, before she could notice his slight lapse in concentration. He stuffed his cell back in his jeans and immersed himself in the sensation of her soft little body trapped by his own...
*
Nigel blew smoke into the garden and pulled his phone out to read the text that vibrated it.
Will 19:39
Come upstairs ;)
He made a low noise of intrigue to himself and tossed his cigarette butt into the neighbour's garden, before heading eagerly back into the house.
Will's eyes flicked up from where he was nibbling at Abigail's shoulder, finger hooked in her bra strap, as the door opened and Nigel sauntered in. He smiled against her skin and pulled back as Abigail allowed herself to be peeled gently from where he had her pinned against the wall. "What do you think?" She asked flirtatiously, emboldened by the rush of hormones through her body.
Will threaded his hands around her waist from behind and pressed little kisses under her ear. Abigail placed her hands over his and giggled. Nigel watched hungrily as Will all but displayed her for him, wide blue eyes locked on his own even as his mouth teased at her, nodded in answer with a filthy smirk and joined them....
Hannibal was just finishing up the dishes when he received the same text message. Hannibal was immediately curious, wondering what Abigail was up to now, naughty thing that she was. He took off his apron and hung it up before making his way upstairs. What he found was an instant case of deja vu, as Nigel had already arrived, pressed against Abigail's front while Will stood behind her and helped keep her upright.
Hannibal had to be impressed at Abigail's initiative. The lingerie for one, which he most certainly did not pick out but suited her perfectly. But also for orchestrating this thing, which Hannibal had only really started to consent to in the abstract. However, faced with the scene directly before him, he knew there was no way he'd back out now.
"My, my...such greedy little things." He mock-chided them. "Now what's to be done about that?"
Abigail broke her kiss with Nigel to flash Hannibal the big, innocent doll eyes that she knew got to him. "You could come play with us, Daddy." She said sweetly.
"Doesn't she look delicious?" Will added softly.
"Mmm, looks like she needs a damn good fucking is what she looks like." Nigel said
Hannibal glanced pointedly at Nigel once before stepping forward into the room, deciding definitively to join in the proceedings. He approached Abigail and captured her lips in a brief kiss. It was a little unusual, the knowledge that it was Nigel's saliva coating her lips, but it wasn't as off-putting as Hannibal might have found it under different circumstances.
After a moment, he pulled back and pressed a kiss to her forehead before turning to Will and kissing him just as deeply, a hand curling into his hair possessively. "And what do you have planned for us tonight, darling girl?" Hannibal asked her after languidly dragging his lips from Will’s.
Abigail untangled herself from where Nigel had swept her hair back to nip little bruises into her neck and moved towards her bed. She crawled onto it, what she hoped was seductively, and bit her lip. "Nigel's right, I do want to be fucked...I want all of you to fuck me." She swallowed, eyeing them each in turn until her gaze rested on Will as he came to sit near her, pressing his knee onto the bed and sliding a hand along her pale thigh. "We both do." She added, speaking for him with a small smile.
Will had been on board from the beginning, and simply smiled wickedly against her ear as he nuzzled into her hair. “Anything you want, baby girl.” Hannibal was close enough to hear and couldn’t deny how this small interaction between his two loves affected him.
Nigel grinned eagerly as he toed off his shoes, eyes raking over her body and seeing the sensual way Will touched her. Abigail looked like a fucking wet dream he might have had when he was a boy, headstrong too, and Will was just...Will. Nigel had zero fucking qualms about any of this, and he got on the bed and knelt before Abigail. “You gonna let me taste you first?” He purred, glancing between her and Will’s reaction as he gently encouraged her to move up the bed and lay against her pillows for him. Will ran his tongue across his lip as he took it all in, stroking his hands over her skin, eager to make her feel adored before they inevitably ruined her.
Hannibal slowly removed his shirt and crawled up beside Abigail, cupping her face to kiss her. He was vaguely aware of Will undoing her bra as she twisted away from him, and he helped remove the garment from her body, hand moving back to hold her face to his. Will mouthed at her tight nipple, at the same time as Nigel ran his fingers over her through the damp satin of her panties, causing her to moan softly against Hannibal’s lips. Abigail was more than pleased they were all on the same page, all willing to pleasure her for now. She basked in the decadent debauchery of having so many hands on her. To be worshipped by them was exactly what she wanted from this.
Hannibal broke from their kiss to observe her be lavished with attention, and observe Will as he trailed kisses across her skin and caressed her. They both watched as Nigel teased her, then peeled her panties from her body, leaving her naked despite their being mostly dressed. He tossed them playfully at Hannibal, who relished in the sweet scent of her arousal as he set them aside. Nigel nipped tiny little bites along her creamy inner thigh, eyes flicking up to hers, and then Will’s, as he did so. He ran his fingertips gently over her wet folds, simply a new level of teasing as he spoke. “I think it’s only fair we make you come before we fuck you, sweetheart.” He said before placing his mouth finally where she wanted it most...
Abigail moaned shamelessly as his tongue made quick work of her, alternating between licking purposefully at her clit and probing her. Will yanked his t shirt off and resumed suckling at her nipple, happy to help get her off, not least because he enjoyed the show. Hannibal was similarly enthused about getting the chance to see her be taken apart, even if it was Nigel doing the taking. He nibbled at her ear, hand stroking gently but aimlessly over her body. “You love this, don’t you Abigail?” He murmured low in her ear. “Such a filthy little girl, demanding we pleasure you and watch you and take you.”
Nigel hummed assent against her and she whined. “Ohhh god, yes, Daddy.” The dirty talk pushing her ever closer to release. Nigel gripped her firmly around her legs, holding them apart, and lapped at her in earnest. She was close, they could all tell.
“I imagine that these demands are all your influence, Will.” Hannibal said archly. Will chuckled, brows raised and sat up to look into her half-lidded eyes.
“Ohh, I can’t take credit for all of it…can I?” He said sarcastically and she bit her lip as she shook her head, no longer able to form words. “She wants to come for us, like a good girl don’t you darlin’?” Will crooned and she shuddered, helpless to their combined ministrations, to his voice... Seconds later she shattered on Nigel’s tongue, crying out and her whole body spasming. He mouthed steadily at her until she relaxed, breathing hard and looking somehow dirty and angelic.
“Someone needs to fuck that perfect little pussy, don’t they gorgeous?” Nigel said roughly, smiling at Abigail, who chuckled. “But I’m not going to be fucking selfish.” He winked.
With a glance at Hannibal, Will reached a hand out to Nigel. “Come here then, I want to taste her.” He pulled Nigel into a messy kiss and Abigail watched for a second before turning her wide eyes to Hannibal.
“Will you let me ride you?” She asked, already up, unzipping his pants and stripping him of them. By way of answer, Hannibal helped her climb into his lap. Abigail wasted no time in grasping his cock and sinking down onto it, taking him into her warmth with a low satisfied sigh. Hannibal gripped her hips tight and moved her against him, but she needed little encouragement to begin to fuck him. She was still sensitive from her orgasm and was soon moaning softly as she rocked him against her sweet spot.
Nigel and Will traded sloppy kisses, half undressing each other and half watching the filthy scene unfold next to them. They were both rock hard listening to her breathless sounds as she worked herself on Hannibal’s dick. “Such a good girl, is she not? Riding her Daddy like that.” Hannibal said hoarsely and the other men both smiled conspiratorially against each other’s lips, murmuring enthusiastic agreement. Will and Nigel began to stroke each other firmly, eyes fixed on Abigail.
As their own pleasure built and they began to make sounds of their own, she glanced at them playing with each other and was surprised not to come right then. The sight of them watching her and getting off on it was too much, when combined with the fact she had Hannibal Lecter passive and aroused under her. She was mewling impatiently, her second climax starting to take shape deep within her. Will and Nigel, as if by some silent agreement, broke apart, and Will moved to her while Nigel lay transfixed and lazily touching himself. Will nuzzled into her hair from behind, skin against hers as his sure fingers reached around and found her clit.
“Oh fuck…” Abigail said with a shuddering wail.
“Is this what you need, baby girl?” Will cooed in her ear with that quiet certainty that always made her weak. “Goddamn I want to make you come...” As he spoke he rubbed quick little circles over her clit until she was trembling with pent up need. Nigel was sure he would be remembering that image, his boy and their wanton little girl, to get him off for the rest of his life.
Hannibal could feel her walls tightening around him as he let her work herself closer and closer with Will’s help, fingers pressed into her flesh to steady her little body on his. His eyes were intense black, boring up into hers where she looked down upon him from under half-closed lids. She was close.
“Yesss…” Hannibal encouraged her. “Come on, come my cock, Abigail.”
Abigail was hyper aware of her entire body as she pressed that spot against Hannibal’s thick cock over and over, caught in endless sensations of pleasure between him and Will’s strong hand. “Ohhh...yes...I’m gonna come for you, daddy!” Voice high and strained and addressing neither one in particular, her hips bucking on Hannibal until she could do nothing but let Will force her over the edge. She crumpled against him, moaning loudly with her release. Hannibal groaned roughly as she clenched around him, forcing himself to put off his own release for later.
Nigel was dying to be inside of her again after that and got up off the bed, moving to palm over her back and her buttocks, giving her a gentle slap. “Why don’t you hop off his dick and let me fuck you now, gorgeous?” He growled and Will caught his fiery look, his own erection throbbing against her leg. Abigail nodded eagerly and climbed off Hannibal onto all fours, relishing the way Hannibal was staring reverently at her. She took it upon herself to suck her own wetness from his length, smirking around him at the noise he made. Her smug hum turned to a muffled scream as Nigel rammed his cock into her in one long thrust and wasted no time setting a steady pace of fucking into her.
“Damn you feel fucking good…” Nigel said roughly. “Such a perfect little slut.” He said breathlessly, gripping her hips and pounding into her as Will looked on intently.
Will had moved back on his knees to let her rearrange herself, and licked his lips as he surveyed her sucking Hannibal. He couldn’t help but imagine her lips around him too, but also how her release would taste from the velvety skin of Hannibal’s dick. He stroked his hand through her hair, and she glanced up at him. “I want to feel that pretty little mouth too…” Will gestured hopefully towards his leaking cock with lust-darkened eyes, having neglected his own desire for long enough.
Abigail let go of Hannibal’s cock and wrapped her small hand around Will’s instead. “Of course, daddy, you deserve it.” She said sweetly, wetting her lips and lowering her mouth to take him in. She held his gaze as she did so until his eyes fluttered closed in satisfaction. She felt so dirty, bent over for Nigel to use and sucking Will hungrily, but knowing she engineered all this only made it that much hotter. Abigail was choosing to be their fuck toy for her own need, getting off just as Will did on being their little whore and she wouldn’t want it any other way.
Will knew that voice and that look, knew she was playing up to the scenario, and he loved it. He was watching and being watched, pleasuring and being pleasured, and so was she. How far they had taken her, and she them. Will let his head fall back and felt her suck, listening to Nigel’s skin smacking on her thighs as he had his way with her, the sounds they all made as one mass of sex. When you factored in his empathy allowing him to feel all of their want, this culmination of their combined scheming was just too much... His orgasm hit him out of nowhere like an electric shock, and he spilled hot into her willing mouth.
Abigail swallowed it down, Will’s hand fisted in her long, brown waves holding her firm as he rode out the aftershocks. The gentle tugging at her hair was sending shivers down her spine right to where Nigel fucked her unfalteringly. As Will collapsed next to Hannibal, who gathered him close for a fierce kiss, her head hung down between her arms as she took her hard fucking. Nigel's cock was a little different to Hannibal’s but gave her no less intense pleasure. Suddenly she felt his thumb pressing and rubbing over her asshole, adding to the sensations she was feeling. Abigail made a high sound that caused Will and Hannibal to break their kiss, though Hannibal was clearly trying to tease Will’s cock back to attention, and they cast their intense gaze over her with fascination.
“Mmmm, I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of fucking this tight little hole yet, have I sweetheart?” Nigel ground out as his fingers toyed with her, cock still buried deep in her wetness. Abigail only moaned louder in response, the thought of having him fuck her there being deliciously filthy. Someone, probably Hannibal, must have handed him lube because the next thing his finger felt cold and was inching slowly inside her ass. “This what you fucking wanted?” Nigel asked in a low voice as he slid the digit in and out. “You want to be filled, don’t you?”
“Oh god, yes…” She whispered, partly an answer and partly in pleasure, eyes travelling up Will’s body. His erection was quickly coming to life as he witnessed his baby girl letting herself be thoroughly defiled like this. Their eyes locked for a moment as Nigel fucked and fingered her and Will’s mouth fell open in awe, she was such a beautiful, confident - and currently wanton - young woman now.
“Look at our girl, Hannibal.” Will murmured, turning to press kisses along his lover’s jaw as they lazily stroked each other.
“Yes, she is indeed an exquisite little minx.” Hannibal said, inky black eyes catching Abigail’s. “I should think she wants you to fuck her as well this evening...”
Will caught his meaning and sat up a little. He stroked his fingers over Abigail’s cheek, casually offering her his thumb to suckle on as it brushed her full lips. “That right, baby, you want my cock too?” Will cooed seductively and ran his tongue over his lower lip.
Abigail moaned her eager assent, that was exactly what she wanted - to have all their cocks at some point. Will understood that and lay back down for her, as Nigel removed his hand and slowed his brutal thrusts. No sooner had she slid his cock from her sopping hole, she straddled Will, wrapped her hand around his shaft and sank back down onto it with a sigh of pleasure. Will reached up and tangled his hand in the back of her hair, pulling her down to slide their lips together. “God, you’re wet…” He smiled against her lips as she began to fuck herself on him. Her nipples grazed his chest as their skin pressed together and it was delicious.
She whined suddenly when Nigel roughly resumed fingering her ass open. “Can’t leave the good doctor out now, gorgeous.” He mock-scolded her, and Abigail turned to Hannibal with her face twisted in a perfect picture of lust.
“Do you want to be in me too, Daddy?” She pressed her tongue up against her front teeth to make her point and Hannibal lifted his brows affirmatively, before he gracefully kneeled to feed her his dick. She sucked him languidly, looking up at him. Hannibal made an appraising sound at the sight before him, pushing fingers fondly along her delicate jaw. He glanced at Will and then Nigel with a pleased smirk, to see they were both just as hooked on the image of her in this position. She released him for a moment and gasped when Nigel suddenly rubbed the cool, lubed head of his cock where his fingers had just been. Abigail made herself relax like Will taught her and Nigel pushed inside her with a low growl at how tight she was. She cried out as she was stretched full and overwhelmed with it.
Nigel gripped her hips so hard it would bruise as he took her. He could feel the unusual hard sensation of Will’s dick in her too and it was so sinfully filthy. “Fucking hell, you take it good.” Nigel breathed. “She feels amazing so full of cock.” He winked at Will, who had also groaned as he noted the extra sensation of Nigel, only separated from him by a tiny piece of flesh. A role reversal from the other day. Will was floating high on a combination of four people’s desire filling his mind, and his earlier climax.
Abigail was triumphant as she adjusted to the feeling took Hannibal back into her mouth, her plan to have them all at once had worked. She may be the one impaled all round but it was clear they were all at her mercy and she truthfully rather loved it. She felt powerful, like they all existed merely to please her and give her what she wanted. In a way they were, as she perched over Will and Nigel began to fuck her, moving her on both their dicks. Not something she might do every day, granted, but definitely something she’d always remember, and her eyes fluttered shut to savour every feeling.
Hannibal held her dark locks in one hand and surveyed this debauched scene in wonder. Hard to believe this was the awkward girl who moved in not six months ago. Sex therapy, he thought to himself and bit his lip to keep down the smug grin. Also, he really didn’t want to come yet but her blowjob skills these days were a match for even Will’s, added to the fact she was being rhythmically rocked by Nigel’s thrusts. They would all surely ruin him, and he was past doing anything but welcoming it.
Nigel gradually intensified the snapping of his hips into the naughty little thing that was Miss Abigail Hobbs. Goddamn he’d take her home with him if she’d agree to it. Her muffled cries were desperate around Hannibal’s cock, and occasionally out loud, as he slammed into her. He knew he was getting addicted to her, just like with Gabi...and with Will. The feel of her slick heat around his cock, with the friction of his Will against the sensitive underside too, was getting way too much... “Ahh fuck, baby girl...feels too good...I’m going to...come…” Nigel grunted and at the last second, he pulled out and spilled partly in his hand and partly over her perfect little ass. Possessive and marking her. He just couldn’t help himself.
Nigel exhaled deeply and grabbed something, possibly Will’s t shirt, to wipe the sticky semen from the base of her spine before collapsing in a sated sprawl beside the young man. Abigail acknowledged how dirty she felt in the best way as she cleaned his spend from her skin. Breathing raggedly, she sat up to roll her hips unrestricted on Will, while he kneaded his amazing hands into the muscle of her slim thighs. Hannibal backed off her for a moment but then tutted good-naturedly.
“I think I’m going to be the one to fuck Will, now, young lady.” He grasped her chin and placed a placating little kiss on her swollen lips. “He will want to taste you though I’m sure, so be a good girl for Daddy and lie down.” He told her and she grinned excitedly. Will nodded, fully on board with what he knew Hannibal wanted. He pulled her close and flipped her on her back while still inside her, relishing how he could manhandle her little body that way. Made a change from being on the receiving end of it.
Will ground his hips into Abigail a little, fucking her deep and gentle and making her moan. Eventually he made himself stop and she whined at the loss as he slid out. He kissed his way down her body until he was knelt between her legs, ass presented to Hannibal, and lapped hungrily at her. The tang of her juices was flavoured with her two orgasms and he couldn’t get enough of her. Abigail threw her head back and skated her hands over her breasts, completely absorbed in it, and constantly caught off guard by what Will could do with that tongue. Will for his part, was caught off guard too, as Hannibal wasted no time preparing him.
“Fuck!” Will whispered against Abi’s wet folds, and both her and Nigel began to watch. He needed less work to get him ready than she did, being more used to it, and soon Hannibal was lining himself up with Will’s entrance. Hannibal palmed over Will’s back affectionately and smoothly penetrated him. He didn’t hesitate in slamming roughly into him, owning him, physically ensuring he got the last word in all this. Will could tell he would force another orgasm from him with well-aimed strokes over his prostate. That was the point, Will knew, and in the spirit of that he slid two thick fingers easily into Abigail’s dripping wet pussy. As well-fucked as she had been, he knew he could get her off again too, and he wanted that just as bad as he wanted it for himself.
“I wonder which of you will come first.” Hannibal said hoarsely but intuitively between snaps of his hips into Will. Will looked wickedly up at Abi as his tongue flicked relentlessly over her clit. Neither of them even cared who ‘won’, they were so into this, though he could already feel the pressure building low in his belly.
Nigel trailed his hand over Abigail’s arm and her body as Will regained his senses enough to lick her properly. She was beyond stunning, flushed and glassy-eyed, lips parted as she writhed under Will’s determined ministrations. Nigel didn’t doubt that Hannibal fucking Will was putting extra force into how he fingered her and he could tell she was building to one last climax. He leaned over to nibble sensuously at her neck. “You have any fucking idea how beautiful you are like this, sweetheart?” Nigel purred. “I could watch you come every fucking night.” He rolled her nipple between his fingers and she whimpered desperately, arching into his hand, and Will’s.
Abigail was in heaven, a mess of stimulation and bliss, as Nigel whispered naughty things in her ear, while Will ate her out like his life depended on her having another orgasm. God he was good. They all were. She wondered distantly how this might spoil her... “I’m so...close.” Her entire universe was shrinking down to what Will’s tongue and Nigel’s voice were doing to her as she felt her body begin to shake. “Make me come, Daddy, please!” She begged.
“Come on his fingers, baby girl.” Nigel urged, with another pinch at her stiff little peak he was playing with. Will never let up for a second, curling his fingers and drawing it out of her, until she was screaming with the force of her release. She was throbbing and soaking his hand, her intense pleasure and her cries only fuelling his own in an endless loop. Will only pulled his mouth from her to vocalise his own impending climax.
“Fuck, Hannibal, yes…” He wailed. “Fuck it out of me.” Will’s cock leaked onto the bed as Hannibal pounded over and over into his sweet spot, the pressure building almost to pain before he exploded. Will emptied himself yet again, with Hannibal’s cock buried deep inside him, and the older man couldn’t help but follow him over the edge. After holding back through all their fun, he finally filled Will’s clenching hole with his seed, groaning in welcome relief.
Nigel turned Abigail’s face to him and kissed her as they all recovered from everything that just happened. She relaxed bit by bit, and Will very gently removed his fingers from where they had remained inside her as they both came. He turned into Hannibal’s arms and offered her sticky sweetness to him. Hannibal gladly accepted, licking the taste of their girl from his boy, holding Will’s hand by the wrist and eyeing him as he did so.
“I think that went pretty well.” Abigail finally found her voice and Will snorted a guilty laugh, unable to deny that she was right, as he knew she would be.
“You could say that.” Will stretched his back, arms above his head. Hannibal looked from him to Abigail and smirked.
“Indeed.” Hannibal said honestly. “I suppose I shan’t hear the end of it now?” He shook his head fondly and climbed off the bed, offering Will his hand and intending to take him to the shower where they could soothe their bodies as well as be alone for a while.
“Does that mean you’ll have me back then doctor?” Nigel teased, and it was Abigail’s turn to giggle, swatting his hand.
“I don’t expect any of that is up to us any longer, is it?” Hannibal raised his brows in gentle exasperation and looking over Abigail. If this past week had taught him anything, it was that Will and Abi were trouble when they put their minds to manipulation. That and the fact that amazingly, he didn’t mind. Hannibal nodded at Nigel, who winked back. For them it was a gesture that held more meaning than it may have appeared - they were on the same side now. More or less.
After they left, Abigail looked up at Nigel. “You’d better be back.” She warned him playfully. “But now I’m going to take a looooong bath.” She smiled like the cat that got the cream as she made to get up. On instinct, Nigel grabbed her arm to stop her and pushed a hand into her hair. He pulled her in for a cheeky kiss that turned out sweeter than he maybe intended.
“Try and stop me, gorgeous.” Nigel said. “I need a smoke but after that I’ll come wash your hair, yeah?” He joked.
Abigail managed to move this time and tied her silky robe around her. “If you like.” She shrugged sarcastically and gave him a half-smile, trying to act like she wasn’t fussed either way.
Nigel’s eyes followed her as she covered herself and he watched her go. She really was awfully fucking close to perfect… He had stopped believing in god before he was even grown, but whatever force of fate that put these people in his life, he was grateful.