"Sadly we're opposites." Or in his mind they were. "But Hannibal has a certain charm." How often had he felt the thread of sexual tension between them, before he'd been sent back.
Once the door closed, Will pulled off his shirt, mindful of his glasses, and dropped his pants. Stepping out of them and his shoes. All while watching her slowly slide down her skirt. He felt his mouth water, even as his arousal stood up against his stomach. Scooping up his shirt he swept off everything from one of the counter tops, and lay his shirt on top.