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Over the course of a few weeks Anna didn’t really get out of the house much. Will said she had so much healing to do, physically and emotionally. Nothing was just going to make her feel better after being in the hands of a psychopath who thought he was her father for ten years. Ever since that night, in Will's room, she felt safer around him. Like she could talk to him about anything and he could talk to her too. They were more open to each other than anyone else. Word got out of where she had decided to start her new life. People started coming to the house, wanting to talk to her about the incident, most wanting to take a picture of the survivor. Most harassed her and tried to do things to make her tick. And each time, Will chased them away.

She had gotten used to the dogs surrounding at her feet, keeping her warm. She’d read whatever Will had in the house and was amazed at how much Will had that was puppy-themed. He had three figurines and two dog photographs that stood on his bookshelf. It made her laugh, how much his obsession took over his life. He even had a pack.

Sometimes Will left for cases and investigations that were too dangerous for her to come with. She constantly worried for him, especially since he seemed more scarred by the experience each time he came home.

She still had nightmares. They had become a part of her. Every time, Will would come in and stay by her side until she fell asleep or she'd crawl into his bed and not have a nightmare for the rest of the night. She was fond of him, and she'd be lying if she hadn't said she harbored feelings for him. But he couldn't know that. He was too involved in his work, he couldn't juggle more. Not with Lector and Crawford on his back.

She always offered to get a job, enroll in the FBI college, or do something. She thought maybe Will needed help with the house. But he'd always say he was fine and he didn't care about money. He’d look at her, stopping whatever he was working on, concerned.

"Whenever you feel ready to do anything, I won't intervene." He promised. But there was always a sinking feeling she felt when she thought about going back outside.

Lately she had taken up planting and Will encouraged her to do more things that would help her take her mind off of the incident.

She was in the back of the house in the small garden she'd made for the first time. Will had come to the back door and asked if she wanted dinner to which she stood up, took off her gloves, and ran inside. She helps him cut the tomatoes and with the stove and nobody says anything until they both reach for the same thing on the table. Their hands touch slightly, and she looks at him, frozen in the moment.

Suddenly they're in each others space and she can feel his breath ghosting over her lips. She couldn't move, even if she wanted to, she was backed by the sink and his body.

"Will," she started but never finished. The feeling of his hands capturing her face and smoothing it, entranced her.
"If you don't want to do this, tell me now," he whispered. When she said nothing, his lips finally touched hers, and it was like something was burning inside of her. The feeling of need and want absorbed them both. She reached around him to tug at his hair. The kiss was addicting. Like coming home or finally having something you've craved for so long. His lips were hot and soft against hers- needy. There had always been some tension between them but now, they act on it. When she let out a noise from her mouth, Will stopped.

Everything stopped and there was an absence that she didn't like. When she opened her eyes, Will looked at her with those brown eyes she'd come to find comforting. Except now they were terrified. Will dropped his hands from her face and onto his own, rubbing it. He seemed panicked.

"Will? Are you okay?"

"What have I done? Oh god. I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have kissed you." His words made her feel a pang in her heart.

"I thought you maybe felt the same way." She said, lowly.

"You're too young. I shouldn't be doing this. I-I have to go." Will breathed out.

"Will-"

She couldn't finish because she focused on him heading to the rack and grabbing his coat and heading out into the cold night.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." She muttered. What will happen now?

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Over the course of a few weeks Anna didn’t really get out of the house much. Will said she had so much healing to do, physically and emotionally. Nothing was just going to make her feel better after being in the hands of a psychopath who thought he was her father for ten years. Ever since that night, in Will's room, she felt safer around him. Like she could talk to him about anything and he could talk to her too. They were more open to each other than anyone else. Word got out of where she had decided to start her new life. People started coming to the house, wanting to talk to her about the incident, most wanting to take a picture of the survivor. Most harassed her and tried to do things to make her tick. And each time, Will chased them away.

She had gotten used to the dogs surrounding at her feet, keeping her warm. She’d read whatever Will had in the house and was amazed at how much Will had that was puppy-themed. He had three figurines and two dog photographs that stood on his bookshelf. It made her laugh, how much his obsession took over his life. He even had a pack.

Sometimes Will left for cases and investigations that were too dangerous for her to come with. She constantly worried for him, especially since he seemed more scarred by the experience each time he came home.

She still had nightmares. They had become a part of her. Every time, Will would come in and stay by her side until she fell asleep or she'd crawl into his bed and not have a nightmare for the rest of the night. She was fond of him, and she'd be lying if she hadn't said she harbored feelings for him. But he couldn't know that. He was too involved in his work, he couldn't juggle more. Not with Lector and Crawford on his back.

She always offered to get a job, enroll in the FBI college, or do something. She thought maybe Will needed help with the house. But he'd always say he was fine and he didn't care about money. He’d look at her, stopping whatever he was working on, concerned.

"Whenever you feel ready to do anything, I won't intervene." He promised. But there was always a sinking feeling she felt when she thought about going back outside.

Lately she had taken up planting and Will encouraged her to do more things that would help her take her mind off of the incident.

She was in the back of the house in the small garden she'd made for the first time. Will had come to the back door and asked if she wanted dinner to which she stood up, took off her gloves, and ran inside. She helps him cut the tomatoes and with the stove and nobody says anything until they both reach for the same thing on the table. Their hands touch slightly, and she looks at him, frozen in the moment.

Suddenly they're in each others space and she can feel his breath ghosting over her lips. She couldn't move, even if she wanted to, she was backed by the sink and his body.

"Will," she started but never finished. The feeling of his hands capturing her face and smoothing it, entranced her.
"If you don't want to do this, tell me now," he whispered. When she said nothing, his lips finally touched hers, and it was like something was burning inside of her. The feeling of need and want absorbed them both. She reached around him to tug at his hair. The kiss was addicting. Like coming home or finally having something you've craved for so long. His lips were hot and soft against hers- needy. There had always been some tension between them but now, they act on it. When she let out a noise from her mouth, Will stopped.

Everything stopped and there was an absence that she didn't like. When she opened her eyes, Will looked at her with those brown eyes she'd come to find comforting. Except now they were terrified. Will dropped his hands from her face and onto his own, rubbing it. He seemed panicked.

"Will? Are you okay?"

"What have I done? Oh god. I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have kissed you." His words made her feel a pang in her heart.

"I thought you maybe felt the same way." She said, lowly.

"You're too young. I shouldn't be doing this. I-I have to go." Will breathed out.

"Will-"

She couldn't finish because she focused on him heading to the rack and grabbing his coat and heading out into the cold night.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." She muttered. What will happen now?