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Motel after the fall au
0664 - start your story with your character making tea
The red color of the sign outside blinked inside, the early morning sun just barely winning over the unnatural light. Hannibal looked down at the mason jar of tea he’d just poured, Hannibal found himself almost uncomfortable with the glass cup, thick and nothing like the thin tea cups he was used to back in baltimore.
Hannibal picked up the mason jar walking down to the lobby of the motel. “Will?” He called walking down the stairs.
Will looked up, he was wiping off the main desk getting ready for the possible morning rush of check-ins and check-outs. “Yeah?” Will answered. “Good morning.” Hannibal answered walking over to Will and setting down his tea reaching to embrace Will in his arms.
Will took the embrace happily wrapping his arms around Hannibal’s neck, he leaned up capturing his lips in a soft kiss, Hannibal’s newly grown facial hair tickling his chin. Slowly he pulled back blinking his eyes open.
“I wish we could take off work at the motel today..” Will started adding with a soft sigh that: “I want us to be able to cuddle today, ride the motorcycle, maybe even have some fun.”
Hannibal agreed, he gave a soft nod, he didn’t want to work today either wanting to test out the bike and kick back soaking in his youth returning as a much more put together machine. “I know Dear, but Sarah can’t be on for another few days, just bare with it.”
Will knew he was right, they’d have to bear with this situation for a while at least until they could hire new people and come out from their blackout. “But Hannibal, we’ve been doing this for weeks, waiting and waiting until the three days our one manager can run the place and hang back to wait..”
“Will, I understand this is exactly what we dreamed of but Jack still has a national watch for us. We are lucky Sarah has not recognized us and nevermind our patrons. Will, we will make it i promise you but we are making money, surviving and soon we’ll have the empire we so desperately want.”
Will groaned, Hannibal was right but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel anymore pent up.
Work had been long and ruthless, Will by the end of it was so tired he’d put on his sleep shirt inside out and hadn’t taken his jeans off before he’d fallen asleep in the bed.
Hannibal, having been the one to close up that night, walked inside. He turned to close the door gently hanging up his jacket and walking to the bed, he saw Will passed out on the bed, he reached down pulling the jeans from his legs. Hannibal folded them and set them into the laundry basket. It wasn’t long before Hannibal joined him in the bed.
Unfortunately these days were extremely common.. Welcome to Motel 480. How easy is your stay?