Can’t remember why Hanna looks so troubled in this sketch.
It was smiles and laughter up until his shirt came off…
Playful touches and kisses as they hung out around Conrad’s apartment, a regular dinner and movie which they had gotten into an unexpected easy habit of doing once a week…
"Where’s the dead guy?" Conrad had asked once upon a time.
"At Worth’s." Was the reply followed with a shrug at Conrad’s questioning look and unasked /WHY????/
Hanna liked Worth well enough but could understand the Vampire’s desire to stay as far away from the doctor as possible. The detective was just glad that the older man had been able to make a friend in Hanna’s undead partner. He wasn’t about to question it, it was good for the both of them and that’s all that mattered to Hanna.
So once a week it would be Hanna and Conrad, with a solemn oath that there would be no investigations and no one getting hurt wrangled out of the red head from his undead guardian. Giving him the free time to spend one day a week doing… Whatever he did with the good doctor.
Dinner wherever Hanna wanted, a movie at Conrad’s. Simple and nice and a habit Conrad never knew he’d fall into.
A joke about date night that maybe struck too close to home…
A scary movie that called for bodies to be pressed a little closer than usual…
A stray look that lasted until lips touched making hearts race (or a remember sensation of it) more than expected…
It was slow and unexpected, an obvious secret that no one was really going to talk about. (Except for Toni, when she saw the two sitting a little closer than /just friends/ in a pizza shop with their smells a little more intermingled than usual she couldn’t help but tease the two into matching red faces.)
And Conrad knew that when his hands pushed up along Hanna’s hips and dragged his shirt with them there’d be a jerk that wasn’t due to cold fingers on hot skin, an increase in heartrate not caused by his short nails tracing along Hanna’s back so he knew where his line was…
Until Hanna crossed it, with a soft smile that disappeared the second cloth hit the ground and he instantly regretted what he’d done in the heat of the moment.
"I… Uh…" He looked uncomfortable as the flush of excitement drained away looking for his thrown clothing to put it back on and leave. "Wait… Don’t look, shit I…"
Conrad wasn’t shocked, disgusted or scared. Maybe a little worried, a tad curious and a boiling feeling of protectiveness but he didn’t care although Hanna obviously did.
Moving in tandem with the red head Conrad stepped on his shirt just as Hanna bent to retrieve it. Hanna’s eyes flicked up at him and he stood straight, his hands moving, not sure what to do with them and while still mostly clothed he felt horrifically naked.
They stood there for a moment, neither sure what to do exactly, a lot of first steps being taken for both in that moment…
"Con-" Hanna started but was cut off as Conrad bent down to kiss him, soft and gently but with a growing passion, his hands sliding over Hanna’s hips to pull him closer and let Hanna feel exactly what he was thinking causing the detective to let out a startled moan into Conrad’s mouth.
"Don’t care…" Conrad informed him between kisses. "You’re… Really…" He struggled for words, needing to articulate properly but having difficulty between kissing and touching and what little blood he’d ingested earlier all being used in non-thinking ways. "Fit… I mean I think you’re perfectly attractive…"
Well now he was flustered but it had brought back that smile, had gotten Hanna less caring about what he wasn’t wearing and more about making sure there was even more skin to skin contact between them.
Cold hands made Hanna wriggle and hot ones made Conrad moan, frotting against one another until they found mutual satisfaction for aching flesh…
Lazy dozing followed until a knock resulted in a mad embarrassed scramble for clothing as the Zombie had come, as he usually did, to walk Hanna home from his “date night.”
"Did you enjoy your movie?" His eyes glowed warmly, accenting the light flush still on Hanna’s cheeks that flared a little higher since they’d not even bothered to watch the DVD he’d brought.
"Uh… yeah… So good I wanna watch it again when we get home." It was a terrible enough lie that it made the dead man look up pointedly at Conrad who was so glad he couldn’t blush to the same degree as his living self once could.
"Mmhm…" Came a dry agreement and a small knowing smile.