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A/N: just a little something I wrote while bored. Let me know if I can fix anything or how you like it! Review please! :)
He was pissed. He was so incredible pissed off that when Hanna saw him after school he barely spoke two words to her. Normally he would have vented to her about the principal, or his teachers, or how idiotic the kids in his class had been, but this time Caleb had had it. His former foster parents had texted him in his last class. They sent him a picture of themselves with their real son on a cruise. They had also been kind enough to tell him he could have been there if he had stayed with them, which he knew was a fucking lie because they had repeatedly gone without him before, with no notice and only a jar of peanut butter in the cabinets. He didn't want to talk about it this time, and he didn't even know why it hit him so hard, maybe because at least when he lived with them he had lights that always stayed on, or a room with a nice bed, not the piece of crap mattress he had in his apartment now.
He didn't say anything the entire way to his apartment. Hanna was letting him stew over whatever it was until they got upstairs, but when he still hadn't talked about it she decided to ask him.
"So, how was your day?" She asked casually.
"Hanna," He started, sounding annoyed, "I know what you're doing and I don't want to talk about it."
She sighed, also getting irritated, "Caleb, why did I come over here if you're just going to sulk. I could be at my own house, not getting mad at you."
"I said I don't want to talk about it," He reiterated, "I'm going to the bathroom." He stated before getting up and stalking away.
Right when he left, his phone beeped.
"Cal-" Hanna stopped when she saw the horrible letter at the end of his message: 'A'. She snatched up his phone and read it quickly. "Looks like 'mommy and daddy' want you back. Think of what you could do for Hanna with their dough- A"
She heard the toilet flush and quickly put his phone down "You got a text."
Caleb picked up his phone and read the text before slamming his phone on the table and muttering curse words under his breath. Hanna eyed him before deciding to tell him the truth "…What did that mean?" She asked. At his look of disbelief she hurried to continue, "I only read it when I saw it was from 'A'! I never would have otherwise, you know that."
He sighed before remaining to his place on the couch and scrolling through his messages to the one from his foster parents. Caleb handed his phone to Hanna, thinking it was easier than having to explain it all.
She tossed his phone back to him before giving him a questioning look, "So what? Is this why you're so pissed off?" when he nodded she continued to stare at him. "And so 'A' is trying to make you think you're not rich enough?"
Caleb turned his head to her, with his chin resting on his knuckles. "Is she wrong? Look around you Hanna, I have a piece of crap apartment. The most expensive thing in here is probably your shoes. At least when I lived with them I got compensation."
She thought about what he had said. This wasn't about her, 'A' thought it was, but it wasn't. This was about him thinking he couldn't provide enough, and hating the idea of going back but knowing it was the right choice. And him staying here was the wrong choice.
She got up from her chair and sat on his lap. She gently took his phone away from him and erased both the message from his former 'parents' and the message from 'A'. "You know that you're amazing," she whispered, "and I think you are so smart for leaving those people. You made the right choice," she emphasized.
He turned to look at her and a small smile crossed his face, "How do you do that? How can you always know what I'm thinking?"
Shrugging, Hanna bent down to kiss him, connecting her lips with his softly and full of love. "And you know," she told him quietly, "If you didn't have your own place… I couldn't do this." At her last words she stood off of him and unzipped her short dress letting the entire thing fall to the floor. Keeping her heels on, she kicked it away from her and sat back on Caleb's lap.
His eyes continued to get darker as he looked at her body. She had on a dark purple bra lined in white lace and her panties- if you could call them that- were the same color with a white bow at the top. She straddled his lap and kissed on the lips again, but this time, Caleb kissed back. Hard. He gripped her hair with one hand while the other circled around her to cup her ass. Hanna moaned into his mouth at the contact while she pried his mouth open and let her tongue reach his.
Hanna took her arms from around his neck and slid them under his t-shirt. His muscles twitched and jumped at the light skim of her nails. She smiled slightly before deciding to tease him, skimming her nails down to his waistband and letting a few fingers slip underneath before coming up again. She could feel him start to react to her teasing, but that only encouraged her. Moving away from his mouth she trailed kisses down the side of his neck, nipping at his sensitive skin. Her hands didn't cease their torture, but she brought them to the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head. Caleb groaned as her lips traced over his chest and down his stomach as she moved off his lap. Finally, he felt slight pressure on his member and looked down to see her kissing and stroking him through his jeans.
"Han," he moaned gently and she kicked off her heels and moved back up his body, attacking his mouth once more. This time it was Caleb who let his hand roam. He cupped her breast and palmed it through her bra, while the other hand inched slowly up her thigh. Hanna gasped as he reached into her bra to roll her nipple between his fingers before switching and doing the same thing to the other. Hanna felt her entire body tingling and reacting to the slightest touch he gave her. She blamed it on the fact that her mother was home more than often this week, so nothing had happened between them since several weeks ago. Bringing her back to reality Caleb's fingers ghosted over her panties before coming to play with the bow at the top. Hanna groaned in frustration and grinded her hips onto his lap causing her to moan again while he let out a hiss of pleasure.
He grabbed her legs to make sure they were secure around him before standing up and beginning to walk towards his bed. While he was walking, Hanna again detached her lips from his and began sucking on his pulse point, occasionally nipping or kissing. He sucked in a breath, loving when she marked him. Quickly, he used his free hand unclasp her bra and slide off the straps.
Lowering them both on his bed, he kissed her mouth again and finally allowed his fingers to rub over her panties. She let out a yell and bucked her hips into his hand, "off, Caleb. Take them off." He did as he was told, using his teeth to slide the delicate piece of material down her toned legs. Seeing that they were already soaked through made him smirk at her and push a finger into her without warning. She threw her head back and clenched her eyes shut as he pumped it in and out of her slowly. She began to rock her hips at the same pace before urging him to go faster. As he did, he added a second finger, curving them into her the way he knew would bring her closer to the edge. When he began to rub circles around her clit Hanna's whole body began tightening up. Pumping his fingers into her even harder, he looked at her face as she screamed his name and her mouth opened into an 'O'. Her entire body jerked and writhed underneath him as she rode out her high.
She pulled him down to her after she regained enough sense and began kissing him passionately. Caleb almost lost it when she palmed his now painfully hard member through his jeans. Her delicate fingers slid off his belt before undoing to button n his jeans and pushing them down his legs. He assisted her in kicking them off and her hand returned to its position at the waistband of his boxer briefs. She reached in and grasped his throbbing erection as he groaned.
Slowly moving her hand up and down, she would put just the right amount of pressure on him. He fought to stop from shooting his load into his boxers when she skimmed the slit on the tip of his erection. "Stop," He told her loudly, "Han, I need you," he finished huskily as she nodded. She reached for his nightstand and got a condom out quickly, not hesitating to push his boxers down and watch his member throb as he waited for her to put it on him, like he knew she liked.
Before he could process what was happening, he felt warmth around his shaft. Looking down he saw Hanna's mouth surrounding him and he couldn't help himself from bucking into her mouth. "Hanna." He commanded, but she got the message, moaning around him as she slid him out of her mouth. He clenched his fists as he again tried to regain control and finally she had rolled the condom up his erection.
Kissing her with intensity Caleb leaned her back on the bed again. He moved down her body and licked up her lower lips, needing to get her closer again- because he certainly wasn't going to last very long. Hanna screamed with pleasure as he plunged his tongue into her and rubbed on her clit. Circling it inside of her she arched her back and was panting heavily, moaning almost continuously.
"Caleb, I need more," she whimpered, feeling as if she was on fire. He slipped his tongue out of her and she could feel her arousal already dripping out of her. He lined his own arousal with her entrance and pushed in an inch at a time, before pulling out and thrusting back in. Hanna, already being close to climaxing, was already shaking under him when he finally buried himself in her. He moved his hand to her clit, rubbing it in small fast circles while he let her taste herself on his lips. After several thrusts Hanna reached another high.
Her body shook with absolute bliss and Caleb grunted, trying to make this last longer for both of them. He stilled while she calmed down and he swore it was absolutely the hardest fucking thing he'd ever had to do not to continue to pound into her.
"Move," she ordered him, and he didn't argue. He growled, slamming his hips into her, rubbing her clit, and sucking on her nipples Caleb was dangerously close. He grabbed one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder, allowing himself to go deeper inside her. With each movement he hit just the right spot inside of her that had her unravelling quicker than she thought possible.
"Caleb! Oh God, don't stop," she gasped out.
"Hanna, please cum. Fuck, Hanna, please," he answered, knowing that he was starting to go over the edge.
She screamed his name again and her body hit it's third climax. Unable to hold on at all, Caleb thrust into her erratically before he came with a strangled cry of her name.
After they had both regained control of themselves, Caleb pulled out of her and disposed of the condom. "See?" Hanna asked, "we definitely could not have done that if you didn't have your own place."
He turned back to look at her, "You are absolutely right. It may not be much… but it's ours."
Hanna looked at him quickly before letting a wide smile across her face, "Yep, it sure is," she told him before pulling him back down beside her and falling asleep.