Yes, Pretty Little Liars.

Yes, Hanna/Spencer.

No, I don't own it.

Damn.

Review! (I don't know what I'm going to do with this, continuation wise, so suggestions are appreciated)

"So… Are they gone?" Hanna asks me, and I can see a spark of mischief flash across her face. And I know that it's going to be one of those nights.

I pull back the curtain of my window back a tiny bit and see Emily close the front door of her Toyota. She shakes her head and replies to something Aria must have asked her from the passenger seat. They pull out of my driveway, and I let the curtain fall over the glass again. "Yep," I say, keeping my voice carefully smooth and light. "They look like they're still talking about Ian and Melissa."

I'm not even looking at her, but I know she rolls her eyes. "Oh no you don't, don't start up with all your pessimism." Her finger drags lightly across my collarbone, and I gear up to pull away, and begin our tried and true game of cat and mouse.

But then I admit to myself there's no resisting Hanna anyway, so why try?

Her lips are next to brush across my skin, and then I feel her left hand move down to slide along my thigh. I laugh softly. "Eager, tonight," I say, my breath catching a bit. I move backwards, guiding her away from the window, and gently moving into a seated position.

She seems to realize she's sitting on top of me on my bed and she stops kissing my neck to looks up at my face, one perfect eyebrow raised. "That's it?"

I move my head back to stare at the ceiling, exasperated. "Are we really having this conversation?" I wonder aloud.

She laughs. I love her laugh, it's so free. Out of all of us, Hanna is the only one that can still really laugh like she used to, before all of this mess.

"Yes," she says, placing her forefinger on my chin to move my head down to face her. "We are having this conversation. What's up? Usually I have to at least touch you somewhere naughty before you submit."

She has this adorable look on her face. Playful, but confused. A blonde curl falls into her eyes and I want to kiss her. But of course, I guess I have some explaining to do before she'll let me do that. I almost laugh aloud. Talk about role reversal.

"Seriously, though," Hanna continues, focused on her interrogation. "Where's the 'Not tonight, Hanna, I have a paper due in the morning'? Where's the 'Come on, my parents are downstairs'?" She squeezes my thigh. "I almost feel like you want to fuck me, tonight."

I stop staring at her with my perfectly engineered exasperated face, and switch immediately to offense. "And what do you mean by that?"

She adds a half shouldered shrug to her lopsided smile. "I mean… We do this every time. I make a move, you give me an excuse. I make another move, you explain why you're not in the mood. I find a way to unzip your jeans and you figure 'oh well, at least she's good at what she does'." She pauses here to flash me more of her intoxicating smile. "And I mean, I so am."

I can't even agree with her, I'm so dumbfounded by her previous assumption. And let me tell you, I'm not speechless often. "I can't believe that's what you actually think," I finally manage.

She frowns. "Um, well, yeah. And don't pretend you don't as well, I've seen the faces you make."

I shake my head at the misunderstanding. "No, no, no, you're rockin' in bed, sweetheart, that's not what I was talking about. What I mean is I can't believe you think I don't really want you."

She stares at me for a moment, still frowning a bit. Her lip gloss is smudged. "I just sort of assumed," she says finally. "You're always-" She breaks off, and I can't believe this is happening. "You're always pushing me away."

There's three seconds where I'm flabbergasted. Nothing to say, I just gape at her. She's amazing, Hanna. She holds on to spirit like no one I've ever known. I don't know what A is doing to her, she won't tell me, or anyone. But I know it's horrible. Worse than Aria's secret about Mr. Fitz, even. But Hanna holds on, and that kind of spirit makes my knees weak.

Plus, she's Hanna Marin. I can give you a long, long list of boys who would kill to see Hanna in the ways I've seen Hanna. Namely, underneath me, naked.

But more than anything else, she's the one person who's got me through things that no one else could. Ali's death… A's threats and taunts. A conversation with Hanna makes everything okay, and sleeping with Hanna makes everything better than it's ever been before.

I can't believe she doesn't realize that.

So I grab her thighs and pull her legs tighter around my waist, and kiss her, hard. My tongue slides into her mouth and it's a moment before she reacts, but boy, does she react. Her right hand is buried in my hair and her left is sliding down my stomach…

Before it gets to where I know it's headed, I break our kiss, and stare seriously into her eyes. "Hanna Marin," I say, my voice a low and husky growl. "You can think whatever you want about me, but don't you dare think I don't want you."

Surprise only lingers on her face for a second, before it's replaced with a mischievous grin. "Can I do whatever I want to you as well?"

I return her smile, deciding that any conversation about feelings is probably going to have to wait. "I would expect no less."

I really hope my parents don't come home early from their event tonight. I think this is going to be loud.