Hi guys.

I had some issues with FF and this story got deleted because of it, but it's back!

In case you took the time to review this the first time around, I'd highly appreciate it, if you'd take the time to leave a review again because they all got deleted as well.

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Alabama lovin'

Hanna sat in the dining room in her proper sundress, having afternoon tea with her grandmother, napkin in her lap and drinking imported English tea. It had been her grandmother's long standing wish for Hanna to come down south for so some good old conservative southern fun and to teach Hanna about the ways a real southern lady should behave before the minister's son back in Rosewood was allowed to court her. It had been because of her father's persistence that Hanna eventually went to see her grandmother. Trying to fit into the life that was expected of her. Doing her best to become the good Christian wife that was expected of her, especially if the good Ackard boy was planning to court her when she got back from her trip.

Hanna looked around the dining room, the walls donned with a overzealous flowery wallpaper, the massive table they were using big enough for 12 people, yet there was only her and her grandmother in this big old mansion. And the staff, not to forget the staff. There was more people working in and around her mansion than there were inhabitants.

Hanna saw something move outside of the dining room window and saw her grandmother's gardener again. For a brief second their eyes met and Hanna felt herself grow hot, however it had nothing to do with the stifling southern heat she couldn't get used to.

"Are you okay Hanny? Is the tea too hot? I did ask Bertrand not to let the water go to a full boil." Her grandmother said in a pretentious tone.

"It's perfect grandma." Hanna said sweetly, wishing her grandmother would stop calling her Hanny. It made her feel like a small child. Hanna glanced outside again, meeting her grandmother's gardeners eyes yet again and shifted in her seat. Hanna tried to wipe the memories of him from her mind, it was making her feel weird and hot in unchaste places. Hanna tried to block the memories by taking another bite from the dry crumpet, but the memories were stronger.

It was her first night in Alabama, the humid southern air keeping her from sleeping. Silently, she had walked out of her bedroom and out of the house to roam the massive garden that stretched around her grandmother's property. She had reached the lake's edge where she had seen him coming out of the lake in just his boxers. His ridiculously well toned chest illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight.

For a moment she had been mesmerized by the view, unable to move a muscle until his deep soft voice brought her right back to where she was.

"Isn't it a bit too late to enjoy the garden? It looks a whole lot better in the daylight ya know." He said calmly in his southern drawl, as if he wasn't exposing himself.

"I was hot."

"That you are." He said daringly walking towards her.

"So you are the granddaughter huh?" He asked softly, standing in front of Hanna, their bodies inches away from touching, the gardener not acknowledging the concept of personal space. Hanna watched as droplets of water fell from his long hair and chest. She was sure if a boy in Rosewood wore their hair like that, they'd no longer be allowed in church.

"I meant I was feeling hot, I'm not used to this heat."

"I'm Caleb by the way, in case you were wondering." He said cheekily ignoring her excuse. He stepped even closer to Hanna who could smell his earthy musk like smell hanging around him, rousing feelings inside of her that up until that moment had been foreign to her although she remained standing where she stood. Her body telling her to remain right there and get to know this boy, her rational mind telling her to run for the hills.

"I wasn't really wondering." She whispered glancing at his lips, his lips rather plump for a boy she noticed and she looked back into his chocolate eyes, a mischievous look on his face. She kept her eyes on him as he raised one cocky eyebrow at her.

"What?" She grumbled, not understanding why this boy was still standing in front of her and staring so mischievously at her.

"Nothin', just enjoyin' the view." He said biting his lower lip, letting his eyes travel over her chest and long legs protruding from her shorty shorts before looking back at her face, but her eyes were not meeting his. Her eyes were glued on his lower abdomen. She was admiring the way his lower muscles were shaped in a V-shape and disappeared into his boxers. She could make out the outline of his length underneath his wet boxers which clung to his hips, the material still dripping water on the soft ground.

"Like what you see?" He chuckled. Hanna shot her head back up flushing profusely.

"I… uh.." I need to go." Hanna stammered and stepped back, but she lost her footing when she stepped onto a loose branch. Caleb grabbed her by her waist to keep her from falling.

The warmth of his hands on her exposed skin stirring up new feelings in and all over her body. Hanna was taken aback and tried to make sense of all these new experiences. Her proper Christian values no longer keeping her safe from this boy and all the things he was stirring up inside of her. Not even strong enough from stopping him when his hands brushed her waist ever so slightly creating goosebumps all over her body.

Not even stopping him when he looked at her from underneath hooded lids and stared at her lips a second too long before closing the distance between them, pressing his soft lips onto hers. She didn't even stop him when he pushed her closer against his body, so close she could feel his length against her very core that seemed to react instantly to the contact. A sudden rush coursing through Hanna. So strong and intense that it scared her.

She pulled away from him suddenly, pushing against his chest to force him away from her own heaving chest and her thumping core.

"We can't Caleb." She whispered quietly into the silent air. Although her words were loud and clear.

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Hanna had tossed and turned all night but couldn't sleep, everything that had happened the day before kept running through her mind like an endless torturous movie. Her grandmother had asked her to join her at the club, but Hanna had declined promising her grandmother she'd rather take the time to study the bible.

That's where she found herself now, in the old gatehouse that had been converted to a secluded garden house her grandmother sometimes used to read.

Hanna had intended to use it to study, however it wasn't the bible she was studying at the moment. She looked at the bible on the small table signing. Her grandmother would kill her if she knew but Hanna couldn't help herself. She moved the curtains slightly and peeked out of the window, her eyes glanced in his direction again. She had seen him go back to work in her grandmother's garden that morning and had come up with an excuse to get closer, to be able to observe his luscious body without getting caught.

She gasped silently when she watched him take off his shirt, throwing it towards a nearby tree and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Suddenly he looked up from underneath a curtain of brown hair, his brown orbs locking eyes with her blue ones from across the garden. Panic rose inside of her and shut the curtains violently, pushing her back against the window, her breathing laboured as she realised he had seen her staring! Staring at his body as if he was an object.

She waited a moment before she couldn't contain herself anymore. She opened the curtains again and only slightly this time, looking at him once more as he watered her grandmother's garden. His ridiculous muscles twitching as he worked. Hanna was mesmerised, licking her bottom lip absentmindedly. Her mind tumbling straight into the gutter as she took in his physique, trying to take a mental photo with her mind. The way he looked at her when he caught her staring at him, his cocky grin that seemed plastered to his face and his sweet lazy southern drawl fuzzing her brain.

Unholy thoughts filled her mind and Hanna found herself on edge once more, gagging for a release that only seemed to built inside of her as she kept staring at him. She hadn't realised her hand hand dropped in between the valley of her breasts, absentmindedly stroking the skin pretending it was his hand touching her as she kept her eyes on him.

The tantalising view of the hot gardener and the stifling humid southern heat was getting to her, her blonde hair started to stick to her face, her cheeks flushed and the heat between her legs started building even more.

Realising no one but Caleb was around, she slipped out of the conservative summer dress her grandmother made her wear, letting it pool at her feet before stepping out of it. Removing her underwear and lying down on the antique sofa her grandmother was so proud of. The soft material of the sofa teasing her senses as she laid her naked porcelain body down onto it.

Hanna glanced outside again, moving the curtain ever so slightly to see that Caleb had moved much closer to her window now, squatting down to remove weeds from the perfectly laid out flowerbeds. Her eyes barely open, Hanna's hands began to move of their own accord. A powerful urge to meet her most guarded fantasy took over as she glanced at Caleb's toned back muscles. Her grandmother's strict southern chastity rules flying out of the very window as she traced her fingers over the curve of her breasts, moving higher to tease the sensitive flesh of her nipples. A new feeling of ecstasy rushing through her body from the very top of her head all the way down to her toes. A rush of arousal stirring between her legs when her fingers ghosted over her belly, down to where she'd never been touched, where she'd never touched herself. She pushed her chaste thoughts away and glanced at Caleb again, pushing the curtain up even further so she could get a better look at him. He was standing up again, watering the flowers, the mist of the water falling on his skin, illuminating his muscles even more as a droplet of water ran down his chest, lower and lower. Hanna followed it's path down his chest with her eyes as it ran down to his navel where it disappeared under his low hanging weathered jeans. Hanna stared at the abs on his lower body that formed into a V-shape and disappeared underneath the material of his jeans. She closed her eyes again thinking about what lay underneath the material as her fingers skimmed the slickness between her legs.

Every touch, every feeling she unleashed in herself new and exciting to her. Bewildered by the sheer amount of moisture starting to pool between her legs and the ever growing excitement she was Inflicting on herself. Hanna daringly moved her fingers over herself, exploring her body in its most intimate place even more as she let her fingers trail over her clit. Sparks erupting in places she never knew off but decided she liked it.

She moved her fingers once more, letting out a small gasp. Her mouth formed in the shape of an "o" as her fingers started moving automatically over her clit over and over, her body telling her to keep going as excitement and pleasure started to bubble. She automatically traced her fingers over her opening, her fingers covered in dampness as soon as she made contact with her own entrance. She traced it momentarily before carefully slipping a finger into the warmth, thoughts of Caleb filling her mind again as she started moving her finger in and out of herself, enjoying the friction it created and feelings it unleashed in her most intimate of places. Trying out something new she slipped another finger inside herself, wondering if that's how it felt when a boy made love to you. Her mind instantly wandering to Caleb without opening her eyes, wanting to create the fantasy of him touching her all by herself.

The humid air was coming down on Hanna hard, a light sheen of sweat covering her exposed body. Her chest rising and falling deeply as she continued exploring new territories with each passing second. Pretending her fingers were no longer her own but Caleb's. It was like she could feel his presence, smell the musk like smell of his masculine body mixed with the delightfulness of woodchips and earth filled her nostrils. She kept her fingers moving, her body begging her to continue.

She could feel a breeze over her body, her nipples hardening as it rippled over her body. Her pleasure induced brain only slightly registering a small movement beside her as the musky smell became even stronger and his name fell softly from her lips like a lascivious chant when sparks started to ignite deep inside of her.

Another stir beside her, a warmth coming closer and Hanna realised she might not be imagining Caleb anymore. Slightly opening her eyes she looked at the towering figure standing next to her, his greedy eyes traveling over her very exposed body. Her legs wide open for him to see. It didn't shock her to see him there. She had felt his presence before she had seen him. His familiarity calming her and much to her surprise she stayed exactly where she was. Her heightened arousal clouding all reason from her mind. Their eyes met again, her lust filled ones meeting his darkened ones.

He knew what she wanted without asking. She never moved an inch when she acknowledged his presence. Her fingers slowly moving in and out of herself was nearly unbearable for Caleb to watch. The length inside his boxers twitching at the sight alone. He'd never seen a more arousing scene in his life.

He moved himself onto the couch, sitting close to her hips and facing her, closing the curtains firmly as he had been able to see her from the garden only moments before. He looked back at Hanna who still had her eyes on him, a flicker of uncertainty flashed in her eyes.

He glanced at her fingers and back up at her eyes again. His silent question answered by the smallest of nods. He shifted on the couch and reached for her hand that was moving up and down between her legs, pulling it slowly from her folds and away from her body. He took in the sight of her pink lips before carefully moving his hands to touch her, biting his lower lip in anticipation.

A soft whimper filled the room when his fingers came in contact with the warmth and wetness she herself had created. Knowing she'd been touching herself only moments before made his length throb painfully in his jeans and he tried to swallow a moan as he slowly dipped one finger inside of her, watching it disappear into the warmth of her body as Hanna arched herself towards his long finger.

He moved his finger slowly up and down a few times, watching Hanna's reaction to his touch greedily before he curved it slightly. Touching the sensitive spot he knew was there as Hanna's eyes shot open in pure pleasure. She briefly glanced into the cocky smirk that was Caleb's when he realised he'd done something to her she had never experienced, before closing her eyes again. He kept moving his finger inside of her slowly, teasingly, never wanting to cross any boundaries with the girl he had been lusting after the moment he had seen her. He bit his bottom lip harder and watched his finger slide out if her almost entirely, covered in her juices. Indecent thoughts of what he'd like to do to her, flooding his brain.

Hanna moaned at the loss of contact as when finger slipped out of her, rapidly replaced by a loud involuntary gasp escaping her throat when he pushed back into her with two fingers. The feeling of his fingers so much better to what her own two fingers could ever achieve.

Slowly he started pumping his fingers inside Hanna again. Caleb watched her closely, not wanting to hurt her in the slightest. He suspected her to be a virgin and didn't want her to have a bad experience. He kept up with his movement until she relaxed under his touch, once again curling his fingers inside of her. A soft moan escaping her perfectly formed mouth.

Her stomach twitched as soon as his free hand skimmed over her body ever so slightly. Brushing her sides, her stomach. Grazing a slow soft trail up to her chest. His hand skimmed the underside of her breast watching her closely before letting his hands trail ever so slightly over the curve her breast. He skimmed his fingers over her nipples deliberately watching them harden under his touch as she let out an almighty moan.

His name fell softly from her lips over and over again. Her hips moving against his fingers, her chest arched against his teasing hand. He could tell she was enjoying what he was doing, surrendering all of herself to him. With his fingers still firmly inside of her, he replaced his hand on her chest with his mouth, licking his lips before placing his open mouth on her nipple.

He laid himself down next to her on the expensive antique sofa so he could touch even more of her. He tasted the porcelain skin underneath his exploring lips, moving his mouth from one nipple to the next, sucking the hardened skin in his mouth before letting it go with a loud pop. Hanna's hands became restless as the feelings inside her started to become unbearable and she bunched a chunk of his hair inside her fist. Lifting his head up by his hair and away from her chest. Pushing his face towards hers. They both stalled for a brief moment looking into each other's eyes, trying to read one another before she pushed his mouth to hers, their mouths meeting in the middle for a searing kiss.

Their mouths moved together harmoniously, deliberate. Tongues finding each other, duelling in a heated passion. Caleb swallowed her cry of absolute pleasure when he pressed his thumb on her clit. His fingers still moving persistently inside of her, but with the added teasing of his thumb on her sensitive nub Hanna found herself grinding against his hand and thumb, hungrily kissing him.

She cupped the back of his head in an attempt to move him even closer. She could feel his hard cock pressing her side as his free hand slipped underneath her back, brushing the skin of her lower back before pulling her closer and towards his chest. Turning her on her side. His naked torso brushing against her exposed chest as soon as they came on contact. His hand between her legs bringing her closer to edge with each passing second, continuously pumping in and out of her, his thumb creating an unbearable pressure as they continued their heated kiss. His free hand trailing down her back and finding the curve of her ass.

Uncontrollable and unfamiliar feelings started to build inside of Hanna. She started to tremble slightly and could feel herself losing control of her body. She pulled her mouth from Caleb's and searched his chocolate brown eyes. With just one look he eased her unspoken uncertainty in seconds. His slips dropped to her neck. Trailing wet kisses up to her ear. "Just let go baby." He whispered in his deep drawl that fizzled her to the core.

He added more pressure to her clit, flicking his thumb over her more rapidly, pumping his fingers more deliberately as he worked Hanna up into a frenzy, her hips jerking to meet his every movement, blindly grasping his hair and plunging her tongue in his mouth as she finally let go. Her body shuddered violently, an explosion of pleasure shooting through her from her spine to right between her legs to her clit, drenching Caleb's fingers.

He kept moving his fingers but slowed down his movements as he felt Hanna crash over the edge, her walls clenching vigorously around his fingers. Her loud moans ricocheted off the walls, his name falling from her lips again and again as she rode out the exhilarating wave of pleasure, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to regain herself.

"Just breathe." Caleb said in his deep voice as he held her, watching her coming down from her high.

Slowly Hanna opened her eyes, looking straight into Calebs. For a moment she wasn't sure how she should feel, she had exposed herself in the most unholy manner and worst of it all, she had enjoyed it.

Before she regained the full functionality of her brain, were her thoughts interrupted by the sound of disturbed gravel of the driveway. Caleb turned his head slightly and peeked out of the window.

"I should go before your grandmother can question why her gardener is on top of her very naked and very beautiful granddaughter." He smirked.

Caleb watched the car turn the corner before climbing out the window. Hanna watched him as he made his way out, before he turned around to face her and press his lips on hers again.

"I'm stayin' in the carriage house for the summer, feel free to come 'round." He said, winking confidently and ran back into the garden.

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One or two shot? Or even more shots?

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