A/N: Surprise! I eventually decided to add this chapter —and, if you'd like, I might add a final one as well where Caleb finds Hanna in the church...obviously alive ;)— to this story because of your awesome reviews, which truly inspired me. I'm really happy you guys appreciated the first chapter and I thought I could actually keep writing this. So, this chapter starts exactly where we left off in the first one — let's just pretend that Aria and Ezra never interrupted Haleb like they did in the show, lol. I'm pretty sure that before they came into the room, I caught a glimpse of Caleb's hand moving off Hanna's face to go lower...hence this chapter is born. Just a little warning: this second shot could be someway rated M, but it's nothing too naughty, so no worries, haha ;) Just thought I should warn you, but just in case :) Well, I hope you'll like it enough to leave me another comment! Happy reading :)
Things can only go one way now.
Caleb's hand, someway, moves away from Hanna's face only to descend and grip her jacket, tugging at it before making a clear move in attempt to slide it off her. She doesn't fight it and let him do that, without parting their lips. When her jacket is off, he pushes her down on the bed and hovers her, roaming his hands up and down her sides before finally slipping underneath the thin material of her shirt.
But then, suddenly, he stops and pulls away. He looks down at her as she slowly lifts her eyelids. Her breathing is heavy just like his. Caleb just needs to be sure that she's okay with what they're about to do, what he desperately wants to do, because, no matter what, he doesn't want to push her into anything. Sure, she just told him that she never stopped loving him, but he doesn't know if this is what she wants right now.
Hanna stares up at him for a long moment, bringing her hands up to rest at his sides. He takes a strand of her hair between his fingers and moves it away from her face, and he's about to ask her if she's sure but she has already read his mind because she's nodding.
For once in her life, Hanna Marin doesn't want to feel guilty.
He nods back at her before taking the hem of her shirt, pulling it up. She raises her arms and helps him pull it off her head, then he just throws it away.
No matter how many times he's seen her body, he's always enchanted by her beauty. He takes a second to take in the image of her black lacy bra contrasting the paleness of her skin before leaning down and reconnecting his lips with hers. Hanna pulls his jacket off his shoulders as she responds to his kiss, and his shirt follows in a matter of seconds. His upper half is even more toned than the last time she checked.
Caleb's next move brings him to his knees across the bed to carefully remove Hanna's shoes before straightening himself up to unbutton her jeans and pull them down until he can finally take them off. He bits his bottom lip when he sees her in nothing but her matching underwear set and suddenly feels eager. He quickly unbuckles his belt, undoes his jeans, kicks his shoes off and finally removes the jeans, as fast as he can. And he's not wearing any underwear.
Hanna doesn't have enough time to fully admire his naked figure again after years because Caleb's once again all over her, covering her body with his as a second skin. He smashes his mouth against hers and kisses her with all the passion running through his veins, tangling his hands through her hair as their tongues begin battling again. She responds by roaming her hands down his whole smooth back, starting from his toned shoulders and descending all the way down until they stop on his hips.
Caleb pulls away and bits gently on her bottom lip before licking it to soothe the pain, then does the same to her chin as his hands are suddenly busy to lower the cups of her bra. When he's done, he kisses all the way down her jawline, neck, collarbone until he finally reaches her perfect breasts. He grabs them gently and alternates kisses between the two, massaging their sides as she starts squirming beneath his stronger body. She brings her hands to his head, running her thin fingers through his short but thick locks, pulling at it everytime his tongue touches one of her nipples.
He's in complete control right now, and she loves it. She loves it especially when he becomes exasperated and struggles to find the clasp of her bra blindly moving a hand behind her back, which she arches to help him. He eventually finds it and unclasps the black item, freeing her a little bit more. He places a kiss on her left breast and then another one to the right before standing back up again.
He softly runs his hands up her thighs before grabbing the waistband of her panties, looking at her to ask for a silent permission. She's slightly flushed, her blue eyes are narrowed but sparkling and she's chewing on her lower lip. Her chest rises and falls following the pace of her heavy breathing, her hair is a mess of tangled locks, but she looks like a fucking goddess to Caleb, the most beautiful being he has ever seen.
She nods, twice, and releases her bottom lip from her teeth. He nods back and moves his gaze back to her waist, where he gently pulls at her panties and starts to move them down. When they leave her womanhood, though, he just stays focused on them. His eyes follow them as they caress her smooth skin, brushing softly against her thighs, her knees, her calfs, her ankles and finally her feet. They end their slow descent and he finally takes them off, placing them on the ground before standing back on his feet.
And now he looks at her, completely naked for him. He smiles. He genuinely wonders if a girl can actually be this beautiful, but he's got his answer right in front of him. She looks back at him and makes a small smile back. She's happy.
Caleb comes to her side of the bed and offers her a hand to help her up. She accepts it and suddenly they're both standing on their feet, too close to resist to the urge of kissing again. They do that, and he holds her tightly at her waist as she cups his face and moves it and the angle she likes, their lips becoming a wonderful single thing once again. They pull back at the same time, exchanging an intimate look before he pulls away slightly from her body. He takes her hand in his and laces their fingers, then he uses his free hand to pull back the covers of the bed. He carefully sets the pillow where he thinks it has to be, where he knows Hanna would be comfortable resting her head on it. When he's done, he helps her sit on the mattress and then lie down.
Hanna doesn't let go of his hand and looks up at him, blinking twice, then she pulls him toward her. He positioned himself on top of her, careful not to hit her as he does that, gently pushing her legs apart in order to be able to lie in between them. Once he thinks they're settled, he pulls back up the covers, over their naked, trembling, eager bodies.
Caleb nudges his nose against hers and looks deep into her eyes as he takes a hold of both of her hands, moving them at either side of her head as he locks their fingers again, but this time tighter. He rests his forehead against hers and mantains their eye-contact as he slowly enters her. Hanna closes her eyes and squeezes his hands at the feeling, letting out an almost whispered gasp which sounds like heaven to his ears.
He stills once he's fully into her body. She's always so tight and warm for him and it just feels so good. No one feels like her. He closes his eyes too and breaths out a small sigh, then he feels her arms coming up to hug him, and she holds him tightly, so tightly against her, like she wants him to be as close as possible, like she's not letting him go this time.
Not this time.
This time he won't leave.
This time they won't lose their way.
When they open their eyes in the exact same moment, because they have an infallible harmony, they mirror their gazes into each other's eyes and they realize.
This is the first time they make love in years.
Neither of them has made love since when they were in New York. They never felt this way since then. And that's because taking clothes off and just having sex is so easy. It's just a process, it's nothing complicated, at all. But making love is different. Making love is letting a person enter you, but not just phisically. When you make love you touch someone's heart, you embrace someone's soul, you share your life with someone, even if just for a moment.
And that's exactly what is happening right now, in this dark cold motel room, where two people always been madly in love have just found their way back to each other, as they always do.
They just can't say goodbye to each other, not for good.
The invisible thread connecting their hearts has never split.
He begins moving slowly, with delicacy. She loops her legs around his waist and buckles her hips up to meet him. They know every inch of each other by heart, they've done this a billion times, but this time is just perfect. It's like it's all in order. Every move, every kiss, every shiver, every sigh. Everything.
Their hands touch each other's face, tracing their familiar outlines, as they merge their lips again while continuing to create pleasure, warmth and love with their joined bodies.
It's like the clock of the world has stopped, time doesn't exist.
They don't realize how long the whole connection lasts, probably because their real connection is endless, but eventually Hanna closes her eyes shut and lets herself go in a short gasp, the love become too much for her to handle. Caleb can almost feel her heart explode, happy that he's been the one who just gave her that shock of pleasure, and when she pulls him even closer to her, he follows her in the fulfillment, spilling everything he's left to give into her.
They stay like that for a minute, catching their breaths, both silent and still. There's no regret, no guilt, no doubt. Once again, there's just love. That's what they just made, after all.
Caleb still has his forehead pressed against hers when she opens her eyes, looking into his ones. Hanna smiles again. She's even happier now that she's completely sure that the love between them is still there, that has never changed. She felt it while he was into her, she felt just the same way of years ago. It was just as beautiful as years ago, or maybe even more. The way he undressed her, the way he did it all with such delicacy and gentleness, the way he looked at her for the whole time, the way she totally lost the sense of time while he was into her. This is the man she loves with all her heart, that's for sure. The man she's been loving for years and years.
He smiles back before catching her lips between his once again, just to let her know that he knows what she's thinking and he totally agrees with her.
"I never stopped loving you either." he whispers against his lips, nudging her nose slightly.
This is the first time that one of the two speaks after they kissed, and that's exactly what Hanna was dying to hear from his beautiful, soft lips.
Her smile grows, she's showing her perfectly white teeth now, but Caleb can only catch a glimpse of that because she's suddenly pulling him closer, demanding another kiss. And of course he obliges, he knows he would do anything for his princess.
This is exactly how home feels like, the home he never had in his life until meeting the woman he's kissing right now.
Hanna is his home.
And this time he won't leave his home.
When their kiss ends, he rolls off her before pulling her into his arms and hugging her the tightest he can, kissing the top of her head before whispering the three magic words he's never told anyone but her.
"I love you."
It feels so nice to finally hear those words from him, Hanna thinks. He's told her a thousand times, but this time they sound different. They have such a beautiful sound and she can't do anything but look up at him and, smiling again with no more shadows in her eyes or heart, say them back to him, the man of her life.
"I love you too."
Life didn't give them the opportunity to live their love the way it deserved in the past. But right now, life is giving them a second chance, and they sure as hell won't throw it away.
Tonight needs no more promises or demonstrations. They already made this night their night, and whatever is going to happen from now on doesn't matter.
The only thing that matters is their love, a love that always triumphs, and tonight just proved it.
