Okay... gulp... this kind of took on a life of it's own. It's slightly out of character but what the heck, Hanna asked him a big question and Caleb is clearly a male teenager.

Guest ~ returning the favour will not be too far away tehe

AshleyFan1999 ~ good! i'm so glad

Guest ~ re Hanna waxing aha, well I guess she's like 17 right? I feel like I know girls who started younger, but anyhow I added some more context in this chap

Pllforever ~ suggestions all noted!

h0neybunny16 ~ you really do... or just take control from your brother haha

Okay guys... Enjoy...

"You don't freak out if he doesn't text back right away"

"Why are we back here, folding programmes for the…" Hanna huffed, carefully folding the piece of coloured card in half, "Planetarium show at Hollis?"

"Because my Mom's on the organizing committee and she asked me to do this for her," Spencer explained, grabbing another piece of flat card to fold.

"This was supposed to be a sleepover, not an opportunity to use slave labour," Hanna muttered, throwing a folded booklet onto the pile.

"You're folding card, Hanna," Emily rolled her eyes.

"So," Hanna shrugged, "I'm still being forced."

"Then stop folding!" Spencer snapped, resigning herself to the fact that Hanna was clearly not in a helpful mood that night, "Just sit there and text Caleb or something."

Hanna shot Aria a knowing look, "Whoa," She let out a low noise, looking off to the side awkwardly.

"I'm sorry," Spencer immediately corrected herself, "There's just a lot going on with Ian and Jason and A."

"Hey," Aria stopped her, "We said no A talk tonight."

"And no family talk either," Hanna agreed, "We've all got problems there that we don't want to rehash," She said wryly, reaching for another booklet to fold.

"Fine," Spencer agreed, thinking of a new topic of conversation, "So Em, are you looking forward to moving into Hanna's?"

"It's going to be so much fun," Hanna didn't give Emily a chance to speak, bouncing up and down on the bed excitedly, "We can paint our nails, talk about guys, wait no, I mean girls."

"Pretty sure Caleb's not a girl," Emily grinned.

"No, he is definitely not," She murmured, looking down in embarrassment.

"Hanna!" Aria shrieked, throwing a pillow at her.

"What?" She laughed in disbelief, "I'm sure we can all vouch for the gender of our boyfriends and girlfriends."

"You're the only one of us here who's had sex," Spencer looked at her deadpan.

"Owls," Emily teased her, enjoying the blush that covered her cheeks far too much.

"So I've had sex once," Hanna shrugged, "We're not doing it at the moment."

"My Mom caught you buying condoms," Aria tilted her head and looked at her incredulously.

"She what?!" Emily fell back laughing, "Oh my god Han."

"Were you by yourself?" Spencer asked, all thoughts of the brochures that needed to be folded completely forgotten.

"No," Hanna threw her head back and sighed, "I was with Caleb," She said, reclining back against the pillows on the bed. "And it would have been fine, but then she told my Mom and now she just keeps trying to talk to me about it. There are only so many times I can say I need to go to the grocery store."

"But you hate the grocery store," Emily looked confused.

"Exactly…" Hanna shot her a knowing look as her voice trailed off.

"I'm sorry," Aria scrunched up her shoulders apologetically, "My Mom can be a littleprotective."

"So why aren't you and Caleb having sex?" Spencer asked bluntly, "I'm pretty sure I see you exchanging spit on a regular basis."

"Jeez," Hanna tried to palm her off, "What happened to the hopeless romantic from our last leaflet session?"

"She has not had a text back from her boyfriend," Spencer muttered, trying to keep her annoyance as casual as possible. Hanna bit her lip to hide a grin as she observed her friend. "I know," Spencer moaned as she caught Hanna's look, "It's ridiculous," She agreed, grabbing her phone, "But it's been 23 minutes and usually he's really good."

"O-b-s-e-s-e-d."

"You missed out an 's' Hanna."

"And you need to get laid Spencer," The blonde said, hugging a cushion on her lap.

"And we're back onto the topic of sex," Emily rolled her eyes, leaning back to rest her head on Hanna's shoulder. "Will I even be safe staying at your house?"

"Yes!" Hanna shrieked, "We're not doing it."

"But you're doing other stuff," Aria muttered, trying to act as innocent as possible.

"Aria," Hanna snapped, "That was supposed to be a secret."

"Hey," Spencer shot, "We don't have secrets," Emily couldn't help but look up at her disbelievingly, "About boys," Spencer finished. "We don't have secrets about boys… or girls."

"Clearly somebody does," Emily lifted her head to look at Hanna pointedly.

"No," Hanna shook her head quietly, "I wasn't keeping it from you guys, it's just kind of…" She trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"Personal?" Aria filled in for her.

"Oh, so the two who are getting action can chat about it, but we can't?"

"Em," Hanna couldn't help but roll her eyes at her friend's dramatics, "Do you really want me to talk to you about how it felt when Caleb fingered me and then ask you if it felt the same?"

"No," Emily conceded, "I guess not."

"Was it good?" Spencer couldn't help but ask.

"Yes," Hanna finally caved in, "Although we were surrounded by beanie babies and I wore the total wrong thong," She moaned, "You know, the type that's cotton lace, not satin?"

"Tell me you were… prepped?" Spencer asked imploringly.

"Oh she was prepped alright," Aria said quietly as she raised her eyebrows, looking down to reach for another brochure.

Emily looked at the brunette with disbelief, "And what does that mean? Something else you're not telling us?"

"It means… I had to hold Hanna's hand as she got a wax and cried like a baby."

"Hey, that wax was hot!"

"It was normal temperature," Aria argued.

"It was my first time, okay?" Hanna defended herself, "It's not normal to have somebody else sticking their head between your legs before using a hand action that's faster than a Justin Bieber hair flick."

"Is that what you say to Caleb too?" Spencer said smugly.

"Ha-ha," Hanna rolled her eyes, "He definitely wasn't complaining."

"I bet he wasn't," She murmured, holding a hand up to bat away the cushion that Hanna threw at her in response.

"Has Toby replied?" Emily decided to change the subject, reaching over to the bedside table to grab her own phone.

Spencer looked down at the screen and smiled, "Yes, he has."

"Ooooh," Hanna started as she watched all three girls texting on their phones, "Let's play a game."

"Hanna, we're not 10."

"No," She grinned, grabbing her phone off the side too, "An adult game. I read about it in cosmo."

"I'm game," Aria said.

"Me too," Emily agreed, before they all turned to look at Spencer expectantly as she sat there quietly.

"Fine," She groaned, rolling her eyes, "What do we have to do?"

"This is going to be so much fun," Hanna bounced up and down on the bed, clapping her hands excitedly. "Okay, so we all need to send the same text to one person in our phonebook and see what they reply."

"How is that a game?" Spencer snarked.

"The loser is the person with the worst response and they have to answer any question we ask them," She explained.

"What's the question?" Aria asked, ready to pull up whatever number she wanted.

"What's your number one fantasy about me?"

After several minutes of freaking out, all the girls had finally sent off the text to their significant others. Hanna had found it hilarious how Spencer had not stopped blushing since she'd hit send but she couldn't blame her best friend; she was feeling a little flushed herself at the thought of what Caleb might send back. Things had definitely taken a physical turn recently.

"Okay, he hasn't replied," Aria worried, starting to pace at the bottom of the bed. "What if he thinks I'm like some slut who'll just throw it down whenever?"

"Really Aria?" Emily shot her a warning look as she started to pace too. "Because you haven't just sent that to somebody you're in a relationship with, have you? Some of us are really putting ourselves out there right now."

"Some of us have only just got their boyfriend to text them back!" Spencer shrieked, burying her head into her pillows, "Now he definitely won't be replying."

They all turned to look at Hanna and wait for her complaint, "He's probably busy," She shrugged casually, moving over to her bag to pull out a pair of pyjamas,

"How are you this relaxed?" Emily asked, tugging unhappily on the sleeve of her t-shirt.

Hanna shrugged, "He's probably just watching a movie or something."

"That and she knows that Caleb will get it up for her."

"Excuse you," Hanna choked at Spencer's words as she pulled her top off and started to change, "Please focus on your own boyfriend."

"I can't deal with this," Aria muttered, her pacing increasing as she began to try and wear a hole into the carpet. She was just about ready to throw her phone out the window in regret when it pinged tauntingly.

Everybody stopped and looked up, waiting for her to read out the message. "Aria," Spencer snapped when she didn't say anything.

"Anything with you," Aria sighed happily, flopping backwards onto the bed as she held her phone against her chest gleefully.

"I want to vomit," Emily murmured with deep concern as she thought about Samara's lack of response. Her text completely contradicted the conversation they'd had about wanting to take it slow and she couldn't help but worry about what the other girl was thinking.

"Me too," Hanna scrunched her face up with disgust, "That's so not an answer."

"Yes it is," Aria mumbled, her eyes still shut in relief as she refused to let go of her phone.

"Me!" Emily squealed as her phone buzzed too. Her eyes scanned the message as quickly as possible before she decided it was appropriate to read aloud, "In the dress from the fashion show and in the earrings I picked out…"

"Cute," Hanna grinned, wrapping an arm around Emily and squeezing her shoulder reassuringly as she climbed onto the bed and rested her head on Hanna's shoulder in pure respite.

"That's really sweet, Em," Aria agreed.

"Seriously, it's been half an hour," Spencer continued to pace in front of them, uncaring of the responses her two friends had received, "Is he ignoring me?"

"Tell me I'm not like this," Hanna muttered in Emily's ear.

"You're not," Emily patted her leg reassuringly.

"He's typing!" Spencer yelled, her feet glued to the spot as she waited for the little blue bubble to appear, "Are you serious?"

"What does it say?" Aria sat up, looking at Spencer with concern.

"No, that's what he's said, are you serious?"

"Say yes," Hanna stood up and ran over to snatch the phone from her hands, responding before Spencer had a chance to do anything. "He's typing again," She said, biting her lip as they all waited a few more seconds to see what Toby had to say, "Oh my god," Hanna muttered, "Oh my god!"

"What?" Emily sat up too.

"Ew ew ew! I should not be reading this!"

"Gimme," Spencer snatched her phone back, immediately starting to read the message, "You in my truck, teaching me French wearing your red bra."

"Spence," Emily said in shock, her hand going to her mouth as she tried not to laugh.

"Clearly we're not the only ones who've been getting a little action," Aria looked at Hanna.

"Look how red she is!" Hanna laughed, settling herself back on the bed next to Emily.

"Seriously, can Caleb just reply so all this attention can be on someone else?" Spencer tried, "Check your phone."

"He hasn't," Hanna shrugged, knowing her phone was on loud, "He's probably just doing something with Lucas," She said, casually checking her phone for any messages. The screen was blank but she wasn't put out by it. She trusted Caleb; she didn't need to be in constant contact with him and she'd prefer that he actually put some thought into his top fantasy rather than just reply straight away.

"How are you not freaked out that he hasn't text you back?"

"I guess I just don't need proof to know he's thinking about me," She said quietly, shrugging as she looked down at her pedicure to avoid eye contact.

"Giving him a second chance was the best decision," Aria reached out to squeeze her knee.

Hanna looked up and smiled at her, "It was," She agreed as her phone started to ring. "It's him," She said, "I'm just gonna take this," She added, grabbing her phone and heading out of the earshot towards Spencer's bathroom. "Hey," She answered, shutting the door quietly behind her before she perched herself on the edge of the bath.

"Hey yourself," She could hear him grinning down the phone. "Where are you?"

"At Spencer's," She fiddled with the hem of her pajama top. "In the bathroom, where are you?"

Caleb glanced towards the bedroom door he'd just closed, "I just left Lucas watching E.T.," He said, "The kid is obsessed."

"Sounds fun," She smiled.

"It was," He agreed, "Until I looked at my phone and saw your message."

"Oh."

"Yeah," He said, "Oh."

"I'm sorry," Her voice feathered as he grunted down the phone. She could just picture him flopping back on his bunk bed, her heart clenching at the mental image. A huge part of her wanted to be where he was right now.

"You should be," He agreed, "It gave me a serious problem."

"How serious?" She teased him, chewing on her fingernails as she waited for a response. This was new ground for their relationship, but in that moment, she wanted to head there more than ever.

"Is your door locked?" He murmured, wedging his phone between his shoulder and ear as he unzipped his jeans. He felt like their recent beanie baby session had broken down a barrier in their relationship.

Hanna froze momentarily as she heard rustling before she regained her senses and flipped the lock on the door, "What are you doing?" She whispered, sitting herself back down on the bathtub.

"Thinking about you," He said slowly, "Are you thinking about me?"

"Yes," She gulped without hesitation, "I'm thinking about us," She said, awkwardly rubbing her neck as she felt heat start to pool between her thighs. This could not be happening to her as she sat there in Spencer's bathroom at a sleepover.

"I'm thinking about you," He said again, deeply, tenderly, as he reached for his cock that was already straining against his boxers. Only Hanna could get him into this state with one text. As soon as he'd read it, the blood had rushed to his groin and he'd had to think of an excuse to walk out of the living room backwards. "I'm thinking about you in the shower," He grunted, his hand starting to move up and down as he verbalized everything he'd intended to put in his response to her. "And you're there with that plait in your hair," He added, starting to work himself slightly harder.

"Caleb," She groaned quietly, her eyes closing and her face contorting slightly as she pictured what he was describing.

"But this time, you're naked," He moaned, his hand picking up pace.

"So are you," She breathed, her free hand inadvertently running to her chest to lightly squeeze her breast. She wanted it to be his hand though, not her own.

"And we're under the water," He managed to say, "And you're wet."

"I am," She muttered, her eyes squeezed shut.

"And then I push you against the tiles," He said, his head thrown back against the pillow as his cock reacted to the images running through his head, "And I fuck you," He groaned louder, "God Han." Hanna's eyes flew open as she heard a noise near the door, but she told herself to ignore it as she focused back on the phone call. "And I kiss your ear," No, her mind was straight back to that place, "And it's like our first night."

"Harder," She frowned, biting down on her finger as she heard him grunt before heavy breathing filled the line, suppressed moans fighting their way out until it went quiet.

"That's my fantasy," He eventually said, lying drained on his bed as his body finally felt satiated. "Want me to reply?" He smirked, when he received no response.

"No," Hanna gulped, "No, don't reply."

"Han?" A knock came at the door, loud enough for Caleb to hear.

"I'm fine," Hanna yelled back, hoping whoever it was would go away. "I should go," She mumbled, trying to think of anything that would clear her mind.

"You should," He agreed, his body still too comfortable to move. "Call me when everyone's asleep."

"I will," She said, wanting to prolong their conversation for as long as possible, "I'll still be thinking about you."

"Babe, I'll be thinking about you all night," He murmured, "Text me, okay?"

"Okay," She nodded, even though he couldn't see. "Bye."

"Bye."

She took one final moment to herself before flying out of the bathroom and trying to act as casual as possible. "What did he say?" Emily asked eagerly as soon as she appeared.

"He…" Hanna trailed off. She had no idea what to tell them. "He told me."

"Oh my god," Spencer looked at her knowingly, "You just had phone sex," She cringed, "You just had phone sex in my bathroom."

Hanna fell back onto the bed in the middle of all of them, "I just had phone sex… in your bathroom."

"Ew!"

"Trust me," Hanna sighed, "Not ew."

"Does this mean you lost?" Aria asked, lying next to her.

"Yeah, I think it does," She conceded. "Ask me anything."

Spencer sat forward, "Why haven't you had sex with Caleb again?" She whispered, repeating her question from earlier that Hanna had so desperately tried to avoid.

Hanna gulped again, holding a hand to her forehead as she thought about her answer. Honesty was the best policy. "Because I need to know that I'm in love with him," She said quietly, holding her phone up to look at her screen background. The photo of her and Caleb was blocked by a message alert.

Miss you

She hadn't cared that he hadn't texted back straight away. What had happened after had been worth so much more. She had every faith that she was on his mind as much as he was on hers. No text message would ever be needed to vilify that.

It was a sign.

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