Hanna's POV

As I removed my dress and bra, I saw Emily move under the covers, holding them open for me to join her. I quickly climbed in and pulled her close to me.

I was incredibly turned on from our make-out session on the couch and just now, but I needed a minute to calm down. I knew we shouldn't rush into things. There was too much that needed to be talked about.

As I laid there with her body curled into mine and her head on my shoulder, I could feel her begin lazily trace patterns on my stomach. After a few minutes, her hands moved farther down on my stomach. After teasing the sensitive area just above my underwear, I reached down to steady her hand.

"What's wrong? Don't you want this?" Emily whispered. I could hear her heart breaking with each word.

I turned over so that I could face her, knowing I needed to look into her eyes when I responded. "Of course I want this. I want this so badly. But I don't want to rush this. I know you don't want to talk about what happened before, but I need to before I can even think of going there with you." I stated, hoping that she would understand and not take this as rejection.

"Oh." She said quietly, clearly hurt.

Figuring now was as good of a time as any, especially since she was now laying there in silence, to explain. For the next 15 minutes I tried to explain about everything that happened between us before. I told her how I had realized my attraction and feelings for her, but was scared to act on them. Then the mixture of liquid courage and her naked body gave me the boldness I needed to make a move. Her eyes bored into my mine as I told her how amazing that night was and how I regret ever answering my phone and leaving her. But that the thing I regretted the most was how I treated her afterwards.

I didn't provide an excuse for my behavior, knowing there wasn't a good one. I was scared of how powerful my feelings were and afraid of losing everything that I thought mattered to me. But that eventually I realized that the only thing that really mattered was her and I was miserable without her. That when we became friends again I was so happy to have her in my life, but terrified because the feelings I had buried were still there and eventually came bursting to the surface.

I even told her about A's threat against my mother and how I had to tell Spencer and Aria after all this time. And while it was hard at the time, it forced me to be honest with my feelings for her and eventually led us here.

Emily was silent as I explained, knowing I needed to get everything out without interruption. By the time I finished, tears were streaming down my face. I buried my head in Emily's neck, choking out apologies between each sob, as she rubbed my back soothingly.

When I had finally calmed down, she pulled back from me so that we were face to face. My heart was racing, now knowing what she would say. I hoped she wouldn't hate me for being a coward or ignoring her the way that I did. She seemed to have forgiven me but I was afraid she had just chosen to forget. I needed her to hear it from me that I knew I was wrong and that I was sorry before I could trust myself with her again.

After a few seconds of silence, she finally spoke, "Hanna...you broke my heart…"

At these words my heart sank and I looked away from her, back down at the bed in shame. Suddenly, I could feel her long fingers lifting my chin, bringing my eyes back up to meet hers.

"Don't look away. Please hear me. You did break my heart, but I know you won't do it again. I know that you're sorry and that you aren't that same scared girl anymore. The simple fact that you wanted to explain everything and apologize before jumping back into things, speaks volumes. I forgive you, I trust you, and most importantly, I love you." She said as she leaned in and captured my lips as if trying to further convey everything she had just said.

The kiss was slow, without urgency, as if we were both trying to make each moment last forever, not trying to rush anything.

Emily's POV

Hanna's confession was the most honest and vulnerable that I had ever seen her. I knew it was hard for her to say those words and admit her mistakes, but she needed to clear her conscience before she would ever trust herself with me again. I had forgiven her, but she hadn't forgiven herself.

Seeing her so raw broke my heart. I knew I would have to tell her how much she had hurt me before, but I needed her to believe me that I loved her. I hoped the words were enough, but in case they weren't, I followed them up with a kiss. A kiss laced with trust and love.

After several minutes of kissing her slowly, I need more. I shifted our positions so that I was laying half on top of her. A low moan from deep within her throat emerged as the bare skin of our breast came in contact. Hearing her desire jump started my body into overdrive.

I deepened our kiss, biting at her bottom lip, forcing her to open her mouth. My hands instantly were on her body, touching her anywhere and everywhere all at once. I could sense her initial shock at my mood change, which she quickly reciprocated as I cupped her breast and tugged at her nipple. I felt her grab at me hips, pulling them down impossibly closer to hers, desperate for any satisfying form of friction.

I pulled away slightly so that I could kiss down her neck and chest, capturing her taught nipples between my teeth. Her body arched into mine relishing in both the pain and pleasure I was causing. Kissing down her body further, I let my tongue trail along the curves of her stomach, dipping into her belly button, before a long stroke across the length of her underwear, which caused her to buck her hips up towards me.

Taking this as a sign that she and I were on the same page, I looped my fingers in her underwear and slowly guided them down her body. I could smell her arousal and feel her quiver under my touch as I made my way back up the length of her body to her waiting lips.

I took her mouth hungrily with mine before slowing down to more tender kisses as my hand trailed down her body. As my hand rested just below her belly button, I had a brief flash back to the night in the cabin, when we were at the same point, only reversed, but it didn't happen. Now here we were well over a year later and she's had sex before, while I still hadn't.

She must have felt me tense up and knew she would have to break me from my own thoughts and hesitation.

"Babe, it's okay. I want this. I want you." She said softly, trying to encourage me.

"I don't know what I should do…I haven't been with anyone…I'm still a virgin…" I whispered, feeling my face redden at the admission.

"You mean, you and Maya never?" She asked as I shook my head. "Not Samara either?"

"Samara and I were close, but I couldn't go through with it. I knew I had feelings for you at that point and it wouldn't have been fair for either of us." I responded quietly.

"Well I'm glad you waited. I'm glad that I get to be your first… I've never been with a girl either, so we'll learn what to do together, okay? She said, probably choosing that over having to comment on the fact that she had sex with Caleb, as I simply nodded.

Before having any time to feel jealous over Caleb, she flipped our positions so that she was now on top of me. She kissed me sweetly before sliding down the length of my body and removing the last barrier between us. As she climbed back up my body, she rested her hand on the top of my thigh. When she reached my lips again, she stopped just before kissing me, looked me in the eye and whispered one simple sentence that I will never forget.

"I want to make love to you, Emily Fields" she said, each word laced with passion and pending desire. When she leaned down to kiss me, I felt her fingers move to my core.

She cupped me at first, as if waiting for permission. I moaned at the contact and spread my legs, allowing her better access. I gasped into her mouth as I felt her slip a finger between my wet folds. She explored every inch of me before finding my now incredibly swollen bundle of nerves. I bucked my hips into her hand when she first made contact.

I could feel her smile into my kiss, knowing she had found what she was looking for. She rubbed slow teasing circles around it. I tried readjusting my hips so that I could get more friction, but she pinned me down with her one leg still draped over mine. After a few minutes of teasing she slowed her finger completely causing me to whimper from the loss of contact. She broke our kiss long enough to look me in the eyes.

"I love you so much." She spoke quietly and truthfully, as she lowered her finger down to the entrance of my hole and gently slide one finger inside me. I moaned loudly as I felt her enter me, no longer caring that Mrs. Marin was sleeping just one room away.

Hanna began a slow steady rhythm between our bodies, bringing her finger completely out before re-entering me each time. Soon I could feel my breathing becoming more labored and it was hard to control the noises coming from my throat. She kissed me forcefully in an attempt to quiet my moaning as she increased her pace.

As she quickened our rhythm she also added another finger, further increasing the pressure that was building from the pit of my stomach. After a few more minutes of our bodies moving together as one, with Hanna's fingers buried inside me and my face buried in her shoulder, trying not to scream out, I felt myself tighten around her.

Fireworks shot out from behind my eyes and a wave of pleasure, more intense than I had ever imagined, broke over my body. Hanna remained inside of me but slowed her motions as she let me ride out the last few seconds of euphoria. When she finally pulled her fingers out, I shuddered from the loss of contact and the sensitivity of every nerve in my body.

I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, I just laid there in a complete state of bliss. Moments later I was only vaguely aware of Hanna pulling the covers back over us and holding me in her arms.

"I love you" was the last thing I remember hearing before falling asleep in the warm embrace of her arms.