So, after receiving another anonymous ask on Tumblr with the request of yet another Hope and Landon oneshot, I decided to open up the Google Docs and try to wrack my scrambled brain for words, any words. I know Handon is not a popular ship, at least not one that is written, and I also know that I'm your go-to author when you want a Handon fic. The pressure is real because of that, but also incredibly appreciated:)

I have no summary at the moment, but this is taking place during the Christmas episode after Handon reunites. Again, let's see how many words I can get onto this Google Doc before I inevitably delete them and am forced to start all over again. Because if you're an actual writer, then you should understand very clearly what I mean. If you don't ever find yourself having to continuously delete words while screaming in aggravation at your computer because you can't seem to find the proper words to go along with their meanings, than sweetheart, I applaud you. Seriously.

Anyways, you want Handon?

You should know that my sweat and blood comes along with it.

Appreciate it.

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Now onto the show.

A soft sigh of fulfillment escaped past her lips, as the fingers of one hand became deeply tangled in his black curls. Her other hand was still cupping the bottom of his cheek, gently assisting him in tilting his head in the direction opposite of hers, needing their kiss to become even deeper. "Landon." She murmured his name softly against his lively lips that kept moving hungrily with hers, her fingers now tugging at his black curls.

Hope would allow herself to relish in this moment. She would allow herself to indulge in the simple pleasure that was emanating from his lips moving against hers. She would allow herself to surrender, to give into this one desire. She wouldn't fight the soft sighs that would show him how much she wanted it. She wouldn't fight the soft gasp that emitted from her mouth after he abruptly turned her around until her back was flat against his chest. She would allow herself to moan, to pant, and to want more as she felt him start to pepper kisses across her neck. She would even allow herself to whine with need without feeling terrified that he would use her blatant desperation against her later.

Because he wouldn't do that to her, she reminded herself as she let her head tilt to one side, a soft shudder escaping her lips as she gave him all the space he needed to continue to press kisses against her skin. She knew that he would never take her vulnerability and run with it, only to later use it as a weapon specifically designed for her. Anyone else would though. Anyone else would smirk at the idea of seeing the strong, unbreakable and powerful Hope Mikaelson coming apart at the seams, but not him.

She felt him grip her waist, his fingers sliding underneath the hem of her shirt only slightly as his lips continued to suck on her neck. She moaned again as her hips began to shift with a need, which caused her jean bottom to rub up against his jeans. His fingers felt scorching against the skin of her bare waist and everything was happening so slowly, so fucking slowly. "Landon," She whined with aggravation.

Landon disconnected his mouth from her neck and pressed a gentle kiss on the side of her ear, "Hope, I know what you want," He whispered in a firm but understanding tone, wanting her to know that he understood her desire to make a run for his bed, "and trust me when I say that the want is clouding my mind just as much, but there is no need to rush it." One hand slid up her stomach and gently cupped one of her breasts through her bra, "I just got you back," He placed another kiss on the side of her neck while keeping his hand completely still over her breast, "and I want to enjoy you first."

She felt frozen against his chest. His tone sounded almost authoritative and that alone caused Hope to immediately become compliant with his request. She had never thought, or even imagined that Landon could sound that unbelievably sensuous before. His tone consisted of pure confidence and it had left Hope wondering if maybe he had lied about being a virgin, especially after his mouth had lowered back down to suck on her pulse point, causing another tortured shudder to escape past her lips.

A few minutes later, Landon lifted his head from her soft skin and took in his surroundings. Hearing the low pants come from Hope and seeing the bright Christmas lights around them finally made him pause and think. Anyone could come out here at any second and witness this. It'd probably end up being the talk of the entire school and considering he really wanted to take the rest of Hope's clothes off, he figured they'd better quickly move elsewhere.

With a reluctant sigh, Landon's hands slipped out from underneath her shirt, but not before leaving a sweet, closed-mouthed kiss on her forehead by her hair line. "We should probably escape to my room before anyone comes looking for you, huh?" He murmured against her hair.

Hope instantly turned around in his arms. "Yes." Her tone was an abrupt plea, her eyes a dark, smoldering blue, and considering the soft, needy moans that he heard from her just minutes prior, he didn't expect to hear much disagreement from her when he gripped her bottom and dragged her body against his front again.

She felt something hard press against her stomach. "Mm," Hope gasped out in surprise, a feeling of dryness overcoming her mouth. She didn't have to be sexually experienced to know what that was. The feeling of his dick pressing against her only spurred her actions. Hope raised up on her tiptoes and grabbed the side of his neck, quickly forcing their lips back together again. Her leg raised up and urgently wrapped itself around his waist and she probably would have even jumped up if she believed Landon could hold her.

His eyes widened. "Hope," Landon panted against her swollen lips, his hand subconsciously gripping her thigh to hold her, "we should really stop for a second." He could feel her breathing quicken, her ample chest rising and pressing up against him with her every exhale. She reluctantly let go of his lips. "This isn't the place." Landon cupped her flushed face, stroking her cheek, "When we make it up to my room and the door is closed, we can completely lose ourselves in each other, I promise."

With a sigh of displeasure, Hope let her leg drop back down on the cement and took a small step back, her blue eyes flickering to the entryway. Her gaze shifted back to him with an adjuring stare, silently telling him that she wanted to get to his room as quickly as possible. His response was a nod of agreement, before he took her hand and started their short walk back into the Salvatore boarding house.