Did y'all see Tyshley's exchange on Instagram stories for Tyler's birthday, and also Ashley's "WHO MISSES HALEB? LOVE YOU TUNA"? So sweet! I want them together so badly! Let's get a Haleb spin-off, or a Tyshley marriage (or both!) ASAP, please!

Enjoy! ;)

It was an unseasonably hot day in Rosewood, nearing one hundred degrees, and everyone in the campaign office was feeling it. Everyone seemed to be tense and irritable, and none more so than Hanna.

Nothing seemed to be going right that day. The interns weren't focused, due to the heat, and weren't accomplishing any of the urgent tasks that needed to be completed. She and Caleb seemed to be fighting even more than usual, and couldn't agree on anything at all. To top it all off, their office computer system had just crashed, so even if people had been being productive, they really couldn't work on anything now, so Veronica had sent everyone home early, and even she had left about an hour ago.

The computer system crash wasn't major, more of a slight inconvenience than anything else, and Caleb knew it wouldn't be too much of an issue to solve, so he stuck around to fix it after everyone else had left, so that they would be ready to go again the next morning.

Hanna had stayed as well; as much as she was bothered by the heat, she knew it wouldn't be any better at home (it was so hot, that she knew even her state-of-the-art air conditioning system couldn't alleviate this heat). And she really didn't want to go home to an empty house again. Jordan had been away on business for nearly two weeks now, and she was tired of going home alone, and eating dinner alone, and watching night-time TV alone, with no one to talk to but her housekeeper, Dorota. There were only so many dinners and galas and fundraisers she could find to occupy her time with, so instead, she stayed, organizing campaign buttons and posters and stickers.

But the real reason Hanna stayed, although she wouldn't admit it to anyone, not even herself, was because she knew Caleb was still there.

Hanna knew she shouldn't be feeling like this. She knew how wrong it was. She was married, for Christ's sake, with a husband who adored her and supported her, financially and otherwise. Things between her and Jordan were great. And it's not like she actually liked Caleb - far from it. Most of the time, she couldn't even stand him. But she just wanted him, in a way she couldn't even describe. She would watch his hands as he worked on something at his computer, and imagine those hands roaming over her body, touching her most sensitive skin. They would be talking (probably arguing, really) about some new idea for the campaign, and she would just watch his lips, mesmerized, as she imagined them kissing her, kissing every single inch of her body, kissing her in all of the places where she desired to be touched. Any time their hands would brush against each other as they reached for the same pen, or the same campaign file, it felt like her skin was on fire where he had touched her.

And she didn't even want to admit how many times she had fantasized about his cock pulsing inside of her.

She had never wanted anyone this badly, ever. It had been so long since she and Jordan had been intimate, and she needed to be touched. And for some reason, not even comprehensible to herself, she desperately wanted Caleb to be the one to touch her.

The heat and the tension of the day definitely weren't helping, and Hanna could feel herself throbbing for him, wanting him to be inside of her more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.

She couldn't take it anymore. She had been burying these feelings deep inside of her for so long, and she was about to crack. She needed him. Now. She had been feeling like this for a long time now, and it was about time she do something about it.

So she went and found Caleb in the interns' cubicle, where he was attempting to find the source of the crash. He looked up from the computer he was working at as he heard her footsteps approaching, unaware that anyone else was still even in the office.

"I need to talk to you," she told him, urgency in her voice, not looking him in the eyes. "Can we go to your office?"

Could he tell how much she wanted him right now?

"Sureee," he said hesitantly. "You're pissed about something again, aren't you? What did I do this time?"

But she didn't answer, just led him through the maze of desks and computers to his own office.

As he followed her inside, she went to stand against the far wall, as far from him as possible in the small space.

"Can you close the door?" she asked him quietly, despite the fact that there was no one else left in the office.

He obliged, and then leaned against the top of his desk, facing her.

She didn't say anything for a long time, and Caleb was confused, but didn't say anything, for fear of pissing her off further. He tried to catch her eye to figure out what was going on, but she refused to even look at him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she broke the silence.

"I want you," she whispered, so quietly he almost couldn't hear her, finally meeting his eyes.

He did hear her, though, and a cocky smirk immediately settled on his face, making Hanna's insides buzz. But he knew he wanted to draw this satisfaction out.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you. I know you mustn't have said what I thought I heard," he said mockingly, still smirking.

She knew he had heard exactly what she said, but she wanted - no, needed - him so badly right now, that she was willing to do this his way.

"I want you," she told him, louder, more confidently this time, making sure he could hear her every word. "I want you so fucking badly." Her voice quivered with this last statement.

"Hmm," he started simply, that annoying smirk still on his face. "I could pretend to be surprised, but I'm not gonna do that." He would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about this before, too. Every time she showed up at the office wearing one of those tight little dresses that showed off just enough to drive him crazy but still, in his opinion, left way too much to the imagination, he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be with quite possibly the most attractive woman he'd ever laid eyes on. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me," he said, raising his eyebrows.

God, he was infuriating. He was so smug and arrogant, she seriously had no idea what she saw in him. But he was really fucking hot, albeit, not usually her type, and she had let her imagination run wild about him far too many times, and she needed this to be reality now. Plus, she had seen another side of him when he had taken the blame with Veronica for her screw-up, so maybe he really wasn't as insufferable as she had originally thought.

"But what would your husband think about this?" Caleb asked her, finally standing up from the desk and beginning to make his way towards her.

She brushed off his question. The unspeakable things he was making her feel by just looking at her meant she couldn't care less about Jordan right now.

"I don't care," she rushed out, breathless. "I need you. Now."

"Like I said, I've seen this coming for a long time now. It's about time you realized it, too," he told her, winking as he stopped to stand right in front of her, but just out of reach.

Hanna was sick and tired of all this talking; she wanted to feel him inside of her, now.

"Are you gonna fuck me or what?" she asked desperately.

He leaned in close, his hands resting on either side of the wall behind her, trapping her there, to whisper in her ear huskily, "I am most definitely going to fuck you. Not only am I going to fuck you, I am going to give you the most incredible orgasm of your life."

Her breath hitched at this, and it took everything in her not to reach out and pull him towards her and connect their lips.

"But now that you're all hot and bothered, I think it's time for me to have some fun with you, don't you agree?"

She took it back; he really was that insufferable. She seriously couldn't stand him. Here she was, aching for him, throwing her dignity out the window and practically begging him to fuck her, and he was playing games. If she wasn't so turned on right now, she knew the primary feeling she would have coursing through her would be humiliation.

She rolled her eyes, but asked, "What were you thinking?" She just wanted to get this over with so he would fuck her already.

"Strip," he demanded.

She tried to hide her surprise. That was all he wanted? That was basically what she had been begging for them both to do this entire time. She wanted to be naked, and she definitely wanted him to be naked.

But Caleb wanted to be able to take the time to really appreciate her body, the body that he already knew would be incredible.

She began to slowly unbutton the blouse she was wearing, revealing the black lace of her bra, little by little. She watched as his eyes darkened with lust, and, as she reached the last button, she slipped the blouse off of her shoulders and let it drop at their feet.

Caleb let out a low moan as he took in her bra-clad chest, and she looked up at him pleadingly, desperately, but he just gestured to her skirt as if to say, "Keep going."

If she didn't want him so fucking badly, she would not have put up with this from any guy.

She unzipped her pencil skirt, and slid it down, revealing her matching black lace panties, infinitely grateful that she had chosen to wear sexy underwear that day.

She heard him take in a sharp breath. He was just staring at her; this was what teenage fantasies were made of. Here was this insanely gorgeous woman, showing off her unbelievably hot body in just lacy underwear and nothing else, begging for him to fuck her.

He suddenly pressed two fingers against her centre, satisfied to find the fabric of her panties completely soaked through already.

"You're already so wet for me," he murmured, applying some more pressure, making her want him even more. "You are a bad, bad girl, Hanna," he teased. But hey, if she didn't mind cheating on her husband, then he certainly wasn't going to complain.

"Caleb, please," she whimpered. She didn't know how much longer her body could take the throbbing and aching.

He didn't know if it was the fact that she had said his name for the first time throughout all of this, or if it was the vulnerability in her voice, or what, but those simple two words were enough to make him forget about the games, about making her beg for him, about making her long for him like he had longed for her, pretty much since the first time he had met her.

He pushed her against the wall, and he heard her gasp in surprise. Their eyes locked, and they stood looking at each other for what felt like an eternity. But then suddenly, she was wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his head down so their lips could finally meet.

It was like there was a jolt of electricity as their lips touched for the first time. It was exactly what both of them had been waiting for, had been craving, for so long. But then Caleb came to his senses again, and he remembered that he wanted to do this his way, which meant making her wait, making her long for him, ache for him.

As he pulled away, Hanna leaned her head back against the wall, and Caleb began to place soft kisses on her lips, teasing her. He used his teeth to capture her lower lip, nibbling on it gently. Hanna let out a soft moan, emanating from deep within her. Then Caleb left a trail of wet kisses along her jawline, before finding her lips again.

He dragged his tongue along Hanna's lower lip, and she immediately granted him entrance. Their tongues fought for dominance before settling into an easy rhythm. Caleb moaned into the kiss, the vibrations driving Hanna crazy.

He had imagined kissing Hanna countless times before, and it had been amazing, but somehow, this was even better than his fantasies.

They fit together perfectly, and he couldn't stop himself from running his hands all over her body, wanting to explore every inch of it - over her shoulders, under her bra strap, down her back, before squeezing her ass, and then settling there, massaging it.

They pulled apart, breathless, and he began to place soft kisses down her neck, pausing every once in a while to nibble and suck, definitely leaving a bruise. Hopefully her husband wouldn't be returning anytime soon. Not that Caleb cared if he did, if this is what him being gone meant.

"Wait," she panted, pulling away suddenly. "You need...to take off...your clothes...now," she got out between breaths.

In almost no time at all, Caleb had ripped off his jacket, shirt, and jeans, and was left standing there in just his Calvin Klein boxers. She could now see the enormous bulge in his underwear, and she knew that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

She pressed a hand roughly against his erection, massaging him through the cotton, before leaning in to whisper in his ear huskily, "Looks like somebody wants me, too."

He resumed kissing her, letting his hands roam her perfect body again, this time undoing the clasp of her bra, pulling it off of her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor with the rest of their clothes, before he rested his hands on her lower back and increased the speed of the kiss.

Their bodies melted into each other again, and he could feel her bare breasts pressing against his naked chest. She moaned as his fingers slipped into the band of her panties and pulled them down. She kicked them off, one foot at a time, leaning into him further for balance.

They separated again, and he began a trail of kisses down her body, starting with her neck and chest, down between her breasts, and over her flat stomach, while his fingers toyed with her pebbled nipples.

He then crouched down, gripping the back of her legs to hold her upright, and began to place wet kisses up her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her centre. Finally, she felt his tongue flick her clit, and she moaned loudly. Good thing there was no one else in the office.

She felt his tongue moving in and out of her wet folds, and just as she thought she couldn't hold off anymore, he stopped, standing back up, and kissing her passionately again.

He groaned into the kiss, feeling his erection pressing against her centre, through his boxers.

They pulled apart so he could remove the last piece of fabric separating them, and she couldn't help but check him out as his cock came into view.

He was huge - way bigger than Jordan - and she couldn't stop the impressed smile from crossing her face, couldn't keep her eyes from widening in surprise as she took in the impressive sight before her, couldn't help the way she licked her lips involuntarily - she could already tell this was going to be absolutely incredible. She hadn't slept with anyone else since she had met Jordan, but there had been quite a few guys before him, in high school and college, so, even with a decent number to compare him to, she was already feeling confident that this was going to be the best sex of her life.

He smirked as he saw the expression on her face, but was cut off by her connecting their lips again.

He pulled away to reach for his discarded jeans, finding his wallet in one of the pockets, looking through it to find a condom.

But when Hanna saw what he was holding, she put her hand out to stop him before he could tear open the foil packet.

"Are you clean?" she asked him quietly. She was on birth control, so she didn't have to worry about that. But she didn't know if she had other things to worry about with him.

He just nodded. He didn't go unprotected - he didn't know where most of the girls he slept with had been, and he wasn't about to take chances. But he didn't think he had anything to worry about with Little Miss Perfect, here.

"I wanna feel you," she murmured. She had been wanting this for so long, and she didn't want anything between them. She wanted to feel him, all of him. And Caleb had absolutely no issue with that, either, so he let the condom fall back to the floor with their discarded clothing.

"Are you sure?" he asked gently, and she knew he wasn't just talking about protection.

He wanted this, wanted her, so badly - he could already feel his cock throbbing for her - but he also didn't want her to do something she would end up regretting later, so he was giving her one last chance to back out, if that's what she wanted.

But that wasn't what she wanted. And the intensity in his eyes, the way he was looking at her, such genuine concern in them, made her even more sure that this is exactly what she wanted to be doing right now.

"I'm sure," she murmured, nodding slightly.

"Good," he breathed, grinning, and then he was kissing her again, his tongue forcing its way her mouth, and then, finally, he was thrusting into her, and as he groaned, she almost screamed. She could feel him filling her, stretching her, almost painfully, given his size.

But, she adjusted to the size quickly, and it felt fantastic. She knew she was going to be sore tomorrow, but she didn't care. It was so worth it. She had needed this, so badly.

He couldn't believe how hot and tight and wet she was; she felt incredible around his member.

He thrust into her over and over again, and they were both moaning and groaning loudly. There was nothing slow or romantic about this; this was months of pent-up sexual frustration, longing, and tension finally coming to fruition, and neither of them wanted to take their time.

She could feel him hitting her G-spot with every thrust, and she didn't understand how he seemed to know her body so well already. He grabbed her legs, right under her ass, and lifted her up, and she wrapped them around his waist so she could get deeper penetration. She ran her fingers through his dark hair, tugging lightly, as their lips moved together in perfect sync.

"Is that good?" he murmured against her lips, continuing to move in and out of her rhythmically, his hands roaming her smooth skin.

"So good," she confirmed breathlessly, her eyes squeezed tightly closed in pure bliss. "Oh, god, Caleb, that feels amazing!" she moaned. This was even better than she could have hoped for, better than she could have even imagined.

He absolutely loved the way his name sounded rolling off of her tongue in that little moan of hers, and it turned him on even more, and suddenly he was grinding her against the wall roughly as she pulsed around his cock.

She had never had sex like this, ever. It was rough and passionate, and exactly what she needed. He infuriated her and frustrated her and drove her absolutely insane, but, god, did he turn her on, beyond belief.

He hoisted her up even higher on his waist to change the angle he was driving into her at, and she moaned into his mouth, gripping onto his shoulders to hold him as close as possible.

She had never known sex could feel this insanely good. Jordan had never made her feel like this - no one had. She could say a lot of negative things about Caleb Rivers, but he seriously knew how to pleasure a woman.

With each excruciatingly, torturously, ridiculously satisfying thrust, Hanna could feel herself getting closer and closer to an unbelievable orgasm.

She threw her head back as he kissed her neck urgently.

"Oh my god," she moaned. "Fuck. Caleb!" she nearly screamed.

He thrust into her a few more times, even more aggressively than before, determined to make her come.

She moved her hips in time with his, and buried her head in the crook of his neck, her fingers digging into his back, tightening her legs around his waist and squeezing her eyes closed as she reached her climax.

"Shit, Hanna," Caleb moaned, as he felt her inner walls tightening around him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately once more, tangling their tongues together, grinding her hips against him, encouraging him to join her.

It wasn't long before he felt the familiar sensation of letting go, and spilling himself inside of her.

They stayed like that, him holding her against the wall, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, his cock buried deep inside of her, for a long time. She leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes, breathless and exhausted. He brushed a few strands of hair from her sweaty forehead, and then rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes, too.

Eventually, he pulled out of her and put her back down on the floor, but tightened his grip on her ass to hold her up as she attempted to steady herself on her wobbly legs.

"Wow," she said finally. "That was...amazing."

"I should have warned you," Caleb started, that cocky smirk back on his face. "Once you have Caleb Rivers, no one else will ever compare, and you'll never really be satisfied again." He shrugged nonchalantly.

And just like that, he was back to being his usual dick self. She rolled her eyes. But she was also worried that what he said could be true. That had been, without a doubt, the most mind-blowing sex of her life.

Despite her exhaustion and the fact that she could barely stand up by herself, she already missed the feeling of him inside of her.

"How would you feel..." she started, running her hand down his chest and stomach, and stopping to rub his cock roughly. "About going for round two?"

"Damn, girl," he told her, laughing. "I don't know if I can keep up with you." He was seriously amazed at how turned on she was again, or still was, even after he had just brought her to an incredible orgasm only a few minutes ago.

She shot him a disappointed look.

"But you can bet that perfect ass of yours that I'm gonna try."

She groaned as he attacked her neck with kisses again, squeezing her ass roughly, before suddenly plunging two digits deep inside of her. He massaged her clit excruciatingly slowly, loving the sounds she was making, and the way she moaned his name over and over again, as they both thoroughly enjoyed round two.

Soooo this was my first time ever writing smut, so I hope it was okay! Let me know what you think in a review! Hope you enjoyed! (Also hope you enjoyed my emphasis on how superior Caleb is to Jordan - I mean, we all know it's true, right? Sorry not sorry!) Make sure to come back next Sunday for Chapter 4!