I just want to start this off by saying that I miss the Haleb fandom so much. If anyone else was here and/or on Twitter during peak Haleb days - which I feel was, like, 2012-2015ish - then you probably know what I'm talking about. Everyone just loved Haleb so much, and we all suffered through Ravenshit together and then we all celebrated together when Caleb came back home and Haleb reunited and there were so many good FanFics and FanFiction writers and it was just so much fun. And now it just feels like everyone else has moved on and doesn't care about Haleb anymore (even silenceeverything seems to have moved on - *UGLY CRIES* - I miss her so much and just want her to come back and finish her stories, especially Good Girl Gone Bad), and it can be really discouraging when it feels like I'm the only one who still cares about them, but I can see by the story stats that there are still some more of us out there! Definitely not as many as there used to be, which is obvious by the numbers - I swear I would write an 800 word oneshot back in the day and it would get 10 reviews, and now I'm lucky to get one or two reviews per oneshot/chapter. So not trying to be all annoying and beg for reviews or anything (I can see and I so appreciate all of your views/follows/favorites even if you choose not to review!) but just know that it makes me super happy that at least a few of you are still out there shipping Haleb and reading FanFics and your support for this story means more than you know! I hope you're enjoying reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
(Sorry to get all sappy, I'm just feeling super emo about Haleb lately, and miss them and peak Haleb fandom days so much!)
Special thanks to DuncneyLoveOfMyLife for your reviews on the last couple of chapters!
And feliciadupont6 - Yay, I'm so happy to hear that! Hope you keep enjoying it!
If you feel so inclined, let me know in a review or PM your thoughts on the PLL reboot. I hate it. If it interested me, maybe I would check it out; I'm not just boycotting it on principle. (Like I did Ravenswood...LOL) But I have no interest in it, just based on the information released about it. And I hate that since they're doing it without Marlene or any of the original cast or crew, it feels like the originals are pissed about it, and I worry that it'll push them away and make them even less likely to do any kind of reunion/reboot/movie in the future, which would mean no more Haleb ever. :,( So those are my thoughts!
Enjoy this chapter!
When Jordan returned home for the weekend, Hanna was determined to prove to herself, to him, and to Caleb that she was insanely attracted to her husband, way more than she was to Caleb. Jordan had just been traveling more than normal lately, and she missed him, and she missed being intimate with him. Which is the only reason she had been so desperate for Caleb the other day. She just missed being touched, and he was there. That was the only reason she had turned to him.
She felt guilty, of course - she had completely betrayed her husband. But she couldn't seem to bring herself to regret it; as much as she knew she was supposed to, it had just been too incredible for her to wish it hadn't happened.
But now Jordan was here, and they just needed to get into a groove again, and then she would never want Caleb Rivers again.
So she decided to surprise Jordan. While he was in the shower one morning, she slipped out of the silk robe and matching silk pajamas she was wearing, sneaking into the bathroom quietly to catch him off-guard.
He was turned towards the back wall, so he didn't notice her presence until she was opening the glass shower door.
He turned as she stepped into the shower, looking at her like she was crazy, as she stood there, naked, waiting for him.
"Hanna!" he exclaimed. "What on Earth are you doing?"
"I wanted to surprise you," she told him, hoping she sounded seductive. "I want you," she said, running her hand down his wet chest. "Don't you want me?"
She let her gaze wander south, checking out her husband, and she couldn't help but notice, disappointed, as she took in the sight of him, just how small he looked now in comparison to Caleb.
Stop, she chastised herself. She couldn't let herself think like that. Jordan was the man she had committed herself to for life. She couldn't compare him to Caleb for the rest of their lives. So, Caleb had an amazing cock that had made her feel unbelievable things. But that was never going to happen again, so she knew she would need to learn to be satisfied with Jordan again.
"Not right here, right now, in the shower!" he exclaimed, breaking her from her thoughts.
So maybe this wasn't going exactly as planned. But she could fix it.
"Come on, don't you ever want to mix it up?" she asked flirtatiously.
"Hanna, this is crazy," he told her. "I'm just trying to shower, darling. I have a lot that I need to get done today."
"Oh. Okay," she said, defeated.
She stepped out of the shower awkwardly, trying to blink away the tears forming in her eyes as she closed the bathroom door behind her.
Well, that was embarrassing. Sure, her ego was definitely a little bruised. Her husband had just rejected her, naked, so how could it not be? But that didn't mean the spark wasn't still there. Of course it was. They had only been married for two years. She was only twenty-six, for Christ's sake. She was in her prime. He had to still be attracted to her.
Okay, so their relationship wasn't as spontaneous or exciting as she maybe wished it could have been. She thought about Caleb, a guy who she didn't know very well, and who she didn't even particularly like, but who was willing to fuck her against the wall in his office, and fuck her on the desk in his office, and fuck her on the desk chair in his office, and – okay, so not the point, Hanna! she chastised herself. And yet her own husband wouldn't even have shower sex with her in their own home.
But that just wasn't Jordan's style. And that was okay. He was more traditional than that. He probably just wanted them to share a romantic dinner tonight, and then they would make love in bed, like a mature, stable, loving married couple. Yeah, that was it. Of course it was.
Over the next several days, back in the campaign office, Hanna was still avoiding Caleb like the plague. She really couldn't face him after their rendezvous in his office. Looking back on it, she was mortified, and couldn't believe she had done it. She had completely thrown her dignity away, literally begged him to fuck her. She had never done anything like that before. In the past, it had been guys chasing her, begging her to sleep with them. But she had just wanted him so badly, that she couldn't seem to stop herself from doing it. She had never wanted anyone that badly before, had never just longed for anyone the way she longed for him, and, despite the humiliation she felt now, she had to admit, it had been completely worth it. The sex had been, truly, outstanding.
But how was she supposed to face him after what they did? He had seen her completely naked, had seen, and touched, every part of her, had been inside of her, had heard all of her moans and screams. She could feel herself turning red every time she even imagined talking to him.
For the first couple of days, he would see her in the office, and start walking towards her with his signature smirk on his face, no doubt planning on making some snarky comment about that afternoon. But she would turn and run in the other direction every time she saw him, desperate to avoid him. In campaign meetings, she would sit as far from him as possible, and avoid eye contact, rushing out as soon as it was over. And any time she needed him to do something tech-related for her, she would send one of the interns into his office.
After the first few days, he seemed to give up, and Hanna worried he had lost interest already.
Not that it mattered if he had, of course. It would be easier that way. Better, even. She didn't want him. She only wanted her husband.
But as hard as she worked to avoid him, she would constantly find herself sneaking glances at him whenever he came out of his office. As hard as she tried, she couldn't seem to stop thinking about their afternoon together. She couldn't stop remembering the feeling of his hands exploring her body, the feeling of his cock buried inside of her, the feeling of his soft lips on hers, their tongues tangled together.
And every time she remembered something else about that day, she would feel that ache between her legs intensify just that little bit.
She now knew she needed to keep her distance, not just because of her humiliation, but also because she was worried about what she would do if she got too close to him again.
So one afternoon, she was looking around nervously, keeping an eye out for a certain brunette, as she stood at the copier, making hundreds of copies of some letter they were sending out to all the donors, when the copier just stopped.
Seriously? she thought, frustrated.
She was already so tense and worked up thinking about Caleb, she really couldn't deal with this right now.
She looked down at the screen of the copier to see the message, "Replace ink cartridge."
She sighed, before making her way to the supply closet where they kept all of the office supplies.
Hanna was looking down at her phone, scrolling through her Instagram as she marched into the closet. Not paying any attention at all, she walked right into a hard body, and she felt two strong hands grab her waist to stabilize her, keeping her from toppling over on her heels into the shelves filled with supplies.
"Whoa, careful there, babe. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you did that on purpose," he said with a wink.
"Oh," she said, with disgust evident in her voice. "It's you." She couldn't stop her gaze from wandering down to his full lips, though.
"Yeah," he smirked at her. "It's me."
"Sorry," she said shortly. "I just needed to get some ink. I didn't know you were in here."
"Sure you didn't," he mocked her. "Sure you're not stalking me?"
"Yeah, can't get enough of that knock-off cologne," she muttered, rolling her eyes.
He laughed, shaking his head in amusement. No wonder he was so into her; she was beautiful and funny.
"You know, I feel like there's been some kind of misunderstanding," she told him, glaring at him. "I still don't like you."
It was then that she realized he still had his hands on her waist, holding her close to him, way too close for someone who was married. "And you can let go of me now, I think I can stand on my own," she snapped, trying to hide the fact that having his hands on her again was making her heart beat a little faster and her breathing a little more difficult.
He let go of her, chuckling, and she took a few steps back to put some distance between them.
"Well, you can't really blame me for the confusion. It kind of seemed like you liked me the other day, when you came to me, telling me how much you wanted me, and then when you were screaming my name and begging me to make you come," he retorted.
"Just because I liked the feeling of your dick inside of me does not mean that I like you," she shot back. "And besides, it's never gonna happen again anyway. It was a mistake. I am happily married and I love my husband."
"Of course you are," he said simply.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped at him.
"It means...you are just like all of the other rich wives who cheat on their husbands," he explained. "He's amazing and perfect and wonderful, until he can't give you what you really need anymore. And then you have to go find someone else who actually knows what they're doing and can make you feel something again."
"You don't know the first thing about me," she rolled her eyes at him.
"No, you don't know the first thing about you," he replied with a small smile.
"You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?" she asked rhetorically. "And you don't know anything about me, my marriage, or my sex life with my husband." She emphasized it to remind him that what they did was a one-time thing; she was taken, and it couldn't happen again. Even if she wanted it to. Which she didn't, obviously.
He could tell he was getting to her by the way she kept coming closer and closer to him, until they were tucked into the back corner of the small closet, their chests pressed against each other.
"Maybe you're right," he gave in. "But I do know that you came to me the other day, begging me to fuck you, so tense and tight and worked up that it seemed like you'd never been fucked before. And I specifically remember you telling me that you didn't care what your dear husband thought of me fucking his pretty little wife, and satisfying her more than he ever could." He leaned in to whisper in her ear huskily. "And I know that you are incredibly turned on again right now."
What a pompous ass.
"Well, you're wrong about that," she said as convincingly as possible.
"Is that so?" he asked, before suddenly putting his hand up her skirt, running his hand up her inner thigh before firmly pressing two fingers against her centre, only a thin piece of lace between his fingers and her wet folds. She gasped, feeling betrayed by her body as it reacted to his touch, jerking her hips forward towards him.
"That's what I thought," he remarked, smirking, pulling his hand out from under her skirt.
"You know, I could report you for sexual harassment for that," she told him breathlessly, equal parts annoyed at him for doing it, and disappointed that it was over, and that nothing had even really happened.
"Babe," he scoffed. "First of all, do you recall the time, just the other day, actually, when you came on to me, begging me for sex? And second of all, we both know that wasn't harassment. You can just admit that you enjoyed it." He winked at her again.
"I most certainly did not," she argued, but he could clearly see the lust and desire in her eyes.
"You just keep telling yourself that, Princess."
How could someone be so infuriating?
"I will," she replied. "Because it's the truth."
"Look, we both know you're attracted to me. You can admit it. There's nothing wrong with that," he told her arrogantly, biting his lip as he watched her.
Wow, he really was so full of himself. But also, him biting his lip like that was quite possibly the sexiest thing she had ever seen. She shook the thoughts from her head.
"You're wrong about that, too," she argued. "I was just desperate and horny the other day. Desperate enough to sleep with you, even. But, like I said, it was a mistake, and it won't happen again."
He pressed a fist against his mouth, trying to conceal his laugh. She was really fucking hot when she was all mad and bossy and demanding like this.
"You know, Hanna, you don't have to be embarrassed about it. I'm attracted to you, too," he told her charmingly.
"You are just trying to get in my pants!" she exclaimed. "But it's not gonna happen."
"I hate to break it to you, but I already got in your pants, babe," he reminded her, smirking.
"I mean it, Caleb. You need to stay away from me. And you need to stop looking at me like that," she gestured to his face, to his expression that gave away the fact that he was clearly undressing her in his mind.
She was worried that if he kept looking at her like that, she would be letting him undress her for real again, very soon.
Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed her, hard, passionately, his tongue forcing its away into her mouth and tangling with hers, his hand snaking around her waist and squeezing her ass roughly, before he pulled away abruptly. It was over before Hanna had even realized it was happening.
He reached around her to grab something off of the shelf, and handed it to her.
"Here's your ink. See ya later, babe," was all he said before he kissed her on the cheek, and walked out of the supply closet, leaving Hanna standing there, knees weak, panties soaked through, breathing heavily, lusting after Caleb Rivers once again.
He was not going to make staying faithful to her husband easy, was he?
Hanna couldn't seem to sit still for the rest of the day. She just kept remembering the feeling of Caleb's hands on her waist, kept replaying their brief but passionate kiss in her head over and over again.
She knew what it felt like to have Caleb Rivers fuck her, and, as much as she tried to deny it, she wanted to feel that again. Needed to feel it again.
As she sat at her desk, she crossed her legs, clenching her thighs together, just trying to get some relief from the ache she felt for him.
She didn't know what the hell it was about him; she just couldn't seem to get enough. She had never felt this way about anyone before. That desire for him that seemed to just be there at all times. She tried to deny it, but she just couldn't.
By the end of the day, Hanna was certain of two facts: One: Whether she liked it or not (well, she knew she would like it), she was definitely going to end up fucking Caleb Rivers again. And two: It was going to be amazing.
Hanna knew that she was about to make some very morally questionable decisions.