Yaaaaaas, chapter 5 is here and it picks up right where chapter 4 left off. To recap, Hanna walked in on Caleb showering and they had a steamy naked kiss before she told Sean 2 minutes later that she wanted to break up with him...

Haleb heart ~ girl, hopefully this one does too

bladgleyluvr09 ~ from now on, my intention is for every chapter to be that hot

Guest ~ the black underpants are back

aBeautifulLiar ~ i hope you weren't too late! haha... it can only mean good things for sure

Halebxxx ~ more Caleb and sweet Penny here

luja14, LongliveDixie, Guest ~ you guys have found it early enough, LOTS and lots more deeper and darker things to come

Enjoy...

V

"What?" Sean's mouth dropped open as Hanna's words hit him in the chest.

"I…" Hanna's voice trembled, but she reminded herself she needed to have courage, to be brave. "I said," She swallowed, "I think we should break up."

There was silence, Caleb holding onto Penny as they watched the two of them have a stand off on the landing. "Can we go into my room?" Sean asked, waiting for Hanna to sweep past him before he followed and shut the door.

"Caleb," Penny frowned, tugging on a piece of wet hair, "Is Sean mad?"

"No," Caleb hushed her, stroking her hair back from her face as she looked up at him worriedly, "Sean's not mad," He said, standing up and taking her hand to lead her into his room.

"Why did he shut his door?" She asked innocently, pausing to inspect one of Caleb's t-shirts that was strewn on the floor.

"He just had to… talk to Hanna about something."

"Oh." She accepted his answer like it was gospel, "Hanna's pretty," She said quietly, climbing up onto his bed, "Like a princess," She added, reaching for the cracked iPad he had lying on top of the covers. "Will you play with me, Caleb?"

Caleb felt his heart thump a little fast in his chest as he heard voices start to rise in the room next to them; he wasn't supposed to be getting this attached, letting Penny get attached this soon. It wasn't far from being more than he could take. "Uhm…"

"Pleeeeeeeease," Penny begged, "I promise I'll be good and… and I won't tell Mommy I'm on the apple."

"iPad," He mumbled under his breath, quickly pulling on a pair of old boxers underneath his towel before using it to ring out any excess water from his hair – he was trying to ignore the imploring eyes, the tiny pout, but God knows it was so hard… "Okay," He sighed, giving in and climbing under the covers. "You can play a game," He tried to deflect her, unlocking his beaten up iPad for her to mess around with. He'd stolen the thing a couple of foster homes ago and it was in a pretty smashed up state but Penny wasn't allowed much 'screen time' by her John and Helen and more than once he'd found her in his room, trying to work the thing with intrigue.

"Wait," She gasped, scrambling up to his chest and forcing herself under the covers next to him, "Can we watch the doggies instead?" She asked, curling into him as he took the iPad back off her.

"Sure," He coughed awkwardly, illegally setting up a copy of Space Buddies for her to watch as she attempted to cuddle into him. It was foreign to him, like a disease and as they lay there silently together, watching some golden retriever puppies prepare to ascend into space, he wondered if he would have considered everything to be natural behaviour if he'd had loving parents, or simply a family growing up.

"Caleb?" Her sweet voice broke his thoughts as she looked up at the teenage boy.

"What?"

"You're soft," She said quietly, adjusting herself so that she was half on top of him, her arm sprawled across his chest as her fingers played with a piece of his drying hair.

"Yeah?" He asked her, not knowing what else to say.

"Yeah," She sighed to herself contently, "Doggies are soft and I love them." He didn't know what to do for a second, before he just decided to give in and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her against him as they settled in front of the film.

And as noise permeated through the thin wall, he looked down at the little girl on his chest. He knew he was playing a very dangerous game.

In the room next door, Hanna watched as Sean paced back and forth across his bedroom floor. She was convinced he was in some type of hyper-shock that was preventing anything constructive coming out of his mouth and until he shook himself out of it, she was borderline refusing to engage him in conversation.

"Is there someone else?"

"No," Her mouth went dry as she lied.

"Then you can't do this," He pleaded, "Why are you doing this?"

"Because…" She trailed off, twisting the friendship bracelet that Alison had given her anxiously.

"I need you Hanna."

"No you don't," She said stoically, staring at the floor.

"Yes I do," He took a step forward and reached for her hand, "I need you and you need me," He added, "We're… perfect for each other."

Her mouth stayed shut as she tried to think about what to say.

"Everyone knows we're perfect for each other," He tried again, "Your Mom," He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, "Your Dad," He added, "I mean he's helping me get a scholarship for god's sake and... and you know my parents love you."

"I know," She felt her eyes watering and she sniffled to try to stop the tears spilling over. Those reasons were half the problem.

"Then why are you doing this?" His eyes searched hers for an answer, "I… I lo—"

"Don't say it," She ripped her eyes away from his, cutting him off halfway through his sentence. "Don't say it just because you're scared." She started to cry. "You don't love me," She whimpered.

"I—"

She cut him off again, wiping at her eyes with her sleeve, "Who's my favourite designer?" She asked him.

He let out a noise that was a mix of a scoff and a laugh, "Why are you asking me that? And why would I know your favourite designer? You stopped being into that stuff when your Dad said he wanted you to go to Cornell."

"Fine," She snapped, "What's my favourite city?"

"Why are we playing a game of 21 questions?"

"Sean," She pleaded, "Just please… Please answer the question."

He sighed and threw his hand up in exasperation, "I don't know? New York?" He tried, "You're always going on about going up there."

"Paris," She mumbled to herself, "It's Paris."

"Han," He tried again, "I get that you're upset about something," He reached for her again but she took a step back, "But we can talk about whatever's riled you up. We don't need to do this."

"Yes we do," She wanted to cry again. "You don't love me Sean," She managed to say, reaching for her bag that she'd dumped near his chest of drawers. With one hand on the door handle, she looked over at shoulder and told him the one thing she'd always feared, but never questions, "You don't even know me."

The next day, Hanna wanted to crawl under her covers and never come out. But she did - only to check both her parents were out before she went straight back to bed and started to think about what she'd done. 'Done' included both her conversation with Sean and her non-conversation with Caleb; neither were comforting and neither made her want to leave the warmth and security of her bed.

In her defense, she'd had every intention of going to school that day – she really wanted to see the girls and tell them what had happened and she seriously thought that wasn't something that could be done over text – but then she'd remembered that she had History first period and the thought of looking Caleb in the eye after she'd seen him naked and then kissed the living daylights out of him made her search for the nearest black hole to disappear into.

She'd never been that forward before… she'd never seen a boy naked before. It scared her, but the reality of the situation was that it excited her too. And she needed to lie in bed until she accepted that she got turned on by Caleb Rivers. Not Sean, her ex-boyfriend, but Caleb, his foster brother.

But as much as she wanted to wallow in avoidance, on Wednesday when her mother ran her weekly charity coffee morning, she knew she couldn't skip again. And so she found herself pulling on a black dress to mourn her dignity, before heading to school where she knew she'd undoubtedly have to deal with her now ex-boyfriend. She knew that despite their relatively brief argument, they hadn't exactly left things amicably and she'd learnt pretty early on during their relationship that Sean was a guy who was pretty concerned about what other people thought of him. He had a lot of pride. What she'd said to him… how she'd broken up with him… she knew he would have felt dented considerably and she knew there would be some sort of protective reaction.

As soon as she parked up and got out of her car, people were staring at her. "What?" She snapped at one boy, restraining herself until she spotted Alison stood with Aria and Emily outside the front of the school.

Just when she was about to ask them if they could see her white bra through her dress, Emily threw her for a loop, "Is it true?" The brunette asked as soon as Hanna was close enough to hear her harsh whisper.

"Is what true?" Hanna scrunched her face up in confusion.

Aria glanced over her shoulder, making sure no one could hear before she murmured, "You and Sean?"

"He's told people?"

"Han," Alison shot her a look, "The whole school knows. And you're not exactly wearing white."

"Oh," She paused, chewing on her lip nervously as she tilted her head to the side, "I guess it saves any questions," She shrugged, trying to act nonchalant.

"Saves any questions?" Emily frowned with concern. "Do you really want everyone to know that you…"

"I don't care," Hanna shrugged again, "It's true."

"So was he good?" Alison asked with a smirk gracing her lips.

"Of course he wasn't good," Hanna whispered harshly, "How is anyone good?"

"Erm…"

"Well…"

Aria and Emily looked at each other awkwardly as Alison stood there, rolling her eyes at the pair of them. "Did you, you know?" She gave her a knowing look.

"No, I don't know."

"Oh my god," Spencer ran over and embraced the blonde, "Han," She murmured, "I can't believe you did it before me."

"Did what?" She asked, "What are you guys talking about?"

"You and Sean," Aria whispered, "He was saying you… did it."

"He said what?"

"So you didn't have sex with him?" Emily still looked thoroughly confused as she gripped her notebooks against her chest.

"No I did not have sex with him," Hanna wanted to scream, but her emotions came out as a harsh whisper instead, "He said I had sex with him?"

"He said that's why you were off," Alison offered up, "Because you needed time to… recover," She raised an eyebrow as she took in her panic-stricken friend.

"What the fuck?" Hanna ran a tense hand through her hair, her shock turning to anger as she spotted Sean walking up to the front of school. "Hey!" She yelled at him, charging straight for him.

"Hey babe," He smiled, reaching to pull her in for a hug like nothing had ever happened.

But she shoved his chest, pushing him backwards with a force neither of them had expected. "What is your problem?" She yelled, drawing the attention of the student body as they started to gather around to watch what was happening.

"Han," Sean shot her a half grin, holding his hand out, "Don't do this right here."

"Don't do what?" She yelled, "Ask you why you're spreading some fucking rumour about me throwing it down for you?"

"So they didn't have sex?" Emily whispered to Ali who was stood there, watching with interest.

"I guess not," She murmured, taking a step forward to put a calming arm in front of Hanna, "That's enough," She suggested quietly.

"No, it's not enough," Hanna felt her voice breaking as Sean looked at her worriedly. "He's lying," She wanted to cry, "I meant it on Monday and I mean it now," She spat at him as everyone waited with baited breath to see what she was going to say, "We're over Sean," She told him, blinking back the tears one final time, "You saying shit like this just tells me everything I think is right," She added before Alison took her hand and dragged her into the crowd, leading her into the school away from prying eyes.

"Bathroom," Alison muttered, practically shoving Hanna inside before anyone could ask any questions. "What the hell is going on?" She asked her, riffling through her bag to pull out her makeup. "Here," She shoved it at Hanna, watching as she started to rectify the mess that was her mascara.

"We broke up," Hanna took a deep breath before a shaky hand started to undo the damage to her eyes.

"Why?" Alison asked simply. When she got no response, she couldn't help but open her mouth again, "Hanna, you've wanted him to be your boyfriend since you were 14."

"I went over to see him last night and…" She trailed off, focusing on her lashes for a second, "To see if he wanted me," She explained, "That was my question – did he want me?" She paused, thinking exactly what she wanted to disclose, "I decided I didn't want him instead."

The bell rang, prohibiting Alison from starting a deep conversation, "Are you sure this is what you want?" Was all she could get out as Hanna took a shaky breath and reached for her bag.

The blonde made a dash for the hallway knowing she didn't have long before class started. Her eyes caught sight of a dark hoodie at the end of the corridor, familiar hair poking out of a grey beanie as she walked as quickly as she could to class. She turned to glance at Alison, "I know what I want."

In her penultimate lesson of the day, Hanna found herself thinking about anything but the project management Mr. Williams was telling them they needed to be doing for their History project. Caleb was sat one seat across and one row behind her and she just wanted to talk to him. She'd written him a note that she'd torn out of her notebook and it currently sat folded up in front of her, just waiting for her to pass it to him. But she wasn't brave enough and so it was left unopened and unread on her desk until the bell rang.

"I need to tell you what you missed yesterday," Hanna jumped as a dark voice murmured behind her, cutting across the sound of all the other students heading towards their next class, "After school."

She turned around and looked straight into Caleb's eyes, "Yeah you do," She agreed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "I…" She blinked her eyes shut tightly as she remembered her Dad would be in that evening, "My parents…"

"It's okay," He shook his head and cut her off, "Sean's out tonight."

"But Helen…"

"Won't be in," He finished her sentence for her. "She's taking Penny out."

"Oh."

"Later," He muttered, refraining from smiling and drowning in her eyes as she stared up at him. He took a step forward and before either of them knew it, his hand was cupping her arse and his mouth was pressing boldly against hers and stealing a moment from her lips. He didn't say anything when he pulled back, just clenched her flesh in his palm again before strolling out of the room like nothing had happened.

But her room spun and spun and it wasn't until Ella Montgomery stuck her head through the door and asked her what she was doing that Hanna realized she'd been stood there with a hand against her lips for at least five minutes. "Don't you have class?" Ella asked, an eyebrow raised as she took in the blonde.

"Uhm," Hanna shook her head, "Yeah," She agreed, "I've got Maths," She murmured, not concerned with an apology as she headed out of the room like a zombie.

She was half grateful for her semi-conscious state as she wandered into class late; it meant she could just sit at her desk, keep her head down and ignore the looks that Sean was sending her way. And by the time she'd gotten over Caleb's mouth being on her again, the bell rang and she was out of the room before anybody could try and catch her attention, heading straight for home to rifle through her underwear draw for the second time in three days.

As she pulled on another black thong, she momentarily questioned what she was doing. Yet when she pushed her way inside the Ackard's house and followed the low music emanating from a first floor bedroom, every question she had was answered.

Caleb was sat there on the edge of the bed, a lit cigarette in his mouth as soft jazz music radiated from the iPad he was engrossed in – that was at least until she appeared in his doorway. And then he was staring at her instead, not a word being said as he pulled his cigarette from his lips and blew out some smoke.

The music faded, her mouth dried, her bag was dumped and his eyes never left hers as she walked towards him and simply stood in front of him. She watched his every move as he reached for a make-shift ash tray he'd created on the side before suddenly the cigarette was gone and his hands were on her thighs, holding her in front of him as he took her in again. She was more addictive than anything he'd ever had in his mouth.

She felt the hairs stand up, the goosebumps appear, as his thumbs grazed her inner thighs, inching higher and higher under her black dress until his fingers were hooked around her underwear and teasing her with the elastic.

Suddenly she stepped back and gripped his shoulders as she widened her legs and straddled his legs instead, settling down on his lap as her crotch hovered over his. "Did you let him fuck you?" He finally said something, anything.

"He didn't want me."

Caleb lifted a hand to hold her chin, his thumb running over her bottom lip and pulling it down as he considered what he wanted to say, "I want you."

"I know."

"What do you want?" It was the first time in a long time that anyone had asked her that and it was so unexpected that Hanna didn't know what to say.

"I…" She trailed off.

"You don't need to know," He reassured her, his hands dropping to her arse again. Just having her on his lap was having an effect on his cock and he was having to fight really hard to keep his brain on topic.

"But I do know," She said, cupping his cheeks as she dropped her mouth to capture his lips in a deep kiss. He pulled her tighter against him, his tongue pushing against hers as their mouths fought and pushed exponentially with the rising heat.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, her breath becoming more labored as she ground into him and tried not to moan. He could instinctively read her though and he let a hand trail round from her arse to the front of her skirt, tantalizingly running his fingers up her inner thigh again until this time he was toying with the front of her underwear with no intention of letting her step back again. She pulled her mouth off his in a gasp as his palm cupped her fully, his fingers pushing against the material of her thong as they traced her lips before ghosting up and down over the dampening cotton, "What do you want?" He repeated his question, cupping her again before he stopped completely and simply waited for her answer.

"I want you."

Errrrrrrrm many a plot seedling in this. Hanna is just so pulled to him. Let the smut begin xox