Chapter 8 is hereeeeeeee. M rated from the start, you have been warned. I'm aware this is mostly smut, but there are a few important things or references that happen - keep an eye out for them!

FrenchBenzo ~ don't worry, there's only an alcohol "glaze"

Guest (about Hanna cheating) ~ I get you, trust, but all will be revealed... without giving too much away it wasn't just Hanna that was unhappy

Harryslilfool ~ welcome welcome, no one is ever too late to the party

Luckygirl5 / Guest ~ sorry I didn't manage to post for your birthdays, but hopefully the content of the chapter makes up for it

Guest (on sequel to restraints) ~ a 10 chapter sequel is on my agenda, I have a plot, I just need to write it!

Guest (on the Ashley situation) ~ errrrrrrrrrrrrrm, not to be addressed in an A/N haha, happy to dm about it though

Enjoy...

VIII

Caleb wasn't surprised when the Uber driver seemed reticent to go the full way up the driveway to Noel's cabin. He didn't particularly care though – it meant he got to feel Hanna's body pressed against his as he carried her up the dirt track on his back, her legs wrapping around his waist as the sound of her breath settled in his ear. She was all-consuming.

"Why is there a light on?" Hanna mumbled as Caleb placed her next to the front door, reaching for the key underneath the flowerpot at the front as a blue glow emanated from behind a set of blinds.

"They always leave a light on," Caleb explained, twisting the lock to let them in.

"But why?" She pushed him as he turned around and allowed his mouth to press against the skin on her neck; her breath hitching as she squeezed her eyes shut and tangled her fingers in his long hair.

"Don't worry 'bout it," He murmured, his hand running up her side and dancing underneath the lace of her crop top before it settled on her waist and squeezed possessively.

"I'm not," She gasped, letting him lead her through the hallway as his lips stayed and began to suck hard. She opened her eyes as she stumbled in her heels, her forehead creasing in a frown as she caught sight of blue light emanating from behind a door again.

Caleb sensed her distraction and cupped her cheek, encouraging her eyes onto his as he finally captured her mouth with his own. She was pushing against him straight away, searching for more as suddenly all her energy was focused on only one thing, "Han," His breath heaved as he guided her into a bedroom, their lips separating as he let go of her to find the switch for the lights. "Don't move," He glanced at her as she wobbled in her heels, reaching out for the bed to stabilize herself.

"But if I don't move," She started, scrunching her hair lightly, "How can I do this?" She asked, reaching for the zip on the side of her skirt, pulling it down teasingly before she let it drop from her waist and pool on the floor around her heels.

The alcohol in her system had given her some kind of new-found confidence, but Caleb could still see the uncertainty in her eyes, "Can you please sit down," He murmured, taking two steps towards her to guide her by the arms onto the bed, "I can't take my eyes off you," He whispered as his hands ran down her thighs, both stopping at her ankles to fiddle with the straps on her shoes. "These need to come off," He encouraged her, pressing a kiss against the corner of her mouth before he stood again.

The lighting was too bright and he found himself fiddling with switches and lamps around the room as he did what he could to dim the glow. "Caleb," She called, and when he turned to face her, she was holding her phone out for him, "Here."

"What?" He asked, moving across as a smile crossed his face.

"I want music," She said as he cupped her cheeks, dropping his mouth onto hers to steal more than one tender kiss.

"You can have music," He agreed, running his hand down her thigh again before he stepped back to compose himself, searching for the speakers he knew Noel kept on the mantelpiece for the after parties. "What do you want?" He asked, still unable to wipe the smile from his face, "Katy Perry or something?"

"No," Hanna shook her head.

"What? Don't tell me I've gotta put Justin Bieber on."

"No," Hanna laughed before he heard her breath drop, "Put on some jazz," She said softly, her eyes meeting his as he looked over his shoulder at her. "I have a playlist. For our project."

"Oh." His smile dropped as he took in the most recent playlists on her Spotify.

Jazz – YOU NEED TO LISTEN

That one was expected. The one below wasn't.

Caleb

He scrolled right to the bottom, his heart racing as he expected to see one with Sean's name written across it. But it didn't appear.

"What are you doing?" Hanna asked, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Thinking about you," He answered honestly, quickly selecting the jazz playlist she had at the top. His face smoothed and his shoulders relaxed as the sound of sweet piano filled his ears, a small unbelievable smile gracing his lips as the familiar notes of I Got It Bad And That Ain't Good vibrated across the room.

He had it bad. He had no idea if that was good.

"What about me?" She asked, her head propped in her hand when he turned to her.

He tugged his hoodie off, making his way towards her again as he wet his lips with his tongue. "Do you know what you're doing to me?"

"No," She said so honestly, so innocently that he couldn't help but grin at her as she scooted back on the bed. He kicked his black converse off, ditching his top at the same time before he was crawling onto the bed, his body covering hers as she surrendered her mouth to his.

His hands roamed of their own accord, desperate to touch, grasp, ghost over every single piece of her skin. "You are…" He pulled back slightly, his eyes dancing across her face before they pooled into her pupils, his hands tangling in her hair as she lifted her head gently to capture his mouth again and cut him off.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling their bodies close together as one of his hands dipped down to the side of her lacy panties. "Caleb," She gasped, lifting her hips to grind her pelvis against his. He'd felt the blood rushing south almost as soon as they'd walked into Noel's cabin – now, with her pulsing against him, there was no denying how hard he was.

"Relax," He whispered, fighting against all his natural instincts as he climbed off her and moved down towards the end of the bed, his hands pushing her legs apart as his lips began to brush over the skin on her inner thigh. She sat up and pulled her crop top off with little abandon, oblivious to the way Caleb immediately stopped what he'd been about to do between her legs to simply take her in. "I'm overdressed," He murmured, reaching for the button on his jeans as he stood before he tugged them off.

"I want this," She gazed into his eyes, neither of them blinking as she lay there offering herself to him.

"Me too," He swallowed, climbing back onto the bed, this time beside her. She moved onto his chest, her legs straddling his thighs as she kissed him tenderly. The music mellowed as their mouths danced, the track ending and allowing Hanna's moans to fill the empty room as Caleb moved a hand underneath her panties until the gentle melody of the next song began. She was already wet and he only allowed himself to pump his fingers into her a few times before he pulled his hands to her hips and rolled them over.

"Do you…" She gasped, her breath caught in her throat as he sat up and pulled her panties down her legs.

He nodded, ridding himself of his boxers before he leant over her to silence her mouth with his. She couldn't help but bite down on his lip as she felt his cock settle on top of her lips, gliding smoothly in the wetness as he held her face with his hands. Caleb reached a hand between them, guiding his dick around her entrance before up to her clit. He knew she was tight; he wanted both of them to be as wet as possible so that she felt as little pain as possible.

"Ready?" He asked, stroking her forehead with his thumb. She nodded silently, prompting him to reach across into the drawer of the bedside table. She watched him as he produced a blue foil wrapper, keeping one hand next to her head as he bit the packaging with his teeth and did the best he could to pull the condom out with one hand.

"Ready," She whispered, feeling the cold air hit her body as he sat back and took his warmth with him to roll the rubber over himself.

"Han," He murmured in her ear, falling back on top of her as he let a hand dip between them, pumping his fingers into her a few more times before he lined himself up and started to push his cock into her.

She gasped, her face scrunching up and her eyes squeezing shut until Caleb stopped what he was doing and focused all he could on her, his hands shaking as he cupped her cheeks and brought her back to him. He'd done this before, but with her it felt like the first time all over again. "Look at me," He whispered, kissing her lips gently as she opened her eyes again.

"I… More…"

He sent her a small smile, letting his own eyelids pull together as he kissed her harder, his tongue searching for hers as she laced her fingers through his hair. She moaned into his mouth, feeling one of his hands run down the side of her leg to pull her knee up as he pushed his hips forward more.

The head of his cock crowned into her and he felt himself sink deeper until he felt resistance; it was her virginity. He grasped at her hips, stroking the skin until he cupped her cheek with one hand, encouraging her to focus on him as he withdrew his cock slightly before pushing through her barrier with one hard thrust.

She whimpered against his mouth, her fingers digging into his scalp as she felt herself stretch unnaturally to accommodate him. He gave her a moment, letting her adjust as the music continued to filter through the speakers into the room, "It'll be good," He tried to reassure her, "I promise it'll be good."

She nodded and bit her lip as he started to move inside her, "I know," She gasped, "I trust you."

He blinked his eyes shut at her words. She trusted him. She gave to it to him so willingly. He didn't know what he was feeling; it was exhilarating, it was comforting, it was loving… it was acceptance. He felt accepted by her; that she wanted him for who he was. He'd only felt that once before and he'd had it ripped away so quickly that he didn't know if he could allow himself to feel like this again.

"It's good," Hanna gasped, bringing him straight back to her, "Caleb."

"Hanna," He murmured, burying his head against her neck as he continued to thrust into her, helping her find her rhythm as she started to move her hips against him, searching, grasping, pining for more.

She was so tight and wet and with the way she was making his cock feel, making him feel, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. And then she squeezed him with her inner muscles and he had to drop his hand in-between them, searching for her clit so that he could give her more.

"Oh," She gasped as soon as his fingers came into contact with her hub, "Caleb."

"Let go," He urged her, begged her as he felt himself build closer and closer to his peak, "Hanna," He moaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he bit down on her neck, her coil snapping catalyzing his release as he spilled into the condom.

He searched blindly for her mouth, kissing her gently as their chests fought against each other as they held onto each other tightly, "Oh my god," She breathed as he finally sat back and pulled himself out of her, collapsing on the side of the bed momentarily.

Her face dropped as he stood up, fearing the worst; she'd disappointed him, "Where are you going?" Her voice sounded small and he dropped his head to steal another reassuring kiss.

"I'll be one minute," He murmured, capturing her mouth again, "I can't be away from you for more than that."

She nodded and rubbed her lips together before he left the room, leaving her with only her thoughts for company. They were light and dark at the same time, and as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, she dreaded to think what she looked like.

"Don't do that," Caleb reappeared, still naked but with a glass of water in his hands for her.

"Do—"

"Think you're not good enough," He said, encouraging her under the comforter on the bed. He gave her the glass, waiting for her to drink before he placed it on the side and joined her under the covers. He'd seen how drunk she'd been and whilst he was infinitely sure she'd sobered up, he didn't want her to wake up feeling hungover… feeling any regret. "You're always good enough," He whispered, pulling her body close to his.

"Not always," She started to watch her hand as it drew invisible patterns on his chest.

"Always."

She looked up into his eyes, her lips forming a natural pout that did nothing but beg him to kiss her. So he did. Her stomach flipped and she rubbed up against him as he cupped her cheek.

And when he pulled back, it wasn't her stomach, but her heart flipping. In that moment, with the way he made her feel, she agreed with him; "Always."

When Hanna woke to kisses along her shoulder and a naked body pressed against hers, she had no qualms about surrendering herself to Caleb again as the morning light shone through the cream curtains. She was sore and even more unsure if what she was doing was right, but being intimate with him, offering herself to him again felt even sweeter without the light haze of alcohol covering her brain. Not that she didn't remember – she did. She remembered every single thing about being with Caleb. But reliving it all over again felt just as special and by the way he held onto her as they both climaxed together underneath the sheets, she knew he felt the same.

She knew it couldn't be just the two of them forever though and she found herself calling them a cab as it neared midday with the last one percent of her phone battery. If it had been Sean, she'd have expected him to take her out for breakfast, treat her to something that seemed to "fit" the event, but with Caleb there was no expectation. The probing kiss he gave her in the backseat of the taxi, his hands possessively holding her close to him was a gift enough. And without the weight of expectation, she felt freer than she ever had before.

She scampered up the driveway, praying none of the neighbours saw her in her clothes from the night before as she slinked into her house. "Hanna, is that you?" Ashley Marin yelled as she heard the door slam.

"Yeah," Hanna called back, heading straight for the stairs and slamming her bedroom door behind her.

She quickly changed into a pair of sweats and put her phone on charge, right before she heard the predictable knock at the door, "Can I come in?" Ashley poked her head round the door.

"Sure," Hanna said, reaching for her hairbrush.

"Did you have a nice time at Alison's?"

"It was fun," The blonde agreed, tying her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head before she moved over to her closet to grab her sketching pad. After the way Caleb had lit a fire along her skin, she had an indescribable urge to find a creative outlet.

"What's this?" Ashley asked, sitting next to her daughter as she settled herself on her bed.

"My sketches," Hanna said stoically, completely focused on the lines she was etching out on the page. She had to get her feelings down onto the paper now, before they were swallowed and drowned by reoccurring emotions that had been banished for the past 24 hours.

"Is this for school?"

"Yes," Hanna half-lied, "I have a History project and I'm doing some of my designs for it."

"Sweetheart, I'm not sure if that's really the best use of a project," Ashley reached our a hand to brush Hanna's hair back. "You should think about how you can use it to help your college applications."

"Do you know what," Hanna started, slamming her sketchpad shut and staring straight up at her Mom, "I lied."

"I don't understand," Ashley looked more than a little lost as her eyes searched Hanna for answers.

"This isn't for my History project, this is for me," She pushed herself off the bed as she felt the anger build.

"That's okay," Ashley tried to calm her, "It's a good thing to have a hobby."

"It isn't a hobby," Hanna spat. After the highs of her time with Caleb, she hated how being in her house made her feel. The angry tears rushed to her eyes and she curled her arms around herself in defense, "This is what I love, it's what I want to do."

"That's okay too," Ashley started, "Everyone has something they love doing."

"No," Hanna shook her head, cutting her off, "You don't understand," She tried to keep it together, tried not to let the tears spill.

"Tell me," Ashley soothed her, "I'm your Mom Hanna, you can tell me anything."

"I…"

"What is it? Tell me and I can make it better."

"I don't want to go to Cornell."

Across town, Caleb let himself into the Ackard's house as quietly as possible. All he wanted to do was go up to his room and crash – god knows he hadn't got much sleep with Hanna's body pressed up against his – but he knew his plans were a pipedream when he heard the all-too-familiar sound of scampering feet approaching from the family room.

"Caleb!" Penny gasped, rushing towards him and flinging herself at his legs.

"Hey," The brunette whispered, picking her up and holding a finger against his lips in a 'shhh' sound, "We need to be quiet," He said, letting her rest her head on his shoulder as he carried her up the stairs and headed straight for his room.

"Caleb," She gasped again as he put her down, racing over to him as he sat down on his bed, "Can we play?"

"No," He shook his head, curling up on the bed.

"Why?" She pouted, her eyes filling with water as her sometimes-uncontrollable emotions began to get the better of her.

"Because I'm tired," Caleb explained. "I need to nap."

"Penny," A voice at the door startled them both, two heads whipping round to see Sean leaning against Caleb's doorframe, "If Caleb's tired, you need to leave him alone. I'm sure Mom would like some help getting the cookies ready for the bake sale at Church."

"No," Penny pouted, crossing her arms in a harrumph. "Cookies are boring."

"Oh really?" Caleb teased her, poking her in the belly and trying not to laugh as she fought as hard as she could to keep the scowl on her face.

"Dude, I can take her if you want," Sean looked at Caleb understandingly, making a small movement into his room. "Do you want her to leave you alone?"

"It's okay," Caleb shook his head as he spoke stoically, "She can stay."

Sean didn't say anything but nodded, loitering in the doorway as if he had something else to say but he couldn't quite find the words to articulate his thoughts, "Are you coming to Church tomorrow?" He eventually spluttered out as Penny gave up her fight of defiance and moved up the bed to sit closer to Caleb. She simply loved being close to him, loved trying to figure out the stranger who'd come into her house and flipped her world upside down.

"No," Caleb said simply, running a hidden hand down Penny's back. "But if you want to ask me something, you should just ask me," He called him out. There relationship was odd at best and neither had yet to figure out how they could actually communicate.

The blonde took a deep breath before opening his mouth, "Does Hanna ever talk about me?"

"How would I know?" Caleb shrugged as Penny leant across him to grab his beaten up iPad.

"I thought you guys were doing a project together," Sean pointed out, "And Mom said you were helping her with Maths the other day."

"Sure we have school stuff together," Caleb agreed, giving little else away, "But we don't talk about other stuff."

"Do you think she still… likes me?" Sean swallowed nervously; Caleb could tell from his face he only wanted to hear one answered and for the life of him, he had no idea why. It wasn't just Sean's communication that Caleb was trying to work out about him.

"Dude, I'm just doing what I need to do," He muttered, "That doesn't involve talking about random shit. Ask one of her bimbo friends that she's always hanging around with."

"Yeah," Sean nodded, thinking through the information, "Thanks," He muttered, shooting him one final glance before he slinked off back to his room, leaving Caleb with a blonde curly-haired six-year-old who looked like she had every intention of doing anything but sleeping. That needed to be changed stat.

"Hey," Caleb grabbed her attention, pulling the iPad from her hands, "If you're here, you're here to sleep."

Penny pulled a face and looked more than willing to start an argument until she sent her a warning look. She hated that look, but she knew what it meant and did what was starting to become a habit; curl up with him in his bed. "Caleb," She started gently.

"What?"

"Are you my brother?" She asked so innocently, he almost wanted to cry.

He sighed, his eyes closing momentarily as he thought about what was best to say. There was still only one thing that sprang to mind, "No," He said gently, "I'm not your brother."

"Then why are you staying here? Mommy says that only brothers or sisters stay here for a long time with us and you've been here foreber!"

"I'm… a friend," Caleb faltered.

"But—"

"Your Mom…" He cut her off, knowing exactly what was going to come out of her mouth. "She's right," He said, squeezing her tight against him, "Usually it is brothers and sisters that stay here for a long time, but I'm different and that's okay too."

Penny was silent for a moment as she processed what he was saying, "I want you stay foreber and be my brother," She said, tugging on his hair, "You're better at the Mommy pony voice than Sean," She whispered quietly, not wanting anyone else to hear the low-blow she was shooting at her brother.

"Sean's a pretty good brother," Caleb reminded her gently, standing and holding back the covers for her before he made his way over to the door to shut it properly. "I'm going to sleep," He said, climbing into bed.

"Me too!" Penny called determinedly, moving close to him again. "We need to sleep so that we can play later. Tilly told me she is excited for you to play with her later cos she knows you'll help her to look after the baby horseys properly. They can be bad sometimes."

"I was up playing too long last night," He muttered to himself as he flicked the light off and settled back against the pillow with his eyes shut, hoping his actions would encourage her to do the same - he really wasn't in the mood to discuss Tilly the Mommy horse with as many family problems to deal with as his social worker.

It only took a few seconds before he was already half-asleep, half-aware of Penny who was shuffling against his side as she tried to find the comfiest spot. And when she finally stilled, he found himself being pulled fully into the land of dreams as his recent exertions finally caught up with him – that was, at least, until a tiny voice spoke for the final time. "I love you, Caleb."

He felt tears stinging the corner of his eyes as he felt acceptance for the second time that day. It was only natural for the reciprocal words to fall from his mouth. And whilst it was like journeying into the deepest darkest part of his brain to find a foreign language he'd only spoken once in his lifetime, his lips opened and the words tumbled out. "I love you too Penny."

Emotions building... Sweet sweet Penny, she's very important glue. Review? xox