Happy PLL day... oh wait. I hope this goes some way to making up for not having any haleb on our screens this week.

Yall seemed to be a little mixed on their unprotected dalliance last chapter. This will answer a few questions. And... it's time for somebody to finally find out about them.

Enjoy below...

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"Hanna, you're going to be late," Ashley Marin yelled on Tuesday morning.

"I know," Hanna came charging into the kitchen, dressed in a black dress with a grey cardigan, heading straight for the coffee machine.

"I've already done it," Ashley dangled her travel cup in front of her. "And here are your keys."

"Thanks," Hanna mumbled, grabbing both from her hand.

"Is everything okay?" The older woman asked, "You're not usually late for anything."

"Yeah," Hanna swallowed and shook her head dismissively, "It's fine. I'll see you tonight," She said, heading straight for the door.

"Hanna!" Ashley called after her - she could tell when her daughter was lying to her. All she got in response was a door being slammed.

Outside, Hanna was fumbling with her car keys, jamming them into the ignition as quickly as possible as she raced to get away from her Mom's suspecting gaze. She hated that she was so transparent sometimes.

She reversed out of the driveway, glancing only once before she sped off down the quiet suburban road. She had no intention of going to school that morning - she had other appointments to attend, none of which included consultation with or an invitation to her mother. Or anyone for that matter.

She pulled over when she was a safe distance away, reaching for the piece of paper she'd printed off and dumped on the passenger seat. "Where are you?" She muttered to herself, her eyes scanning the document for what she wanted.

29 N 9th St, Allentown, PA 18101

She typed the address into the maps on her phone, hitting go on the directions.

"You will arrive at your destination in one hour and two minutes."

"Good," She sighed to herself, closing her eyes momentarily before she propped her phone up on the central console and began to drive. She stewed during her time alone, thinking about Caleb for most of the journey, thinking about herself for a little less of the time, thinking about them for more time than she'd like to admit.

She didn't get it. She'd been with Sean for a few months and he'd never ignited any of the feelings Caleb had in a few weeks. It was starting to scare her how much his words, his body, his company meant to her - how much she needed him.

The sound of the navigation on her phone telling her she'd reached her destination was sweet relief from her thoughts. Being alone and driving to Allentown has felt freeing whilst her brain sent her into a constricting thought overdrive. God, she needed human interaction. And she was just about to get it.

She parked up, grabbed her bag and headed straight for the building she had her appointment in, wasting no time heading through the doors to the reception.

Planned Parenthood.

"Miss?" A kind receptionist stopped her as she tried to walk straight in, "Do you have an appointment?"

"Yes," Hanna managed to croak out, although her mouth had never felt so dry. "Hanna Marin," She said quietly, "I booked it last night," She swallowed, "As an emergency."

"Ah," The nurse nodded, her eyes scanning the computers. "We're running a little behind schedule this morning," She glanced towards the reception area, "But take a seat, you'll be called through as soon as possible," She smiled reassuringly. "You'll need to fill out your medical history too," She added, handing Hanna a form and clipboard. "Complete this and take it through with you."

Hanna nodded, doing as she was told and sitting herself down in one of the hard plastic chairs before she tackled the form. It was the first time she allowed herself to properly look at her phone. There were texts from all her friends asking her where she was – one from her Mom too asking if she really was okay. She ignored them all until her eyes focused on one.

Where are you? You've ditched me in History. C

Allentown x

If she thought he wouldn't ask any more then she was wrong. Immediately another message came in.

You shouldn't be there

Why?

Come back to Rosewood

I can't

Why

I have an appointment

With who?

The doctor

Her phone began to vibrate in her hand, Caleb's name flashing across the screen as he called her. She was tempted not to answer, but a higher power told her she should, so she did. "Hi," She said quietly.

"Why are you seeing a doctor?"

"Because," She replied, his husky voice sending shivers down her spine. God, anything to do with him sent her crazy.

"Because what?" He probed, "We were supposed to listen to some jazz together."

"Trust me, this is more important."

"Yeah?"

"We… we didn't use protection yesterday," She finally told him, her voice trembling. "I'm sorting it."

"Why didn't you tell me you were going there?"

"Because," She repeated her earlier non-answer.

"Don't move."

"Caleb," She pleaded, "Don't come here."

"Tough luck," He muttered before the line went dead. She sat there, gnawing on her bottom lip for another 10 minutes until a doctor called her name. She had no idea what he was thinking, coming all the way out there. It had taken her at least an hour and as far as she knew, he didn't have a car so… he was just being completely unrealistic about the whole thing.

"Hi sweetheart," The warm female doctor greeted her as she took a seat in her office.

"Hi," She said meekly.

"How can I help you today?"

"I… I need to get a pill."

"A pill?"

"The morning after pill," Hanna clarified, swallowing the saliva that had built up in her mouth.

"When did you have unprotected sex?" The doctor asked, taking her glasses off her face.

"Yesterday," Hanna answered meekly, "It was yesterday evening."

"Okay," The doctor nodded, turning to her computer screen and typing in a few details before she took the form from Hanna's trembling hands, "Before I can do anything, I'll need to take your height and weight and blood pressure," She explained, "And then we can discuss birth control, okay?"

"Okay," Hanna nodded, relief shooting through her body. "Will I be able to get it today."

"You should be able to," The doctor nodded, "But let's get you checked out first," She stood, guiding Hanna towards some scales in the corner. She silently went through her checks, jotting a few things down, "You feeling okay?" She asked, noticing Hanna's shaking hands as she finally stood on the scales.

"Yeah," Hanna nodded, taking a silent deep breath, "Just worried."

"Everything's going to be fine."

The young girl squeezed her eyes shut, taking one step forward as she stepped onto the cold metal material. She refused to look down at the number, staring at the wall straight ahead of her until the doctor told her she could step away and return to her seat.

"Hanna," She said gently, encouraging her to look at her, "Almost everything is perfectly healthy, but you are a little underweight for your height."

"I know," Hanna nodded, cutting her off, "I'm seeing my doctor about it," She lied, "I've had this thing and he's helping me."

The doctor sighed, taking her in. She could tell Hanna wasn't necessarily telling her the whole truth but she had to let it go and instead handed Hanna a leaflet, talking through different types of contraception before she agreed to prescribe her the morning after pill. Hanna immediately asked to go on birth control too, asking her to write her a month-long prescription for the pill before she could get an appointment with her OB-GYN.

The doctor agreed and wrote out another prescription for Hanna to collect at a local pharmacy, counselling her on how to take them and what she should do if she missed one of the doses.

Hanna was infinitely greatly she didn't ask more questions; this was all so new and scary to her. She was just trying to grapple with figuring herself out, let alone the thought of another human being that had her DNA. That needed to be avoided for as long as possible.

As she soon as she left the clinic, she headed down to the pharmacy the doctor had said was the closest, picking up the drugs she'd asked for and immediately heading back to her car. She sat down in the drivers seat, staring at the tiny pill in her hand before throwing her head back and swallowing it down with water. She sighed once she was confident it had gone all the way down, leaning her head back against the headrests with her eyes shut. She needed to be more sensible about these things in the future.

She could feel herself falling asleep, the silence of her surroundings lulling her into a place of comfort as the emotional strain of the morning finally dissipated.

But the quiet was suddenly disrupted as someone pulled the door to the passenger side open. Hanna screamed in shock, her hand coming to her heart and her mouth shutting as she realized it was only Caleb climbing in. How the hell had he got there so fast, and how the hell had he found her?

"Caleb," She breathed heavily, "What…?"

"Noel dropped me off."

"Noel knows?!"

"Noel doesn't know," He shook his head, reaching out to cup her cheek, "He thought he was dropping me off here for business."

"Caleb."

"I'm serious," He said defensively, "He doesn't know."

"Fine."

"Why didn't you tell me what you were doing out here?" He asked her, holding her chin in between his thumb and finger as she tried to turn her head away.

"Because."

"I am sick of you using that word today."

"Caleb," She rolled her eyes, "I don't have to tell you everything."

"Hanna, I care about you," It was his turn to roll his eyes as he spoke exasperatedly, "I don't want you out here on your own."

Hanna opened her mouth – she didn't know whether to push him on his feelings or to ask him why he didn't want her out in Allentown. "You care about me?" She went with her heart not her head as he leant forward and pressed a meaningful kiss against her lips.

"Of course I do," He whispered, "You know I do."

"I don't, actually," She said boldly. He'd never spoken about any feelings he had for her before.

"You want me to show you?" He murmured, his voice full of teasing undertones.

"Maybe," She muttered.

"Turn the car on," He said suddenly.

"What?"

"Turn on the engine," His hand dropped to her leg, grazing her inner thigh. She did as she was told, the car grumbling to a start. "Follow my directions," He added, directing her back the way she'd initially driven, out of Allentown and along the highway back towards Rosewood. She had no idea where he was taking her but she trusted him and followed every instruction.

They got close to the outskirts before he told her to turn off, guiding her towards the forest that bordered the North side of the town. And then, he told her to turn off the ignition.

"Is this the part where you kill me?" She murmured, staring across at him.

He let out a small smile, his lips curling upwards, "No," His voice teased her as he leant across and kissed her, "This is where I show you," He whispered, his lips trailing down her neck, across her shoulder, before back into the crevice of her neck.

"We're in a forest."

"We're alone in a forest."

"We could be alone in a house."

"After."

It was almost 1pm by the time Hanna and Caleb got back to Rosewood. They headed for her house first, grabbing her sketchbooks before they headed to Caleb's for the afternoon. He suggested staying at hers on the pretence that there was less chance of somebody walking in on them but Hanna shook her head defiantly – her room just reminded her of everything that was holding her back and it was the last place she wanted to be right now. Especially if she was supposed to be putting pencil to paper for some of her design ideas.

So they found themselves in Caleb's bedroom, sweet jazz music playing in the background as Hanna drew out a new dress and he finished smoking a cigarette. He took a final drag and stubbed out the cigarette butt on the ashtray on the windowsill before lying back on the pillows, taking his time to just watch. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever had the pleasure of touching, of talking to, of being with.

He couldn't help but sit up, simply wanting to be closer to her. "Pretty," He murmured, his hand trailing down Hanna's back as his lips found the side of her face.

"I didn't realise you liked dresses," She teased him, trying to fight the sensations he created as his fingers danced over her skin.

"I like you," He stated simply, reaching into his bedside table for a clear bag. "Do you care?" He asked her, holding it up.

She shrugged, "What is it?"

"Weed," He said casually.

"No," She shook her head, "Can I have some?"

He chuckled, smiling at her, "Let's share one first," He told her, kissing her pouting lips before he expertly rolled a spliff and lit up. He took a couple of drags, exhaling the smoke before he handed it to her, "Remember what to do?" He asked tenderly, running a hand down her hair.

She nodded, breathing in through her stomach and holding the smoke in her mouth for a couple of seconds before breathing out, "Can't they smell it?" She asked him, looking around the room.

He shrugged, "The window's there for a reason."

She held the roll-up to her lips again, taking another hit before handing it back, "I like it," She said quietly.

He grinned, wrapping a free hand around his waist and pulling her closer to him in between his legs, "I like you," He murmured again, pushing his mouth onto hers again.

"You care about me…" She tilted her head, looking into his eyes playfully, "You like me…" She said, laughing as he rolled his eyes, "Do you want me to say it back?" She teased him.

He shook his head, taking another drag as he fought the smile that graced his lips, "I don't need you to say it back."

"Well," She placed her sketchbook on the floor, scooting closer to him, "I like you too anyway," She whispered, placing her hand on his leg.

"Really?" He raised his eyebrows, holding the blunt up to her lips.

She nodded, breathing it in, "Really," She said, taking another drag and handing it back to him.

"Feel good?" He murmured, watching her eyes start to glaze over - she was so tiny, it didn't take long for it to have an effect on her body. She nodded again, watching him finish it off and throw it into the ashtray.

"Good," She agreed, watching as he finished it off before throwing the remnants into the ashtray.

She wanted him. She wanted him now.

She moved on top of him, letting him pull her whatever way he wanted before their lips found each other's. "Mm," She moaned as his hands cupped her arse, hitching her dress up above her hips before one danced around to her front and teased her above her panties.

"You're so gorgeous," He muttered against her mouth as she hovered above him.

She didn't say anything, just let her lips trail down his jaw, her hands moving across his chest as she shifted back on her heels and sat up. She ran her tongue across her lips, moistening them as she reached for the button on his jeans, pulling it open and encouraging him to lift his hips so that she could pull them down.

He watched her with interest, revelling in the fact that she was taking control of the situation. Every other time it had been him, but this told him that she wanted all of this too. He was grateful the weed hadn't affected him fully yet and he could feel himself growing in his boxers as she cupped him above the material. "Han," He breathed as her hand pushed itself beneath the waistband.

She pulled his cock out, pumping him a few times before her head descended and she enveloped him in her hot mouth. He couldn't help but let out a groan, his hand running to her hair to keep her where she was.

Her tongue swirled around him as she bobbed her head and he couldn't help but feel like he was close to blowing his load as she used her hand to pump the base of his dick too. "Fuck," He grunted, letting her have her moment for a short while longer before he pulled her off him and back over him as he came perilously close to the end. "Ready?" He asked her, rolling her panties down her hips for her to kick off.

"Wait," She gasped, "Wait," She reached for his bedside table, feeling around for a foil wrapper that she eventually produced in her hand.

"I thought you got the pill?" He asked, taking the condom nonetheless and sheathing himself in it.

"It's not effective for a week."

"Mkay," He mumbled, kissing her hard as she settled on his hips, her wet heat settling right over his cock.

She gasped, reaching down between them to guide him towards her entrance, sitting up a little and then sinking down as she took him in. "Caleb," Her eyes squeezed shut as she revelled in the sensations, before he was reaching for her dress and hastily pulling it over her head.

He laid back, his eyes roving her body as she moved on top of him, grinding her hips as his hands went to her thighs. He grunted, throwing his head back against the pillow as he let her take him places he sometimes forgot he could go. "Slow," He encouraged her as she began to jerk her hips a little, clearly wanting more friction.

"I can't," She grinned, leaning down and covering his body with hers as she ran her fingers through his long hair, her mouth seeking his.

He let her go with it as they kissed, their tongues duelling as she took them closer and closer to the pinnacle. He was adamant about not doing any work and just soaked in everything Hanna was as. Suddenly she was moaning more, her noises vibrating through her throat before he felt her climaxing. It was enough for him to spill into the condom too, holding her in place as she writhed on top of him and he tried to prolong the moment for as long as possible.

"Fuck," She murmured, rolling off him onto her back. "Have girls always told you that you're good?"

"Good?" He tilted his head to look at her, pulling her close. "I've never heard good."

"Great?"

"Usually they're speechless."

She laughed - more than she should have done. But it was the weed in her system heightening her emotions. "This is better than school," She said quietly, propping her head in her hand.

He stared at her, leaning across to gently capture her lips. She was living and feeling and that was all that he wanted.

They both jumped apart as they heard the front door slam, scrambling from the bed to pull their clothes back on. "No one should know that we're here," Caleb reassured her as she began to panic. "If anyone shows up we can just tell them we were working on our project."

"We were," Her worry suddenly disappeared and she grinned lazily at him, collapsing back down onto the bed and reaching for her sketchbook.

"We are," He corrected her, kissing her hard.

She nodded, reaching for one of her pencils before she began to work again, her back against the wall as she rested the book on her bent knees. "Maybe we should run away," She said casually.

"And where would we go?" He reached for another cigarette, climbing on the bed and hanging out the window as he smoked it.

"The cabin," She shrugged. "It could be our hideaway."

He grinned at her, "It already is our hideaway."

"I guess."

"There's a party on Friday," He remarked, taking another drag, "You gonna come?"

"Maybe."

He finished his cigarette quickly, stubbing it out before tipping the contents of the ashtray out of the window. He grabbed some air freshener and sprayed it around the room, trying to mask the smell of everything they'd been doing. "You better," He eventually mumbled, kissing the side of her head.

"Maybe we can just never come back."

He sighed to himself, picking up some dirty clothes from the floor before spraying the room again, "But then you wouldn't have Parsons."

"Sometimes it seems easier to leave and never come back."

He paused in front of her, cupping her chin, "When you want to leave, you just let me know."

She smiled at him as he gripped some of her hair, both of them just looking at each other until they heard a noise at the door. "Hello?" Caleb called, separating from Hanna as the door creaked open.

"Caleb?" A tiny voice called as Penny revealed herself.

"Hey," He said with relief, squatting down and holding his arm out for her. She ran over, leaning against his chest, "What are you doing out there?"

"Playing," She said nonchalantly. "Mommy's on the computer. Can I play with you?"

"Hey P," Hanna made her presence known.

"Hanny!"

"You want to draw with me?" The blonde asked as Caleb picked Penny up and placed her on the bed next to Hanna.

She nodded excitedly, immediately beginning to scribble as Hanna ripped out a piece of paper from her notebook and handed her a pencil. "What are you going to draw?" Caleb asked, grabbing his laptop before he settled on a beanbag in the corner of his room.

"A horsey," She said casually, "Going to a cabin."

"Why's it going to a cabin?" Hanna asked, running her hand through Penny's hair.

"It's their hidey-way."

"For what?" Caleb sat up a little straighter, looking at Hanna as their eyes met with concern.

"For when the horsey runs away."

Oh Penny, so sweet, so innocent. Review? xox