Hello there :3 I'm sorry, I know it's been quite a while since I've updated but I have a legit reason for this delay. So, I've actually been working on this chapter for over two weeks now because I realized I still had so much to say about Hanna's past before I let NYC-Hanna head back to Rosewood and I got kind of caught up in this. When this chapter reached 19 pages whatsoever, I had to stop and I am not going to divide it into three parts, let it be a pretty little trilogy basically.

So yeah, this is the first part, set in the present and omfg, it's a sex chapter, so that this fic will finally live up to its rating for once. I don't think I'll write a lot of those, though, I'm a horrible sex writer. The (twice as long) flashback (or well, the main part of it) is already finished as well and will be uploaded later today or tomorrow because I don't feel too good about uploading 14 pages without having someone read through it before I do.

Now, thank you guys for your reviews & well, frankly, should I get more reviews that are trashing this pairing, I'll see myself forced to delete them because - and apparently you guys agree- it's getting somewhat tiring. (so yeah, 'guest, please don't read this chapter, it might not be good for your health. SPOILER ALERT, there may or may not be a tiny hint of Haleb in the upcoming Rosewood chapters but honestly, you should just stop reading this story. Maybe you'll find something that suits you when I get to publish other stories, alrighty?)

And before I forget it again, a massive thanks to MileyDreamer for all of her support and assistance I have received from her so far and please, if you're open minded enough for a somewhat unexpected pairing, check out her new story "Good Girls Do Bad Things Sometimes" (which is, in fact, linked to this fic in one way or another)

Alright, once again, sorry for the delay, sorry for this super long author's note, sorry for this failure of a chapter, but please, try to enjoy it anyway :)

Chapter 6 – Pretend & Descend (Part I)

"Alright, great. No, why would he? Oh come on, it's only a week after all. Okay, just drop by when you feel like it, it's not like I'm starving or anything. See you, Jess."

One week later, Hanna was sitting on the massive table in her well-lit, commodious and barely used kitchen with her feet on a chair, a sitting position she had always preferred to any other. She had just gotten off the phone with Jess, who was going to come over with pizza to help her pack for her week-long-trip to Rosewood, when she heard her boyfriend open the front door.

Wren had announced he had something to tell her about – nothing other than his job offer in Chicago. Pondering it was something he had tried to avoid, telling himself there was no way he would leave Hanna alone and he definitely could not make her leave New York with him. With every passing day, the thought grew in him that it might be best to, at least, let Hanna know about the proposition.

Finding her waiting for him, eager to hear what he had to tell her, brought him back to doubting his decision immediately. What was the point in telling her anyway? It wasn't as if he was even considering going to Chicago. What if she told him to go? She could end up lecturing him about her having been far too selfish the past years and how it was her turn now to stop him from missing a great opportunity. He certainly didn't know how he was supposed to deal with that kind of response, so why take the risk?

"Hey, love." He tried his best to make the smile he gave her look carefree and kissed her on the cheek, sitting down next to her.

"Hi." The blonde smiled brightly, biting her lip. "Jess is going to come over sometime today to help me pack. She'll bring pizza, so I doubt you'll protest?"

"Everybody's welcome as long as they bring pizza." He smiled weakly, his eyes fixed on the squeaky-clean floor. "I can't believe I'll be stuck here on my own next week." The only one who had ever had to spend a night alone in this apartment was Hanna when he had to work nights – and even then she'd try to crash at Jessica's place or have her come over, not being the type of person who could handle being on her own all too well. The couple hadn't been apart since they moved in together, except for one week in which they visited their families at the same time, being unable to choose only one to pay a visit to together.

Hanna giggled slightly. "At least you'll have Hedren. Since you're the one of us who can hold up an entire conversation with a parrot for over an hour, you should be good to go." She studied his expression curiously before she continued. "So, what did you want to tell me about?"

"Oh, right. Uhm…" He brought his eyes back up to meet hers, wondering if they had always been as shiny and blue as they were in this very moment. "It doesn't really matter."

"Oh, come on, Wren." Hanna laughed and grabbed his hands, bringing herself closer to him. "Just tell me."

A flicker of desperation crossed Wren's eyes and instead of parting his lips to respond, he suddenly let go of her hands, brought her face closer to his and kissed her deeply. It all happened in an instant, but despite the surprise she immediately kissed him back without the slightest hint of hesitation. His kisses felt more vehement and longing than usual, but she certainly didn't mind the sudden change of topic. The blonde had been hoping they'd find the time for a carefree hook up in privacy before she left town only to return in the company of the three girls one week later. In fact, she had been desperate to feel his skin pressed against hers, to feel him inside of her, to feel a kind of incomparable pleasure that she couldn't even think about without getting a bit excited once more, before she had to leave.

Wren's hands wandered down to the hem of her top and he broke the kiss to take it off quickly, making her realize where they were still located. "Right here?" She breathed, astonished. For a moment, she was convinced that he looked relieved before he answered her with a smirk. "Yes, right here."

Their lips found their way back to each other, their tongues eagerly picked up where they had left off. Hanna started slowly unbuttoning his shirt, eventually sliding it off his shoulders while Wren successfully unhooked her bra at the first try, all the while not breaking the kiss. The formerly squeaky-clean kitchen floor was now covered in half of their clothes and Hanna's mind suddenly seemed to be filled with doubts.

She pulled away and was just about to suggest moving this to the bedroom after all when Wren started taking turns at nipping and kissing down her neck to her collarbone, causing the only thing escaping her lips to be a soft, surprised moan. Despite the shivers that slowly started running down her spine, she decided to place a hand on his chest and apply just the right amount of pleasure to push him lightly away.

"Wren, please…" She bit her lip, waiting for him to look her in the eyes again. "I think we'd be better off taking this to the bedroom."

"And why should we do that, love?" Seemingly amused, he grazed her sides with his fingertips.

"Well…" Hanna found herself searching for somewhat acceptable arguments. "Our bed is a lot more comfortable."

"Comfort isn't necessary for what I was going to do to you." He gave her his best innocent look and proceeded to kiss and nip down her torso, soon enough reaching her breasts, his eyes never leaving hers.

"But…oh, please…" Words didn't come easy to her as she was trying to suppress the tension that was all the while building up inside of her half-naked body. "I just don't think this is a good idea." She stumbled quickly.

Astonished, Wren stopped and looked back up at her, his hands gripping her waist on both sides. "Hanna, come on. I just thought this could be fun." He wasn't exactly willing to give in just like that, the thought of making her his right at this exact spot having grown on him.

"I'm sure it would be." The blonde admitted and kissed him deeply, removing his hands from her waist and holding them in hers instead. "But let's not give it a try today, alright?" Smiling seductively, she got up and waited for him to join her.

Once he stood back up as well, she let go of his hands and victoriously turned to head to the massive door of their bedroom, when she felt Wren lightly grip one of her wrists, holding her back. In an instant, he had her pinned against the table, playfully grasping both her wrists by now, giving her a look that made her insides melt together into nothing but a boiling mass. He pressed his body so closely against hers that there was not even the slightest chance for her to move.

"I'm sorry, love, but it would be a shame to let this opportunity go to waste." He breathed against her lips and let go of her wrists, his hands travelling downwards, only stopping to caress her breasts before they found their way to her skirt. Far too turned on to protest, Hanna watched him slide her skirt up to her waist, revealing her black lace panties.

Her lips stayed parted and she lacked the capacity to hold back any kind of response to his touches, too surprised that she wasn't equally in charge of the situation for once. Wren teasingly ran his fingers up and down the inside of her thighs, flashing the boyish grin at her that originally made her fall for him. Seconds later, one of his hands had found the way to her panties, slipping under them, while the other one was moving up her lower back, holding her in a steady position pinned onto the table.

Hanna didn't dare to move when he started stimulating her clit with his thumb; too afraid he would stop and keep the overwhelming pleasure from her. As if he had read her thoughts, he stopped abruptly, making her whimper for more. There was no way that he hadn't noticed how wet she was, how badly she needed him to bring her some relief. Too proud to beg, she decided to glare at him instead, making him struggle to contain his laughter.

"Oh God, love." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Just stop with that face."

"Well, stop teasing me, then." She hissed, sounding almost too serious.

Wren had quickly collected himself and was back to smirking slyly. "I'm sorry, Hanna. It was never my intention to tease you." Before he had finished the sentence, he had slid her panties off and flicked them over his shoulder. Ostensibly obeying by not wasting any more time, he took off his pants as well before he finally touched her again to unzip her skirt. He lifted her up a slight bit to remove it and slowly lifted her fully onto the table top, carefully pushing her down so that her back was lying on the cool, massive wood. He bent over and, once again, lightly grasped her wrists to hold her steady and placed his lips around her right nipple.

Biting her lip hard, Hanna attempted to regain control over the various squeaks and moans that escaped from her mouth but it was all in vain. All of the licking and sucking and teeth gently brushing against this sensitive spot seemed to be getting the best of her and she finally let go of her last remaining bit of resistance. She arched her back and when Wren moved on to her other breast, she was convinced that she was on the verge of losing her mind. Pleased with her reaction, he let go of her wrists and started kissing down her body again, moving his kisses lower and lower. Dangerously close to his target, he found himself interrupted by the blonde who was afraid she couldn't take any more delay.

Hanna decided it was time to end her passivity and to gain at least some control over the happenings. She sat up, making him face her by doing so, placed her hand on his temple and brought her lips to his ear to whisper seductively: "Look, if you don't put your cock in me right about now, I'm going to have to finish this without you."

She licked her lips, glancing down at his clearly visible erection before she checked his eyes for a response. When she received an astonished look in return, she slowly slid her other hand down his chest, lower and lower, until she had reached the elastic band of his boxers.

"Are you sure?" he gasped, his eyes following her hand.

"Oh yes, I am." The blonde purred and let her hand disappear under the fabric, slowly stroking down the length of his penis, the contact with her fingernails making him wince. She stopped just as abruptly as he had before and moved even lower, gently kneading his balls. She loved how the tables had turned and started thinking of ways to give him a blowjob from her current position to tease him some more but she didn't get the chance to try it.

Wren swallowed hard and pulled down his boxers, and Hanna immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, anxious for what was about to come. Without further a-do, he entered her, filling her completely and making her gasp before he pulled back out of her. Her muscles tensed when he slammed into her again and again and she found herself automatically pushing her hips up against his in perfect sync. Moaning his name, she threw her head back when another wave of pleasure hit her, before she fixed her eyes on his again. Being face to face like that made the tension almost unbearable and she climaxed far too soon for his liking, causing him to continue until she had reached another mind blowing orgasm and he finally emptied himself inside of her. He had discovered all of the hot spots that made her cum years ago already; therefore, she had never had to find herself unsatisfied before.

Once he had pulled out of her and collapsed on the nearest chair, Hanna struggled to steady her breathing, her heart pounding at an alarming pace. She looked over at her boyfriend who was breathing just as heavily, and he flashed her one of his boyish grins when he caught her staring. He collected all the clothes he could reach from his position and handed hers to her.

Wren looked towards Hanna in a glance; the kind of longing glance that a prince would catch his bride's eye with, the kind of look that would give any girl the shivers to receive, the kind of look that is in fairytales. Prince Philip surely glanced at Aurora in the same fashion multiple times. This look that Hanna was currently on the receiving end of; this look was the look that a groom offers his bride as she walks down the aisle towards him, a look of pure love and adoration.

Hanna slid closer to him to have him help her with her bra and pulled her hair up, holding it in a makeshift bun in one hand. She turned her head slightly to one side and looked back at Wren over her shoulder, her long eyelashes acting as veils to cover her eyes. From the corner of her eye, she watched Wren as he brushed his hands against her to put that stubborn article of clothing back in its rightful place. Her eyes darkened, in never ending lust for the man that she loves. It doesn't matter, the acts they performed mere moments ago, there's still a current of electricity between them. All that's needed is a spark to make them ignite, and Wren's hands brushing against the sides of her ribs were acting as the rubbing of two sticks to try to start a fire. Hanna shivered and bit her lip playfully before breaking the strangely comfortable silence that had emerged between them.

"So, was that what you wanted to tell me?" She giggled, letting her long, wavy blonde hair cover her back again.

After a moment of hesitation, a flicker of doubt crossing his eyes once more, he nodded, smirking at her like a naughty schoolboy. "I guess so. Message received?"

"Loud and clear." She turned around to face him after putting her top back on and pecked his lips softly, helping him into his shirt. "I think we should have conversations like this more often."

"That's a wish that I will gladly grant you." Too afraid he would get lost in her baby blue eyes for a moment, shining brighter than the color of the Manhattan sky outside their apartment; he quickly looked back down and watched her button up his shirt.

Neither of them wanted to be away from the other one for the next week any longer, the thought of being apart seemed surreal and far, far away, until the doorbell rang and brought both of them back to reality.

Hanna quickly hopped off the table and slid into her skirt, having Wren, who was only wearing his boxers and his half-unbuttoned shirt, zip it up at the back for her instantly. They both got up and he continued getting dressed while Hanna headed to their front door to let her best friend in.

"Pizza delivery guy is here! You can either pay $1000 or you can spend a hot night with me in a cabin in the Hamptons." Jess wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and stepped inside, carrying an oversized pizza carton.

"Where's your lover boy at, and why isn't he rushing to my side to carry this shitty thing for me like the gentleman that he usually is?" The brunette rambled and was just about to make her way to the kitchen when Hanna interfered.

"How about we hang out in the living room this time?" She motioned to the door on the opposite side, and then basically dragged Jessica to it. "Wren will be right there, he just has to finish something first." She didn't even bother to make up a better explanation and made her friend sit on the couch, when Wren strolled into the room, still buttoning his shirt properly. He looked awfully disheveled for his usual neat and tidy self and Hanna was suddenly convinced that she probably looked like a complete train wreck. She hadn't bothered to check her reflection in the nearest mirror before she got to the door – very unusual for Hanna Marin, come to think of it – and she hadn't managed to find her panties in time, thanks to Wren just carelessly tossing them around the kitchen earlier.

She considered rushing out of the room to fix that problem when she noticed Jessica's eyes on her, jumping from her to her boyfriend and back again. Her guest sniffed the air dramatically and let out a gasp. "You guys have been shagging, right? It's in the air. You smell like intercourse, you nasty little sluts."

She burst out laughing when she caught a glimpse of Hanna who was rocking her best caught in the act face and squirming uncomfortably, still longing to run off to her underwear drawer. Wren simply shrugged, apparently unmoved by her accusations, and helped himself to a slice of pizza. Jess was just about to take another bite of her slice as well, when a disturbing thought seemed to occupy her mind.

"Oh my God, it wasn't on this couch, was it?" Her eyes widened in alarm.

Wren kept ignoring her but wrapped his free arm around his girlfriend, drawing soothing circles on her back once again.

"Nope. In the kitchen. On the table." Hanna snapped, annoyed. "And since we're having a little kiss and tell session, I have no clue where my panties are." She crossed her legs awkwardly and flashed her friend a fake smile.

Right on cue, Wren produced her black lace panties from his pocket and held them out to her. "I was going to give you those in a little more… private moment." He stated apologetically and Hanna quickly snatched them from his fingers, slipping them on in less than a second. Fully dressed at last, she rested her head against his chest and the three of them burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to be such a nosy cunt. I'm just so sexually frustrated, since we're having a little kiss and tell session, and you guys don't make it any easier for a lonely single girl in her mid-twenties." Jessica pouted. "I just want what you two have, but I can't seem to find the right guy." She sighed and grabbed another slice of pizza, chewing on it halfheartedly.

"Maybe that's because to be qualified to date you, a guy is supposed to be some sort of A-list surgeon." Hanna giggled, looking at her from the corner of her eyes.

"Well, surgeons are great. I mean, just look at him." The brunette pointed at Wren with her pizza slice, and he flashed her his best grin. "I might have to steal him from you while you're gone."

"As if you possibly could." Hanna teased, pressing herself closer to her boyfriend. As excited as she was to be spending a whole week in Rosewood, she would equally as much miss being around Wren. She hadn't even packed all her bags yet and still, she could hardly wait to bring her friends back to this city, to this apartment, to this certain guy who would be waiting for her.