Pretty Little Lovers Untamed

Author's Note: Spring break has pretty much ruined me. All I do is sleep and write fanfiction. I mean I've done NO homework.. And I have SO MUCH TO DO. But it's whatever.

Chapter 11

Hanna headed back into the Fields' house, walking a sort of zombie-walk. She felt sort of like she was out of her head, but then she had just practically broken up with her long-term boyfriend. When she got to the top of the stairs, she tried to compose herself, but there were still tears in her eyes when she opened Emily's door.

Emily was waiting for her, her legs criss-crossed on her bed. But she got up the second her blond best friend came back into her room. "Han," she said, "What's the matter? What happened?"

Fighting sniffles, Hanna felt more tears run down her cheeks. She was sure her make-up looked terrible and she hid her face. "You were right," she said between tears, "He knew.."

There was a package of make-up wipes on Emily's dresser and she got one and approached Hanna slowly. She took her chin in her hand and brought her face back to hers. Then gently, her other hand reaching to catch Hanna's fingers, and link them with hers, she wiped away all the mascara and eyeliner. "Did he.. Did he break up with you?" The brunette asked, looking into the blonde's sad, wet, blue eyes.

"He said we needed to take a break," she said. "He knew I had feelings for you. He.. He said that he was tired of worrying about me leaving him for you.." She shook her head. "I feel so guilty Em."

Emily nodded and stepped away to throw away the make-up wipe. "I know," Emily nodded. Really, she felt guilty too. She should have respected Hanna's limits. She felt bad for her and for Caleb too. "I'm sorry about this," she concluded, sitting back down on her bed.

Hanna had a lot going on in her head, but not a single thought that she entertained had to do with blaming Emily. "Em, she said, openly crying now, "I don't know what to do. Please. Can't you just.." She wiped her eyes with the heels of her hands. "Hold me?"

The concept would have normally sounded wonderful for Emily, but she had to think about Hanna's limits now. She licked her lips. "I.. I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Why not?" the blonde returned, "Caleb and I are on a break. It doesn't matter anymore."

It was absolute torture for Emily to watch Hanna cry and do nothing about it, and so she gave in quickly. "Okay," she nodded slowly. "Come here."

Hanna got on the bed and the two of them slid under the covers. It was late and the only light on was Emily's lamp, and so she reached over and switched it off with little effort. Then, once they were submerged in darkness that was only cut by the light of the moon, Emily wrapped her friend up in her arms.

"I'm so confused," Hanna revealed, her voice still quivering.

"I know."

"What was it like for you?" Hanna asked her.

"Finding out I liked girls?" Emily asked quietly.

Hanna nodded, and then brought her best friend's hands up to her lips and kissed the tops of them gently.

Emily felt arousal tumble through her. "I.. I struggled for a long time. I was afraid to tell.." She paused and watched Hanna kiss each of her fingertips. "..to tell you and the others. And my mom and dad too."

"I would have accepted you," Hanna said between kissed.

Emily watched Hanna's tongue slide down her middle finger, and then, gingerly, bring her entire finger into her mouth. She took in a shakey breath. "I.. I know that."

Hanna sucked for a minute, and then she pulled Emily's finger out of her mouth and rolled in her arms. She put her lips to her best friend's throat, and then ran her tongue up to her jaw. She bit the skin there very gently. "Em," she whispered, "You taste so good.."

The brunette's head was already swimming. She couldn't think of anything but how great it felt to have Hanna doing this to her. When she blinked, she did it drunkenly, her eyelids closing and opening back up really slowly. "Han.." she warned.

Hanna ignored her, started sucking on her neck softly, intoxicated by Emily's scent. She smelt like body wash and shampoo, but she had a natural smell too. A smell that Hanna was used to.. The smell of her best friend. When Emily's fingers started walking down her back, she shivered and lifted her face. "Would you.. Would you want to..." She bit her lip and then said, "Distract me from all this?"

Emily's dark brown eyes landed in Hanna's blue ones. "Are you asking me to...?"

Hanna nodded. "Yes Em. Will you?"

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