Author's Note: Thank you so much guys for the kind review, I'm really glad that you liked my one shots. Now I'm thinking of making this into a story, I have a certain idea in my mind but I don't know how I'll get there. I already wrote some of the future scenes but we'll see. I'll try to upload as soon as I can because I have a lot of other things to do. If you have any other ideas, tell me. Srry for the short chapter, I promise that the next one will be longer. Thank you again; I hope you enjoy this. xx

Emily was too focused on her smoking –hot girlfriend bouncing on her, that she already forgot that there was somebody outside the door. The second doorbell was heard again and that was enough for her to stop Hanna, who was acting as if nothing was happening.

" What?! Hanna we can't, there's so-…" Emily couldn't even finish her sentence because her girlfriend's lips were quick to shut her up. But the kisses weren't the only thing keeping the swimmer's mind away, it was Hanna's bouncing and her nails digging deeper into her back.

"I'm so close-ee…" Hanna's eyes rolled to the back of her head, her lips parted and her head tilted backwards. Emily was still pumping, now slowly into her, sat her again on the kitchen counter and with a few deep thrusts released herself, followed by loud moans from both of them. The swimmer bent over the blonde and started kissing her passionately, her member still inside.

"Ready for round two?" Emily suggestively questions her girlfriend, completely forgetting that there was still someone waiting on the other side of the door.

"I'm always ready." Hanna lazily smirked at Emily whose eyes were looking at her, probably bruised, neck.

"One of the hickeys looks like "E" "She proudly said kissing her neck multiple times. This time instead of doorbell ring, the room was filled with the noise of angry knocks against the wooden door awakening both of the lovers from their embrace. They parted away, Hanna readjusting her dress without bothering to put her pants on and Emily putting up loosely her jeans, leather jacket covering her bare torso.

"Go to check who it is at the door." Hanna ordered while cleaning the mess they made with all of the whipped cream.

"Why me? I'm the guest, it's not fair and what if it is your mom? I can't even pull my jeans up; I don't know where my belt is." Emily looked around the kitchen looking for it when the bell was heard again.

"It would be better if my mom sees you instead of me. I'm all covered in hickeys … Look at me!" The blonde pointed with finger at her neck that was now looking even more bruised.

"Okay, okay I'm going."

When she opened the door, she saw the back of the certain someone that she hoped, will never return back in Rosewood.

"Caleb ?!" She barely whispered.

"Hanna?" He turned around into the darkness hoping to see the blonde, but instead of that his hopeful look was changed with confused face.

"Emily?" He came back to the door step looking closer to make sure that it was the swimmer. Before he got the chance to speak again Emily closed the door behind her, coming next to him.

"What are you doing here?" Her blank expression was making everything even harder for him.

"I came to see Hanna. Is she in there…" He tried to walk past her but she held his arm into a place. Something was wrong, that was for sure. He was nervous and his gaze kept wandering around, as if someone was watching them.

"You have no right to come back. Not after all of this, Caleb. Do me a favor and leave, now." Her lips formed into a thin line and her heart started beating faster, as if she was ready to fight him if he made the wrong decision.

"Babeee!" Hanna's shout was heard from inside as both of their heads snapped at the door, her hand still holding his arm firmly. She was unsure of what to do, but the only thing she knew was that he was coming back for no good.

"Leave!" She let go of him, turning around to open the door but all of a sudden the light from the inside illuminated both of their faces as there stood surprised Hanna. Her eyes flickered at them, not understanding what was happening.

"Caleb?" Her voice broke the tension between them as her eyes filled with shock and sadness.

Emily's POV

I knew this look of hers. It was over, everything was over. I don't want to believe it, but it will happen eventually and she doesn't even know it. I was standing between them and the next thing I see is Caleb walking past me hugging her tightly, whispering something in her ear.

I stayed away from them as my eyes locked with hers. Her hands were wrapped behind his neck as she silently started crying without breaking eye contact. It was like she was telling me that she was sorry. Her brows furrowed when she saw me stepping back as my eyes filled with tears too.

"No, don't go!" She immediately let go of him holding my hand pulling me to her. She held my cheeks with both of her hands looking me into the eyes as some tears rolled down her face.

"Please don't go. Stay here tonight, I'm just going to talk to him for a bit." She sweetly whispered, feeling worried that I might leave her. I couldn't say no to her, so I just nodded my head and went back inside.

I stood on their couch with my head between my hands thinking that the worst was about to happen. Hanna always had been my crush through all those years and finally when things were coming together he decided to come back.

No, I didn't hate him, I envied him. I envied him because he was her first love, her first everything. I felt the familiar heart ache in my chest just like a years ago, when I was sitting on her bed, listening to her bubbling about him. I was no one back then and now when I finally got the chance to be with her, he was going to steal her … again. Just before my mind could think of the worst scenarios, the door opened widely and to my relief Hanna was the only one to come inside. She carefully closed it as her eyes were looking at me sadly. Looking down at the ground she stood in front of me.

"I'm so sorry, baby." Her bottom lips started trembling and soon enough she started crying. I quickly pulled her down as she sat on my lap, crying even harder.

"Don't cry, love. It's going to be alright." I whispered in her ear, embracing her shaking body tightly. I don't know who I was soothing more… me or her.

"What did he said?" I kissed her cheek sweetly as she smiled a little kissing me too. She kept quiet for a minute wondering if it was appropriate to tell me. It was like I could read her mind by just looking at her.

"He came here to apologize. He said how beautiful I am and how he couldn't forgive himself for leaving me. He wanted to ask me something but then his gaze …" My hands lost their grip on her while I was listening the things she was saying. He won't back off easily. Or he won't back off at all.

"His gaze focused on the hickeys around my neck..."

"I think that was enough of an answer for him." She laid her head on my shoulder sniffing silently. The fact that she was upset from all of this means that she still had feeling for him … and they were a strong one. When I took a deep breath I smelt a vague smell – his perfume. He stole my best friend now he'll steal my lover.