So, I guess I should start by saying hi! I'm Jen, and this is my first ever Haleb fanfic. I've written some stuff in the past for different tv shows, but let's not talk about those, because I was thirteen and they were all too embarrassing. I have no idea if this is any good, or even if I can write well, so any feedback is greatly appreciated! My plan for this fic is for it to be a series of oneshots, kind of inspired by silenceeverything's Growth (which by the way, along with Restraints of Renown, is my favourite Haleb fanfic ever), but taking place pretty much straight after we left Haleb at the end of 6A. I'm a med student so I'm pretty busy and I'm not really sure how often I'll be able to update, but I'll try to do it as frequently as I can, if people like the story. Oh, before you read on, there is a lot of smut in this chapter, and there is likely to be a similar amount in future chapters too, so if you're not comfortable with that kinda thing then this probably isn't for you. Anyway, I'll stop rambling now, enjoy!

Moving Day

"Have you seen the box with the bed linen in it?" Hanna Marin asked, maybe a little louder than was necessary. She was fed up of unpacking already; after moving boxes into and around their new apartment all day, her boyfriend's annoyingly calm attitude was starting to grate on her, just a bit.

"Huh?" Caleb Rivers replied, as Hanna emerged from their bedroom.

"I'm trying to make the bed and I can't find it, where's the bed stuff?"

Caleb smiled as he walked over to his girlfriend, "We'll do it later, the removal guys are still bringing boxes up."

Hanna groaned as she buried her face in her hands, "I wanna go to sleeeeeep," She whined, drawing the last word out as long as she could, before taking a deep breath and plopping herself down on the plush leather couch to her left.

The sound of his chuckling made it's way closer to her as Caleb positioned himself next to her on the couch, rubbing her thigh soothingly as he tried to stifle a laugh – he knew it annoyed her when he didn't take her sleeping needs seriously. "Hey you, cheer up," He whispered, nudging her ear with his nose, "Don't you think it's pretty amazing that we're here?"

Hanna lifted her face from her hands and quirked an eyebrow up, her mood lifting, maybe just a little, "What do you mean?"

"Well," Caleb began, "I don't know about you, but with everything that's happened, I was beginning to think that we'd never make it here. But here we are, living alone, in our apartment, making it on our own. I'm kinda proud of us."

A shy grin spread across Hanna's face as she looked Caleb in the eyes and realised that he was right, she was proud of them too, "Yeah, I guess, considering."

A loud, echoing voice behind them suddenly interrupted their moment, "That's the last box," The removal guy declared, as he rather ungracefully dropped a large cardboard box labelled 'Han's shoes' onto the floor.

Hanna turned around on the couch to see where the voice was coming from, and sighed with relief as she realised that the 'moving' part of moving in was finally over. She watched Caleb thank the broad-shouldered man and shake his hand, before he closed the door and came to a stop in the middle of the room, looking around and shoving his hands into his pockets. "And," He paused, "We're home."

Standing up and walking towards him, Hanna sighed contentedly. Her arms snaked around his waist and her head tilted upwards until her eyes met his, quickly flicking to his lips and back. A warm smile graced her lips, "Yeah, I guess this is home now," She stopped to think for a second, "Though it doesn't really feel like home yet."

Caleb gently pushed her chin up using his index finger and pressed a gentle, fleeting kiss against her lips. His hand moved to her cheek as he gently stroked it with his thumb, "You know what we should do instead of sleeping?"

A high-pitched laugh escaped Hanna's mouth as she lightly slapped his arm, "Caleb!"

He chuckled, "Well I was going to say that we should get some food, but you know, whatever you want."

He raised his eyebrows and smirked at Hanna, who proceeded to playfully slap his arm again as she walked towards the kitchen. It was fairly small like the rest of the apartment, but the cosy living space was just what they both wanted.

"Do we actually have any food?" Hanna enquired as she opened the fridge to see nothing but a large pot covered in plastic wrap. She picked it up and moved it from side to side as it made a slight swishing sound, and then turned around to looking questioningly at Caleb.

"Uh, your mom cooked us something and left it in the fridge for us."

Hanna screwed her face up disapprovingly and placed the pot on the countertop next to the fridge; her mom had never been the best cook, but with nothing else to eat it was looking like a likely option. As she fiddled with the plastic covering the top, Caleb approached her from behind and wrapped one of his arms around her small waist, the other brushing her short blonde curls to one side of her neck to expose her smooth skin. His lips sucked on her pulse point before he began to nibble and press kisses across her neck, eliciting a sigh from Hanna.

"You can't do this now that you've made me hungry," She protested, rather unconvincingly.

Caleb wrapped both his arms around her waist, before pressing himself closer to her back as he whispered hoarsely in her ear, "Well you can't do that," His head nodding towards Hanna's hands, which were still trying to remove the plastic wrap, "Now that you've made me horny."

A shiver made it's way down Hanna's spine despite her efforts to stay neutral, mostly due to his slow, deep voice and his warm breath against her ear. She turned in his arms and smirked up at him, "You sound like a fourteen year old boy."

Caleb only raised his eyebrows at that, as Hanna's smirk grew and she reached up to plant a firm kiss on his mouth. Before she could even pull away, Caleb had anchored her hair in his hands and was pulling her soft lips back to his. The kiss was deep and wet and hot, and every so often he would nip at her bottom lip and moan into her mouth, making her knees go weak. If Caleb's arms weren't wrapped so tightly around her, she thought, she might not have been able to keep herself standing. How could he have this effect on her with just a kiss? Hanna's thoughts were interrupted when Caleb ended their make out session, nudging her nose with his and opening his eyes, waiting for her to do the same as she tried to regain her breath. She could feel his breathing get closer to her lips again, but their mouths didn't quite connect.

Just as she opened her eyes to find out why, he began to speak softly, "You know what the best thing about us having our own place is?"

Hanna had to clear her throat before she could speak, "What?"

"Nobody can tell us what to do," He grabbed her ass with both of his hands and hoisted her legs up around his waist, eliciting a small yelp from her. With a swift turn Hanna was placed upon the cold marble countertop, which felt freezing against the burning skin of her thighs, especially because she was only wearing a small pair of denim shorts. Caleb stood between her legs, both of them breathing heavily as he continued, "Or where to do it."

Hanna pulled back ever so slightly, "Are you suggesting we have kitchen sex?" It was hard, trying to sound humourous when all she wanted was for him to rip her clothes off and take her then and there.

"Hmm," He mused, "Kitchen sex makes it sound weird."

She tilted her head back as he nuzzled her neck, beginning to kiss further downwards as he stepped even closer to her, making sure she could feel his groin pressing against the apex of her legs.

He kissed his way back up her neck and held her close as he whispered, "I just had this vision of you naked and writhing on here with me between your legs, that's all."

Hanna couldn't take it anymore as she grabbed his face in her hands, pulling him into her in one swift motion and kissing him hungrily as she rolled herself against his growing erection.

"Han," He moaned into her mouth, only encouraging her to continue rolling her hips into him as he placed his hands on the counter, attempting to get even closer to her.

Her arms snaked around his waist as his hands ran up and down the smooth skin of her thighs, the tips of his fingers ghosting under the bottom of her tiny shorts. Soon his hands had moved from her thighs to her waist, and then under her loose, flowing tank top, his thumbs grazing the underside of her breasts. Somehow, Hanna was rolling her hips even harder against him by now, evoking a whimper from the back of his throat as his hands reached under her bra to cup her breasts. Hanna's hands instinctively went into his hair, pulling slightly as they continued to kiss deeply. Caleb felt her jerking involuntarily against him every time his thumbs swept quickly across her nipples, and could tell she was getting impatient when she removed one hand from his hair, undoing the clasp of her bra and attempting to shake it from her shoulders. He smiled into the kiss and broke it briefly to pull her white shirt over her head, along with her bra.

"You know," She began, as he pulled back to look at her. She was sitting with her legs apart and her hands on either side of her, naked from the top up with her eyes closed, hair slightly ruffled, and her chest rising and falling as she breathed through parted lips. God, he needed her. "It still feels like we're gonna get caught, doing this in the kitchen," She concluded, her breathing still heavy.

Caleb chuckled lightly and moved back into her, placing his hands back on her thighs and moving his face into hers, their lips almost touching. Just as he was about to kiss her, she opened her eyes. "But the thought of getting caught is… kinda hot," She added, biting her bottom lip.

"Hmm, who sounds like the horny fourteen year old now?"

His words were lost on her as he threaded his hands through her short hair and pushed their mouths together once again. Hanna wasted no time in removing his black t-shirt, running her small hands over his warm, well-defined abdomen as he ghosted his lips down her jaw. He continued to suck and bite her neck gently as she hurriedly undid his belt, pushing his jeans down his legs and encouraging him to step out of them. Missing his contact with her in the five seconds that they were apart, he latched his mouth onto her left nipple and sucked, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nib as she tilted her neck back and gripped his shoulders hard. Her hands moved up as she toyed with the hair on the back of his neck, Caleb moving onto the other nipple and giving it the same treatment. Soon his lips had moved down to her toned stomach - he kissed under her navel, having the desired effect as her breathing sped up, and she almost incomprehensibly mumbled his name. Slowly, torturously, he undid the button of Hanna's shorts, pulling them down her toned legs, the feeling of his hands against her skin causing her to ache for him even more than she already was. Once her shorts were off he looked to her centre, and could see that the sheer black material of her underwear was already soaked through. He looked her dead in the eyes as she opened hers slowly and, standing close, he teasingly ran one finger over her clothed slit. Hanna hissed and bucked into his hand, resulting in him cupping her completely.

"Please, Caleb," It was barely a whisper, and he could tell how desperate she was from the way her eyes were scrunched closed.

He decided to tease her, "Please what?"

"Please touch me. I need you."

Caleb smiled as he ghosted his lips over hers, pushing one finger past her underwear and straight up into her. Hanna let out a long overdue, strangled moan as he began to pump in and out of her, feeling her getting wetter by the second. Using his other hand, Caleb began to pull her underwear down, before pulling his finger out of her to take them off completely.

"What are you…" Hanna began, but before she could finish, Caleb's mouth was on her, and he was laying his tongue out flat as he pleasured her with long, slow licks, and damn, it felt good. A noise that she didn't even know she could make came from deep within Hanna's throat, mixing with the sound of his satisfied moans. She adored how he loved doing this for her – he loved doing almost anything for her. Just as his moans grew louder and she could feel them vibrating against her, his tongue delved into her and began moving in and out with increasing speed.

"Oh God, Caleb!"

One of his hands found her clit and started making small fast circles whilst he continued his movements with his tongue, Hanna's moans and whimpers giving him all the encouragement he needed.

Her hands moved from the counter to his head as she pushed him down harder, "Ah, ah, ah, I'm coming, I'm coming, I…"

With a long, breathless moan, Hanna's body fell back as she leant on her arms, Caleb stopping his movements on her clit but continuing to pleasure her with his tongue. When he felt that she had stopped contracting around him, he licked the wetness from her thigh and pressed a last kiss to her lips, soothingly running his hands up and down her legs before moving up to kiss her hard. She could taste herself on him and it only made her want him more.

"I need you Han, so bad," He emphasised his statement by pushing himself against her. He was rock hard and Hanna couldn't help herself as she reached forward and grabbed him, his breathing audibly getting heavier as he looked her in the eyes. Her hand began to rub him through his underwear as he closed his eyes and let out a drawn-out moan, cursing under his breath. Impatient as always, Hanna began to drag his underwear down and he was on the same page, stepping out of them quickly and immediately moving forward to press their centres together. The skin on skin contact made them both moan, and Caleb began to slide himself up and down her wetness as he pressed his lips in to a tight line, concentrating, before pressing their lips together lightly.

"The condoms are in one of the boxes," He realised, disappointment evident in his voice.

Hanna's forehead came to rest against his, "Oh well, now we're living together, we may as well go for the full family package and have a baby anyway."

Caleb pulled away almost too quickly, a shocked look on his face as he furrowed his brow, "What?!"

Hanna giggled as she brought his face back down to hers, shaking her head as she whispered, "You know I'm on the pill, idiot."

He pulled her into him and kissed her deeply, and she swore she could feel him smiling into it. Then, all of a sudden, his arms were around her once more, her body flush against his. Caleb used one hand to guide himself into her, pushing in unhurriedly as they both sighed and stilled, just for a second, before he started moving torturously slowly. Hanna's hands immediately went behind her to rest on the counter top for extra support, her smooth legs wrapping around his ass, encouraging him to go deeper.

Taking the hint, Caleb began to go deeper and faster as he gripped her sides, his thumbs grazing the underside of her breasts, "You feel so good Hanna."

Hanna couldn't respond properly as she let out a series of small, staggered noises, her eyes scrunched shut with pleasure, "I, I need to be closer to you, I need to kiss you."

Without hesitation he lifted her off of the countertop, keeping himself inside her and turning to push her back up against the fridge, all the while holding her up as her legs gripped his hips like a vice. His movements were hard and fast and deep, and he kissed her with so much passion she thought that she might forget how to breathe. Caleb's hands ran down Hanna's slim arms before pinning them up above her head so that he could move into her even faster, her soft whimpers filling the room.

"Caleb," She meant to speak, but it almost came out as a moan, "Don't stop."

Their bodies couldn't be pressed any closer together as he began to feel her spasm around him, sending him over the edge as he emptied himself inside of her. In the midst of a collection of gasps and moans and slow, wet kisses, they both came down from their highs together. Caleb opened his eyes slowly and waited for Hanna to do the same, before they both broke into huge smiles, smiles belonging to two people who were unconditionally and undeniably in love.

She nudged her nose against his, whispering against his lips, "Now it feels like home."