I guess it's a bit late to say this now, but very belated happy New Year! I hope you all had a lovely Christmas/New Year, whatever you did and whoever you spent them with. Also, happy PLL-comes-back-after-hiatus month! I loooooved 6x11, aside from how sad the Haleb scene was and some stuff involving a certain possible future/past couple/fling/thing that I'm sure you're all aware of by now (ew), and 6x12 just made me cry. Thank you so much for the reviews on the last chapter, they always mean a lot! I'm sorry for taking so long to update, I had two exams and a bunch of other stuff to do, but they're over now so I should be back on track with writing. This oneshot is really really fluffy and doesn't have much of a plot, but those are sometimes my favourite kind of Haleb stories to read, so I hope you all like it too. Enjoy!

I Hear Thunder

Hanna threw herself onto the left side of the bed with a soft thud.

"Oh my God," She exhaled happily, turning to face Caleb with a lazy grin spread across her face.

Sprawled out on the opposite side of their king size bed, Caleb turned his head in his hands so that his gaze met Hanna's, returning her ever-growing smile.

It was currently three o'clock on a Saturday afternoon, and they'd been in bed doing anything but sleeping since waking up later much than planned. Hanna liked to call occurrences like these their 'naked days'.

Caleb's slightly sweaty chest rose up and down as he tried to regain his breath, Hanna shuffling back towards him on top of the covers and draping one arm over his torso. His arm wrapped around her neck as he cupped her head in his hand and brought it towards him, pressing a kiss to her hair, "I love you so much."

Hanna's eyes fluttered closed as her head came back down to rest on his chest, her legs winding their way between his until they were completely intertwined.

"I love you too," She looked up from her position on his middle to make eye contact with him, "Even more than you love me, probably."

Shaking his head, Caleb let out a slight chuckle at Hanna's attempt to suppress her smile, "I highly doubt that."

Before she could respond, his face was tilted downwards and his soft lips were on her neck, still sticky from their steamy session that had ended not even ten minutes ago.

Hanna's head lulled to the other side, her hand coming up to stroke his jaw as he continued his ministrations, "Mmmmm, what are you doing?"

"Kissing my girlfriend's neck."

His reply was a deep, hoarse mumble against her skin, and she felt it vibrate right through her body.

With no obvious objection from Hanna, Caleb's sweet, innocent kisses quickly turned into sucking and, every once in a while, a gentle bite that caused Hanna's toes to curl beneath the covers. Drawn-out, contented sighs filled the room as her small hands wandered down his well-defined torso, coming to a stop just below his navel, where she slowly dragged her nails across the expanse of his tanned skin.

"Why, do you want me to stop?"

Hanna's eyebrows furrowed, her eyes still closed and her lips parted, "What?"

Caleb chuckled as his nose nuzzled her collar bone, "I said, do you want me to stop doing," He pressed a big, wet kiss just under her jaw, "This."

Hanna cleared her throat, "Hell no."

Her hand snaked its way around his waist, pulling him down to her so his naked body was hovering over hers. They could each feel the other's breathing against their lips, and the warmth radiating off their skin. Hanna's eyes opened slowly and she held her bottom lip between her teeth, looking up at Caleb through heavy eyelids as his lips moved closer and closer to hers.

"We should really get up now."

The groan that came from Caleb was definitely audible, "But we're doing nothing all day!"

Hanna smirked, "That's not necessarily true."

Caleb pulled back from her slightly, resting on his forearm, "No?"

"No," She confirmed, barely above a whisper, "What if I wanna do you all day?"

His body was back on hers before she could even register it, his words a warm breath up against her ear, "Not a problem."

A giggle escaped her lips as his mouth found it's way back to her neck, his fingers skimming her sides as he slowly moved down her body. By the time he'd reached her navel, he swore he could hear her whimpering, and took no time in brining one finger up to run between her already wet slit.

Hanna took a sharp intake of breath, "Shit."

One finger turned to two as Caleb started to rub up and down, circling around her clit before dipping into her and then straight back out again. He was seriously turned on by how wet she was already, and Hanna could feel his arousal pushing up against her leg.

As he began to pump his fingers in and out of her, Caleb brought his body back over Hanna's so that his mouth could reach hers again, and she happily greeted him with the movement of her tongue against his bottom lip. The kiss soon turned hot and deep, moans and whimpers being sent across the room as Hanna felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

When Caleb stopped his ministrations on her for half a second to move his hand slightly, Hanna took the opportunity to flip them over so that she was on top of him, her legs straddling his waist and her hands on his chest.

He reached for her thighs and slowly rubbed them up and down as he looked up to meet her gaze, "Can't complain about the view."

Hanna let out a little laugh, and slapped his chest playfully with her hand. The same hand then made its way to her torso, where it stroked the smooth, bare skin of her stomach before coming up to cup her right breast, twisting her nipple between her fingers as she once again bit her bottom lip between her teeth. She knew Caleb loved it when she did that.

By this point, Caleb thought he was going to explode, watching his girlfriend touch herself like that. He couldn't help himself when he began rocking against her, rubbing their centres together and creating an almost unbearable friction.

Hanna's eyes were closed and her fists were now clenched at her sides, her eyes scrunched shut with concentration as she managed to breath out a few desperate words, "Do we have, a, um, a…"

Caleb immediately knew what she meant, and reached into the dresser next to their bed to grab a condom, ripping the packet open hurriedly and handing it to her. He groaned as Hanna rolled it onto him in one smooth motion, pumping him up and down a few times before she moved herself over him and pushed down. The sight of himself moving slowly into Hanna was enough to make Caleb throw his head back into the pillow, his long, deep sigh merging with his girlfriend's high-pitched whimper.

With her hands on his chest, Hanna began moving up and down as she rolled her hips into him, immediately beginning to increase the depth but still going fairly slowly. Caleb's hands made their way up to her breasts, where they took over the job that her hand had abandoned earlier, cupping the soft flesh and twisting her nipples gently before moving back down to hold her sides. They were both looking into each other's eyes, and the moment felt so passionate, but sweet, and like they were so in love that they might actually have been able to stay like that forever.

"Han, you feel so amazing," Caleb whispered hoarsely, between grunts.

Hanna brought her hands up to rest on top of his on her hips, stroking his fingers with her thumb, "I love you," gasp, "So damn much."

As soon as the words were said, she began to speed her motions up, almost slamming herself down onto him as she felt the pressure begin to build inside of her. Caleb could feel her tensing slightly, so he brought his hand down to play with her clit and moved the other up to attend to her breasts, which by now were bouncing up and down with every thrust.

"Caleb, I, I'm, I…" Hanna tried desperately to get her words out, but failed miserably.

"I know baby, me too, I," Caleb was interrupted as he felt himself let go, shortly followed by Hanna tightening around him as she threw her head back and arched her body, her moans coming out as short stutters.

After they had both come down from their highs, Hanna pulled herself off of Caleb and her body fell forwards onto his, her head resting on his chest and her hands playing with the hair at the back of his neck as they both tried to regain their breath. Caleb's hands moved around to soothe Hanna's back, and they lay there in silence for a minute, each listening to the sound of each other breathing in and out. He pressed a firm kiss against the top of her head and smiled into it, nudging his nose into her hair so that the scent of her comfortingly familiar, sweet shampoo was all he could smell.

"Wanna stay like this for the whole day?" Caleb asked, barely above a whisper, his lips still pressed against her head.

"Mmm," She began, propping herself up with her arms on his chest as she gave him a gentle peck on the lips, "It's 3pm, I think we should get out of bed now."

Her hand ran across his jawline as she took in his disappointed expression and let out a chuckle, slapping his chest lightly as she swung her legs around and pushed herself off of him, "Come on."

In a very good mood after their morning 'activities', Hanna practically skipped across their bedroom to Caleb's wardrobe, pulling out a red and black checked shirt of his and throwing it over her head. She turned back to Caleb, who was now sitting up against the headboard, and held out her hand to him.

With a sigh, he stood up and wandered over to her, ignoring her outstretched hand as he curled his arms around her waist and walked her backwards until she was up against the wall.

Hanna grinned as her eyes met his, "Um, what are we doing?"

By this time, his hands had already found their way under her, his shirt, and were tickling the soft skin at her sides as they threatened to move higher.

"You know how sexy it is when you wear my shirts," He reasoned, "Especially with no underwear."

The word underwear was accompanied by a swipe of his thumb under her breast, which managed to elicit a gentle sigh from Hanna, though she tried to hide the fact that she was getting seriously turned on again. She showed no signs of objecting when Caleb bunched the shirt up and brought it back over her head, leaving her standing naked against the wall, her chest moving up and down as she tried to control her breathing.

Just as Hanna was about to pull him towards her, Caleb ducked down and reached for his shirt on the floor, smiling victoriously as he pulled it over his head and smoothed it down with the back of his hand.

"Sorry, kinda wanted to wear this shirt today."

Hanna's arms folded across her chest and she stuck her bottom lip out in a kind of mock sulk, furrowing her brow as Caleb chuckled at her apparent misery. It didn't last long though, as a sly smirk made its way across her face and she turned away, making her way back towards the wardrobe. She threw another one of his shirts over her head, a noise of triumph escaping her mouth as she flipped her hair and strolled out of their room, leaving Caleb to stand alone as he shook his head amusedly.

Yeah, she'd decided that his back was probably her favourite thing in the world. It looked so strong, and tan, and oh… wait. He'd turned around, and his face was definitely her favourite thing.

"What are you looking at?"

Hanna broke out of her Caleb-fuelled daze to see him staring back at her from where he was making their lunch in the kitchen, a look of confusion on his face. She had her chin propped up on her hand, her arm resting on the back of the couch as she admired him, and she was pretty sure that she might actually be drooling a little bit.

She cleared her throat, "Nothing."

He raised his eyebrows at her in disbelief.

"You just have a hot back, that's all."

Satisfied with her answer, he turned back around with a quick smile and a nod of approval to continue making his sandwich. As he finished, a huge roll of thunder rumbled through the apartment, making him jump slightly and drop the knife that he was holding onto the floor. He turned to look at Hanna, who had instinctively ducked down into the couch cushion with her hands over her ears.

"You ok?" Caleb asked from where he stood, genuinely concerned. He knew that Hanna had never liked thunder - she wasn't scared of many things, but she definitely had an Achilles heel when it came to dealing with storms.

Hanna poked her head up and nodded furiously, "Yeah," She insisted, "Of course I am."

Another roll of thunder, this time accompanied by a huge flash of lightning, made its way across the sky, and there was no mistaking the squeak that flew from Hanna's mouth as she buried her face in her hands. Caleb let out a sad sigh as he abandoned his food and walked over to where she was half sitting, half cowering into the couch. He pulled her hands away from her face to look at her as he sat down, and didn't even need to ask her if she was ok when he saw the tears gathering at the corner of her eyes.

"Come here."

His voice was gentle and soothing, and he wrapped his arm around her back as she huddled into his chest, gripping his jumper with both hands. He pressed gentle kisses to her hair as he stroked her bare legs up and down until he could feel her breathing start to even out a little, but it didn't last for long as another roar of thunder vibrated through the building. Hanna flinched and her hands gripped him tighter – she really, really hated this.

"Hey baby, it's okay," Caleb soothed, hugging her even closer.

"I know," Came Hanna's muffled reply from against his chest, "I don't know why I'm scared."

Caleb chuckled a little and pressed another kiss to her hair, his hand moving from around her body to play with her soft, blonde curls. They stayed like that for a good ten minutes, during which there was no sign of thunder or lightning, and Caleb was pretty sure that the storm was coming to a close.

"Hey," He started, lifting her chin so that he could see her properly, "I think it's over now."

Her cheeks looked a little red and her hair was messed up, covering most of her face. Caleb stroked a few strands away from her eyes gently, and saw that they were still squeezed firmly shut.

He moved his lips down to her ear, "I promise."

Hanna's eyes relaxed, but she didn't move or release her grip on Caleb. She said absolutely nothing, until a quiet whisper escaped her mouth after a few minutes of silence, "Promise you won't tell anyone I'm scared of thunder."

Caleb smiled to himself at that, "Who would I tell?"

"The girls," Hanna slowly opened her eyes as she spoke, "And you especially can't tell Spencer, she'd never let it go."

Leaning down, Caleb nudged his nose against hers as they both broke out in grins.

"Plus, she'd try to explain the science of it to me, and I am so not up for that," She added, accompanying her statement with an eye roll.

Her eyes met his as he looked down on her with a hint of sadness, and she could tell that he wanted her to say more.

"I don't want them to think I'm all weak and stuff."

Caleb's arm wrapped it's way back around her waist, "Han, nobody thinks you're weak," His voice was so genuine that she couldn't even argue with him, "And I promise, I won't tell anyone."

Hanna reached up to give him a quick kiss as she smiled against his lips, "Good," Her smile grew a little, "Then I won't tell anyone that you're scared of spiders."

Caleb's expression turned serious all of a sudden, "I am not scared of spiders!"

Hanna giggled as she raised an eyebrow at him – she could've sworn that she'd had to kill at least two for him since they'd moved to New York together.

"Hmm, sure," She mocked, "Whatever you say."

Outside, the rain began drumming harder against the window as the sound of the harsh winds whistled through the air. Hanna's smile disappeared and she looked down at her lap, fiddling with her hands.

"It's gonna start thundering again, isn't it?" Her voice sounded so tiny and sad, and Caleb hated it. He took her small hand in his, pulling her up so that they were standing opposite each other.

"Nope, come on," He demanded, "Let's do something to get your mind off of the thunder."

He stood thinking for a second before his eyes lit up and he started to smile, "How about we order some pizza?"

Hanna's face lit up immediately, "Can we have wine too?"

"Excellent idea."

Two hours later and Hanna and Caleb's pizzas had been demolished, the only proof of their previous existence being the boxes strewn across the living room floor. They were currently making their way through their second, or maybe third bottle of red wine – they didn't mean to, it just sort of… happened.

"Do it again, do it again!" Hanna demanded giddily, as she sat cross legged on the couch opposite Caleb.

He was in the same cross legged position as her, but with a bowl of salted popcorn balanced on top of his legs, and he was currently performing his 'party trick' of clapping his hands and making the popcorn fly up into his mouth. A delighted laugh flew out of Hanna's mouth as she applauded him – everything was so much more impressive to her when she was this tipsy.

"You are a genius," She insisted, nodding with her eyes closed.

Caleb was nodding too, his smile almost as big as hers, "Yep, I am the most genius of all of the geniuses."

Beep beep. Beep beep.

Hanna's phone began to ring on the coffee table to the side of them, and she sighed dramatically as she reached out to answer the call, putting it on speaker so that Caleb could hear too.

"Helloooooooooo?" She spoke down at the phone, her voice a lot more high-pitched than usual.

Spencer's reply wasn't quite as chirpy, though she still sounded like she was in a good mood, "Hey!"

"Spenceeeeeey!" Hanna's smile turned into a huge grin as she turned to Caleb to whisper to him, "Good job she didn't call during the thunder!"

They both sat there giggling until Spencer's voice interrupted them, "Hanna, are you drunk?"

"Pfft," She began, before realising that Spencer was probably, definitely right, "Well, only a bit!"

"Are you drunk alone?" Spencer asked, amusement and just a little concern evident in her voice.

Hanna lightly slapped Caleb's arm to encourage him to speak up, "No, I'm here, hi," He turned to Hanna, raising his eyebrows, "Spencey."

A chuckle came from the other end of the line, "Caleb, are you drunk too?"

Hanna and Caleb spoke in unison this time, "Noooooooooooo."

Spencer sighed, "I'm gonna call you back tomorrow Han," She paused, "Caleb, put the alcohol away and don't let her drink any more of it."

A chorus of loud goodbyes echoed their way down the phone as the couple clearly ignored their friend's advice, before Hanna pressed the 'end' button and threw her phone across to the other couch, where it landed with a soft thud. She shuffled so that she was closer to Caleb, and then swung one leg over his lap so that she was straddling him.

Her bottom lip stuck out as if she was sulking, "I want more wine."

Caleb reached over to the coffee table, and brought the almost empty bottle into his line of vision, examining it carefully.

"Well," He began, "There's only a tiny bit left, so there's no point in a glass." All of a sudden, his face lit up as if he'd had the most brilliant idea in the world, "I'll just feed you it."

His eyebrows were furrowed as he struggled to get his arm into the right position, his elbow pointing out awkwardly and the bottle almost falling out of his hand several times.

"You're too close, I can't get it to your mouth!"

Hanna was having none of it, "Well, you're just gonna have to try Mr Rivers, because Miss Marin wants her wine."

Caleb was now holding the bottle by the end as it wobbled back and forth, and he quickly pushed it to her lips while he could.

"You know, I think that you should be Mrs Rivers instead of Miss Marin, it sounds nicer."

As Caleb got distracted by what he was saying, the bottle slipped in his hand and the remaining wine dribbled down into Hanna's cleavage as the bottle fell to the floor.

Hanna gasped, "Look what you did!"

"You made me," Caleb's grin was huge, and he clearly didn't care at all.

Obviously, Hanna didn't either, as she looked down at herself smiling before tilting her head to the side, "Now I'm gonna have to strip."

Caleb moved his face so that his lips were as close as they could be to hers without them touching, "Would that be such a bad thing?"

Hanna sprang up off of his lap, stumbling slightly and regaining her balance by leaning against the fireplace. She grabbed her phone back from the couch and started scrolling through, much to Caleb's dismay.

"What are you doing?" He probed, a curious frown on his face.

Hanna looked up with a glint in her eyes, "Searching for stripping music," She declared, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Caleb's eyes widened as he turned around and sat against the back of the couch – was she actually about to strip for him? Ten seconds later and loud music, that was most definitely 'stripping music', began blaring out from Hanna's phone. She threw it back onto the couch before strolling into the middle of the room, and undoing the first one of the buttons on her shirt as she wiggled her eyebrows at Caleb. The shirt was all she was wearing, yet she was still getting impatient. Why did this thing have so many buttons?! With a huff, she decided that she wanted it off faster, and proceeded to pull the shirt over her head. A lock of her hair got caught on her button as she did so, and when she tried to throw the shirt to the floor, she went with it.

"Help! Caleb! Emergency!" She whined, her face buried in the carpet.

Caleb rushed up from the couch and fumbled with her hair until she was somehow freed, pulling the shirt back down onto her body.

He lifted her chin with his finger as he cupped her face in his hand, "I think we should stop the stripping now."

Hanna nodded in agreement as Caleb pushed himself up, finding Hanna's phone once again and putting her music on shuffle. 'Thinking out Loud' began to play as he offered her a hand up, snaking his hands around her waist and pulling her into his body. They were swaying back and forth as they leaned into each other with their eyes closed, still completely tipsy. Eventually, they both opened their eyes to look up at one another, giggling and bumping noses and sharing messy, happy kisses as the song came to an end.

We, found, love, right where we are.

They gazed at each other as the lyrics fizzled into nothingness, and they were left standing in silence, accompanied only by the sound of their breathing.

Hanna tightened her grip around Caleb as she pulled him as close as possible, flopping her head down onto his chest, "I'm so happy."

Caleb smiled against her hair, "Me too."

Well, there we go… I got a bit carried away as usual, but I hope it was alright! As always, thank you so so much for reading :)