Sorry I haven't updated this in so long – I've been a lil bit busy with my other fic 'Strings Attached', so it's taken me even longer than usual to get around to it! As I've said before: if you have any ideas/requests for this series of oneshots, you're more than welcome to leave your ideas in a review, and I'll try and get around to doing them all. A lot of people have asked me to write about Ashley visiting Hanna and Caleb, so here ya go. Without further ado, enjoy!

P.S. Thank you for this idea Emmy.

P.P.S. Happy very late birthday Bengy.

Hot and Bothered

Hanna had never liked Mondays; they'd always been her least favourite day of the week, and that certainly didn't change when she moved to New York. She had classes with an awful professor at college, Caleb finished work two hours later than usual, and she was always tired because she could never quite get to sleep on time on Sundays. But this Monday in particular was turning out to be just a little more stressful than she could handle.

Her Mom was coming to stay for two days, and as much as she loved her, the timing couldn't have been any more inappropriate. It wasn't like Hanna had a choice in the matter – Ashley had called her early that morning with the news that she was already on her way. She'd originally planned to visit that weekend, but had unexpectedly been given two days off of work due to renovations at the office and couldn't help but jump at the opportunity to take a surprise trip to Tribeca.

"Can't you come back here in your lunch break and clean the kitchen?" Hanna shouted to Caleb from her position at her dressing table.

"No," Came Caleb's reply from the small bathroom adjoining to their bedroom, "I won't have time to eat and clean, can't you?"

"Caleb!" Sighed Hanna, exasperated. She swivelled on her stool so that she was facing the closed bathroom door, "Open up, I need to talk to you." Her stress levels were at their maximum, and she didn't know if she could handle having to clean another room in the apartment whilst simultaneously tackling her college work and thinking about what she was going to cook for dinner that evening.

Five seconds later, the door crept open and Hanna was greeted by the sight of a shirtless Caleb, standing in his underwear with very messy bed hair. She almost smiled. Almost. "Yes?" He enquired, quirking an eyebrow.

Hanna was now doing her best puppy-dog eyes - they almost always worked on him. "I just cleaned the rest of the apartment and I really need my lunch break to finish a paper that's due tomorrow. Please do it for me?"

Blowing a huff of air through his cheeks, Caleb moved into the bedroom, "Han, your mom won't care about-"

"Please?"

He couldn't resist those big blue eyes and her pouting lips any longer. "Fine."

Hanna clapped her hands triumphantly, before standing up with a huge grin plastered across her face. Walking towards Caleb, she reached her hands up to cup his cheeks, and planted a sloppy kiss on his mouth once she was close enough to do so. "Thank you," She smiled against his lips, her nose nuzzling his. "I just want this visit to be perfect. It's the first time that my mom's seen us living together, seen our place, and I want her to know that this was the best decision I ever made."

She felt him smile back, "Hmm, I would only sacrifice my food for you." He pecked her lips once more, before removing his hands from their position on Hanna's waist and returning to the ensuite. "What time is she getting here anyway?" He asked, attempting to smooth out his ruffled hair with his fingers.

"She said she'd be here by four," Hanna replied simply, before pressing her lips together to even out the bright red shade of lipstick that she'd just applied, "But I know my mom and she's always early."

"It's gonna be fine," Caleb tried to reassure her, "I'll come home in my break and make sure everything's ready, you just get your paper done and come back after your last class to meet your mom. I finish at five today so I'll be back in plenty of time for dinner."

By this time Hanna had made her way into the bathroom, and stood behind Caleb with her hands around his waist. "Thank you," She mumbled against his skin as she pressed a soft kiss against his back, "I love you."

"Love you too," Caleb replied, smiling wide as she stood on her tiptoes to prop her head up on his shoulder and he looked at their reflection in the bathroom mirror. He would never get bored of the image of Hanna and himself together.

The first thing that Ashley did when the door of apartment forty-two was opened to her, was pull her daughter into what could only be described as bear hug.

"I've missed you so much my baby girl," She pulled away from the embrace slightly, holding Hanna's face between her hands, "You look so grown-up."

Hanna rolled her eyes as she pulled her mom's palms away from her cheeks, though she couldn't help the smile that crept upon her face at hearing those words. "Mom, I skype you like everyday, I look exactly the same as I did two nights ago."

Ashley rolled her eyes right back at her daughter as she pulled her suitcase into the apartment, closing the door behind her. "I know, but I haven't seen you in person for months Hanna. And I certainly haven't seen this place before, it's so…"

"Small?" Hanna smirked.

"I was going to say homey," Ashley retorted, shaking her head.

Hanna raised her eyebrows, "Which basically means small."

Ignoring her daughter's comment, Ashley made her way over to the cushion-adorned couch on one side of the room, and situated herself right in the middle. "So how are you and Caleb doing?" She asked enthusiastically.

"Amazing," Hanna answered truthfully, "Honestly mom, I've never been happier. Living here, being with Caleb, it's more than I could ever ask for."

"I'm glad," Ashley smiled warmly; Hanna knew that her mom had always had a soft spot for her boyfriend. "So when's he coming home?" Ashley continued, practically beaming up at her daughter, "I haven't even seen him on that, uh, that sky thing for a while."

"You mean skype?" Hanna laughed, "He'll be home by-"

She was interrupted when the door unexpectedly flew open, and a slightly dishevelled looking Caleb made his way into the apartment, two grocery store bags in his hands.

"Now, apparently," Hanna finished, a little bemused by the early appearance of her boyfriend.

Before she could question his presence, her mom had pushed herself up and off of the couch and was making her way towards Caleb. "Speak of the devil," She smiled, pulling him into a hug, "It's good to see you Caleb."

"Good to see you too Ashley," He smiled, pulling back from the hug to close the door behind him. "Why do you look mad?" He asked Hanna, walking into the kitchen and putting the grocery bags down onto the counter.

"I'm not mad," Hanna qualified, "I'm just confused. Why are you home early?"

"Because I finished the work that I was assigned to do early, so that I could clock out at four and run to the store to buy food," He emptied the bags onto the countertop to reveal everything that Hanna had written on her shopping list for that afternoon. "Now you don't have to stress about it anymore."

"Talk about essence of best boyfriend," Hanna smiled, clearly impressed as she walked up to meet Caleb in the kitchen, "Thank you." She stroked his cheek gently and gave him a peck on the lips, which soon turned into a lingering kiss.

"Excuse me?" Ashley coughed, prompting Hanna and Caleb to pull away from their brief embrace, "I know you're both adults now and you're living alone, but please keep the PDA levels to a minimum when you're around me. I'm still your mother, Hanna."

Caleb simply let out a chuckle and nodded in understanding, whilst Hanna grabbed a handful of groceries and shoved them into the fridge, rolling her eyes as she mumbled, "Prude."

"What was that?" Ashley questioned, raising her eyebrows.

Hanna peeked her head around the side of the fridge door, "Nothing," She chirped, "Love you."

Caleb looked to Ashley with pursed lips and wide eyes, and received a 'you know I'm being serious' glare in return.

"That was amazing Han," Caleb enthused, wiping his mouth on his paper serviette as he swallowed his last bite of lasagne, "You need to teach me how to make it."

"Oh please," Hanna laughed, "We all know that I was basically useless and you practically made the whole thing," She admitted, gesturing towards her mom.

"You chopped the tomatoes," Ashley tried.

"And cut my finger."

Her mom squinted in response, "Yeah, maybe leave the cooking to the takeout chefs for a little while longer?"

"Not a problem," Hanna laughed. "So, does anyone wanna help me make up the bed on the couch before we have dessert? I don't think I can eat anything else for at least like, ten minutes."

Caleb stood up and tucked his chair in, reaching over to take both Hanna and Ashley's plates into the kitchen. "I will," He offered, laughing a little at Hanna's comment.

"Uh, about that," Ashley started, as Hanna began removing the empty salad bowl and dirtied cutlery from the table too, "I was thinking that maybe Hanna and I could share the bed and you could have the couch, if that's alright with you Caleb?"

"Of course," He agreed with a warm smile, "That's what I assumed would be happening anyway."

Ashley nodded gratefully and stood up to get the dessert from the fridge. Hanna took the opportunity to pull Caleb aside by his sleeve, causing him to stumble over a chair leg in the process.

"What?" He asked, his face scrunched up in a mixture of curiosity and a little pain.

"We don't even get to share a bed?" Hanna questioned, raising her eyebrows.

Caleb sighed, "Han, your mom should get to sleep in the bed, we can't make our guest sleep on the couch."

"I mean you're right but," She pushed her hand through her hair, "We can't kiss in front of her and now we literally won't get any time away from her until Thursday, so…"

"That's only three days away Han," Caleb laughed shaking his head.

"Three days is a long time!" Hanna shrieked back at him, handing him a bottle of salad dressing and two glasses from the table.

"A long time for what?" Asked Ashley, walking back over to the couple with the cheesecake that Caleb had purchased in hand.

Hanna inhaled deeply, reaching out to take the dessert from her mother. "Celibacy," She grumbled under her breath.

Caleb had to make a concerted effort not to laugh at that one.

"What?" Ashley questioned, unsure if she had heard her daughter correctly.

"Nothing," Caleb interrupted, "She's just talking about waiting for the next episode of her favourite show. 'Real Housewives of Beverly Hills'. Don't ask."

Hanna watched as her mom raised her eyebrows, pursed her lips, and then slowly took her seat as she decided to accept Caleb's answer. She silently thanked the heavens above that she wouldn't have to answer more of her mother's questions on that topic.

"We're just gonna go and set up Caleb's bed and then we'll be back," Hanna informed Ashley, before dragging Caleb away by the arm once more, this time towards the couch in the adjoining living room.

"You keep pinching my arm when you do that," he pouted, rubbing his elbow as they neared their destination, "It hurts."

Hanna rolled her eyes, "Oh stop being such a baby," She snapped, "But seriously, Caleb, we can't even kiss for three days. Three whole days. Let alone anything else."

"Sure we can," He assured her, pecking her lips once before he walked into their bedroom to retrieve a spare blanket and some pillows for his makeshift bed, throwing one of them to Hanna along with a pillow case.

"I mean a real kiss," She whispered, shoving the pillow into the piece of fabric, "I want tongue."

Caleb scoffed as a grin spread across his face, "Did you actually just say the words 'I want tongue'?"

"Is everything ok in here?"

Hanna and Caleb both turned to look at Ashley as she entered the room. "Fine," Hanna assured her, fluffing up the pillow in her hands before laying it on top of the one that Caleb had just prepared. "Just talking about the best way to get a pillowcase on."

"Sounds exciting," Ashley quipped, helping Caleb to pull the blanket over the couch, "Are we ready for dessert now? I've already set the cutlery out on the table."

"Yes, I'm starving," Hanna almost groaned, walking hastily back to the dining table.

This was going to be a long three days.

Hanna had known it from the moment that Ashley arrived – she was right. The next three days passed by achingly slowly. She loved having her mother there, of course, but every few hours she found herself wishing more than ever that she could run up to Caleb and kiss him. Hard.

This withdrawal thing really wasn't good for her.

The three of them were now situated on the couch in Hanna and Caleb's living room – Ashley on one side, Hanna and Caleb snuggled up under a blanket on the other. Caleb's arm had been around her shoulder and her head had been on his chest for the entire duration of the movie that they were watching; Hanna didn't fail to notice the way that her mom looked over every so often, presumably to check that nothing was… happening.

The movement of Caleb's hand on her thigh as he slowly moved it under the blanket made Hanna jump a little at first – the movie was a particularly scary one – but then she relaxed further into his chest as she became accustomed to the feeling of his warm skin against hers. His fingers lightly traced from her knee up to the rim of the flannel shorts that she was wearing, and then back down again before he began repeating his actions over and over. Normally the gesture would be comforting to Hanna, but with the way that she was feeling right now, it was just serving to make her even more agitated.

Apparently she wasn't the only one feeling like that, though, as soon enough Caleb's fingers found their way under the rim of her shorts, and were toying with the delicate lace of her underwear. Hanna could feel his chest moving up and down as his breathing started getting heavier. It was getting to him, too.

"Caleb, my mom," She whispered into his ear, tilting her head up slightly in order to do so, "We can't. She's right here."

She couldn't help but bury her nose into his neck instead of resting her head back on his chest where it was before. She pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his skin as he turned to press one against her hair line. And she almost couldn't help it when her hand snaked under the bottom of his shirt to stroke the warm expanse of his torso.

Caleb swore he heard her mumble a few choice curse words against his neck.

He tried not to outwardly groan.

"Well now that's over, I'm gonna go and get an early night. Don't want to miss my flight in the morning."

Hanna's head shot round as her mom's voice broke through the hum of the movie credits, snapping her out of her little reverie. "Yeah sure, uh, I'll be come to bed in a little bit," She nodded, automatically withdrawing her hand from under Caleb's shirt as he withdrew his from under her shorts.

"Why don't you come now?" Ashley suggested, "If you're driving me to the airport before you go to college then you'll need to be up early too."

Hanna looked between Caleb's pleading eyes and her mom before sighing. "Yeah, sure," She agreed, waving her hand around in front of her as she stood up and stretched her legs out. "I'll uh, see you in the morning," She mumbled to Caleb with a sad smile.

"See you in the morning," He nodded back, clearly just as frustrated as she was.

Hanna followed her mom into the bedroom, closing the door behind them before Ashley went into the adjoining bathroom to get ready for bed. Once she and her mom were both in their pyjamas, they started doing some last minute packing, but were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Yeah?" Hanna enquired, her voice slightly raised.

The door opened a little and Caleb peeked his head around it, "Can I use the bathroom quickly?"

"All yours," Hanna offered, gesturing her hand towards the door.

Caleb smiled back gratefully, and within five minutes he had departed from the room with a brief 'goodnight' and 'see you tomorrow'. Hanna climbed under the covers of her double bed next to her mom, who already looked like she was well on her way to being asleep. Turning over onto her side, she tried to suppress a sigh and closed her eyes. The last few days with her mom had been wonderful, but the thought of being able to share a bed with Caleb again the next night was making her more excited than she'd been for anything in a long time.

After half an hour of trying to fall asleep and failing miserably, half an hour of thoughts filled with nothing but Caleb – usually a naked Caleb at that – Hanna decided that this wasn't going to work. She needed to see him now.

Peeling the covers off of her body and carefully pushing herself up and out of the bed, Hanna tiptoed out of the bedroom and closed the door behind her. "Caleb?" She whispered, making sure not to wake her mom up.

Caleb's head shot straight up from his pillow at the sound of her voice. "Hey," He spoke hoarsely as a warm smile spread across his face. At the sight of the miserable pout that his girlfriend's lips had formed, he lifted the side of the blanket that was covering him and nodded towards the space on the couch beside him.

Hanna smiled – he knew exactly what she wanted.

She walked straight over to the sofa and slid under the fleecy material next to Caleb, immediately wrapping her arms around his torso as he did the same to her. "I've missed you," She mumbled against his chest, whilst he absentmindedly started running his fingers through her hair.

"I've seen you every single day this week Han," He smiled against her hairline.

"I know," She rolled her eyes, "But I mean-"

"I know what you mean," Caleb confirmed, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he tilted her chin up so that her eyes met his. "Me too."

In that moment, Hanna decided that she couldn't wait any longer. Grabbing Caleb's cheeks between her hands, she brought his lips to hers in a desperate kiss that was hard and wet as soon as it began. Her tongue moved against his unapologetically and her legs intertwined themselves with his too, his arousal already obvious as it pressed against her stomach.

"Han," He managed to get out between kisses, "Your mom is in the next room."

Hanna closed her eyes for a second, panting heavily, "Well then we're just gonna have to be quiet."

That was good enough for Caleb; he smashed his lips back against hers and pushed his hands up underneath her shirt to find that she wasn't wearing a bra. He groaned into her mouth as he twisted and pulled at her nipples, drawing a desperate sigh from her lips. Their shirts were thrown off in a flurry of hands and desperate attempts to continue kissing, bottoms shuffled down and forgotten about as Hanna reached out to grab Caleb through the fabric of his boxers.

"Han," He hissed against her lips, "Please."

Hanna needed no convincing as she freed him of his boxers, and began stroking him up and down whilst he took on the task of hurriedly dragging her underwear down her toned legs. He reached out and slowly dragged his fingers across the length of her slit, making her arch up into his hand as a means of silently begging him for more. It worked, and he slowly entered one finger into her warmth, slowly pumping it in and out and she continued her ministrations on him.

When he knew that he couldn't take any more, Caleb pulled his hand away from Hanna and placed it on top of hers, effectively stopping her movements. She immediately knew what he wanted, and climbed on top of him before positioning herself over his body and sinking down onto him.

Both had to try harder than ever before to suppress their groans of relief in that moment – frantic kisses seemed like the only option if they didn't want Ashley to hear them. Their lips pushed and pulled on each others as Hanna ground down onto Caleb, not holding back one bit. She'd really missed this. He reached forward with one hand to play with her breasts as she rode him, causing Hanna to clench around him and making his hips buck up in return.

"Mmmmmmph," She moaned into his shoulder after tearing her lips away from his; Caleb could tell that she was getting close and he was glad, because with the noises that Hanna was making and the way that she felt around him, he wasn't sure how much longer he could last.

His question was answered when he felt the tell-tale signs of Hanna going over the edge, and had to bring his lips back to hers to cover up her loud moans as she clenched around him over and over again. After a few seconds he felt himself lose control too, and was thankful for the fact that their sloppy kisses seemed to be doing a good job at covering up their noises of contentment.

When Hanna's arms couldn't hold her up for any longer, she collapsed down onto Caleb's chest in a heap, both of them breathing heavily and running their hands up and down each others arms.

"I'm sorry, I really couldn't wait," She mumbled against his chest, struggling to get her words out as he pulled himself out from her.

Caleb chuckled as he nuzzled his nose into her hair, "I'm not sorry at all."

An update actually finally happened, yaaaaaay. As always, reviews are very much appreciated!