So, a few people asked me to elaborate on how big of a 'biter' Emily is, and I am more than happy to oblige. Remember, this will not have any smut in it, just some heated stuff ;). Enjoy.

~HANNILY~

Emily absolutely loved the way Hanna's skin tasted. It was an addictive drug to her. She constantly found herself finding a way to get close enough to Hanna to attach her mouth to some part of Hanna's body. Whether it be her neck, cheek, jaw, collarbone, or anything else she could reach.

Hanna found this to be an extreme turn on. She had found out about Emily's obsession after the one year mark of their relationship. The first year, Hanna and Emily stuck to holding hands, sitting on laps, subtle kisses in public, and private make out sessions. Once they hit their one year, they became much, much more comfortable with each other. They constantly eyed each other hungrily and behind closed doors, they went at it like jack rabbits on speed.

The first time Emily bit Hanna was the day after they had celebrated their anniversary. They were sitting in Emily's bedroom, watching The Notebook for the millionth time together, when Emily leaned over and started placing light kisses on the blonde's cheek, jaw, and neck. Hanna had moaned gutturally, and that egged Emily on. She found the blonde's pulse point and rotated between kissing and sucking on the skin there. Hanna's moans filled the room and Emily couldn't help herself. The sweet taste of her girlfriend's skin was like the best candy she had ever had. When Hanna's hands made their way into Emily's hair and pulled hard on the raven colored locks, Emily couldn't help but to bite down on the flesh between her lips.

The sound Hanna made when Emily's teeth dragged against her skin, made Emily want to explode with pleasure. It was the sweetest, sexiest, most amazing sound she had ever heard, and she wanted to hear in again. For the next hour or so, Emily slid her mouth all across Hanna's neck and collar bone area, sucking, nipping, and biting the creamy skin that was under it. Hanna encouraged her greatly, loving the feeling of being bitten.

When Hanna's mom called and said that it was time for her to head home, Emily's face wore a huge grin.

"What?" Hanna asked as Emily's eyes raked over her and her grin grew larger. Emily didn't reply, she just pulled Hanna over to her full body mirror near her closet. When Hanna caught a glimpse of herself, she gasped.

"Em!"

All along Hanna's upper chest and neck area were dark blue and purple teeth marks. Her pulse point had a large hickey there, displayed proudly. Emily's smirked way displayed even prouder.

"Em, what the hell am I going to do?" Hanna asked. She knew her mom was going to have a bitch fit, and it was going to be nearly impossible to cover for school the next day.

"Nothing. Wear them proudly."

"Em, we're only sophomores. I don't really think the upperclassmen are going to be nice about me sporting hickies all over."

Emily shrugged. "Who cares what people say? You're mine, and I'm showing you off to the word."

Hanna smirked. "Possessive much?" Emily didn't reply, she just smirked back.

By the time senior year came around, people were used to seeing Hanna sporting a huge mark somewhere on her body, even though Emily tried her best to place them in places that were hidden. It was just so damn hard.

"Emily that bite mark is huge! I thought I asked you to not make those to noticeable." Ashley jokingly scolded as Emily and Hanna sat at her kitchen table doing homework.

Hanna looked at her mother and playfully rolled her eyes. "She has no self-control."

Emily scoffed. "I so do!"

"I really don't mind." Hanna shrugged, going backed to 'doing' her homework. (Really she was just writing out 'Mrs. Hanna Fields' over and over again in different handwritings to see which one stuck.)

"I do. People question my sanity for allowing my seventeen year old daughter be sexually active with my knowledge."

"Mom, Em and I have been sexually active for like 2 and a half years. And only with each other." Hanna sparred a glance at Emily, who was blushing deeply. "Who cares what people think?"

Ashley sighed. "I guess you're right, but please, no more bite marks."

"No promises." Hanna smirked.