You keep asking for it, so here it is! This chapter is mature so read with caution

ROYAL TOWERS ~ 1 ~ HOLLYWOOD & ORANGE

Hanna strolled out of a coffee shop with a latte in hand and half a dozen shopping bags weighing down her arms. She dropped the bags on a chair and took a seat at a cozy bistro table before pulling out her phone. She checked her phone and noticed a peculiarly high influx of emails.

"What the..." she breathed.

Then she opened her inbox and flipped through them. Duncan had taken the liberty of forwarding all of the replies to the online article about Caleb. Hanna scrolled through them. Most of them were delusional romantics gushing about their impossible love, but occasionally someone commented on Caleb's talents and ability with words, something she realized she missed about him.

She shut the phone off and shoved it in her purse. Then she picked up her bags and balanced her latte in hand as she crossed the street back to her building. She tapped the elevator call button and waited for the doors to open. When they did, she was shocked to find Caleb standing in the car.

"Oh hi," she smiled weakly as she stepped inside and dropped her bags on the ground.

"Going up?" he asked.

She nodded. An awkward silence filled the moving lift as neither made eye contact. Hanna bit her lip and pulled out her cell phone to try and look busy but she was only met with a barrage of emails regarding the article written about Caleb's endless love for her.

Finally Caleb couldn't take the silence anymore. He pressed the stop button on the elevator panel and the car came to a halt. Hanna looked away from her phone and saw Caleb smiling at her.

"What?" she spat at him.

"I miss you," he said. "Ever since, you know, you don't even look at me, much less talk to me. I know things will never be the same but I just wish..."

"Shut up!" she snapped. "I don't want to do this right now."

"If not now, when?" he asked. "Do I need to make an appointment?"

"Stop being smart," she sighed. "Turn it back on."

"Hanna please," he told her, "just listen. If you still hate me, then fine, I'll never talk to you again."

"Okay," she rolled her eyes.

"I just want you to know that nothing happened between Coral and me," he explained. "She ambushed me..."

"I know," Hanna cut him off. "She told me everything. That's not the issue at hand."

"Then what is it?" he pleaded. "Not talking to you is driving me insane."

"That's exactly it," she told him. "You don't talk to me. You have been dishonest with me since day one."

"Is this about Jenna?" he scoffed. "Han, that was ages ago and I thought we were over that. Besides, I remember you keeping some important stuff from me."

"I did," she said solemnly. "I lied to you and to everyone but I came clean to you about A and Mona. We agreed to tell each other everything but you ruined that when you went to Ravenswood and cut me out of your life. You lied to me about the curse, about Miranda. All of it! And I don't think I can ever trust you again."

She slammed the button to get the car back in motion. Then she grabbed ahold of the railing to steady herself. Caleb sighed losing faith as they arrived at their floor.

"Han," he inched toward her, "I'm so sorry. It kills me that I hurt you but you have to know that I still love you. I'll always love you."

Her lip quivered. This was exactly what she had always been waiting for. She needed Caleb to tell her that he would move the earth and the sun and moon for her. His eyes looked at her longingly and she melted. This was the moment she had dreamt about.

Caleb snaked a hand around her waist and his lips came crashing down on hers. He pressed her against the stainless steel walls and traced every inch of her mouth with his tongue. She dropped the bags she was carrying and slid her fingers underneath his t-shirt. The elevator doors opened but neither bothered to acknowledge their stop until they heard the sound of a man clearing his throat.

"Shit," Hanna detangled herself from Caleb and moved her hair to the side.

Caleb chuckled and grabbed her bags before following her into the hallway. The man stepped into the elevator and the doors closed behind him. Hanna burst into a fit of laughter and she clutched the wall in an effort to regain her composure.

"Sorry," she said finally standing up. Then she looked around. "Caleb, this isn't our floor."

"Come on," he grabbed her bags, "we'll take the stairs."

They bolted for the stairwell and Caleb followed her up three flights, stealing kisses all the way up. They arrived at the correct floor and stumbled into the hallway. Hanna pulled out her key and let them into her studio. They dropped their things on the floor and Caleb pressed her agains the door, closing it behind them.

His hands roamed her body once more and she smiled as their lips met again. Caleb's fingers slid slowly down her thigh and then disappeared under her dress. She held her breath as he slid her bottoms out of the way and slowly kissed his way down her chest until he was kneeling at her feet.

"Holy shit," she laughed as he hiked up her dress and helped her step out of the lacy black thong.

Caleb's mouth connected with the skin below her belly button eliciting a moan from her lips. She dug her hands in his hair, guiding him as her heart beat faster and faster until he felt her legs give out and she slid slowly down the wall.

"I love it," he whispered in her ear, "when you make that sound."

"It's your turn," she readjusted her dress and walked him toward the bed.

Hanna pushed him gently onto the bed and straddled his chest, her legs landing on either side of him. She pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside before covering his chest in kisses while she tugged at his belt. Caleb kicked off his jeans and Hanna adjusted herself to let him enter her.

"Fuck, Hanna.." he panted.

"Just wait," she smirked tracing the sensitive scar where his spleen had once resided.

Caleb winced slightly and then moved her hand aside. She kissed the pink scar tissue draping her hair across his chest. Caleb smiled and tugged at the zipper on her dress. Hanna slipped it off over her head and flung it aside. Caleb's mouth fell open as he took in the sight of her pink flesh. The image made his heart race and he slid his hands across her taught stomach, resting them beside her supple breasts.

Hanna opened her eyes and looked to see Caleb sleeping soundly next to her. Trying not to wake him, she leaned across the bed and grabbed his black button down. She wrapped it around herself and tiptoed toward the fridge. As silently as she could, she opened it and leaned over to examine the contents.

Then she heard footsteps behind her and felt a pair of hands slide across her stomach. She smiled and leaned her head against Caleb's shoulders. He caressed her exposed abdomen igniting a flurry of butterflies in her stomach.

"I was thinking," he whispered in her ear, "I might take a shower. Could I borrow a towel?"

"They're in the linen closet," she turned around and pointed at it.

"Or you could show me," he winked.

Hanna smirked. Just like old times.