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Sugar and Spice and...Part 3.2

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A/N: More Hanna/{...} for you guys. Extra loving and sorry for the wait!

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When Hanna's car came back to life, he followed Alex's Subaru to a nearby coffee shop called Donkey, which was anti-Starbucks in every way possible, so it was better than the bookstore's chain appearance and flavor by ten thousand percent. Not to mention, the menu prices were dirt cheap, especially for boasting Fair Trade everything so it was all around pretty sweet. Hanna ordered the first thing that had caramel and a chocolate chip cookie the size of the state of Maine. The girl with the pierced lip and fuchsia dreadlocks even heated it up for him, though Hanna saw that she was checking Alex out the entire time she mixed his drink.

"This is a pretty nice place," Hanna ventured, once he paid for their orders and they ventured off to find a table. It was similar to his dream, though with a hipster, almost earthier feel to it. The furniture was all mismatched with brightly colored cushions and blankets that all smelled like incense and coffee. People sat about eating and chatting or surfing the internet while others propped their feet up on hassocks and sat reading or playing board games, and one guy even had his guitar out, softly strumming while he hummed along with his friends in the corner.

"Have you ever been here before?" Alex asked.

"No. I really don't go out that often because of work…" Hanna admitted, hoping he didn't sound too much like a loser. It was bad enough that the day had gone so downhill and Alex had seen him cry of all things and then spent so much money and could still like him. It just blew Hanna's mind and he kept telling himself to not fuck up, because really, there just wasn't any room for that anymore. He facilitated conversation to not look like any more of a dumbfuck: "Do you come here a lot?"

"Sometimes when I'm on this side of town," was the answer, as Alex led him to a secluded, comfortable booth in the corner of a purple room. It was cozy, to say the least, and so small that Hanna's knees were very much in the way of Alex's, but the rose-colored light from the Chinese lanterns strung from the ceiling provided ample camouflage for Hanna's inevitable blush. He was finally on his first date which was nerve-wracking and scary and amazing all at once, especially because Alex seemed to like him in a genuine, truthful way, and his knees were warm and not moving from Hanna's. The redhead was amazed, because aside from all the bad shit that had happened, maybe tonight would not suck and he'd have a chance

But then, Hanna realized that he couldn't forget all the shit he put Alex through, and slumped down a little in his seat.

"I'm sorry for being such a pain," Hanna said guiltily, picking at the cardboard grip on his coffee.

"You're not a pain," Alex replied, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. Hanna felt his ears burning.

"I still feel really bad about everything…" Hanna said, sitting up a bit more when Alex nudged his knee against his.

"I told you not to worry about it. None of it was your fault anyway," he answered. "Just be glad that your friend was creeping on me, or else I would have really thought you stood me up."

"Wait, what?" Hanna asked.

"Your friend Toni," Alex replied and the way he smiled and tilted his head was just adorable. "She was in Perry's with Veser. I think they were making sure that I was really going to be there and that you weren't going to run away."

"I wouldn't run away…" Hanna said, and then realized that he probably would have when the nerves got to him and made a face. "Well, maybe I would have—but that's beside the point! She was spying."

"She was being a good friend," he offered, but looked a bit skeptical himself.

"Spying in a friendly manner," Hanna amended, and gained some sort of pleasure knowing that he was the one who made Alex's lips quirk upwards slightly at the insinuation. "She probably just wanted to make sure that I didn't wear something ridiculous." Hanna glanced down at his old hoodie and the red uniform peeking out from underneath, which was the epitome of awful. His hair was probably a mess too and working all day, he probably smelled and he certainly did not want to know what he looked like after crying. The best thing on him was Alex's scarf, which he hadn't relinquished even upon coming inside. "Er, well, I guess it's too late for that…"

"If you're ridiculous, then so am I," Alex replied, and unzipped his coat to reveal his orange uniformed shirt and black tie and holygods was that a pinstriped vest of sexiness? Yes, yes it was, and Hanna did not think that it looked bad in the slightest—especially because the top few buttons were undone just like in his dream so it was hurrrrsexy—but the redhead kept that to himself. When Hanna did not say anything to that, Alex just gave a shrug, leaning casually back against the booth and said: "Well, at least we're ridiculous together. It's no fun when you're all alone."

Hanna understood that all too well.

As the evening progressed, Hanna was relieved when he lost some of his nervousness. Of course, Alex was still unfairly hot and nice and spectacular, but Hanna was also able to not stutter and freak out as much as usual, which was pretty great, and when Hanna proposed a game of 20 Questions, he was relieved when Alex agreed. It was a little nerdy, but it was fun, and Hanna even had a little pad of paper to keep tally so that they both got in their questions.

"So where are you from?" Hanna asked to start out.

"Ohio," he replied.

"No, really," Hanna said, and Alex laughed.

"Seriously. I'm from Ohio," Alex said with amusement in his tone. "Born and raised in the Cleveland area up on the lake."

"No way," Hanna said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "You don't have an accent."

"Not everyone does," Alex replied.

"Point taken."

"Where are you from?"

"Here. Well, not Glenwood, but a city just south of Salem called Independence."

"Interesting name."

"But boring place, let me tell you..." Hanna sighed, recalling his restlessness in the area and how much he had wanted to leave that place during his youth. At least he got his chance.

"Same thing with Strongsville. It's only thirty-five minutes away from Cleveland, so you think it wouldn't suck too bad, but it did," he replied.

"Yeah, so that brings me to question two," Hanna said, holding up two fingers for emphasis before continuing: "What brought you to Oregon? I mean, no offense, I guess Ohio sucks too, but Oregon? C'mon!"

"Well, it's nice. I like the mountains," Alex replied. "But I really came out here for school."

"School? Where?" Hanna asked. Alex took the stub of a pencil from his fingers and put another tally on Hanna's side, indicating that he'd used his third question as well.

"The Western Culinary Institute in Portland," he answered and then added—was he a bit nervous when he said this?—"It's a Le Cordon Bleu university.

"Wait, wait," Hanna said, making the hold the phone motion with his hands. "You want to be a chef? As in, you like cooking?" Alex made another tick on the paper, using up Hanna's fourth question. Hanna pouted and he grinned, but was adorably sweet and erased it so that they were back down 3 to 1.

"Yeah," he answered. "I got my first bachelor's in business, which sounded useful at the time, but it's not what I wanted to do."

"So are—" Hanna stopped when he saw Alex about to draw his fourth tally, and instead finished with: "—you going to ask a question?"

"I'm planning on asking two," Alex said, and held up two fingers like Hanna had done previously. Hanna felt a little hot when he recalled what he had dreamed of those fingers doing to him the night prior.

"G-Go for it," Hanna replied.

"Favorite color."

"Blue."

"Favorite movie?"

"Aw, that's not fair. Can I pick the top three?"

Because he pouted again and said that it was impossible to pick from such a large pool of greatness, Alex let him list his top ten, which were mostly action/adventure or thrillers of the older sort, because it was more original back in the day, in Hanna's opinion. The first Godzilla movies were definitely at the top.

"I mean, like the original Godzilla movies, you know, from Japan," Hanna clarified, and when he shifted slightly in his seat, the redhead let his knee rest against Alex's, who did seem to be bothered by it at all, which was awesome and made Hanna's heart just want to burst with hells yes. His first date was actually functioning and not sucking like he'd thought, because Alex hadn't run away yet and Hanna was on his best behavior to seem normal. "Speaking of which, haven't you been there before?"

"Yeah, I just got back a few months ago," he answered, looking a little surprised that Hanna knew. "Who told you?"

"A little birdie," Hanna replied, snatching the pencil to make a tally mark on Alex's side for using his fourth question. "So what were you doing in Japan?"

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you," he said, and Hanna nearly choked on his coffee with laughter.

"I knew you were a secret agent," Hanna replied, once he could breathe again. Alex just grinned. "But really?"

"I went on the JET program, so I was an English language assistant to a high school teacher in Kasugai," he answered honestly.

"That's kind of cool. So do you speak Japanese?"

"Enough to get by."

"That's awesome."

"So have you ever wanted to go abroad?" he asked.

"Well, the furthest I've been out of the US was Canada, but that was on a school field trip, so it doesn't count," Hanna replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "So, yeah, I want to get out of the states sometime."

"If you could go anywhere, where would you go?" he inquired, and it might have been Hanna's imagination, but he could have sworn that Alex was starting up a hesitantly curious game of footsie beneath the table. It was everything in middle school that Hanna had missed out on and it fucking rocked.

"Ireland," Hanna managed to say, focusing more on returning the affection without making it seem too obvious in case Alex was just moving his foot... "You know, it's probably the land of my forefathers and whatnot..."

"Ireland's supposed to be amazing," Alex replied, "and if it's anything like Scotland, I can vouch for that."

"You've been to Scotland?" Hanna asked. His voice rose slightly in questioning, but also due to the ohmygodyes response to his questioning nudge that Alex provided beneath the table. Sweet lord if just the action to his ankle was enough to get Hanna hot and bothered, he wondered if he would be prepared for those hands and lips to do their work...

"One of my uncles lives there, just outside of Stonehaven," Alex replied and Hanna was just about to reply how awesomely international that was when the girl with pink dreadlocks appeared by their table, interrupting the conversation.

"Sorry to bother you guys, but we're closing up the back rooms for the night. The main room and the green room are open for people to stay until we close at three," she said before leaving—though Hanna didn't miss the lingering look that she gave to Alex and it made him insanely jealous—and Hanna wanted to pout, because their impromptu game beneath the table had to be cut short.

"I guess we should go find somewhere else to sit then..." Alex said, and together they gathered their coffee and small pad with pencil to search for another location. In the front area, there were barely any tables open—crammed with people studying or doing other desk work—but most of the furniture was empty in the room with green walls. Hanna had to make a split second decision and not freak out doing it, because, really, it wasn't so hard to take someone's hand and lead them to a nice, secluded corner where there was only a comfy loveseat and a low coffee table...Swallowing, Hanna threw caution to the wind, because the night was going well and Alex was so cool and they had been playing footsie, so that had to mean something, right?

"What about over here?" Hanna suggested, proud when his voice didn't crack and his palm wasn't too sweaty when it clasped onto Alex's hand. And he was even more ecstatic when Alex turned his wrist so that they were holdinghands—ohmygodohmygodohmygod they were holding hands and it was really nice—like they were dating or a couple or something spectacular. When they sat down, Hanna was saddened to find that his five seconds of happiness had ended in order for their drinks to be given home on the coffee table and the pad and pencil to be laid on Hanna's knee while their coats were thrown over the register next to the window. However, his discontent lasted for all of thirty seconds, before he felt a warmth against the back of his neck and shoulder. Hanna's mind consequently imploded.

Alex Nice-Ass-and-Everything-Else Harper had his arm around Hanna.

Around. Hanna's. Shoulders.

He wanted to fucking squee with delight and jump so high that he reached the moon and Mars and all the other planets all the way to Pluto—because, yes, he was a 90s teen and Pluto was still a planet—but apparently his silent, wide-eyed like a deer-caught-in-headlights expression did not express that joyous emotion. Alex looked slightly concerned and Hanna could see that it was a bit fearful that he had done something wrong.

"Hanna?"

"Unf," was all he could get out.

"Is this okay?"

Hanna could only mutely nod, because there were no words to describe utter bliss. Those amber eyes actually seemed a bit brighter and Hanna wanted to melt into the warmth of Alex's shoulder and side and sweet baby Moses in a handbasket it was his first date and he wasn't failing. Their game of twenty questions continued despite its corniness—where Hanna learned that Alex's dad taught him to work on cars to impress girls, which was impressive to Hanna, who had a girl's name if that counted for anything, and in return Hanna explained that his Creative Writing major in college was pretty much a piece of paper that did not account for anything in the real world—but now the situation was slightly different. Their new position brought a bit more intimacy because Hanna didn't care who might be watching them, as he had never gotten himself into the position where another person wanted to be so close to him and long enough to put their arm over him and let him cuddle of all things. Although their height difference might have been a little awkward for Hanna—who was jealous of Alex's almost six feet while he remained closer to five—when they were standing, he found that while sitting, it was just perfect. Hanna fit right against the curve of Alex's shoulder and chest, which was quite comfortable he came to find out as the hours passed. And when he turned his cheek to the left, Hanna was right there against Alex's neck and strong jaw that smelled so delicious and fresh that it took all he had to not foam at the mouth because of his sex muffin's scent.

Perfectly incredible awesomeness would be the best way to describe it.

"Okay, so my question fifteen, then," Alex said, and Hanna heard him—actually felt him—hum as he thought. "Old trilogy or new trilogy?"

"If that's a serious question, I don't think we can be friends," Hanna replied, and was filled with warmth when Alex chuckled beneath his ear. "Old trilogy 100%."

"I approve," he said.

"Okay, now mine," Hanna replied, and asked seriously: "Blondes or brunettes? Eye candy-wise."

"Hm, neither. I'm into gingers," Alex answered, and Hanna could not control his blush at the words or the fingers that began idly fiddling with a strand of his curling red hair.

"You're just saying that," Hanna said.

"Nope, I'm really into gingers," was his reply.

"Now you're just embarrassing me," said Hanna.

"I'll keep my preference for redheads to myself from now on," Alex promised.

"Aw," Hanna mumbled, in a disappointed tone.

"Don't want to embarrass you or anything."

"I've already embarrassed myself a million times over today with my crying stunt earlier. Forget about that, okay?"

"Only if I can express my interest in gingers."

"Fine..." Hanna finally allowed, because Alex's fingers certainly felt nice in his hair and waitasecond, were they having a cute and flirtatious conversation?

"I'll remember that," Alex said.

"Do you remember what number you're on?" Hanna asked.

"Sixteen, I'm keeping track," he responded.

"Go ahead then," Hanna said, and it was almost challenging, except for the fact that it wasn't a competition, especially when the competitors were snuggled up in such a position. It was like they were in high school, cuddling on the couch while Mom and Dad were at the movies or something and debating on what was okay and what wasn't while thinking about when they were going to kiss...

"Okay, let's see here..." Alex murmured—effectively bringing Hanna out of his conjured fantasies of him and Alex making out all over the purple loveseat—before replying with softly sung lyrics: "Hey, boy, where'd you get it from? Hey, boy, where did you go?"

"I learned my passion in the good old fashioned school of lover-boys," Hanna replied, despite the fact that he couldn't sing for anything but his own entertainment. Still, his pitchy response was the correct one, Hanna knew, because when he glanced up, Alex was smiling wider than ever.

"I had no idea anyone remembered that song," he said.

"Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy is one of my favorites," Hanna replied, and grinned, thinking of his next question. "And speaking of lover-boys: boxers or briefs?"

"Well, that does depend on the season," Alex answered honestly.

"That's not really an answer," Hanna pointed out, and went so far as to poke him in the side of his firm stomach. "So, which?"

"You'll find out, just be patient," said Alex, similar to the way he had spoken the same words in Hanna's dream. He went as red as his hair at the insinuation and the images of the two of them in that green Subaru, doing the dirty like pros and Hanna liking every minute of being pounded into the cushions of the backseat. Silenced by these lusty thoughts, Hanna could not muster a reply, leaving Alex to take his turn on the next question. "So my turn: are you more of a go-out or stay-in sort of person?"

"Depends on the season," Hanna replied, using his phrasing exactly.

"Ha ha," he said, in the way that people do when they're unamused, despite the fact that Alex actually did seem amused.

"Actually, it does," Hanna answered seriously. "I mean, when it's cold out, I kind of like staying in where it's warm, but when it's warm out, I usually like to be outside. But if it's too hot, no way. Air conditioning for the win."

"Well, I kind of meant it more in the sense of… let's say that hypothetically a certain person wants to hang out with you in the future—" he began, and Hanna could not contain his grin.

"Mmhmm..."

"And wants to make sure that the day is spent doing something that you like—"

"Okay..."

"So would it be more of a stay-in-and-watch-a-movie sort of thing or a go-out-and-find-something-else-to-do kind of deal?"

"And this is all hypothetical."

"Speculative and hypothetical, yes."

"You and your big words," Hanna teased, as he stalled for time in thinking. What would he do in this hypothetical-Holy-shiznits-Alex-wants-to-hang-out-with-him-again-and-do-something-fun sort of situation? He breathed in and then out, smiling in a goofy manner when he realized that the answer was so simple. "I'd have to say, I guess, in that case, that...as long as I'm with this certain person, doing anything with them is great."

"Well aren't you cute?" Alex said, just like that time in the bookstore, in which the simple words had sent Hanna flying off the shelf in joy. It was the same again, only he was contently resting against the person who uttered that affectionate phrase and enjoying the feelings to his hair and glad that his body was not taking it in a sexual way for once in his life. Hanna realized it was because he was beginning to like Alex for more than just his tight pants and nice legs and that ass that definitely fueled his fantasies every night...All of those attributes were just icing on the cake to the personality that Hanna was drawn to, like a moth to a flame.

Or some other cheesy line like that {which he had read quite a few of in his time in Romance when he was supposed to be working, but Heather couldn't know that or else she'd fire him for sure like holy hell hounds}.

"Cute or not, one condition," Hanna replied: "Let's not climb mountains, okay? I'm just not built for that."

"Mountain climbing?" Alex repeated, and then laughed. "No way, not me."

"But, I mean, really? You don't like to—not at all?" Hanna asked, pulling back only slightly to look up at Alex suspiciously.

"I've only climbed one mountain in my life and that was Mt. Fuji," he replied. "Believe me, that was enough."

"But, I mean, you seem like you would...and you said you liked the mountains..."

"I like looking at the mountains. Climbing them is different all together."

"But...you drive a Subaru..."

"That's stereotyping. Subaru's are comfortable and can move a lot of things, like my stuff from Ohio to Oregon, for example," Alex replied. "Oh, and they're cheap. There's that."

"Gotcha."

"Your next question, by the way."

"Okay, this one's easy: pirates or ninjas?" Hanna asked, liking that he could make Alex entertained enough to laugh so often.

"Ninjas, most definitely," he answered, and his fingers were twirling strands of Hanna's hair, leaving the redhead's mouth dry. He swallowed and pressed his cheek lightly against Alex's collarbone to hide his flushed face.

"T-Thought so. Wise choice," Hanna said.

"Speaking of choices: you have the opportunity to see Aerosmith—pre-Honkin' On Bobo—or the original Depeche Mode live in concert. Who do you see?"

"Aerosmith without a doubt," Hanna replied. "That was a choice?"

"You're right; there was only one right answer to that question."

"Okay, so my last one, then!" Hanna said, humming against the collar of Alex's shirt as he thought of his last one. He had to make it good and get something useful out of it and because he was caught between wanting to cuddle and wanting to fuck, Hanna asked: "If you could make love to any song, what would it be?" Alex answered immediately:

"Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. Piano version with Freddie Mercury doing it solo. Most amazing thing I've ever heard."

Hanna practically swooned.

HE was about to tell Alex how much he loved him and that song and could definitely-without-a-doubt have sex with him while having Freddie caress them with his chillingly amazing good vocals. But Hanna never got the chance to let his mouth run away with him—thankfully—because dreadlock girl was back to tell them that the cafe was closing and they would have to leave.

Okay, for the record, wow.

The situation was as such: it was three in the morning and Hanna had never really been out that late before, especially with a guy and when they stepped outside, he was surprised at the quiet and stillness of everything. It was cold and snowing, a little bit harder than before, but there was little other movement and sound as they left the Donkey and walked down the slight hill towards their cars.

"Oh, hey, I forgot," Hanna said as they walked, reaching for the scarf around his neck with the intention to return it. A warm, calloused palm stopped him by grasping onto Hanna's hand.

"Why don't you keep it for right now?" Alex suggested, and before Hanna could protest, threaded their fingers together loosely so that they were holding hands in a natural, but awesome way that made Hanna beam radiantly.

"Okay," he said, holding onto him as they walked through the snow. In the parking lot, only their two cars remained and Hanna realized that it was the end to an evening that could have been a lot worse, but thankfully was not. The redhead made a mental note to thank Toni for meddling, or else he would have been stuck crying in his car all night and Alex would have thought that he hated him and none of the cuddling or the talking or the touches would have ever happened and Jesus if Hanna wasn't gay, he would have had to swear his first-born child to that woman for being such an amazing intervention.

"Well, I guess it's kind of like good night, even though it's really good morning at this hour," Alex said, and in the lamplight, he was just once again that gorgeous—but now touchable—Adonis topped with a fresh sprinkling of snow that was shiny and alluring, especially in the dawning hours.

"Yeah, I guess," Hanna replied, and smiled softly, not relinquishing Alex's hand. He didn't really make to pull away either, so it wasn't like Hanna was being a crazy.

"I had a lot of fun," he added, and his gold eyes meant it with so much genuine force that Hanna felt slightly blindsided. He had really had that much fun? It made Hanna feel fucking great, and that energy fueled his expression to brighten further.

"Me too," Hanna said, "well, you know, after the whole failing bit on my part—"

"I told you not to worry about that—"

"And then there's my car, which I have to pay you back for, I really will, because that was really nice, you know and thanks, but I can't—"

"Don't worry about that either—"

"I will," Hanna said firmly, because Hanna was a lot of things, but he always paid back his debts.

Always.

"If you say so," Alex replied with a sigh of defeat.

"Okay, just so we're clear," Hanna said.

"Crystal," he answered, and then grinned in the whole call me Xander sort of manner that was really attractive. His attractiveness only increased when Hanna realized that they were still holding hands and they were very much alone where no one would intervene if they decided to show a little more affection… "Oh, and I just remembered that I have my last question."

"Go for it then," Hanna replied, and the hand in his pocket was crossing the first two fingers for luck.

"Do you think that kissing on the first date is kind of skanky?" he asked seriously. His expression made Hanna laugh uncontrollably, as well as the word skanky coming from Alex's lips. "I guess that's a yes. Does that make you one of those old-fashioned types who has to wait until the third date before that happens?"

"A-Absolutely fucking not!" Hanna said, once he could breathe again. He tried to make it sound serious to make sure that Alex knew he thought nothing of the sort and would very much—pleasepleaseplease—enjoy a kiss from him if he would be so kind to initiate it. Hanna would have, but he didn't know how. After all, it was just that girl in fifth grade, on the cheek and nothing more, and then after that she hadn't ever spoken to him again so Hanna had always wondered if he had done something wrong...

"Good."

And that was all Alex said—all he had to say, really—before Hanna found himself very close to the other man, trapped between the warmth of his body and the cool steel of his Chrysler. His mouth was dry, and his lips were too, but Hanna couldn't pull away or say anything at all, because he didn't want to distract Alex from his intended path. Hanna struggled to keep his breathing even as Alex touched him, cupping his cheek perfectly in his palm like in all those sappy romance movies that Hanna would never ever admit to watching. But it wasn't all clichéd like Hanna had heard people describe it: where there were fireworks and explosions and the world felt like it was going to spin off its axis because of the emotion and nervousness and amazement.

It wasn't like that at all.

Hanna could barely scrounge up the details for it, because he could focus only on the warmth of Alex's hand and his body and the bit of gold peeking out from beneath his lashes before the redhead closed his eyes. The words to describe his first kiss were simply Holy Shit. Honestly, he had been waiting for the fireworks, but was not disappointed to find that it was something else entirely. It was soft and quiet and beautiful and everything in Hanna's life—thoughts, feelings, everything—just emptied into a blissful nothingness. He didn't feel the snow or the cold, just the warmth of those lips and Alex's body and the sensation of serene contentment that filled him, reaching the very core of his being. It was his first official kiss and Hanna was so glad that he wasn't overthinking things, like where to put his hands or feet, or if he should do anything at all, because it was just so right and perfect in every single way.

Except when it ended too early for Hanna's liking.

The snow had started falling harder and Hanna's glasses were fogged up, but his lips were tingling and nice and tasted like cinnamon and it was all because—he realized with a holycrapholycrapholycrap mindset—he'd kissed Alexander Long-Legs-And-Nice-Ass-and-Gorgeous-Eyes-and-All-Around-Sexy-And-Smart-And-Funny Harper on the lips. He definitely wanted to do it again—maybe even have Alex pin him to the back of his car and just ravage him with more of those amazing kisses—but it was three in the morning and snowing and Hanna had to help open tomorrow, so he supposed it would have to wait.

"Hanna? Are you alive?" Alex asked gently.

"Mmn'es," was all Hanna could get out, because his brain was mush with the feeling of Alex's fingers in his hair again and then the sound of his quiet laugh at whatever expression Hanna was making.

"Here, let me fix these…" he said, and Hanna felt his foggy glasses removed. A few seconds later, they were returned to his nose and he could see again, leaving Hanna to flush in the white light of the parking lot at the mere sight of Alex, who was practically glowing with all the snow and everything else.

It left Hanna to wonder how on earth had he managed to get so lucky when he couldn't even find change on the ground or win on scratch off lottery tickets.

"T-Thanks…" Hanna replied, actually able to speak, though it was softly spoken because Hanna could still taste him on his lips like everything that was delicious on the planet and Alex was smiling at him in a way that made his eyes look like polished citrine and, man, Hanna would be really pissed off if the whole thing was just another dream. When Alex's fingers returned to his hair again, Hanna knew he would actually be fucking heartbroken if it was another dream.

"As much fun as it's been, I have to help open tomorrow so…" he said, tone already apologetic.

"H-Hey, me too, it's okay, so yeah, I mean, it's chill right?" Hanna answered, in his usual uncoordinated manner that left him reeling with his usual amount of embarrassment.

"Yeah, so I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," Alex replied.

"Definitely," Hanna said, and he was a bit breathless and infatuated sounding, so he amended with an unhelpful: "Er, because I'll be at work too in the morning and—um, yeah, so…see you…" Alex smiled and Hanna's mind forgot all language function then and there.

"Good night, Hanna," he said, and kissed Hanna again, very softly, but in a way that made the redhead's knees weak and shaky with want. Maybe there were fireworks, but they hadn't reached that level yet, because certainly that second one, although shorter, was a bit hotter than the first.

"Nih't…" was the sound that Hanna made with his tingling lips and trembling knees and heavy eyelids. He couldn't move for a few seconds and watched as Alex got into his car, started it up, and turned on the lights. To be more natural, Hanna forced his legs to walk to the driver's side, where he opened the door and hopped in. Creeping in the rearview mirror as his vehicle came to life, Hanna watched as the Subaru went into reverse and gave a light honk of farewell, before disappearing into the snowy evening.

Afterwards, Hanna did not recall the ride home, only coming back to himself when he was back in his small apartment wrapped in Alex's scarf and with a permanently dumb smile on his face. Even his stack of bills and the pile of dishes in the sink and the knowledge that the water-heater was probably still broken—so taking a shower would be a real bitch in the morning—did not faze him. He actually hummed to himself as he plugged in his phone to the charger and pulled off his clothes one by one, leaving them strewn about the floor and random chairs in his flat. Falling into bed in only his boxers and Alex's sweet-smelling scarf, Hanna stared up at the ceiling with a grin on his now-not-virginal lips.

Hot damn, it rocked to be in love.

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HOLY CRAP. CAPSLOCK DIABEETUS FOR THE WIN. WASN'T THAT SHIT SWEET?

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HOLY SHIT. THIS IS SO LONG THAT IT'S GOT TO BE POSTED IN TWO PARTS.

Sorry I totally forgot to post this for like...2 hours. (500) Days of Summer was on and I just had to dawwww for a while. Good job on my end for not posting this second half. I'm not really super happy with it, but it's nice, so tell me what you think.

And, as promised, pimping awesome shit for this chapter(s):
:iconschimmelbrot:'s beautiful: [link]

:iconrissieday:'s adorable: [link]

:iconraequiem:'s gorgeous: [link]

DRAW ME SHIT GUYS. It makes my day :heart:

ALSO, Someone gave me PREMIUM MEMBERSHIP?! I have no clue who it is, but whoever you are, you're fantastic. Because of that, I'm loving everyone indiscriminately and will be posting the next smexxxxxy part very soon. Mature content filter will be ALL THE WAY ON FOR GREAT FUCKING JUSTICE :iconhannajizzinpantsplz:

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As always, I don't own them. Belonging to teh Tessa Stone :iconvert-is-ninja:
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I..... I CAN'T EVEN....... COMPREHEND, THE CUTENESS IN THIS! I Love You!! :heart: