Is This Okay? --Spanna
Spencer's kisses were gentle and tentative, as if concerned she would hurt Hanna with one wrong move. It wasn't until the blonde began tugging her closer and deepening the kiss that she started to add intensity.
"I'm not going to break," Hanna pointed out, her hands moving underneath Spencer's shirt. The brunette shivered. Taking the hint, Spencer began to undress Hanna, dropping the fabric on the floor. It didn't take long for both girls to lose the top half of their clothing. Spencer stifled a gasp at the sight of the burns left on Hanna from that night. The blonde turned her head, ashamed of her marred skin. Spencer gently cupped Hanna's breast, her thumb hovering over the scar.
"Is this okay?" she asked softly, unsure if the burns still hurt. Hanna looked at her, confusion in her eyes.
"You can touch it, if that's what you're asking. It itches and there are flashes of pain sometimes, but mostly it doesn't hurt anymore," she said. To her own surprise, Spencer leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the scar.
"Sorry," she apologized when Hanna shuddered. Hanna gave her a look that could almost be read as amusement.
"It didn't hurt. That was a reaction to your mouth on my tit," she said, enjoying the way Spencer's cheeks flushed at her words. Then, with a determined glean in her eyes, Spencer leaned down and left a trail of kisses starting with the scar and ending above the top of Hanna's jeans.
"Never disappear like that again," Spencer growled, her fingers toying with the zipper to Hanna's jeans. Guilt flooded Hanna, and she realized they couldn't continue this until she came clean.
"Wait. Stop," Hanna said, her hand covering Spencer's. The brunette pulled her hand away as if she'd been burned.
"I'm sorry! I'm going too fast, I'm sorry," Spencer apologized. Hanna shook her head.
"No, it's not that... there's just something I need to tell you and I don't want to tell you because you'll get mad but I don't feel right taking this any further without telling you," she rambled. Spencer raised an eyebrow and sat up, pulling her shirt on over her head.
"Are you leaving?" Hanna asked, upset. Spencer's eyebrow rose higher.
"Where would I be going? This is my house," she reminded her. Hanna blushed.
"It sounds like you have something important to say. I thought we should concentrate on that, which I can’t do if you’re topless," she explained, handing Hanna her shirt. The blonde accepted it and took a deep breath.
"I lied about where I've been," she said quietly, not looking at Spencer.
"I figured as much," Spencer said. Hanna's eyes flickered up in surprise. She knew her lie hadn’t been great, but she’d thought her friends all bought it.
"You did?" she asked. Spencer nodded.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Hanna questioned. If there was one thing that she knew about Spencer, it was that she was like a dog with a bone. Once she wanted to know something, she didn’t stop until she got it. Spencer shrugged.
"I was just relieved that you were okay," she said. The words only made Hanna feel guiltier.
"I have Noel Kahn tied up in a cabin," she whispered. Spencer's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't interrupt.
"Mona's the only person who knows. I called her after I saw that the police were looking for me on the news. I'm sorry I lied to you," she said. Still, Spencer didn't respond. Hanna squeezed her eyes shut, feeling panic rise up in her chest. Spencer hated her, she was going to kick her out, she--
"How did you manage to kidnap a man twice your size?" Spencer asked finally.
"I was going to roofie him, but he wouldn't drink the beer, so I followed him home and hit him with a baseball bat. Look, I caught him throwing away Sara Harvey's phone. He killed her. He didn't admit it, but he said if I didn't stop poking around I would end up like her, which is practically admitting he did it since the police ruled it an accident."
"Hold on. He threatened to kill you?" Spencer practically snarled. Hanna nodded.
"He's AD, Spence," she said. Spencer sighed and nodded slowly.
"So you're not mad at me?" Hanna asked after a minute of silence. An unreadable look passed over Spencer's face.
"Are you kidding me? Of course I'm mad at you! You disappear, you scare the hell out of me, you kidnap a guy who just threatened to kill you, a guy who we sent the police to find... I'm pissed as hell!" she exclaimed. Tears pooled in Hanna's eyes.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice breaking. Spencer sighed.
"I know," Spencer said, pulling Hanna into a hug.
"I'm sorry I worried you," Hanna said, letting her head rest on Spencer's shoulder. She felt Spencer press a kiss to the top of her head.
"I know. And I understand why you did it. Your... plan was terrible, and you never should have done this without telling us, but I understand why you did it. Hanna, I feel terrible that you've been dealing with this alone," she said. Hanna shrugged.
"It's not like I was willing to let anyone help. Aria tried to get me to talk to her. I didn't want you guys to know what happened."
"Why not?” she asked. Hanna shrugged again.
“I was embarrassed that I let it happen to me. And it hurt to talk about. It still hurts to talk about it. Trust me, none of this is your fault,” Hanna reassured.
“I still should have tried harder. I was afraid that if I was around you, I would end up admitting how I felt about you, and I didn't know if you were ready for anything like that," Spencer admitted. Hanna lifted her head and offered her a small smile.
"I'm ready to find out," she said.
"We need to deal with this Noel situation," Spencer reminded her. "And I don't know what we're going to do... He'll probably go straight to the police when we let him go--"
"We're going to let him go?" Hanna interrupted. Spencer raised an eyebrow.
"Were you planning on keeping him forever?" she asked. Hanna blushed again, feeling stupid.
"I didn't really have a plan beyond getting him to admit that he killed Sara. I was going to record it so I could show it to the police," she said. Spencer sighed, frustrated with the blonde's lack of foresight.
"But he hasn't admitted it?" she asked. Hanna shook her head.
"Maybe we could get him to agree not to tell. Say if he goes to the police with this, we go to the police with the flash drive," Hanna suggested. Spencer winced.
"We don't have the flash drive, remember?"
"Well you made copies of it, obviously," Hanna said. Spencer flushed with embarrassment. She should have thought of that.
"But I didn't," she said. Hanna raised an eyebrow.
"So? Noel doesn't know that," she pointed out. Spencer nodded slowly. It could work...
"So should we go do this now?" Spencer asked. Hanna shook her head.
"Mona's dealing with him tonight. Besides, there are cops on your doorstep. We'll do it tomorrow," she said. Spencer nodded.
"Okay. Do you want to continue our previous activities?"
Hanna's grin was the only answer she needed.