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Hannah's hands trembled when she was trying to open the door to her house. They left the bar without looking behind, she couldn't stop looking at the bruise on Jason's face, his jaw must hurt as hell but he didn't say a word. They got into the cab, both not in the mood for talking. Jason was ready to drive her home and leave, getting back to his hotel but one look from Hannah made him change his mind.
Hannah felt Jason behind her, his warmth made her body shiver when he took a step towards her, taking the key and opened her door swiftly. She took a breath in, walked to the house and switched on the light.
Jason was standing awkwardly, his hands hidden in his pocket when he was observing her. She gathered some things from the shelves and before he knew it she put everything on the coffee table lifting her gaze to meet him.
"We have to patch it up." Her voice became a whispered, "sit please." She added.
"Hannah…" Jason said, "I'm fine, you don't have to-"
"Please." Her voice trembled, eyes glassy from tears gathering in her orbs.
Jason sat in front of her on the sofa, he looked at her, at her shaky hands, blond locks covering her beautiful face and the way she was trying to not look at him. Jason lifted his free hand, tucking the straight lock behind Hannah's ear, causing her to look up at him. One move of his fingers, the soft brush on her cheek made the tame she built break into pieces, the tears rolled down her cheeks, dark patches of her mascara smeared on her face. She tried to catch her breath, calm herself knowing full well what happened in the club didn't mean anything. Jason was a gentleman, not only for her but for every woman he met. Hannah's breath hitched in her throat when she tried to stop crying didn't want to make a fool of herself when she heard his soft voice, his fingers still brushing over the soft skin of her face.
"Hannah," Jason said softly, "please, stop crying. I hate when you cry." He almost begged.
"You wrote a bunch of scenes for me to cry." She said, causing him to smile.
"Because I know how talented you are and I want the World to see it too, but I can't stand it when you cry for real." He said, gently kissing her forehead.
"Why did you hit him?" Hannah asked, locking her sight with his.
"Because he scared you." Jason answered , her looking away.
"That's not a reason your boss punched a man at the bar." Hannah looked at him.
"He touched you without your consent Hannah, that's why I punched him, whether I'm your boss or not, I'd never let anyone hurt you." He said, his hand clenched in a fist.
"I don't want it to fire back at you Jason." She said, her hand resting on his, causing him to relax.
"I don't care as long as you're okay." He said, taking a breath in.
Jason was amazed by her beauty, by the way her lips parted when she smiled, her eyes shining like emeralds lit by the sun and tilt of her head exposing the skin on her neck, the skin he wanted to suck and kiss until he would run out of air. Hannah's look went back to his hand, a few bruises forming on his knuckles, ripped skin becoming red with the touch of the antiseptic she put on it. She was gently wrapping his hand in a bandage, her fingers brushing over his hand forcing Jason to close his eyes. He wanted her. Every inch of him screamed to touch her but Jason knew it may end badly and he wasn't ready to lose her.
"Does it hurt?" Hannah asked, looking at him.
"No," He smiled, "I'll get going." He added, standing up.
"No, you're not." She stood up, their bodies inches away from each other, "you're staying here tonight."
"Hannah." His voice was deeper, "I promised Juno and I kept my promise, now…"
"You were drinking,he hit you and I have to make sure you're okay. Don't be stubborn or I'll have to tie you to bed." She said, her eyes locked with his.
"Okay, I'll stay on the couch."
"No, you won't be comfortable here, you can take the bed."
"Who's stubborn here?" He tilted his head.
"Still you." She smiled, causing his knees to become weaker.
"I'm taking the couch. As your boss I have the last word here." He added, sitting on the couch again, his hands resting on his knees.
"You are…" Hannah rolled her eyes, "I'll bring you a pillow and blanket."
"Thank you." He said, observing her leaving the room.
Jason ran his hand over his face, leaning onto the couch. He felt so many things he lost counting and the fact he was staying at her house surrounded by her made his body shiver. He sat up abruptly when Hannah walked into the room holding a pillow and dark blue fluffy blanket. She looked at him, her green eyes focused on him when at once she looked away.
"Here you go." She said, "you want me to find something for you to sleep in?"
"I'll sleep in my boxers and shirt if you don't mind." He said, taking off his hoodie.
"Okay." She nodded.
Hannah felt her stomach tightened, she wanted him and he was here in her house, on her sofa. She took a breath in and walked towards her bedroom. She felt the adrenaline from the day wear off, her eyes filled with tears. Hannah throws herself on the bed, covering her face with her palms. Jason was there, bruised, half naked and the only thing that kept her from going there and asking him to love her was herself. Hannah looked at the ceiling in her bedroom, she was trying to get some sleep, but the moment she closed her eyes she saw him, his smile, his dimples that drove her mad and the feeling of his hand placed at the small of her back, always there, always protecting her. Hannah wanted to scream, to let out everything that's in her mind, in her dreams, she sat on her bed, blinking fast to let the last tears fall, biting her lip. She was ready, no matter what will happen, Hannah was ready to risk it all.
*****
Jason was tossing and turning, his mind drifted away to Hannah, like every night, like every minute of his day. He craved her, her touch, her smile, her full breast and kisses. He wanted to kiss her so bad, it filled his whole mind. Jason groaned at the image of her under his eyelids, he was thinking about Hannah every minute of his day and night. The thought of her being with someone else, like Brendan mentioned, made the cold run down his spine. He sat up abruptly at the sofa, rolling his feet on the floor where they met the fluffy rug, he smiled at the feeling. He hid his face in his hands, when he noticed movement in the corridor. Jason lifted his gaze, the smile curved his lips when he looked at her. Hannah was standing in the door, her eyes locked with his when she was fidgeting with the t-shirt she was wearing. Jason's breath stuck in his throat at the view of her, loose shirt, her bare legs and the curve of her breast in her clothes made his thoughts wandered to the things he wanted to do to her, with her, for her. He cleared his throat but before he could say anything Hannah walked towards him, sitting on her heels on the sofa. Her shirt fell a little exposing her bare shoulder and Jason couldn't stop looking at the skin he wanted to kiss.
"I didn't wake you up, you can't sleep?" Hannah asks softly, her hand resting on her bare tights.
"Your sofa is very comfortable but the adrenaline…is still buzzing."
"Are you sure it's that? Maybe you hit your head?" She asked, tangling her fingers in his hair, pulling softly.
"Hannah…" Jason groaned, his chocolate eyes met hers.
She didn't think any longer, she asked herself if she thought at all when her body did what she dreamed of for so long. Hannah cupped his face, her fingers gently brushed over his beard when her lips touched his, gently at first scared the touch would make him disappear. Hannah felt his arm wrapped around her middle, his tongue slid swiftly into her mouth, exploring and dancing around hers. Jason felt like his whole body relaxed, the touch of Hannah's lips made his cock twitch in his boxers. Hannah pulled away, her cheeks rose, lips swollen and only the lack of air forced her to get back to the place next to Jason. They both were panting, their eyes wide open and for a split second Hannah wanted to run away the silence echoed in the dark living room.
"I…" She started, her heart still pounding in her chest.
Hannah's voice cracked, she didn't wait any minute, nuzzling her face in the crook of his neck, kissing and nipping on his skin. She needed only a second to straddle him, feeling the soft material of his filled boxers when her soft voice echoed in his ears.
"Please even if it will be one time, even if it will be one night stand or fuck without feelings I want to feel...I want to feel you and how it would be…" Hannah whispered, her eyes filled with tears, forehead pressed to his.
"How it would be, Hannah?" Jason asked, lifting her chin, to look into her eyes.
"How it is to be loved by you." She said, locking his sight with his.
Jason's voice stuck in his throat, everything he wanted was right in front of him. Hannah was everything and he imagined that for so many times he lost count. He felt her body shiver above him, her eyes closed shut, tears escaping her beautiful orbs. Jason lips pressed to hers, sweetly brushing his mouth before her eyes flutter open, the mix of surprise and lust filled them.
"You don't even know how many times I wanted to feel you, to be with you that way…Hannah…I've wanted you since the moment I saw you." He whispered.
"I want you too." She smiled, his thumb brushed over her skin, gathering the tears, "love me, Jason. Please." She whispered, before pulling the shirt over her head.
"Fuck." He hissed.
Jason was mesmerized, her breast, her skin and the slow brushing her sex over his cock made him unable to breath. He ran his hands up and down her spine, before stopping by her breasts, her nipples were hard when he wrapped his mouth around it, receiving a loud moan. Hannah's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling it softly when at once he pulled away, looking up at her. She was beautiful, and just his.
"Off." She whispered, standing up to remove her knickers waiting for him to do the same with his boxers.
Jason let his cock spring free, he was already hard, his length pulsating. Hannah licked her lips at the view of him, he was big, hot and thick and all she wanted was to feel him inside of her. She quickly removed Jason's shirt before she kneeled in front of him, her hand wrapped around his cock.
"No." Jason said, quickly pulling her up for a kiss, "I'm afraid I won't last long like that," He said, when she nodded, climbing on the sofa.
"You can do what you want to me, Jason." Hannah said, smiling, her fingers tucking the lock out of his forehead.
"All I want is to love you. Let me love you Hannah." He said, kissing the valley between her breasts.
Jason kissed her stomach and abdomen before pressing his lips to her tight, licking and nipping on the sensitive skin. He felt her body writhed under him, her back arched at the feeling of his tongue slowly circling her clit. Hannah was trying not to scream but the way he touched her made her unable to not to.
"Let me hear you baby." He encouraged her, slipping two fingers inside of her.
"Jason." She moaned, moving her hips to cause the friction.
Jason was captivated by the view, by the moans and the grip of his hair. He felt his cock painfully hard when she came around his fingers, the shockwaves of pleasure rip through her body causing Hannah to curse under her breath. She was beautiful, her lips parted, chest and face flushed, stomach muscles tightened when she orgasm.
"Fuck. Fuck." She repeated, over and over, "kiss me." She pulled him up, her tongue swirled around his.
"Hannah." He whimpered, feeling her hand wrapped around his cock.
"I want to feel you, Jason…please." She purr, peppering his face with kisses.
He pulled away slightly, locking his gaze with hers when he brushed his cock over her wet folds, gathering her juices. He was waiting for it so long and every second of this night was surreal for him. Jason took a breath in, pushing his cock into her as slow as he could, his eyes never left hers. Hannah's fingernails dug into his shoulder, he was big, bigger and thicker than she ever had and for a split second she bit her lip to focus on something else than pain. She took a few deep breaths, her gaze focused on him and him only when his voice filled the room.
"Shit." He cursed, seeing the grimace of pain on her face.
"Jason." She said softly.
"It will hurt Hannah. I don't want it like that…"
"It won't." She hid her face in the crook of his neck before whispering, "you can move now." She added, kissing his neck.
"But if it will…"
"I'll tell you." She answered, the smile curved her lips at the amount of care in his voice.
He pushed slowly into her, the moans escaping his lips at how tight and wet she was for him. He measured every thrust, every move to make her feel good, feel safe and before he knew it, Jason felt her gorgeous long legs wrapped around his middle, pulling him even closer. He looked down at her, the previous grimace vanished and was replaced by pure bliss. Hannah smiled, her lips pressed to his chest, higher to his neck finally meeting his lips when he was losing his rhythm. She knew he was close, his thick cock caused her walls to clench around it and for the first time since a while Hannah felt her body was struck by the lightening, the electricity went through her spine when Jason, cursing loudly into her ear, spilled deep inside of her, collapsing on top of her sweaty body seconds after.
Hannah kissed his cheek, fingers brushing the wet hair out of his forehead when they both were breathing heavily.
"Fuck." He pant, kissing her neck, "you are…this was…"
"It was worth it, even if it was just one time." Hannah's voice cracked.
"One time…I won't let you vanish after this…Hannah I…I wanted you for so long and the fact I almost lost you because I couldn't verbalize my love for you…"
"Love?" Hannah smiled, her fingers playing with his locks, his weight pinned her to the bed.
"I love you, Hannah. Fuck, I love you since the moment you enteres that audition room."
"I love you too, Jason." She closed her eyes, letting him kiss her softly, the moan escaped her mouth, "will you stay?" Her eyes popped open, the uneasy feeling still filled her.
"Of course, first I promised Juno I will make sure you're safe and second I wanted to keep you in my arms…"
"Done and doner." She giggled, letting him wrap his arms around her, a gentle kiss pressed to her neck.
"I love when you quote Ted Lasso." He laughed.
"I like the guy," She turned a little to face him, "I heard he has a big dick and knows how to use it."
"You're…" Jason grinned.
He laughed, pulling her just enough so she could face him. She was trouble, he loved that about her, how she could make him laugh or tease him. He pinned her wrists gently with one of his large hands before starting to tickle her with the other. She was kicking and laughing trying to escape his grip when their eyes met. Hannah was beautiful and only one look made Jason's brain stop functioning. He would do anything for her, everything she would ask for. Suddenly, she lifted her lips pressed to his when his grip loose, letting her wrap her arms around his neck pulling him closer. He was hers, he belonged to just one woman. The god herself, Hannah Waddingham.