“That’s what I figured.” Caroline rocks back, slipping her hands into the pockets of her tailored pants now that they’re empty. She really had come from work and still has more to do for a new case she’s taking on, let alone preparing her presentation coming up just before Christmas. And she’s starting to feel a little uncomfortable with the way Karla is smiling at her.

She nods again, this time to herself. “Anyway. I’ll talk to you later?” Their late night phone call is unspoken but on the books.

Hannah nods back at her, resting her hand on the food. “Of course.”

She takes another look at Hannah – unsure of what she’s even doing here, except knowing that she hasn’t seen Hannah in a couple of days because of their schedules and she’s just missed her – before she offers a wave and turns to go.

Only a couple steps outside, she pauses, a small smile tugging on her lips as she looks up at the sky, the first snowflakes of the season starting to fall. It’s barren, no one around her in spite of the fact that it’s the end of the term on campus. But then again, she thinks maybe no one else wants to be standing outside in twenty-nine degree weather to admire the snow falling.

Almost immediately, she feels a warm hand wrap around her arm, stopping her in her steps. And she’s already smiling when she turns. “Hey, it’s –”

Whatever else was about to leave her mouth is swallowed by Hannah’s.

The warmth of Hannah’s lips are such a contrast to the frigid air blowing around them and a guttural groan immediately escapes her throat. She lifts her hands, brace-less this time thank god, burrowing them into Hannah’s hair to pull her closer.

Unlike last time, Hannah’s kiss isn’t soft and searching. It’s hungry and it lights Caroline’s own hunger. Especially as Hannah’s hands slide under her jacket to hold her waist, gripping her and holding her so that their bodies can slide and press against one another’s.

Feeling Hannah’s body against her own, even if it’s through her jacket, Caroline moans low in her throat. Fuck, this is what she wants so badly. This is what she’s been craving. She wants Hannah, she wants to be able to kiss her, to taste her every single time they see one another.

She scratches one of her hands lightly down the side of Hannah’s neck. The answering whimper wrecks her, her knees weak from desire. The way Hannah’s hands tighten against her hips only heightens it even more.