Hannah leans back against the door, her tongue sliding slowly over her bottom lip and Caroline’s eyes trail after it, hungrily, before snapping to Hannah’s.

“Push me,” she rasps.

It’s all Caroline can take. It’s like she can feel the tenuous hold she has kept on the last of her self-control in the last month just completely snap.

Stepping forward, she reaches up to cup her hand behind Hannah’s neck, pulling her down so their mouths meet. It’s not soft and searching, it’s not a stolen moment that they know can only last so long.

It’s hungry and hot and she licks into Hannah’s mouth the instant she feels Hannah groan against her lips. She wraps her other arm around Hannah’s waist, using it to guide her backwards inside before she kicks the door closed behind them.

Hannah’s hands are in her hair, taking handfuls of dark waves and clutching, as if she’s terrified Caroline is going to back out of this moment.

She doesn’t break the contact with Hannah’s lips as she unwraps her arm from Hannah’s waist and slides her hand between them to pop the buttons on the long wool jacket she’s wearing. God, she can feel her hand shaking from the sheer force of desire already surging through her. Just from the feeling of Hannah’s tongue sliding against her own and the knowledge of what’s going to happen.

Pushing the jacket from Hannah’s shoulders, she presses her against the kitchen counter. She uses her hips to pin Hannah there, breaking their kiss and arching her back so she can look down. Fuck, Hannah looks so good.

There’s the smallest smattering of freckles on her chest which, of course, Caroline had noticed months ago. But now she can bend down and flick her tongue over them, feeling Hannah’s heart jackhammering in her chest while her hands fumble with pushing off Caroline’s jacket.

She helps, stepping back just enough to slide off both her actual coat and her red blazer, leaving her in the white, lacy camisole she’d worn underneath.

Hannah’s pupils are blown, eyes slate dark as they rake over her. “You look –” Hannah’s voice, that soft-spoken sound of it, is so low, it skitters along Caroline’s spine. “God.”

She doesn’t elaborate, but she reaches out and pulls Caroline against her again. Her hands light Caroline’s body on fire with want, first sliding over her shoulders, then rushing under her shirt to scratch up her back.

“Oh, fuck,” Caroline moans before sliding her hand into Hannah’s hair and messing up that perfectly done twist as she tugs her back down.

She sucks on Hannah’s bottom lip, nipping it with her teeth until she feels Hannah’s hips jerk against hers and can hear the sharp, wanting whine that leaves Hannah’s throat.