Hannah sat at her kitchen table with a cup of coffee listening to the sounds of the house in the morning. It was the first time she'd really been alone in this house for a while, and she knew she'd better get used to it. Every time Olli went on a road trip it would just be her and this empty house. It seemed too big now, with all those empty rooms. The attic was completely bare, waiting to be filled with boxes and memories. The barren walls of her living room stared back at her, begging to be decorated. The curtainless windows of their dining room let the morning sun shine in unfiltered. This house was not a home, not yet.

'Just nine more hours...' she thought as she checked the time on her phone. Any other day, it would be easy for Hannah to find something to occupy her time for 9 hours, but today it would take something extra special to catch her attention. She wandered outside to check the mail, proud of the fact that she finally had a mailbox. Flipping through her letters, Hannah found exactly the distraction she needed: a wedding invitation.

'Brandon Sutter, you dickhead, why didn't you tell me you were getting married?!!?' she texted him, and skipped back to her office and pulled out the scrapbook Beth had made Hannah for her wedding. With her new motivation, Hannah actually made some progress on planning her wedding, and she couldn't wait to show Olli when he returned that night.

'We sent invitations out like a month ago' Brandon replied.

'Well, I just got a mailbox. But why didn't you tell me you were getting married this summer, or that you were even engaged?!?'

She had a brief conversation with Brandon where he explained that he had, in fact, told her he was getting married, and she'd told him she'd love to go to his wedding. Hannah had no recollection of that memory, and teased him about it while she looked through the scrapbook. After making some minor progress, Hannah got overwhelmed. She could not believe how difficult this was! Maybe they should just hire a wedding planner...

Hannah decided to instead focus on welcoming Olli home. After not seeing him for over two weeks, she wanted to make sure it was extra special. This was something she was actually good at. She hopped in the shower and exfoliated with that Dead Sea salt scrub Beth had given her last Christmas, making sure her skin was extra smooth, before shaving. Olli never really cared if she shaved, or plucked, or waxed, as long as she looked neat and trimmed. But unlike most girls, Hannah liked to shave using a safety razor and brush. After popping a new blade in the razor, she lathered up her legs with the brush and got to work. She loved the smell of shaving soap; it was subtle, and not girly, but not entirely masculine either.

After washing her hair, she toweled off and covered every inch of her body with cocoa butter. After laying out in the sun in her backyard the past week, her skin definitely needed some moisturizing (although, it had added a hint of color to her pale tone). After letting the cocoa butter soak in, she moved onto the next step. Hannah found the exact shade of red she'd painted her nails and toes the night she and Olli first had sex, and set about replicating that look. As her nails dried, she picked out an especially kinky bra/panties set that she never wore, mostly because they were not very functional. Heading back into the master bathroom, she started on her hair and makeup. Hannah was never really into makeup, but she knew how to use it and make someone look fabulous. She decided to stick with something simple (since most of it was probably going to come off during the night's activities): red lipstick to match her nails, some eyeliner and a little mascara, and a dash of shimmery eye shadow. She finished off her look with a wide curling iron and a spritz of hairspray.

'Damn, I still have half an hour...' she sighed and wrapped her dressing gown around her shoulders. Remembering the lack of curtains in most of their house, Hannah preferred not to walk around in just her skimpy outfit. Dashing off to the kitchen to open a bottle of wine, Hannah reminded herself not to drink the whole thing this time, recalling the 'wine bottle' incident last year. 'Just one glass, I promise.'

As Hannah was drinking her one glass of wine, she turned on some music and lit a few candles. 'That's not cliché, is it?' She looked around at the various candles, none of which seemed very romantic, but it was all she could find. She climbed up on one of the barstools at the island and savored her one glass, so much that she didn't hear the front door open.

Olli dropped his bags near the door and slipped his shoes off. He could hear music playing softly from somewhere in the house, and flickering lights. He quietly walked down the hall toward the kitchen, and his heart jumped into his throat when he saw what was waiting for him.

She looked gorgeous, her hair perfectly curled, her red-painted toes tucked behind the leg of the barstool she was sitting on, her matching fingernails gently wrapped around the stem of a wine glass. Olli wasn't an idiot- he knew what this was. Deciding to take the lead for once, he quietly walked up behind her and placed a kiss on her exposed neck, wrapping his hands around her waist to untie her robe.

Hannah jumped slightly at his touch, but it was welcome. She let him fumble with the robe before swinging around to face him, letting it fall to the floor. She loved the look he got when he was turned on, especially if she knew she was doing it to him on purpose. "Welcome home, handsome."

His eyes, still caught on her lacy underwear, followed her as she slipped off the stool and bent over to pick up her robe. He almost ripped off her thong and took her from behind, right there in the kitchen. Somehow, the thought of their curtainless kitchen windows facing the neighbor's back yard only made the thought more enticing.

But before he could make his move, Hannah swiveled around and dragged her hand up his thigh before slipping it under his shirt, and continuing to trace his abs. Every touch made his heart beat a little faster, and he grew a little harder with each caress. Desire, passion, and lust clouded his thoughts as Hannah continued to tease him. He put his hands on either side of her ribcage and hoisted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Olli found her mouth and began sucking on her lower lip, drawing a moan out of her.

"Upstairs," she whispered in his ear and wrapped her arms tightly round his neck as he carried her upstairs. He fumbled with the door, distracted by Hannah's kissing, and decided to just leave it open. Olli barely noticed the candles and set Hannah on the foot of their bed. She reached up to tear his shirt off, and he pushed her back on the bed, trapping her slim frame beneath his muscular, toned body. Her bra disappeared as he moved from kissing her mouth lower, and lower, peppering her neck and chest with kisses until his lips found her nipple.

Hannah gasped and he teased her for a few minutes before she moaned his name. Olli took this as his cue and moved his right hand between her legs, while his left hand worked her other nipple. After removing her thong, he slowly went to work between her legs before picking up the pace and sliding one, then two fingers into her. Hannah swore in every language she knew, and pretty soon she was just mumbling incoherently as her mind went blank. Olli knew it wouldn't be long, as these were Hannah's tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm. He switched his thumb for his mouth and continued teasing until her breath came in short gasps, and her twitching legs stiffened as her back arched. The massive orgasm that Hannah longed for the past two weeks of Olli's absence crashed down on her like a wave. Her eyes glossed over and everything went blank; it was just the two of them alone in this amazing cocoon of sexual passion.

Hannah eventually came back to it, and opened her eyes to see a shirtless Olli remove his belt and hold it with both hands. For a second, Hannah thought he was going to try something kinky, but he dropped the belt and continued taking his pants off. She didn't remember him taking his shirt off, and she reached forward to touch him, wanting to feel the hard muscle beneath his soft skin. She ran her hands over his chest, kissing him here and there, before moving down to strip him of the last of his clothes. Hannah didn't hesitate to take him into her mouth, sucking softly and playfully at first, until she felt his hands on the back of her head. She repositioned herself so she was kneeling on the bed in front of him, on hand on the bed for support, on hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

Olli felt his knees getting weak, and while he loved what Hannah was doing, he wasn't ready to let it end here. He reluctantly stopped her and pushed her back on the bed on her back and he climbed on top of her. Her legs fell naturally apart, just far enough for him to get in between and slide into her. "Fuck me," she whispered and bit her lip.

"As you wish," Olli said with a wink and drove into her hard and fast until she came again, this time harder than the first orgasm. Olli's finish followed shortly after, unable to hold off any longer. They collapsed on the bed totally spent and murmured 'I love you' and various other cute things while they tried to catch their breath.

"Did you really have to quote 'Princess Bride' right before making me cum?" Hannah laughed when she could finally think straight.

"What?"

"In 'Princess Bride' Westley says 'As you wish' to Princess Buttercup, because he loves her."

Olli stared back at her blankly.

"Have you really never seen 'Princess Bride'? Oh my God Olli Määttä, I can't believe I'm marrying someone who hasn't seen one of my favorite movies," Hannah laughed and rolled out of bed to take a shower. "Speaking of which, we've been invited to Brandon Sutter's wedding. Did you know he was getting married?"

"Yes," Olli answered and followed her into the shower. "They got engaged over Christmas, like we did."

"Oh," Hannah was a little taken aback that she didn't know that, or remember it. Was she really that terrible of a friend to Brandon that she didn't remember him getting engaged? "Well, maybe we'll get some ideas at their wedding. I think he said it's an outdoor wedding, at their family's farm. Should be fun."

Olli shrugged, and continued washing up, before turning to Hannah to help her wash, or at least the fun parts. "How was your week with Kasperi?"

"Can you please not ask me about him while you're touching my boobs?"

"I'm washing them." He smirked.

"He's a good houseguest, helped me with a few things; I even got him to mow the lawn. Our week was fine, except at the end it got a little weird..."

"Why? What happened?" Olli stopped 'washing' her breasts and looked her in the eye, worried that his fears of her feeling the need to 'physically comfort' Kasperi because she felt guilty had actually happened.

Hannah told him about Beth's strange visit with Dr. Rothstein and her boyfriend. Olli was a bit amused, but mostly he felt sympathetic for Kasperi, and relieved that he hadn't been right.

"Wow, he must be really anxious about the results. Do you know when you'll get them back?"

"Any day now, I think. I've tried talking to Kasperi, but I haven't heard back from him since he returned to Finland. Either that means he's doing fine, or....he's not." The guilt she'd been trying to ignore came back, and settled in the pit of her stomach. 'This is all my fault,' she thought, and turned away from Olli so he wouldn't see her face. He was busy washing his hair but he noticed her change in posture, and the frown lines that seemed to be permanently growing into her features. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he rested his chin on her head.

"What do you say we watch that movie?"

Hannah shrugged.

"You said it was one of your favorites?" Olli turned the water off and grabbed a towel to dry her off.

"Yeah, but..."

"And did I see an open bottle of wine downstairs? We should probably take care of that." He smiled playfully and eventually got Hannah to agree.

"Okay, you get the movie set up while I grab the wine, okay?" Olli slipped into a pair of shorts before dashing downstairs to grab the bottle and two glasses. He came back up to find Hannah flipping through Netflix.

"Are you ready to have your mind blown? This is a classic, I can't believe you've never seen it, or heard of it." Hannah took her glass from Olli and settled in on the bed next to him. As the movie started, she tried not to say anything, or point out her favorite parts, but each time Westley said 'as you wish' her mind flashed back to that amazing orgasm Olli gave her after delivering that line.

Olli laughed when she told him this, and added "Sorry I ruined your favorite movie."

"Oh you didn't ruin it, you made it so much better," Hannah smirked, and rested her head on his shoulder to enjoy the rest of the film. ​​

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