Head nestled into the safety of Connor's chest, the protective weight of his arm across her, Hannah floated in the safety of his control and his care. Oh he'd pushed her, pushed her hard even though to an outsider it might seem like fairly tame, harmless fun. It wasn't though, not for her and the flashlight of Connor's dominance had revealed to him more about her psyche than even Hannah herself knew. Pushed by him in front of Jessi, sweetly seduced - there was no better word she felt - by Jessi into doing things she'd never even hinted at being interested in, Hannah was in emotional tatters. Not they kind that led to you flying apart and breaking down but the kind that allowed you to stretch and grow without breaking. On the verge of being drunk - Hannah didn't handle alcohol well at all - she felt herself slip into and out of and back into that wonderful head space where...<br/><br/>Where you just were. You didn't have to think, you just felt and did and lived. There would be time later for the come down if she was sucked deep enough into it but for right now things were neither bad nor good. Those words, those states, just didn't exist where Connor took her head. She just was and things seemed to happen around her, to her, but they didn't carry any guilt or worry. She wasn't in control so how could those things trouble Hannah's heart?<br/><br/>For a moment she pushed back into the real world, enough to make her lift her head a bit to Connor's lips for a deep, needy kiss. He tasted like tequila and Connor, that sensual spice that was uniquely his that made her want to drown in his kisses. A little desperate she continued, deepened, the kiss until her lips were going to feel bruised and sensitive tomorrow. It was so transparent a play, so obvious she was trying to keep his attention off Jessi.<br/><br/>"Where's your boyfriend?" she asked suddenly, aggressively asserting her claim on Connor in a way that was wildly foreign to him. In their dynamic power flowed from him to her and Hannah was now openly pushing back in that flow, claiming instead of being claimed. "Maybe you should invite him over."<br/><br/>Heat, the sheer overwhelming energy of the conflicting emotions, and the evil tequila in her tummy swirled and made her sleepy nauseous all of a sudden. “I think I need to lay down, sir.” The word came out, unguarded and careless, a sign of her state. Hannah used Connor's shoulder as a brace, he,led by his strong capable hands on her waist, and stepped out of the hot tub. A nearby lounger beckoned but it was just too far and besides she wanted to stay by him, her rock and her world. Hannah curled up at the edge of the tub, head pillowed on her arm and the other hand pressed into Connor's upper back. She always wanted to sleep touching him, his skin, for the comfort it brought.