black & gold

Chapter 13 (NSFW)

After three nights of Hannah staying with Grace in her room, Theresa finally broke down
and told the younger girl that she would need to sleep in the guest room for the remainder
of her time at the Helbig residence. As okay as she was with Grace and Hannah's
relationship, she wasn't comfortable knowing that they had Grace's room to themselves
every night. And although Theresa wouldn't admit it, Grace's stepfather's
uncomfortableness with the situation was what ultimately prompted her to tell Hannah to
move.
But Hannah understood this - she really did. The only problem was that once she tucked
herself into an unfamiliar, sterile, white bed, all she could do was think about how much
she wished Grace was curled at her side. She had become fond of the feeling and she
quickly learned that sleeping without it would be difficult.
Down the hall and to the right, Grace was in a similar predicament. After spending an
hour trying to drift off, she eventually gives up and picked up her copy of Wuthering
Heights, staring at the pages until her head aches.
"Fuck," Grace groans and throws her book to the end of her bed, glancing over at her
analog clock that reads 2:03 AM.
Grace turns off the lamp beside her desk and rolls herself up in her sheets, shutting her
eyes and trying once again to fall asleep. Her mind, however, is occupied with Hannah.
Occupied with the way that her hands traveled up her thigh the other night when they
were making out on her bed. Occupied with the way Hannah's teeth drag against her
bottom lip and beg for access.
Before Grace can think of anything else Hannah-related, her hands slide beneath her
sheets and beneath the elastic band of her underwear. When cold fingers brush against
her, slow and sudden, Grace gasps into the darkness at just how painfully turned on she
is.
Grace pulls her hand out from under the sheets and runs her free hand through her hair,
sighing heavily.
"You can do this," Grace tells herself, staring at the light coming from underneath her
bedroom door, "All you have to do is go into her room. That's all."
Grace immediately realizes how ridiculous she sounds talking to herself in the dark and
she rolls her eyes. She wastes no time in jumping out of her sheets and tiptoeing towards
her door to open and close it quietly behind herself.
Hannah's door is cracked open slightly and the light shining through the sliver is almost
begging Grace to come in. Grace takes a breath and pushes the door open, sliding through
its gap and shutting it softly behind her.
"Isn't this against the rules?" Hannah asks with a smirk and looks up from her laptop, hair standing up on one side and damp from the shower.
Grace doesn't return the look. Instead, with a face drawn in seriousness, she walks
towards Hannah's bed and climbs on top of it, shutting Hannah's laptop and setting it on
the floor before placing herself on Hannah's lap where the Macbook once was.
"Your parents are down the hall," Hannah grumbles, but her hands still find their way to
Grace's waist and pull her closer.
Grace rests her hands on the brunette's shoulders and leans in, slowly, before whispering,
"I don't care," into Hannah's ear, earning a shudder from her girlfriend.
"Do you have anything under this?" Hannah swallows, hard, and holds the fabric of
Grace's shirt between two fingers.
Grace shakes her head, brushing her lips against Hannah's in the process, "No."
"Fuck," Hannah exhales and actively tries to restrain herself from moving her hands
anywhere below Grace's waist.
"It's okay," Grace whispers and grabs Hannah's hand, moving it to her thigh, "I want you
to."
Hannah's eyes flick up to Grace's and her mouth drops slightly, "Want me to... what?"
Because, honestly, she needs to be certain about what's about to happen.
Grace doesn't answer, instead she presses her lips to Hannah's and slides ones of her
hands under the younger girl's shirt, moving it up until -
"Jesus," Hannah gasps when Grace's hand clasps around one of her breasts, "Are we
really doing this?"
"Stop asking questions," Grace shakes her head connects her lips with Hannah's once
more, kissing her with a fire that the younger girl had never seen in Grace before.
It takes Hannah a moment to process the weight of what's happening, but once she does,
she lifts Grace up and throws her onto the bed, quickly positioning herself on top of her.
When Grace lifts her head to capture her girlfriend's lips once more, Hannah shakes her
head and pushes Grace back onto the bed, staring into her deep brown eyes as her hand
slowly slides up Grace's thigh.
When a soft moan escapes Grace's lips, she turns her head away from Hannah's gaze and
her cheeks flush crimson.
"Stop," Hannah whispers and leans in, pressing a kiss to Grace's neck, "Look at me."
Grace slowly looks back at Hannah, cheeks still pink.
"Take this off," Hannah says softly and tugs Grace's shirt upwards slightly. Grace nods and reaches down, pulling her XL shirt up and over her head before tossing it
aside. She immediately wraps her arms around her stomach and looks away from Hannah
because, well, maybe wearing absolutely nothing under her shirt wasn't the best of ideas.
Hannah really doesn't know what to do next. If this were one of her usual Track & Field
girls, she'd jump right in, but this is Grace. And she'd never seen anyone so perfect, or
soft, or fragile in her entire life.
"What, uh..." Hannah clears her throat, "What are you comfortable with me doing?"
Grace shakes her head, "Anything. I don't care. Just... if it's you, it's okay."
And that's a lot of fucking trust, Hannah thinks. Because she knows that Grace doesn't
know the mechanics of all of this just yet - she doesn't know exactly what goes where or
how it happens, but here she is, telling Hannah that she can do all of it to her. And that
would be okay.
Hannah swallows and presses a shaky hand to Grace's stomach, feeling the strain of
toned muscles under her skin. She moves her hand upwards, slowly, and rests it on her
heart, feeling the slow and steady beat beneath her palm. When Grace reaches up and
clasps her fingers around Hannah's over her chest, it becomes too much.
"No," Hannah shakes her head and pulls her hand away, sitting up and running a hand
through her hair, "I can't."
Those two words tear through Grace's core.
"Am I not..." Grace glances down at her body and protectively brings her arms around
her chest, shielding herself as best as she can, "Am I not what you thought I'd be?"
"No," Hannah says immediately, bending down and placing a hand on the side of Grace's
neck, steadying her head in place so she can capture her gaze, "You're so perfect, Grace.
The most perfect human being I've ever..." Hannah shakes her head, "You're too good.
For me. I'm not a good person, Grace. You deserve-"
"You're the best person I know," Grace says softly and her lips turn up in somewhat of a
shy smile, "And I want you to do this. Okay?"
"Grace-"
Grace silences Hannah with her lips and locks her fingers in her hair to keep her in place.
Her free hand tugs upwards on Hannah's v-neck, pulling it until Hannah gets the message
and takes it off the rest of the way, tossing it aside to join Grace's shirt on the floor.
When Hannah starts to move her way down Grace's body, Grace grabs her by her
shoulders and pulls her back up, "No," Grace whispers, brushing her lips against
Hannah's, "I want to be with you." Hannah's face scrunches in confusion, a line forming between her brows, as she tries to
think about what Grace could mean. Oh.
"I don't know," Hannah sighs and runs a hand through her hair because, really, she hasn't
ever been with a girl before. It's always been her, under the sheets while someone
writhed on the mattress. The only exception had been Emily - and even then, they
weren't together. It was Emily that was under the covers instead of the other way around.
But that had hurt her - she had given too much of herself that time around and she didn't
let it happen again.
But Grace is different. She's blonde hair sprawled across a pillow and the most innocent
of faces staring back at her with hope. Hope that her first time will be everything she'd
imagined it to be. Hope that Hannah will be there with her, the entire way through.
"It's fine," Grace says softly, "If you don't want to, that's-"
"I want to," Hannah decides and presses her lips back to Grace's before she can change
her mind.
After a minute, Hannah reaches down and slips her underwear off, stepping out of them
and letting them fall to the bed. Her fingers reach down and brush against Grace's core.
"Christ, Grace, you're so wet," Hannah exhales as her fingers slide between her folds.
Grace groans in response and Hannah isn't sure if it's from frustration or embarrassment,
but she likes the sound. And she wants to hear it again, so she presses her palm flat
against her, hard and sudden, and Grace's back arches off the bed. Hannah takes this
opportunity to lift her up in a seated position on top of her, capturing her lips and
thrusting her pelvis into Grace's own.
"Fff-" Hannah starts to curse, but her words cut off when Grace's hips thrust towards hers
this time.
She'd seen it done before - online and in movies, but she'd never done it herself.
Hannah's almost speechless from the feeling of holding someone in your arms, flesh and
blood, and moving with them. Together.
Their breathing becomes ragged and their hips move out of sync, but it's good. So good,
in fact, that Hannah feels herself close to the edge after no more than a minute.
"Grace, I'm gonna-"
"Wait," Grace whispers breathlessly and rests her forehead on Hannah's shoulder.
But, because she she can't really wait, Hannah adds her hand to the mix and rubs at
whatever her fingers find between their bodies until she feels her body go limp against
Grace's own. When she comes down from her high, her fingers still struggling to move
against Grace's clit, Grace unravels as well, hands gripping onto Hannah's back in a way that leaves the younger girl expecting bruises in the morning.
When the two girls collapse back onto the bed, Grace resting her head against Hannah's
chest, words don't need to be exchanged. It's a mutual feeling, Hannah figures. That it
was good. So, instead of commenting on what just happened, Hannah opens her mouth to
say something else.
But Grace beats her to it.
"I love you."
The words slide off of Grace's tongue like velvet, wrapping around every bone in
Hannah's body and keeping her warm. She doesn't say it back and Grace doesn't expect
her to. She expects so little, in fact, that her breathing steadies and she drifts off within
the next minute.
"I..." Hannah swallows and brushes a hand over Grace's head, careful not to stir the
sleeping girl, "I love you, too." Hannah buries her nose into Grace's hair and inhales,
breathing in every fiber of her being. "Please don't go. Please don't ever go."
Once she's sure Grace has slipped into a deep slumber, Hannah unwraps herself from
Grace's thin frame and slowly makes her way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind
herself and falling to the floor.
She cries.