Their Best Chance (#hangrid, lesbian story)

Vidcon Date Night

"You know Tumblr's gonna be all over these right?" Ingrid watched her and Hannah's snaps from the last few days and imagined how they would play to some random, observant fan. "Us walking back to our room with food. You watching my beauty panel, you QUOTING me from the beauty panel, you snapping me leaving the sexual orientation panel stage... it is SO obvious!"

Hannah laughed. "Babe, those are the least ship-y things we've posted, or done, in weeks! We post snaps from opposite sides of various breakfast tables every freakin' day. I snapped from your bed last week! I think the jig is up. Besides, I'm starting to change my mind about us Grester-ing. I want to shout it from the rooftops how much I love you! The world should know! Especially since they kind of already do anyway, and I'm glad!"

With a wild grin Hannah crossed the room and straddled Ingrid where she sat primly on the edge of the bed. Hannah spread her legs across Ingrid's lap so they were face to face, chest to chest, everything to everything. Ingrid felt a surge of heat between her legs as Hannah's weight settled on to her lap.

"Mmm babe, you know that I feel the same way. All I want is for everyone to know that I'm yours and you're mine. But your team keeps saying no!"

Hannah sighed and, still straddling her, wrapped her arms around Ingrid's lower back.

"I know. I knowwww. I might need to call a meeting to talk strategy and figure out the best way to announce us. I just don't know how much longer I can keep from sharing with the whole damn world how lucky and in love I am."

She kissed her then, long and lingering. As they chased each other's mouths Ingrid ran a hand through Hannah's platinum hair, tangled it there, tugged just a bit.

"UNF." Hannah moaned into Ingrid's mouth. Ingrid smiled smugly as Hannah pulled away and looked down at her with lidded eyes. Bedroom eyes.

"I need to fuck you. Now."

As Hannah pushed her gently backwards onto the bed and straddled her on all fours, her hand slowly tracing up the line of Ingrid's thigh under her skirt, Ingrid couldn't believe that this was her life.

Just two months ago she was just Ingrid, beauty/lifestyle blogger, straight girl. But now? Now she was INGRID NILSEN, new lesbian icon, fighter against femme invisibility, girlfriend of Hannah Hart, and about to be fucked out of her mind.

THIS was HER LIFE.

It was really fucking amazing what telling the truth could do.

Ingrid snapped out of her reverie as Hannah said "Okay, so-- can this come off now, please and thank you?"

She was staring derisively at Ingrid's white polka dot dress with the dark blue collar. She had told Ingrid it looked great, perfect, adorable hours earlier as they got ready for the panel, but now, it was a horrible roadblock, keeping Hannah from full access to Ingrid's body. Now, it had overstayed its welcome. It had to go.

"Yes, yes! Sorryyyy!" Ingrid laughed breathlessly as she sat up and they both tugged the dress over her head.

"Mmm thank you," Hannah breathed, immediately nuzzling into the sweet space between Ingrid's breasts. "Ooh I've missed you."

"Weren't you just here this morning?" Ingrid asked with a laugh. Her mind flashed back to their quickie that morning--a perfect way to start the day before the controlled chaos of panels and meet and greets and photo ops began.

"Well, yes, but it's still been too long."

Still straddling her, Hannah gently kissed the insides of each breast, cupping one gently in her free hand, as the other hand kept her from falling completely on top of Ingrid. Full body contact would come later, Ingrid knew. But for now, the distance between their bodies as Hannah fondled her was exquisite torture.

"Ah! Ohmygod. Babe. YES." Ingrid moaned and her hips bucked up off the bed as Hannah took one of her hard nipples into her mouth and sucked. Hard. "Ohhh. Yesyesyes."

Ingrid felt Hannah's lips curve into a smile against her breast. Ingrid pulled Hannah's body flat on top of hers, and started undoing her pants as Hannah stared into her eyes, their faces mere inches from each other.

Ingrid quickly loosened Hannah's belt, then realized her pants had a button fly and groaned. "Why are so many things getting in the way of you being naked on top of me right now?!"

Without a word, and without breaking eye contact, Hannah quickly undid her pants and kicked them off, holding herself up over Ingrid as she did so, never taking her eyes off of her.

"Much, much better." Ingrid grabbed Hannah's tight ass and pulled her back down to be in full contact with her own body. Ingrid arched her back and Hannah shifted slightly so that the lips of their vaginas met. They both moaned at the connection. This was the best kind of kiss, in Ingrid's humble opinion. The French could suck it.

They fell into a sweet rhythm together, hips pumping in unison, creating pressure and friction and moments of frustrating distance and perfect connection that had them both glowing with exertion and bliss in a few short minutes. Hannah cupped Ingrid's face in her hands, kissed her sweetly, said she loved her.

"I love you too, babe. So so much. And I want you inside me. Please. Now?"

Hannah grinned. "I thought you'd never ask."

Part 3 IS UP-if you can't see it message me on tumblr and I'll send you the link! It was marked Private by Wattpad :/