My Drunk Ki(ss)tchen #hartgrid / #hangrid story

Chapter 1

"You're beautiful, Ingrid" says Hannah, her voice a bit raspy; hesitant.

You're meant to be shooting an episode of MDK, but the unnecessary amount of 'Game of Thrones' quizzes on the internet were calling your names.

You've been waiting for her to make a move all night- the tension was so obvious.

Sitting in the warmly lit space, you lick your lips and taste the whiskey you've both been drinking,before dragging your brown eyes up to meet Hannah's bright blue ones.

You hold her gaze, your eyes drop down to her full lips and back up again, trying to signal your intentions,asking for permission.

Hannah's eyes hold no uncertainty, you both know what you want. What you've been wanting since you stepped into her house.

You're mildly surprised as you see she's the one to start leaning in, her body moving tentatively closer to yours, her hand resting on your side, the other tracing your jaw line; sending shivers down your spine. before her soft lips connect with yours.

You're frozen at first, savoring this moment, memorizing everything from the mild taste of whiskey on her lips, to the warmth of her hands, before you lean into her, and kiss her back.

You feel Hannah gently push you back into the couch, taking control, gently touching the sides of your face, and slowly moving down your body; tracing your neck, your shoulders, gently caressing your sides, and coming to a firm rest on your hips, all while your lips move softly against hers.

Its such a beautiful moment, you think. Hannah filling your senses, your minds and bodies completely in tune with each other.

Her tongue runs along your lower lip,and you feel her exhale sharply as you part your lips, and allow her to explore your mouth, before your tongue gently meets hers.

You run your fingers through her hair,feeling the texture change from one side to the other, and smile into the kiss because it's so undeniably Hannah; the asymmetrical style.You feel the buttons of her shirt brush against your body where your checkered crop top ends, and your pulse begins to quicken as her body grinds with increasing pressure into yours.

You become aware of your position,Hannah's almost on top of you, and you can feel her breathing become more labored as your hands begin to explore her body more freely.

You run your fingers down her back,gripping her hips as you feel her hands running up your sides underneath your shirt, her thumbs running up the middle of your torso.

Hannah begins to slow down, her hands coming back up to rest on your cheeks, using one arm she moves herself away from you.

As your lips part you let out an involuntary whimper, personal space is not what you want right now.

When you open your eyes, Hannah's smiling lazily, eyes locked on your lips. You smile back and grab her hand, interlocking your fingers with hers.

Hannah mumbles something about finishing up the shoot and then continuing this conversation later,and you wipe the smudged lipstick off your face and hers before walking back on set, and giving her one final peck on the cheek before the camera turns on.