Girls Love Girls And Boys | Hartbig

Chapter Six

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The door shuts softly behind them, clicking into place. Hannah's breath hitches in her throat and her cheeks flush. She turns to face Grace and finds Grace's brown eyes smoldering with lust. Hannah lets out a shaky breath. Grace raises her eyebrows, asking for consent. Hannah nods, not having enough breath to push out a yes. Grace crushes her lips against Hannah's, her teeth biting hard on Hannah's bottom lip. Hannah moans into Grace's mouth.

Grace's lips travel over Hannah's jaw and onto her neck, her tongue flicking teasingly over Hannah's warm skin. "You're mine." Grace whispers against Hannah's neck. The hair on Hannah's neck stands up straight and the breath sends shivers down her spine. Grace flings Hannah's shirt off and tugs Hannah's pants down. Hannah unclips her bra and flicks it to the side. Grace picks Hannah up and Hannah hitches her leg onto the small of Grace's back. Grace tosses Hannah gently onto the bed.

Hannah is out of breath and aroused, watching Grace take off her shirt and pants, leaving her underwear on. Grace climbs over Hannah's frame and kisses Hannah on the mouth again. "Gracie, please." Hannah groans into Grace's mouth. Grace knows what she means and moves her hand down to Hannah's aching mark. Hannah's back arches as Grace's fingers graze her underwear where it's wet.

Grace takes Hannah's underwear off slowly and then bend her head to Hannah's thighs. Grace diverts her attention to Hannah's soaked underwear and finds her own underwear becoming quite wet as she tugs Hannah's off. Grace keeps composure as she bends her head expertly to Hannah's arousal. For someone seemingly straight to society, Grace knows her way around.

Her lips press gingerly on Hannah's thighs, sending a tingling response up Hannah's spine. Hannah inhales sharply as Grace bites gently on the sensitive skin. Grace can feel her perspiration as she moves forward and pushes her tongue against Hannah and enters, earning a groan from Hannah. Grace sets a tempo and Hannah rocks her hips along.

"Gr-grace." Hannah sighs. Grace replaces her tonuge with her fingers, sliding in two digits sloppily, not needing to lube up because of the previous actions. She looks at Hannah, who's face and chest are flushed. The room goes silent and then suddenly there's some little motion that pushes Hannah over and she's stuck with her mouth open wide in silent arousal as her back arches and Grace's fingers are pulled gently out. "I'm yours." Hannah breathes out.

Grace smiles and pulls the covers back, motioning for Hannah to climb under them with her. Grace takes Hannah's small body into her arms and kisses Hannah's head sweetly. They lie contentedly, the cotton sheets brushing the smooth legs that are entangled under the covers. Grace rests her head in the crook of Hannah's neck and buries her face there, inhaling Hannah's tang of eucalyptus and mint lotion. Hannah closes her eyes happily, the warm feeling of Grace's secure arms around her enough to make her feel like she's safe forever. And they fall asleep this way, in this perfect and irrevocable togetherness.

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"I'm going to go have a shower babe." Hannah mumbles sleepily when she wakes up. Grace pouts her bottom lip and little.

"Don't leave me alone." Grace whines semi jokingly. Hannah smiles and detangles herself from the covers. She stretches and goes to grab some clothes.

"You could always get in with me." Hannah suggests, smirking suggestively. Grace bites her lip and walks over to the smaller girl, wounding her arms around Hannah's waist.

"I would love nothing more." Grace whispers sensually, kissing Hannah's neck quickly. Hannah turns around and pecks Grace's lips.

"I'll go get the water running." Hannah says, walking to the bathroom. Grace grins widely and flits across the room to get clothes and bathroom products.

Knock knock knock.

Grace's head shoots up and she looks at the door. Who would be knocking at 8am? Grace asks herself. Assuming it's Mamrie, Grace goes and looks through the peephole quickly. Who she sees is not Mamrie. It's Chester, standing outside with a bouquet of roses and a nice shirt on. Grace's eyes get wide and she slides her back down the other side of the door. I cannot answer the door to Chester See wearing nothing but Hannah's Practice Reckless Optimism shirt and my underwear. This cannot be happening. Grace thinks to herself. She runs across to her suitcase and pulls on sweatpants and goes to open the door.

"Hey, Chester." Grace mutters awkwardly, trying not to look at the flowers.

"Um, hey Grace." Chester mumbles back. "Can we talk?"