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Seducing grace helbig (part 2)

The next morning, Hannah takes a load of photos of Fort Hartbig before she dismantles it. She orders breakfast and while she waits she texts Grace.
Good morning, beautiful.
It's 8 am Hannah. Go fuck yourself
Hannah laughs.
Have you had breakfast yet?
If by breakfast you mean coffee then no
I have coffee AND breakfast on the way.
Go away I hate you
Hannah knows she's grinning at her phone like a dumbass, and she doesn't care.
I ordered you pancakes. Get your butt over here.
After a minute or so there's a knock at the door. Hannah lets Grace in and tries very hard not to laugh.
"Grace, how can you drink vodka like water but half a bottle of champagne does this to you?"
It's true, Grace is looking green around the gills. Her hair is pulled into a rough ponytail and her eyelids are heavy, and even though she's clearly suffering, Hannah can't help but find it adorable.
"Fuck off," Grace mumbles half-heartedly, "you drank as much as I did, how are you so cheerful?"
"Must be the company," Hannah grins. Grace glares at her blearily before flipping her off.
There's another knock at the door. Hannah takes delivery of their breakfast and sets it up on the small table as Grace splashes water on her face in the bathroom.
They eat in relaxed silence and Grace starts to look a little more human after three cups of coffee.
"What time is our flight?" She asks. Hannah checks her phone.
"Two thirty." Grace nods and gazes out of the window. Hannah watches her, admiring the messy sweep of her hair and the line of her throat. She can tell Grace is aware of her gaze by the pink flush creeping over her skin. Finally Grace meets her eyes, a shy smile tugging at her lips. Hannah doesn't look away or lessen the intensity of her stare.
They look at each other for a long moment. Grace's gaze flicks down to Hannah lips for a second and she swallows.
"What?" Grace asks.
Hannah smiles. "Nothing. I just like looking at you."
Apparently Grace doesn't have a response to that.
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When Hannah gets home she's run out of clean vests, so the first thing she does is laundry, because priorities. The second thing she does is text Grace.
What are you doing?
The response comes instantly.
In the 47 minutes since you last saw me?
Don't pretend you aren't already missing me.
Grace's response is a photo of Goose's butt. Hannah laughs as she types her reply.
Extreme Makeover: Grace Helbig Edition! That's your 'after' shot, right?
Fuck you
Buy a girl a drink first!
Hannah hesitates over the send button, wondering if that's too much, too soon.
"Screw it," she says out loud and sends the message. She drops her phone and walks away.
Halfway through making a sandwich her phone goes off again.
It's a snapchat rather than a text message. Hannah opens it and nearly drops her phone.
It only lasts a single second, but that's more than enough. Grace has sent a photo of herself staring intensely into the camera; lips parted, hair tousled, and naked shoulders visible at the bottom of the frame. It's maybe the sexiest thing Hannah's ever seen, and she's seen Beyoncé.
A text message follows immediately.
Like you wouldn't come running
Holy shit. Hannah takes a deep breath and grins. If Grace wants to play it this way, they'll play it this way.
It takes a couple of attempts before she gets it right but finally Hannah sends Grace her own snapchat; a two second close-up video of her own mouth as she licks and then bites her bottom lip.
She follows up with her own text message.
You should be so lucky, lady.
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They text back and forth for two days and the messages go from flirtatious to naughty to bordering on explicit. Apparently now that Hannah is pursuing her, Grace is fine with letting her own interest show.
On the third day, Hannah wakes up around three am when her phone buzzes violently against her bedside table. It's another message from Grace.
I was just dreaming about you...
Hannah thinks about going back to sleep and replying in the morning, but something about those three dots intrigues her.
Tell me.
I dreamed you were with me
At your house? Hannah replies.
In my bed
Hannah's eyebrows rise.
What was I doing there?
Moaning
Fuck. This is not going to plan. She's supposed to be the one seducing Grace, not the other way around. She shakes her head briefly to dispel the last traces of sleep and texts back.
Oh, I'm sure I wouldn't complain too much if I found myself in your bed, Grace.
Hannah pictures Grace rolling her eyes at her deliberate misunderstanding and smirks as she sends another text immediately after the first.
And even if I did, you wouldn't notice on account of all the screaming you'd be doing.
It takes a minute for Grace to reply. Hannah wonders if, like her, Grace is considering how far to take this right now.
Conceited much, Hannah? :p
Hannah considers how to respond for a split second before throwing caution to the wind.
No, because before I get in your bed, you're going to tell me exactly where and how you like to be touched. I'm going to know where to kiss and where to bite, when to be gentle and when to be rough, because you're going to tell me.
This is it, the point of no return. She waits for Grace's response half eagerly, half nervously.
Now?
Hannah grins in triumph.
Right now. Tell me what I'd be doing if I was there with you. Tell me how you want me to touch you.
It takes Grace a minute to reply and Hannah almost starts to worry, but before she can start writing an apology, Grace comes through.
First you start stroking my arm like you did in Toronto
Hannah breathes a small sigh of relief.
Did you like that?
Yeah
Then what?
Then you kiss me. You're gentle to start with but pretty soon you push me down and really kiss me
Keep going.
You kiss down my neck and bite my shoulder
Hard? Hannah replies.
Gentle for now
What are my hands doing?
Going up and down my sides, teasing – I know you like to tease
Hannah grins.
I do. Do you like to be teased?
Yeah
I'll remember that. What next?
You keep kissing downwards until you get to my boobs.
Hannah doesn't want to break the mood so she makes a mental note to tease Grace later about her choice of phrasing. Seriously, 'boobs'?
You spend a lot of time there
Do you like having your breasts touched Grace? Are they sensitive?
Yeah they are
Are you touching them now?
It takes Grace a while to reply, but Hannah's feeling more sure of herself now, so she waits patiently.
Yes
Good. How do you like it? Should I be gentle or leave my mark on you?
Hannah tries to concentrate, tries to ignore the insistent throb between her legs at the thought of Grace touching herself as they talk, but she can't help giving in to the urge to slip her own hand into her pyjama shorts. She's already wet.
Be gentle to start with
What next?
Next you touch me
Where?
You know where
Tell me anyway.
No
Hannah lets it go.
Are you wet? She asks, feeling her own arousal build.
Yes
Hannah wonders if either of them know whether they're still talking about the fantasy or not.
How do I touch you?
Slowly, just stroking me until I can't take any more teasing then you put your fingers insode me
Insode?  Hannah teases, even as she does exactly what Grace is describing, panting slightly as she slides inside herself.
It's hard tot ype with just my left hand, Hannah
She inhales sharply at that and her hips jerk into her own hand.
I'm managing it.
Really?
Yeah. Keep talking.
You're fucking me with two fingers and you move down so your head is between my legs
It's getting pretty hard to focus, so Hannah goes for the essentials.
Am I still being gentle?
No
Are you being gentle now?
No
Hannah pictures Grace lying in bed, fantasising about Hannah fucking her as she touches herself. She feels her own orgasm start to build.
Do you want to come? She asks.
Yes
Are you close?
Yes
Me too
Fuck Hannnah, I wish you were touching me right now
Me too. You're gonna come for me, aren't you?
Yes
Hannah's orgasm takes her by surprise. Her head snaps back against the pillow and she drops her phone as she grabs at the headboard, hips rolling as she rides it out. Afterwards she takes a couple of shaky breaths and picks up the phone again.
Good, cause I just came for you.
Grace doesn't reply for a few moments and Hannah's eyes start to drift closed before her phone vibrates again.
That was intense...
Hannah chuckles.
See? I can make you come when we're not even in the same building. Still think I'm conceited? :p
Yes
Want me to come over tomorrow night?
Yes
Hannah laughs again.
Then go to sleep, beautiful. You're going to need your rest. Sweet dreams!