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Seducing grace helbig (part 3)

Hannah spends the next day in a state of nervous excitement. Half of her is consumed with panic because of Grace but the other half is calm, because it's Grace. She paces around pointlessly for almost an hour before she finally decides to make her nerves productive and ends up cleaning her whole house.
She debates over what to wear for an age before finally settling on a white shirt, grey vest and black tie. It's smart enough to look good but casual enough that she won't seem too eager.
Around four, she drives over to the florists and picks up a single, bright orange rose before heading to Grace's house. She knocks on the door at exactly seven minutes past five.
Grace opens the door and just as Hannah is about to say something incredibly suave, she hears Mamrie's voice.
"Hey Hannah!"
Hannah's jaw drops. She stares at Grace with what is probably a completely ridiculous expression and Grace shrugs helplessly.
"Mamrie's here," she points out needlessly.
Hannah's head drops to her chest and she lets out a slightly hysterical giggle before shaking her head in resignation. Smiling ruefully at Grace, she hands over the rose and steps past her.
"Hey Mametown!" She says cheerfully. Mamrie holds up a hand and Hannah high-fives her as Grace slips the rose onto a shelf outside of Mamrie's sight.
Okay, so the evening isn't going as planned. That's okay. Mamrie is her friend. Just because Grace looks amazing and all Hannah wants to do is back her into the wall and kiss her senseless doesn't mean she can be rude to her friend. Her best friend. Mamrie is her friend. You can't kill your friends.
Grace walks behind her and Hannah feels a hand ghost across the small of her back.
She fucking hates Mamrie right now.
-
By eleven o'clock all three of them are drunk. They're watching an old episode of Real Housewives and Mamrie is doing a running commentary that Hannah would no doubt find hilarious if she wasn't slowly going insane. She focuses on Mamrie as much as she can because Grace is licking her lips every time Hannah looks at her and she's pretty sure her blood pressure is reaching dangerous levels. Her phone buzzes in her pocket and she checks it quickly. Grace's name is on the screen and Hannah fights to keep a straight face as she reads the text that Grace has managed to send without either her or Mamrie noticing.
Mamrie needs to leave. Soon.
Hannah makes sure Mamrie isn't looking before she replies.
You can't kick her out, Grace. She's not stupid, she'll figure it out.
I don't care, comes the reply, I've been sitting here all night thinking about you touching me.
Hannah knows this is a bad idea, but Mamrie isn't paying attention to them and fuck it, she's too drunk to care.
I've been thinking about touching you too. I'm thinking about it now.
Tell me
I want to kiss you.
Is that all?
No, but I'm not doing this with Mamrie in the room.
I'm wet, Hannah
Hannah's head snaps up from her phone. Grace is staring at her, lips lifted in a suggestive half-smile. She shifts slightly in her chair, crossing her legs and Hannah can see the muscles in her thighs tense as she presses them together tightly. She stretches her arms over her head and out, casually enough that Mamrie doesn't turn her head, but her shirt is pulled taut against her chest and Hannah swallows, hard, as a strip of tanned skin shows between the shirt and Grace's pants.
She looks back down at her phone before she spontaneously combusts.
Really?
Yes. I want you. Now.
Fucking hell Grace, don't do this to me.
Then stop looking at me like that
Like what?!
Like you're thinking about fucking me
I can't help that! I AM thinking about it, Hannah texts, feeling her body respond to Grace's words.
Then help me get rid of Mamrie so you can actually DO it. What gives you the right to have eyes that fucking blue, anyway?
Grace is still staring at her and Hannah squirms in her chair, aware of the growing throb between her legs. Grace's smile turns triumphant.
Fine. Hannah texts. Play along.
She yawns.
"Hey guys, I'm beat," she says. "I'm gonna call it a night."
Grace frowns.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Can I leave my car till tomorrow?"
"Of course!"
Grace sounds completely normal. There's no hint of arousal in her voice and Hannah can't help but be impressed.
"You're such a fucking lightweight, Hannah!" Mamrie teases.
"Yeah, yeah," Hannah says good-naturedly, trying not to let her own arousal show as Grace stretches again and yawns exaggeratedly.
"You too?" Mamrie demands, outraged.
"Sorry Mames," Grace says innocently, looking right at Hannah, "I didn't get much sleep last night."
Hannah is glad Mamrie is looking at Grace because she's pretty sure she's turning purple right now.
"Ugh, fine," Mamrie says, pulling out her own phone. "Hannah, do you want me to call you a taxi too?"
Hannah shakes her head.
"I'll walk it. Work off some of the booze, you know?"
"Okay."
They joke around for a while as they wait for Mamrie's taxi to arrive. Hannah doesn't look at Grace directly, but she can feel the weight of her stare on her skin. Finally, a car horn sounds outside and Mamrie grabs her purse. Grace waves lazily as Hannah jumps up to hug Mamrie and just about resists the urge to shove her bodily out of the house. Hannah waves to her from the doorstep and as soon as the taxi is out of sight, she closes the door and leans her forehead against it.
"Hannah," Grace says from behind her. Hannah doesn't turn, instead she lifts a single finger in a 'give me a minute' gesture.
"Hannah," Grace says again and her voice is low and rough, "turn around."
Hannah turns. Grace is sitting on the sofa, arms lying outstretched across the backrest, looking entirely too pleased with herself. Hannah remembers she's supposed to be the one doing the seducing here and deliberately looks Grace up and down before stalking towards her. Grace's slightly smug smile falters as Hannah leans down, bracing one hand on either side of Grace's head. She looks at Grace with as much intensity as she can muster, determined to give her a taste of her own medicine.
Grace licks her lips nervously.
"Are you going to kiss me?" She asks.
"Maybe," Hannah answers, and Grace frowns.
"We're pretty drunk, Grace," Hannah says teasingly, "I wouldn't want to take advantage."
Even as she speaks, she leans further down until their lips are barely an inch apart. Grace takes a deep breath and her eyes flutter closed. Hannah leans closer still, until their breath mingles together, and slides one hand into Grace's hair.
"Hannah," Grace whispers against her lips, "please..."
"Please what, baby?" Hannah murmurs and Grace gives a tiny, helpless shake of her head. Hannah waits a long moment before finally, finally letting her lips brush lightly against Grace's.
Grace gives a tiny moan that makes the hair rise on Hannah's arms, and her lips part as she breathes raggedly. Hannah does it again, a touch so light it's barely a kiss, and when Grace lifts her hand to pull her closer, she steps away.
Grace's eyes open and she stares at Hannah in outrage, but before she can protest, Hannah raises her finger in the 'wait' gesture again.
Looking Grace in the eye, she slowly pulls her tie open, tugging it from around her neck and dropping it at her feet. She sees Grace's hands curl into fists and smirks. Next, she shrugs off her vest and lets it fall into a crumpled heap behind her. Grace bites her lip unconsciously, watching as Hannah undoes first the top button of her shirt, then the second, so that the top of her tattoo is just barely visible.
"Eyes are up here, Helbig," Hannah teases and Grace's gaze snaps up to meet hers. She blushes and glances away and Hannah moves forward again. Her shirt is short-sleeved and the muscles in her arms tense visibly as she braces against the sofa, leaning into Grace's personal space again. Grace glances down at the opening of her shirt and then looks up at Hannah from under hooded lids.
"Kiss me," Grace breathes, and Hannah does.
She kisses Grace gently at first, slowly. When Grace lifts her hands to caress Hannah's face, Hannah grasps her wrists and presses them firmly back against the sofa. Grace whimpers and Hannah kisses her harder, biting at her bottom lip before licking it gently. Grace tries to lift her hands again and Hannah smiles slightly as she holds her in place. She breaks the kiss and rests her forehead against Grace's.
"Stop," she instructs, "you wanted me to touch you, so that's what's going to happen."
Grace exhales sharply. "Fucking do it then!"
Hannah smiles and straddles Grace. "Better?" Hannah purrs into her ear.
Grace nods jerkily and Hannah tilts her head and kisses the soft skin on her neck. Grace's hips rise and Hannah lets go of her wrists and leans back, enjoying the delicate pink flush spreading over Grace's skin. Slowly, deliberately, she undoes the top button of Grace's shirt, then the second, then the third. Grace's breathing becoming laboured as she pauses over the fourth button.
"You sure, Grace?" All joking aside, they have been drinking and Hannah feels like she needs a clear yes before this goes any further.
"I swear to God Hannah if you don't put your fucking hands on me right now I'm going to break your arm."
Okay then.
Hannah smiles and undoes the other buttons, tugging Grace's shirt off and throwing it over her shoulder. She takes in the sight for a moment and then leans forward and kisses her way along Grace's collarbone and up her throat until their lips meet again. As they kiss, Hannah uses the very tips of her fingers to trace up Grace's arms and down over her shoulders, teasing the outer curve of her breasts and tickling gently at her ribs. Grace bites her lip in warning and Hannah chuckles softly.
She does it again, this time following the line of Grace's bra so that her fingertips meet in the valley between Grace's breasts and slide down, stroking over her stomach until they hit the top of her pants. Grace lifts her hips encouragingly but Hannah lets her hands slip sideways and repeats the whole motion again. This time she lingers at the end, fiddling idly with the button of Grace's jeans. Grace's hands land on her thighs and squeeze, but Hannah doesn't restrain her again. Instead, she strokes the soft skin of Grace's belly, feeling the muscles underneath flex and relax rhythmically. Her hands slide upwards again and graze Grace's breasts as they pass, drawing a sharp breath as Hannah cups her face tenderly.
"Hannah, I swear to God..." Grace threatens, and Hannah silences her with another kiss before reaching down and unbuttoning her jeans with one hand. She grabs the zipper and slides it down, torturously slowly, until the low metallic rasp fills the whole room. Her spare hand slides into Grace's hair again and she rubs the back of her head gently.
"Patience, beautiful," Hannah murmurs, lisping slightly.
"Fuck you!" Grace replies, gripping harder at her thighs.
"Next time," Hannah promises, before dipping her head and sucking gently on Grace's throat.
Grace's head rolls back and she lets out a long, guttural moan as Hannah's hand finds its way back to Grace's stomach. This time she doesn't tease, she just slides upwards until her hand covers Grace's bra-clad breast.
"Hannah, please!" Grace begs and Hannah stands abruptly. Grace looks at her dazedly and Hannah takes a moment to appreciate the sight of Grace, half-undressed and dishevelled, looking up at her with raw desire.
"Bedroom," Hannah instructs, holding out a hand. Grace takes it and Hannah tugs her to her feet, pulling her close. The height difference means she's perfectly positioned to kiss Grace's collarbone again and she strokes one hand up Grace's spine and unsnaps her bra in a practiced motion. Grace gasps and Hannah turns and walks to the bedroom.
"Lose it," she instructs without looking back. She stops at the foot of Grace's bed and waits until she hears the door close and the sound of fabric hitting the floor before turning around.
Grace is standing, half-naked, against the door, self-consciously fiddling with her hair. She meets Hannah's gaze for a second and then looks away, embarrassed.
"Come here," Hannah says tenderly, holding out a hand. Grace steps forward, obviously fighting the urge to cover herself. Hannah turns them and pushes Grace gently until she sits on the end of the bed and then kneels in front of her.
"You're beautiful, Grace," she says sincerely. Without breaking eye contact, she unbuttons her own shirt the rest of the way and pulls it off, then reaches back and undoes her own bra. Grace bites her lip but doesn't look away from Hannah's eyes.
Hannah leans forward and kisses Grace again, pushing her backwards onto the bed. Grace shuffles backwards and Hannah follows, bracing herself over Grace's prone form so that their lips are the only part of them that touch. Grace lies back against the pillows and Hannah breaks the kiss and straightens up so she's kneeling between Grace's legs. She tugs Grace's jeans and underwear down, aware that Grace is finally letting herself look at Hannah for the first time. Once Grace is naked she leans down again and presses another barely-there kiss to Grace's swollen lips.
"So fucking beautiful," she says reverently. Her abs are starting to burn from holding herself over Grace, but when she feels tentative hands at the fastening of her own pants she lifts her hips further, silently encouraging. Grace's breathing speeds up as she undoes them and Hannah can't tell whether it's from arousal or nerves, so once Grace slides the zipper down she takes over, kicking her pants and underwear off quickly, if inelegantly.
They look at each other, deeply aware of their mutual nakedness, and then Hannah kisses Grace with as much passion as she can muster and presses her entire body into her lover's.
Grace moans loudly and clutches at Hannah's back as she slides a leg between Grace's thighs, and wow, she wasn't kidding when she said she was wet. It's hot as hell and Hannah groans into the kiss before burying her face in the crook of Grace's neck. Grace is rocking against her and Hannah is tempted just to let her, to feel Grace get herself off against her leg while she whispers encouragements and vulgarities in her ear.
Instead she saves that idea for another time and kisses the slightly sweaty skin under her lips before murmuring directly into Grace's ear.
"Tell me how to touch you," she says, and her voice is so thick with arousal she barely recognises it.
"You know," Grace gasps, "you know what I want."
"I want you to say it," Hannah insists, nipping softly at her earlobe.
"Fuck, Hannah!" Grace says loudly.
"I need you to be more specific than that," Hannah teases.
"Hands- use your hands," Grace manages, and Hannah immediately shifts her weight to her left arm. Grace whimpers as the pressure between her legs vanishes, but before she can complain, Hannah slides a hand down her stomach and straight into the waiting wetness.
"Jesus!" Grace hisses as Hannah strokes slowly, up and down.
"More," she grunts, and reaches down to cover Hannah's hand with her own, pressing Hannah's fingers tightly against her clit and thrusting into them. Hannah obliges, stiffening her fingers and letting Grace rock into her hand. She leans forward and kisses the side of Grace's breast.
"Yes!" Grace says sharply. "That, do that."
Hannah has never been happier to multitask. She kisses a trail all over Grace's breasts before finally engulfing one reddened tip in her mouth and sucking gently. Grace swears under her breath and grabs Hannah's wrist, pushing her hand down. Hannah obliges her unspoken demand and slips two fingers inside her.
There's a moment's pause and Hannah looks Grace in the eye, making sure she's okay. Grace's eyes have darkened to onyx in the low light and she looks at Hannah with absolute trust and passion. Hannah moves, pulling nearly all the way out and sliding home again with deliberate slowness. Grace's eyes roll back and her head drops against the pillow as Hannah does it again, curling her fingers slightly.
Grace starts to mumble a stream of obscenities and Hannah feels her get even wetter, if that's possible. She keeps going, thrusting slowly in and out, feeling Grace's hips roll under her hand.
"Fucking...harder, damn it!" Grace mutters, but Hannah ignores her, preferring to keep going with this slow build-up. Grace's moans get higher in pitch and Hannah can feel her clamping down on her fingers, trying to relieve the tension building inside her.
"Please, Hannah, more," Grace begs, and Hannah kisses her into silence. She keeps up her slow, teasing pace, ignoring the death grip Grace has on her wrist, and shifts her weight onto her knees.
"More?" She asks, tasting Grace's desperation in her irregular breathing.
"Yes!"
Hannah kisses Grace's breast again, then her ribs, then the smooth skin just above her belly button.
"This?"
"Fuck! Yes. Please!"
"Say it," Hannah reminds her.
"Your mouth, you fucking little- use your mouth. Put your goddamn tongue on me, Hannah!"
Hannah grins at the frustration in Grace's voice and kisses her way, slowly, down Grace's stomach until she settles between her legs. She hooks her spare arm under Grace's thigh and feels Grace's heels hit her back.
She stops moving her hand, leaving her fingers buried deep inside Grace, and waits a moment until she hears her grunt in frustration.
"Hannah!" Grace yells, "stop teasing and fuck me!"
Hannah grins briefly and places the lightest kiss on Grace's inner thigh. Grace jerks, and moans as Hannah's fingers hit a sensitive spot inside her. Hannah kisses the other thigh and feels Grace's hand grab at her hair.
"Please," Grace whispers brokenly, and Hannah relents. She leans forward and tastes her lover for the first time.
"Oh God," Grace whimpers as Hannah's hand starts to move inside her again, faster and harder than before. Hannah feels Grace pull at her hair as she moves in time with Hannah's thrusts, and she starts timing her breathing to match Grace's movements. She alternates short, quick strokes of her tongue with long, languorous ones and after a couple of minutes she feels the first quivers of Grace's orgasm start to build.
"Oh god, oh fuck, Hannah don't you fucking dare stop I'm so close, please baby- oh Jesus fuck what are you doing to me?"
Hannah wonders briefly if Grace is aware she's talking out loud. She considers slowing down, easing Grace away from her orgasm and prolonging the whole thing, but she really wants to feel Grace come right now, and she's pretty sure if she did slow down Grace would actually murder her, so she presses, hard, with her tongue, thrusts deep into her and holds her breath as Grace yanks Hannah's face hard against herself and convulses with pleasure.
It lasts a couple of seconds and then Grace collapses against the bed, limp and panting. Hannah licks her lips as she crawls up the bed, and presses a gentle kiss to Grace's sweat-dampened temple.
"Holy shit," Grace breathes, and Hannah allows herself a smug smile. The back of her scalp is stinging like crazy from having her hair pulled, but she doesn't mind. Grace reaches out and takes her hand, lacing their fingers together, then lifts it to her lips and kisses it gently. Hannah snags the covers with her foot and pulls them up, aware that they're cooling off quickly.
"We're doing that again, right?" Grace mumbles sleepily, and Hannah smiles again.
"Count on it."
-
Hannah wakes early the next morning to find Grace wrapped around her. She spends a few moments basking in the moment before easing slowly out of bed and padding quietly into the kitchen, wearing Grace's robe. She puts a breakfast tray together, feeds Goose, fills a spare mug with water and drops in the rose she brought last night. She takes the tray into the bedroom and finds Grace sitting up, rubbing her eyes blearily with the sheets pooled around her waist.
"Good morning," Hannah says and gets a sleepy grin in return.
"You made breakfast?" Grace asks, smiling with shy pleasure.
"I did," Hannah confirms, setting in on the bed and handing Grace her coffee. They eat in silence for a few minutes before Grace speaks.
"Hannah, listen. I want you to know, last night wasn't just some straight-girl experiment for me. I know you've been burned by girls like that before, but-"
Hannah holds up a hand, smiling indulgently.
"Dude, I trust you," she says simply, "you'd never hurt me like that."
Grace blushes and looks away, and Hannah changes the subject.
"So, do you want to tell anyone about this? Mamrie, maybe?"
Grace laughs and grabs her phone from the side table. She taps it purposefully a couple of times and hands it to Hannah, who reads the text message Mamrie apparently sent Grace a few minutes previously.
You totally fucked Hannah last night, didn't you?
Hannah laughs ruefully.
"I guess we weren't too subtle, huh?" She acknowledges. Grace takes the phone back and types out a short reply, holding it up so Hannah can see.
Yup