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Izanami (NSFW)

Okay so I don't like the fanfic izanami, because it's really sad. So I just picked my favourite chapter.

Ten months out from the wedding, Hannah's lease finally expires. Most of her stuff has been at Grace's house for months and paying rent on an apartment she barely uses has been a pain in the ass. She and Grace load the last of her things onto the U-Haul and look at Hannah's now ex-front door.
"This was the first place I ever had that was just mine. I earned it, you know?" Hannah's voice wobbles a little and Grace pretends not to notice. She wraps her arm around Hannah's shoulders and squeezes once, briefly.
"You really did," She agrees.
Hannah sniffles quietly. "Bye, house." She lifts one hand in farewell and climbs into the truck.
Grace gets in the other side and grabs Hannah's keys from the dashboard. Trying not to let Hannah see, she removes the key to her own house - their house, now - that's Hannah's had for months. She slips it into her pocket and smiles innocently at Hannah as they drive back.
Hannah parks the truck and Grace tosses her keys over and busies herself pretending to tie her shoelace as Hannah goes to the door. She sees Hannah search for the key and jumps out.
"Babe, where's my key?" Hannah asks, sounding tired.
Grace smiles. "I thought we should do this right," she answers, "since it's official now." She presents the key, now with a bright red ribbon tied through it in a bow.
"Welcome home, Hannah Hart."
Hannah stares at the key and then at her. Her eyes well up a little. Grace knows that Hannah likes to mark big events and they hadn't really been able to do that up to now. Hannah hadn't officially moved in, she'd just kind of migrated over in some kind of domestic osmosis, but this is a milestone Grace can make a fuss over. Hannah reaches out to take the key and slips it into her pocket, looking at Grace with that expression that is just hers; that only she can put on Hannah's face. Hannah's arms go around her waist and she leans up to kiss Grace.
"You are amazing," Hannah whispers against her lips, "How did you know I needed that?"
"I love you," Grace replies. Hannah smiles and kisses her again.
It takes until almost midnight to finish bringing the last of the stuff in from the truck. Hannah moves the truck off the road and Grace makes a pot of green tea. She's developed a grudging tolerance for the stuff since starting to date Hannah and she'd never admit it, but it does sound appealing after a long day. Hannah comes in through the back door and takes her mug gratefully. They sit together in warm silence, broken only by the faint sound of Goose's panting from the other room.
"Hey Grace," Hannah says finally.
"Mmm?"
"We live together."
Grace smiles. "We do."
"We're getting married," Hannah says, sounding faintly awed.
"We are," Grace confirms, rubbing her finger over Hannah's engagement ring. She's never been more proud of anything she's done than that ring.
"I didn't know a person could be so happy," Hannah says in a near whisper.
Grace knows the feeling. She takes Hannah's mug, puts it on the coffee table with hers and answers in the only way she can. She kisses Hannah, softly at first but it doesn't take long before they're making out. Hannah leans back, pulling Grace on top of her. Grace feels Hannah's thigh press up between her legs and hums in pleasure. In response she slides a hand under Hannah's V-neck and runs it over her stomach and ribs, vaguely registering that Hannah isn't wearing a bra. Fingers slide into her hair as Grace's hand wanders further, tracing the soft curve of Hannah's breast. She leans down and presses tiny, teasing kisses to Hannah neck.
"Bedroom?" Hannah asks in her ear.
"No," Grace replies. "I want you here. Now."
Grace can actually see Hannah's pupils dilate in response. She sits up and tugs Hannah's shirt off, leaving her lying on the couch, hair messed up, eyes dark and lips swollen from kissing. She looks dishevelled and vulnerable and downright wanton and Grace suspects the smile she's wearing is predatory, to say the least. She unbuttons Hannah's jeans and unzips the fly, but when Hannah lifts her hips she shakes her head mischievously and leans down to kiss her again. She bites down on Hannah's bottom lip and then kisses her way down her throat to nibble gently at Hannah's collarbone.
"Please, Grace," Hannah murmurs and Grace doesn't think she's even aware of it. Grace kisses Hannah's tattoo once, for luck, before brushing her lips gently against Hannah's nipple.
"Fuck," Hannah whispers.
Grace loves doing this, loves the effect she has. Hannah's fingers comb through her hair as Grace switches sides. She slides one hand into Hannah's open jeans and rests it on top of Hannah's boyshorts. Hannah's hips jerk in response and she breathes heavily, but Grace just lets her hand lie, not moving, and focuses her attention on Hannah's breasts. She feels Hannah's hips start to roll rhythmically in an unconscious attempt to get friction where she needs it most but Grace lifts her hand slightly, removing what pressure there was.
"Grace," Hannah whines, "don't tease!"
Grace shifts upward and kisses Hannah deeply.
"Why not?" She asks when they part, "I like it when you beg me."
Hannah grins slightly, then pouts resolvedly.
"I'm not going to beg, Helbig. Do your worst."
Grace grins back at her and leans down to whisper in her ear.
"You'll beg, Hannah, and when you do I'm going to make you come so hard you'll forget your own name."
Grace feels Hannah's response to that soak through her underwear. She smiles in predatory triumph and gently bites down on Hannah's neck before kissing her way back down to her breasts.
Hannah is breathing deeply and raggedly and Grace suspects she's biting her lip. She twitches her fingers slightly and Hannah breathes in sharply but otherwise doesn't respond. Grace feels her competitive instincts kick in.
"God, Hannah, you're so wet," she says, "I can feel it already."
Hannah whimpers slightly.
"All you have to do is ask, baby," Grace reminds her, "I want to be inside you so badly. Just ask me."
"N-nope," Hannah manages, as though she hasn't spread her legs as far as she can in tight jeans.
Grace nibbles gently at the outer curve of Hannah's breast before sucking roughly, leaving her mark. Hannah's hips jerk up again and this time Grace exerts the tiniest bit of pressure. She feels the faint bite of fingernails on her shoulders and wraps her lips around Hannah's nipple.
"Shit, Grace!" Hannah hisses. Her hips lift off the couch again and Grace somehow manages to get her jeans down around her thighs one-handed. She puts her hand back between Hannah's legs and starts stroking the outside of her soaked underwear, maddeningly slowly. Hannah's hips roll in time with her movements and she's moaning softly.
"I want you so much, Hannah," Grace says, putting just a tiny bit more pressure into her movements. "I want to feel you come around my fingers, I want feel your clit throbbing against my tongue." She presses firmly against Hannah's clit, once, and retreats. Grace can hear the denim around Hannah's thighs creak as she tries to spread her legs further.
"Beg me, Hannah," she instructs, putting a tone of command into her voice.
"Please!" Hannah all but shouts.
"Please what?" Grace teases.
"Fuck, Grace, let me come, please!"
Grace grins in triumph and slips her hand under Hannah's shorts to where she most wants to be. Hannah moans as Grace enters her and Grace somehow balances long enough to push Hannah's jeans and underwear down to her knees with her other hand. Hannah kicks them off and now she's naked under Grace, looking up at her with wide blue eyes, pleading silently. Grace kisses her and curls her fingers and Hannah moans into the kiss. Grace thrusts into Hannah once, twice, again and then withdraws. Hannah whimpers in protest, but they've danced this dance enough times for her to know what's coming. She shifts up to give Grace room and Grace traces a path down Hannah's body with her lips until she's settled between Hannah's legs. She looks up at her fiancée and grins again.
"One more time, beautiful?"
"Please," Hannah breathes and when Grace presses the first gentle kiss on Hannah's clit her head rocks back into the couch so fast she sees stars.
Grace loves this. Hannah completely comes apart under her touch, moaning and swearing and mumbling half-formed instructions. She slides two fingers back inside Hannah and sets a slow, steady rhythm that never quite reaches the tempo Hannah needs. She can feel Hannah's heartbeat around her fingers and against her tongue and between that and her unconscious muttering Grace can perfectly gauge when her arousal is on the verge of becoming frustration. She waits for her moment and then pauses briefly. When Hannah whines in protest Grace thrusts into her deeply, drawing a gasp that's half shock and half pleasure. She fucks Hannah hard and fast, ignoring the Hannah's occasional protests that she's going to come if Grace doesn't slow down, and feels hands slide into her hair again as Hannah rocks against her face. She can feel the first fluttering of Hannah's orgasm and presses her tongue hard against Hannah's clit as her moans get louder. She feels Hannah shaking as she comes, feels each wave of pleasure roll through her and holds her breath as Hannah's hips shoot forward, cutting off her air.
Hannah slumps back against the sofa, panting. Grace moves up to join her and presses a gentle kiss to Hannah's lips. A single bead of sweat rolls down Hannah's temple as she licks her lips automatically, tasting herself. Grace snuggles into Hannah's arms, feeling slightly smug.
"Told you so," she whispers.
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They wake up curled together on the sofa, holding hands. Hannah wanders into the bathroom, still naked and Grace hears the shower start. She starts making coffee when Hannah's voice rings out.
"Grace, is this a hickey?!"
Grace snorts.
"Get your ass in here, missy!" Hannah's tone sends Grace into full blown giggles and she goes to the bathroom where Hannah is inspecting the small mark Grace left. Hannah tries to look stern, but the effect is somewhat ruined by the fact that she's naked.
""I'm sorry babe," Grace says insincerely, "how can I make it up to you?"
Hannah points at her.
"Get your clothes off and get in that shower, lady."
Grace laughs happily as she obeys.