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Addicted

I'm so addicted to all the things you do,
when you're going down on me
In between the sheets
Or the sounds you make
With every breath you take
It's not like anything
When you're loving me

How can I make it through,
All the things you do
There's just got to be more to you and me

&*&*&*&*

She's addicted.

She's addicted and there is absolutely no denying it. Grace is addicted to absolutely everything that is Hannah Hart. She can't get enough, it's never enough. Her smell – she always smells like her coconut shampoo and a scent that is just purely Hannah's. Grace always sits close enough to Hannah so she brushes up against her or touches her arm lightly when she talks. She doesn't mind Hannah's touch, she welcomes it in fact. Wants it.
Grace revels in Hannah's smile and imagines being able to kiss the freckle on the tip of her nose. She knows she could stare into those baby blue eyes forever.
And when she isn't with Hannah she finds her mind constantly drifting to her. She thinks about her silly puns that cause Grace to simultaneously laugh and roll her eyes. She thinks about how when she makes her laugh Hannah hunches over and clutches her stomach. Grace loves making Hannah laugh. It's one of the best sounds she knows. She thinks about the cute little freckle in Hannah's eye and the way Hannah's eyes droop when she's drunk (after only three beers) and she laughs way too much, not that Grace minds that fact. She loves when Hannah scrunches her nose and crinkles her forehead when she's in thought.
She loves Hannah's snapbacks and soft smile. She loves the way Hannah comforts her when she's down. Grace loves that she can always be honest with Hannah and Hannah will listen and accept her with open arms. Hannah doesn't mind her awkwardness or lack of being able to communicate her emotions properly. She loves her warm hugs and sweet cheek kisses.
She just loves Hannah.
Too bad Hannah is completely oblivious to that fact. Grace hides her feelings very well which is extremely fortunate and unfortunate for her. Grace knows Hannah cares about her and loves her but she doubts that Hannah feels for her the same feelings Grace feels for Hannah. She doubts Hannah thinks about kissing Grace. She knows Hannah sees her as a best friend and nothing more. Hannah would never think of her in that way. They've been too close. Hannah's seen Grace at her very worst. She knows she's practically a guy friend in Hannah's eyes.
Or at least she's pretty sure that's how Hannah feels.
But she would never dare to do anything to find out. She wouldn't dare voice her feelings, out of fear of losing Hannah. She would rather have Hannah as just a friend and nothing more than not have her at all.
So she pines quietly and drowns herself in everything that is Hannah. She embraces her addiction to the petite blue eyed girl instead of shying away from it because, she definitely has tried to suppress her feelings but if anything that only made everything worse. She avoided Hannah for a while and made sure wherever Hannah was, she was not. But eventually she broke. Hannah called her out on the avoidance and when she heard the sadness in the younger girl's voice she knew she could never stay away from Hannah. It just wasn't an option. She physically ached for Hannah's company, her words, her caring heart, her love.
....
Hannah walks back into the living room carrying two glasses of red wine for Grace and herself. She's dressed in her normal get-up made up of dark skinny jeans, her green Dublin shirt (which Grace loves on her because it's just a very Hannah thing to wear), and her floral snapback.
She just finished shooting an MDK so she's slightly tipsy. She stumbles slightly over Grace's throw rug which makes her giggle. She gives Grace a big goofy gummy grin as her eyelids droop and her cheeks flush with a cherry red color.
"You okay there, Han?"
Hannah just laughs in reply and makes her way over to her friend, plopping down carelessly beside her. She leans back with comfort and hands Grace her drink.
She loves that Hannah has become so comfortable in her home. She loves that this is practically a second home to Hannah. It always feels more like a home when Hannah is here with her. When she's alone she wishes Hannah was over. She imagines what it would be like to have Hannah lying beside her in her bed, wrapped up in her sheets.
Grace knows that she's not gay.
She's never been attracted to another woman the way she's attracted to Hannah. She likes men, always has. But there's just something about Hannah that has made her fall head over heels. I guess Grace could technically be considered bisexual now but again, she's never been attracted to any other woman.
When she first started to realize her feelings for her friend she would look at other girls and gauge her reaction to them. She definitely didn't want to have sex with any of them. She mostly just felt super creepy after a few women caught her staring. She also ended up asking one of them where she got her earrings.
It's just Hannah, only Hannah.
And now she's addicted to her thoughts of the small blonde woman beside her.
Who the fuck cares about labels anyway?
"Where are you?" Hannah asks lightly.
Grace is torn out of her thoughts and brought back to reality. Though she loves Hannah's real company sometimes she prefers to be in her own mind. A place where Hannah feels the same way, a place where Hannah is just as addicted to Grace as Grace is to her, a place where Hannah kisses her, on the lips, on her neck, on her-
"Hello!"
"Sorry" Grace fake laughs "I'm here. Just tired"
"You want me to let you go to bed?"
"No!" Grace answers a little too quickly.
Hannah laughs lightly; her forehead crinkling in the same way is always does when she's amused.
It's like Grace has memorized every single little tick and gesture that Hannah has. It's sickening how much she knows about this girl and her behavior, really. She knows things she doesn't even think Hannah knows she knows.
"Wanna just watch a movie then?"
Grace nods, relieved. She doesn't want Hannah to leave yet. She never wants Hannah to leave and she never will.
/////
Hannah is snoring lightly beside Grace, who can't keep her eyes off of the other woman's face.
Her lips pout slightly, her eyelids twitching, her eyebrows furrowing. Grace would love to get inside her head for just a moment to know what goes on in there. Hannah has such a unique way of thinking and reacting. She's so different from anyone Grace has ever known.
She's always imagined that Hannah's mind is a slightly messy place. Hannah's thoughts tend to run quickly and blend together because she can't quite focus on a single thing at a time. But she is always thoughtful and Grace thinks Hannah's mind would be an extremely beautiful place to be, even in the bad times.
Grace reaches out and lightly tucks a piece of soft newly dyed blonde hair behind Hannah's ear.
Grace runs to the kitchen quickly to refill her wine glass before returning to her position next to her friend, who is no longer snoring.
Grace memorizes this moment and everything that Hannah is in it.
She's slightly startled when she sees Hannah's lips turn up into a slight smile and she says, "I can feel you staring at me, Grace"
"Shit" she chuckles, awkwardly. Her cheeks burn hot from embarrassment. "I thought you were still sleeping"
Hannah's eyes open and connect with Grace's immediately "Obviously because otherwise you wouldn't be staring at me like a creep"
Grace looks down at her drink, fidgeting in her seat. She should have known she'd get caught looking too intensely one of these times.
"You've been doing that a lot lately" Hannah's voice is light and casual. She sits up, stretching her arms above her head, showing a sliver of her smooth flat stomach.
Grace swallows thickly at the sight. "Doing what?" she asks.
Hannah grabs her glass from the end table, taking a small sip. "Staring" she replies casually.
Grace's eyes widen. Was she really being that fucking obvious?
Hannah laughs, "Yeah, I've noticed. You're not exactly one for discretion. It's hard not to notice that your eyes move away whenever I look at you, like you've been caught doing something wrong"
Grace glances to the side, awkwardly. Her eyes focus of her dog, Goose, sleeping peacefully in the corner.
"Don't be embarrassed" Hannah shrugs "I stare at you too"
That has Grace's attention. "What?"
Hannah shrugs once again "Sure. You're just not quite as observant as me. That or you're trapped in your own mind and too busy focusing on staring at me"
Grace continues to search Hannah's face. She has no idea what she's thinking. She takes in the new information, her head a little light.
She stares at me too? What the fuck does that mean?
Hannah stands, like nothing just happened, like she didn't turn Grace's thoughts and feelings upside down.
She stares at me too? Stares at me how?
"Where are you going?" Grace says quietly.
"Bathroom" Hannah calls over her shoulder, disappearing around the corner.
Grace puts her drink down, looking at her bare feet, taking a deep breath. Hannah likes Grace's toes. Grace always thought that was an odd thing to find "cute" (as Hannah describes them) on someone. But after that one time Hannah told her that she started wearing more open-toed shoes around her friend.
She tries to convince herself that she doesn't do it on purpose. She never succeeds.
Don't fuck this up, Grace, she scolds herself, don't think too much into it. It was an offhand comment on Hannah's part. Let it go. She doesn't want you back.
Grace let's her own words sink into herself, her heart. She hates them but let's them settle. She can't lie to herself forever.
She scrubs her hands over her face, completely frustrated. Fuck Hannah for not knowing how much her simple offhand comments effect Grace's every thought and feeling. Fuck Hannah for not knowing what she's doing to her. Fuck Hannah for not wanting her back.
"Grace? You okay?"
Grace brings her head up slowly. She knows that once her eyes meets those stunning crystal clear blue ones that all her hateful thoughts will vanish and she will be sucked into the world of Hannah again.
She both craves and detests this feeling.
She finds Hannah leaning against the far wall in the kitchen, arms and ankles crossed in a very Hannah like manner. The woman looks thoughtful and her eyes are kind and inviting as always.
"Yeah, yeah" Grace answers quickly, not wanting her feelings to show "I'm fine. I think I should just probably go to bed"
With that she stands, leaving Hannah without another word.
She can't be in the same room with her anymore. Sometimes Grace feels like her feelings for Hannah are so strong that she'll just break. Her craving is too strong and her emotions run too deep. Sometimes, she feels her skin tingle; Hannah's name always hanging on her lips. Hannah is everything she feels, smells, and feels and it practically drives her insane.
She's sounds dramatic, even to herself, but it doesn't make her words less true.
Grace changes quickly into a pair of shorts and a tank top before crawling lifelessly into bet. The hot heavy air of LA fills the room and makes it hard to breathe. She buries her face into her pillow with a groan.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stu-"
"Who's stupid?"
Grace gasps and sits up straight, startled.
She finds a very concerned looking Hannah standing at her open doorway. She frowns back at Grace.
"Nothing or- I mean no one. I just-"
"What's going on, Grace?" Hannah sighs "You've been acting more out of whack than usual"
Grace should stop herself now. She should shoo Hannah away, roll over, and fall into a dreamless sleep. She should ignore this feeling like she always does. She should sleep it off and go to see Hannah in the morning with a smile on her face and fake words on her lips.
These are all the things she knows that she should do but she's tired. She's so damn tired of always doing what she should do. She's exhausted. Her own emotions are wearing her out.
So, she lets it all go, she lets everything out. She tells the truth. "I like you, Hannah"
Grace flicks the bedside lamp on and sits up straight. Her eyes search Hannah's face frantically. She doesn't know exactly what she's expecting. Maybe for Hannah to bolt, maybe laugh, or even look at Grace with pity.
The other woman's brow furrows and she lets out a light chuckle, "Well, good, I like you too Grace but-"
"No" Grace shakes her head. She can't stop herself. Everything is coming out now, everything on the table. She needs to get this off her chest because even if it does send Hannah running – the other girl needs to know the truth "I mean I like you"
Grace holds her breath while Hannah stares blankly back at her. She counts the seconds.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.
And after the longest seven seconds of her life, Grace watches understanding cross Hannah's face. Her beautiful blue eyes widen at the information.
Shit. I knew it.
"And I know" Grace quickly adds, trying for damage control "I know you don't feel the same way so that's why I've been so weird and distant and I just want you to know that it doesn't matter if-"
"Grace!" Hannah's voice is light yet forceful.
Grace breaks off with a sigh, closing her eyes, preparing for the worst.
And then she hears a chuckle, that adorable light chuckle that she loves so much.
"Who says I don't feel the same way?" the blonde questions.
Their eyes lock across the room, in a very cliché romance novel kind of way. It makes Grace's heart skip a beat. Hannah's words soaking into her very being.
Who says she doesn't feel the same way?
Grace never considered the option that Hannah would return her feelings.  And stupidly she's obviously never tried to find out or get any straight answers from the girl. But for all she knows Hannah has been doing the same exact thing that Grace has. Pining, worrying, and waiting for Grace to indicate that she feels the same way.
"What? I mean – what? Why didn't you...do you...?"
"Tell you?" the woman chuckles, shaking her head, looking at her best friend in disbelief "Why would I tell you? Grace, the last time I checked you were straight. And I figured you wouldn't want your gay best friend telling you that she wants to kiss you...all the time."
You're so fucking stupid. Of course she wouldn't say anything. Why would a straight girl want to make out with her female best friend? Her very gay female best friend.
"Hannah I-"
"Just shut up"
Hannah tosses her hat to the floor, making her way over to Grace in a hurry, before colliding into her friend – lips first, body second.
Grace is pushed back until her head hits the pillow and she feels the weight of the younger woman stretch on top of her.
She gasps, which allows Hannah to slip her tongue into her mouth, soft, warm, and amazing. Everything Grace knew Hannah's kiss would be.
It all happens so quickly that Grace can't even stop to realize that it's finally happening. She's kissing Hannah Hart. Their lips separate and come together over and over again until Grace's lips begin to tingle.
She feels Hannah's hands grip her hips, her nails lightly digging into the soft skin there.
"Hannah" she sighs. She loves this feeling.
But when she lifts her head a little to meet Hannah's lips again, she feels the other girl hesitate, pulling back slightly.
She doesn't want this feeling to stop. She loves Hannah's hands on her.
"What's wrong?" Grace asks.
Hannah's warm sweet breath hits her face and she loves to taste on her tongue. She opens her eyes when she feels Hannah's hand cup her cheek gently. Her blue eyes stare deeply and intensely.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Hannah asks. There is nothing else in her voice but pure curiosity.
Grace feels her throat tighten. She should think about this, weigh the options, and understand the consequences. But she's been doing that for so long she doesn't think that she can anymore. She doesn't care about the future right now. She doesn't want to think about what will happen in the morning. She just knows that she wants Hannah. She's wanted Hannah for a long time now. She'll always want Hannah.
And for the first time ever she knows that Hannah wants her back.
Hannah rambles on adorably on top of her, "You're straight, ya know? I just don't want you to freak out in the morning and-"
Grace leans up and presses her lips to Hannah's and this time she doesn't pull away.
"I want you" she whispers against her friend's lips. "I've wanted you for so long"
She feels Hannah smile and she can't help but smile in return. "I want you too" Hannah breathes against her lips, warming Grace to her very core.
And although Grace knows that she wants this, her heart races, pounding against her ribcage – making her shake. She's never done this with a girl before. She has no idea what to do. She's nervous.
Hannah quickly picks up on her emotions, "What's wrong?" She tucks a piece of dark brown hair behind Grace's ear.
Her cheeks burn with embarrassment and the flush spreads to her neck and chest. She hopes Hannah doesn't notice but she does. Their eyes stay locked as Grace replies "I...I don't know what I'm doing. I've never been with a girl. I don't- I mean I want to but I can't-"
Hannah laughs. "It's okay, baby" her fingers move over Grace's face. She traces her bones with her finger tips, loving everything about the look on the brunette's face. She's nervous, excited, and happy. Her emotions mirror Hannah's own.
A shiver runs through Grace's body from just hearing Hannah whisper the word baby.
"I'll show you"
Grace nods, already feeling better and more secure. Hannah always makes her feel safe.
She whispers, "kiss me" but before Grace even has the chance to move Hannah's lips are on her own.
The kiss builds quickly, turning from slow and subtle to hot and heated.
Grace places her hands on Hannah's smooth clothes covered back, loving the feeling of this woman in her arms. She's not exactly sure where to put any of her long, awkward limbs, so she lets Hannah take the lead, which the younger girl has absolutely no problem with.
Hannah keeps her lips places firmly against Grace's causing the heat to spread through both the girl's bodies. Starting at their lips it spreads through Grace's whole being. She burns in the best possible way, inside and out. Her toes tingle, her stomach flips, and she feels the fire fill the pit of her stomach.
She sighs softly into the kiss. She feels as though she could stay like this forever. Hannah's lips are warm and loving while her mouth is hot and inviting.
When Hannah takes her bottom lip between her own she lets out a long moan. It's music to Hannah's ears. She smiles, loving Grace's reaction to her touch. She's waited for this moment just as long as Grace has, longer maybe.
Both their breath comes out in heavy pants. Grace's body is already covered with a thin sheet of sweat, the heat of the air mixing with the heat building inside her.
Grace suddenly feels the warmth of Hannah's hand touch the bare skin of her stomach, slipping under her sleep tank. She giggles when she feels Hannah circle her belly button lightly. Goosebumps rise over her skin and her stomach flips wildly.
For a moment Hannah doesn't know which reaction she likes getting from Grace better, her moan or her giggle.
Hannah pulls away from Grace's lips before moving quickly to her neck, not wanting to break their contact any longer than necessary.
She leaves a trail of kisses in her wake as she slowly moves her hand across Grace's flat, toned stomach. Her muscles clench under the light touch, her toes curling into the mattress.
"Hannah"
Hannah smiles against her collarbone before scraping her teeth over the brunette's skin, leaving quickly disappearing marks.
It drives Grace insane in the most amazing way.
Hannah's hand finally makes its way up to fully cup Grace's right breast, causing her to gasp and arch up into the other woman's touch. Her thumb gently moves over Grace's nipple, moving in circles.
"Hannah" she sighs again.
Hannah's lips continue to move over Grace's neck, her tongue occasionally peeking out to taste her.
Grace has never been this turned on by such a little amount of touch. The pair has barely done a thing but kiss and Grace already feels as though she is going to explode. Her legs are settled on the outside of Hannah's hips, causing Hannah's thigh to brush against her. She feels herself becoming increasingly wet, embarrassingly so.
Hannah's hands are suddenly at the bottom of Grace's shirt, pulling at it impatiently "This. Off" She breathes.
She sits up and allows the blonde to quickly discard of it.
Her lips return to Grace's but only for a moment. As soon as her head meets the pillow again Hannah moves downward and her lips are in a very different place.
Her lips enclose around Grace's nipple, her tongue moving back and forth quickly, tasting her flesh.
Grace moans and arches once again. She presses her thighs together, her head falling to the side. Hannah's hands move to Grace's shorts and she slides them down her legs. Grace lifts up to help and shimmies out.
Hannah pauses, not returning to her previous ministrations. And this is when Grace realizes that she is completely naked. She didn't have any underwear on and she never sleeps in her bra. She is completely and totally bare in front of her best friend. She feels her body flush at the sudden realization. Her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Grace's self-consciousness is completely unneeded however. Hannah has never seen anything or anyone more beautiful than Grace Helbig. She sits back and takes everything in. Her eyes scan Grace's body from head to toe.
She wants to remember everything about this moment. She doesn't know if she'll ever get the chance to touch Grace like this again. She doesn't know if Grace will suddenly come to her senses tomorrow morning and tell Hannah to leave and never come back or just forget the whole thing and pretend like it never happened. So, she focuses on the right now.
She remembers the little heart shaped beauty mark above Grace's right breast and the tiny scar she has right under her belly button that Hannah has never known she had. She makes note of the way her hips jut out in just the slightest way and she has tiny dimples where her thighs and ass meet.
Hannah suddenly notices Grace's demeanor change and quickly makes her way up Grace's body again. She kisses her stomach, her chest, her breasts, her heart freckle, before pecking her lips and staring into her gorgeous brown eyes.
"You're fucking beautiful" She whispers.
Grace blinks slowly, staring back at her, and not quite believing the younger girl's words.
"Your turn" She whispers back causing Hannah to smile.
The blonde quickly rids herself of her t-shirt, throwing it carelessly to the floor. Grace watches with eager eyes. She loves everything about the other's body as well. Every flaw and freckle and scar that marks her skin. Every perfection.
Hannah wastes no time leaning down and returning her lips to the brunette's.
"I love the way you feel" Hannah whispers which causes Grace to moan quietly "and I love the sounds you make for me"
Hannah's finger tips trace the skin under each of Grace's breasts. She glides her hand slowly and gently down the girl's body. She kisses her neck and buries her face there. When she reaches Grace's hip as a silent question she squeezes lightly. She's giving Grace one more chance to change her mind, one more chance to back out.
Grace wants this. She's not backing out.
"I want you, Hannah"
And that's all Hannah needs to hear.
She finally moves her hand down, cupping Grace where she's aching for Hannah the most.
She gasps at the feeling of Hannah's warm palm against her. Her stomach trembles.
Hannah moves her lips to Grace's nipples again, sucking lightly.
Grace is overwhelmed by her body's reaction to the blonde.
"More" she pleads quietly.
Hannah gives the woman what she wants. She slowly traces Grace's lips, top to bottom, collecting the wetness that pools there. She revels in the feeling.
Grace squirms under her touch "More" she moans.
Hannah's thumb finds her clit, making gentle circles, and driving Grace absolutely mad. She arches her back, shoving her breasts out further. "More" she says again. She doesn't mean for the words to come out as a desperate whine but they do. Hannah loves that she has this control over the older woman.
Suddenly Hannah is moving down Grace's body, quickly and determined. Grace's eyes fly open when she feels Hannah's hot breath touch her there. She places her hand on top of the younger woman's head. "Wait"
Hannah looks up with soft confused eyes. "What's wrong?"
"I don't...I mean no one have ever...Uhm, done that to me before" She whispers. Her cheeks burn, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She wants nothing more than Hannah to put her mouth on her there. But she's nervous, self-conscious.
"What?" Hannah's eyebrows furrow, her voice sounds oddly annoyed "No one has gone down on you before?"
Grace shakes her head. Hannah's pissed off that no one has worshipped this woman's beautiful body the way it deserves to be worshipped. She locks eyes with the brunette and gives her a fierce and final look, determined to change that fact.
"I want to taste you" she tells her "Let me make you feel good"
Grace feels another wave of lust wash over her, wetness gathering between her thighs. She lifts her hips automatically, searching for something, anything to ease the ache there. "Please" she whispers.
Hannah smiles lightly before leaning down and kissing Grace's clit gently.
"Hannah" she rocks her head side to side, completely filled with lust.
Hannah licks Grace from top to bottom, collecting her taste on her tongue. She's so sweet. Her mouth makes its way to Grace's clit, sucking gently while her fingers circle her entrance earning another gush of wetness.
"I love how wet you are for me"
Grace lifts her hips wanting – needing – more. "More" she voices her needs.
Without warning Hannah pushes two fingers into the woman. Grace groans, arches, and grips the sheets tightly in her fists. "Fuck"She fills the brunette completely. Grace feels the nerves in her stomach burn hotter. She can't help but thrust her hips, riding Hannah's face.
Hannah's free hand squeezes Grace's hip. She moves her fingers in and out, gently, while her tongue works Grace's clit.
But Grace doesn't want gentle. She wants fast, hard, more.
She circles her hips searching for more "Faster, harder" she breathes.
Hannah is surprised by Grace's forwardness, her shyness from before nowhere in sight. She obeys Grace's command. She thrusts her fingers more forcefully, adding a third finger to her thrusts. She moves her tongue in tight circles, pushing harder, giving Grace what she needs.
She continues to lick all of her, moving her tongue in different shapes.
"Yes" Grace moans "shit, Hannah"
Grace feels the burn in the pit of her stomach grow stronger and stronger. She grips the soft sheets tighter in her hands, her knuckles turning white. The pressure becomes too much when Hannah suddenly removes her fingers. Grace whines softly, lifting her hips searching for Hannah's touch. But she feels Hannah's tongue replace her fingers and her thumb is placed firmly on Grace's nub, moving in harsh circles.
"Hannah" she lets out a high pitched gasp "Hannah, Hannah"
Hannah decides she likes making Grace make these sounds the most. She loves her name on her lips.
"I can't, I can't" She moans incoherently.
She once again enters Grace with her fingers. Pushing in fully and deeply.
Grace moves her hips quickly with Hannah's movements.
"Please" Grace moans, not even sure what she's begging for. She just knows that she wants Hannah to give it to her.
"Let go" Hannah whispers "just let it go, Grace"
And she does. She lets the feeling take over her body. Her stomach clenches and she lets out a load groan, letting Hannah's name fall from her lips. She comes apart under Hannah's touch, she clenches around Hannah's fingers. She comes hard, turning her head to the side trying to control her moans; Hannah continues to stroke her center, helping Grace ride out her orgasm.
Hannah loves the feeling of Grace coming completely apart for her.
She removes her fingers from the woman and makes her way up her body, leaving a trail of kisses as she goes.
She kisses Grace forcefully, her tongue entering her warm mouth. Grace can barely form a coherent thought, stilling riding on her high. She can taste herself on Hannah and can't help but moan into her mouth.
Hannah pulls back to speak, "I love being inside of you"
Grace smiles "You're good at that"
"I've had a lot of practice"
Grace laughs in response. She relaxes into the mattress, her limbs lying limp, her body practically jello.
Hannah's lips close around Grace's earlobe. She whispers, "I love making you come. I want to do it over and over again if you let me"
Grace's eyes flutter open and Hannah moves her head to look into her eyes.
Grace suddenly pushes Hannah's shoulders lightly, turning them over and rolling so she is now positioned on top of Hannah. The blonde is shocked by Grace's sudden boldness.
"I want to make you feel good too" Grace blushes.
Hannah finds her absolutely adorable.
She nods, letting Grace go at her own pace.
She kisses Hannah slowly, moving her hand around to Hannah's back, unhooking her bra. Hannah lifts up and lets Grace remove it. Grace looks down at her bare chest, loving the sight. Hannah's nipples harden. She loves the look in Grace's eyes. They're wild and lust filled.
"Beautiful" she whispers. Hannah doesn't think she meant to say the words out loud.
Grace moves down and places a kiss between Hannah's breasts. Her thigh moves in between Hannah's legs and pushes lightly. Hannah moans and arches slightly from the pressure, already soaked at the thought of Grace touching her. With the taste of Grace still on her tongue she is overtaken by lust. Hannah has imagined this a million times over, being with Grace like this and now that it's happening she realizes how dull and inaccurate her daydreams were. They were nothing compared to the real thing. She is in ecstasy under Grace's touch and the weight of her body.
Grace places her hands on Hannah's hips as her confidence wavers.
Grace rests her lips on Hannah's left breast. "I don't know what I'm doing, Hannah"
Hannah has been with straight girls before, she knows how to go slow, ease them into everything. But this isn't just any straight girl. This is Grace, her best friend, the most special person in her life. She has to do this right.
"It's okay, baby" Hannah places her hand on top of Grace's and squeezes gently "I'll show you"
She slides Grace's hand further down, slipping both of theirs into her jeans and under her underwear.
Grace gasps at the wetness she finds there. And she loves that she's the reason Hannah is wet. She loves that she has this effect on her best friend. She likes finally knowing that she's not the only one who feels this way.
She shows Grace her clit and controls her movements, moving the other woman's finger in circles "Like this, baby" she whispers, clenching her eyes closed.
After a few moments Grace grows more comfortable in her movements, Hannah lets her go at her own pace, just enjoying the simple feeling on Grace's touch. When Hannah feels that Grace is doing most of the work on her own, she slips her hand out of her jeans and lifts her hips allowing Grace to slip her hand further down her pants, giving her more room.
Grace's heart beats wildly. She feels herself becoming moist again from this touch, from just watching Hannah feel the pleasure that Grace is giving her.
Her instincts take over and she slowly pushes a finger into the blonde. Hannah moans loudly, not prepared. Her hips buck against Grace's hands. Her palm rests on her clit, rubbing and causing the most blissful kind of pressure.
Grace places her lips on Hannah's "Like this?" she questions in a low whisper.
"Add another finger" Hannah coaches her.
She does and loves the feeling of Hannah around her, clenching and pulsing. She moves her fingers inside of the woman.
"Yeah" Hannah nods "just like that, baby. Harder"
Grace pushes her palm harder against Hannah's swollen nub and moves her fingers fast, eager to please her. She suddenly adds another finger and hears Hannah let out a loud groan, her back arching, her bare chest pushing against Grace's. Grace pauses for a moment, wondering if that was okay, or if she had hurt Hannah.
But then she feels Hannah wiggle her hips and whine softly "Don't stop, please, please, please...."
It doesn't take long before Hannah is panting desperately and moving with Grace's thrusts. She moves her arms above her head and grips the headboard tightly. She's never been this close to an orgasm so quickly but because it's Grace that is touching her, her stomach burns hotter, and the pressure builds quickly.
"Grace" she breathes out as she comes.
Grace feels Hannah tighten around her.
Her body slowly relaxes, her arms falling limp, the aftershocks of her orgasm rushing through her body.
Grace giggles against her lips.
Hannah's eyes open to meet Grace's. They're giddy and slightly cocky and Hannah can't help but smile, amused by Grace's reaction.
"What are you laughing about?"
"I made you come" Grace laughs again "I liked that"
Hannah laughs loudly in response "You're so fucking cute" she says before sighing deeply. "I liked it too"
Grace rolls off of the younger girl and settles next to her. The girls lay facing each other, neither able to look away from the other.
"I've imagined that so many times...but that was" Grace shakes her head in amazement. Still not fully convinced that this isn't a dream "Amazing" Nothing like I could have imagined"
Hannah smiles sweetly. Grace loves the look on her face, satisfied and relaxed. Content. Her hair is a mess, blonde sticking up in all directions. Her cheeks are colored a light pick and her lips are slightly swollen. She can get used to that look, this feeling.
"Me too" Hannah whispers back.
Grace's heart flips.
"Any chance we can do that again?"
Hannah laughs, nodding, "as much as you fucking want"
She leans in and kisses Grace, sparks flying at the connection.
They fuck throughout the night on and off before falling asleep in each other's arms.
And in the morning Grace wakes up in an empty bed but before she even has time to panic the smell of maple syrup and freshly brewed coffee hit her. She finds Hannah in the kitchen in nothing but her underwear and one of Grace's t-shirts. Grace could get used to the sight of Hannah in her clothing.
Hannah smiles when she sees Grace and walks over to give her a kiss. And Grace knows everything is going to be okay. Neither one of them is going to run because now that they've had each other there is no turning back. They're always going to want each other. They revel in the feeling of each other.
They don't know exactly how they're going to handle telling their friends and family about them or what the future holds exactly, but they do know that they both want this more than they have ever wanted anything else.
And now that they have each other they're never letting go.
They're both completely, overwhelmingly, and incredibly addicted.