The Holy Trinity {Grace, Hannah, Mamrie} | Oneshots

"I love you." {Mace}

Grace Helbig was good at three things: fucking Mamrie Hart, avoiding confrontation and repressing emotions. Needless to say, she felt extremely uncomfortable when the aforementioned Mamrie Hart was standing in front of her, yelling.

"For fuck's sake, Grace!" She pushed her unruly hair back roughly before letting out an exasperated sigh. "Why won't you talk to me?" No reply. "I just want something more than-"

"More than what, Mames?"

"More than just sex and hangovers, I guess," She paused, "I want you to tell me things... Things other than how much you love head."

Both of them grinned, but Mamrie looked exhausted; it was as if all the fight had been drained from her. Her shoulders were hunched over slightly and her voice weaker than before. To Grace, this was almost scarier than her being angry. Even the threat of an upset Mamrie and the guilt at the truth of her words didn't make Grace reply.

It wasn't until Mamrie knelt down in front of her and grabbed both of her hands that she even made eye contact with the redhead.

"Please," She almost whispered. "Please just talk to me. I never know where I stand with you, Grace. One minute we're waking up together and the next you're denying everything. I really need to know where your head is at, and where I stand. Is that too much to ask?"

She looked imploringly up at Grace, her emerald eyes swimming with unshed tears.

"I-" Grace started, "It's nothing. It doesn't matter. Sorry."

Mamrie sighed, "Grace," She gripped the blonde's hands tighter, "Tell me, please."

"I think..." You could hear a pin drop, and the tension in the room was almost unbearable, "I think I love you. I didn't want to tell you because I know you won't feel the same, not yet, anyway, and-"

The end of Grace's sentence was cut off by Mamrie's lips on her own. When the redhead pulled away, she inhaled shakily and almost-whispered, "I think I love you too, Grace."

Both women simply looked at each other then, drinking in every little thing about the other one for what seemed like eons, but in actuality was only seconds. Then, Grace pulled Mamrie towards her with a fervour that was new to them both. It was usually other people showing affection towards Grace, not the other way around.

Under any other circumstance, clothes would be shed and profanities muttered, but - for now at least - they just held each other.

Grace's hands were entangled in Mamrie's hair, and Mamrie's arms were wrapped firmly around her waist. The blonde breathed in her lover's scent; subtle, spicy and something else entirely that was just so Mamrie.

For the first time, they kissed slowly and tenderly, like they needed this, rather than just wanted it. Like the other was the last molecule of oxygen left on the planet, instead of a just pair of hands and a mouth. For the first time, their kiss was full of love instead of lust.