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We should have changed the topic - part 1

It's a warm day in Los Angeles.
When the Hallowstream is wrapped they keep drinking with their friends for a while. It's fairly late at night when Hannah decides to leave, saying that she's exhausted and needs to process all of the happenings of this day.
The brunette stumbles slightly when she pushes herself out of her chair. Mamrie looks up worriedly.
"Dude, I'm not letting you go home on your own," she starts, getting up as well.
"It's fine, I'll call a cab anyway," Hannah replies and Mamrie nods in approval, relieved that her friend isn't planing to drive or walk home by herself.
When Hannah is about to leave Grace announces that she's going to join her.
"I definitely don't trust myself to get home on my own so I might as well go with you, and we keep an eye on each other," she grins.
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"Gracie, are you sure you'll be fine? You are verydrunk, dude," Hannah mumbles in the back of the cab.
Grace starts to get the hiccups in response and laughs, "I guess I'll be fine." She giggles.
"But I'm really hungry and there is probably nothing in my fridge, except maybe some Worcestershire sauce."
Hannah nods and laughs. "Wanna come to mine and have leftovers?"
A wide smile spreads across her friend's face.
"Oh yeah, that sounds great."-
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"Hey Hannah."
The tall woman plops down on Hannah's couch.
"What, Grace? Why are you grinning?"
"Isn't this how all of the Fanfics start? Us two, drunk, alone?"
"Yeah kind of," Hannah laughs.
"I bet they think we're getting it on right now."
Hannah giggles, sits down next to Grace, and replies, "well, people commented about Hartsquared the whole time, so I guess you should be jealous, honey."
An overly exaggerated look of shock appears on Grace's face and she mocks, frowning, "Just because I can't sing like Mamrie!"
"That's not true, you really did get so much better!" Hannah smiles.
Grace grins and thinks back to the evening and their conversations. She randomly asks, "Do you really like my natural hair color?"
Hannah stares at her in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? I think it looks great! Kind of like..." the younger woman stops.
"Like what?" Grace inquires.
"Nothing..."
"Come on, say it Hannah!" She pokes her shorter friend's side.
Avoiding eye-contact, Hannah mumbles, "Looks a bit like Jennifer Lawrence as Katniss if you're asking me."
"Oh god, thank you! You know that I've got a girl-crush on that woman!"
Hannah stares at her own hands and tries not to think about Grace and Jennifer Lawrence the way she does right now, because that's not something you should think about, right? Especially not when you're drunk. Nope. But she does, and a stupid grin creeps up on her face. She shakes her head.
Grace hasn't noticed her friend's change of expression and continues, staring at the wall absentmindedly.
"If I were a guy for one day..."
Hannah looks at her with a raised eyebrow.
"...I'd soo fuck Jennifer Lawrence."
The two friends quietly stare at each other for a moment before bursting out into laughter. "Oh god, imagine the reaction had you said that on the livestream," Hannah exclaims, gasping for air. Grace buries her face in clumsy hands and shakes her head in amusement.
Hannah mockingly repeats, "if I were a guy for one day I would..."
"Fuck me," Grace chuckles.
"What?"
Hannah stares at the drunk mess next to her, incredulously. Grace is laughing hysterically and doesn't care to stop the words that are leaving her mouth.
"I'd do you if you were a guy," Grace adds, and then continues laughing loudly.
Hannah's mouth falls open before she joins in on the laughter again. She can't believe Grace's behavior sometimes, when they've had a few too many. What are they even talking about? This is getting weird.
"I have to say though," Grace continues as she catches her breath again, "you've been looking really, really hot lately."
"Thanks, Grace," Hannah chuckles.
"What, I can say that, girls can tell their girlfriends when they look fu-" she laughs, "when they look, um... good."
"What? What were you gonna say?"
Grace grins.
"Fuckable," she mumbles, biting her bottom lip, looking at Hannah reluctantly. Her body immediately starts shaking in another fit of giggles.
"Grace!"
"It's true!"
"Grace, please stop," Hannah grins, but her voice is sincere. Of course, Grace doesn't stop.
"You know, sometimes I just really wanna try all these crazy things I read in fanfics," Grace laughs loudly.
"Grace!" Hannah gasps.
"I don't get it though, they always make me the initiator! Isn't that weird? I wouldn't even know what to do!"
"It's totally weird," Hannah responds tiredly, giving up any attempt to make Grace change the topic.
"If we made out I'd totally let you push me up against a wall and..."
Hannah interrupts her, shaking her head in disbelief. "What the fuck, Grace, how fucking much did you drink?"
The older woman laughs. "Too much?"
"Yeah, definitely," Hannah agrees adding, "and I am way too drunk to be talking about fanfics with you."
Grace grins and mumbles, "What, you don't wanna talk about graphic fanfiction that includes us? You've read it too, we always talk about it..."
Grace pulls her legs up onto the couch, hugging them with too long arms, resting her head on one knee as she looks at Hannah from underneath heavy lids.
"But we're drunk, Grace, really drunk," reasons Hannah and leans back into the couch with her face turned towards her friend.
"Well, all I know is that I can't stop thinking about one specific fic," Grace starts again, unable to keep a straight face as she continues, "where I blindfold you, and..."
"Grace, seriously..." Hannah still has a look of amusement on her face when she glares at Grace. "If you don't stop this I'm gonna have some weird dreams tonight."
They both laugh again.
"Admit it Hannah, you like those fanfics."
She laughs, and suddenly she's talking very close to Grace's face.
"Yeah, I do. But like you said, they're very unrealistic sometimes."
Grace swallows again, still smiling. "Because that would never happen, right?"
Hannah leans in closer until her lips are almost touching Grace's ear.
"No, they're unrealistic because, as you said, you wouldn't initiate things."
Grace senses goosebumps erupting at the feeling of hot breath on her skin and her thoughts trailing off.
Barely audible, she asks, "How would it be then, realistically?"
Hannah hums a quiet laugh into Grace's ear. Her brain is overloaded with alcohol and thoughts that she usually ignores.
She thinks, I would fuck you so hard you'd have the best orgasm of your life.
She mumbles into an ear, surrounded by blonde curls, "I would fuck you so hard..."
And when a moan escapes Grace's lips, Hannah realizes that she's not thinking anymore, she actually just said that. But it's too late to take it back now.
Grace grabs her friend's head, her fingers gripping short hair on either side of Hannah's face, and pushes the woman away from her ear. She stares into blue orbs in shock, seeing nothing but desire and feels its reflection in her own eyes.
A slightly confused, disbelieving laugh leaves Grace's lips and her stomach flips.
Hannah runs her hands up the sides of Grace's arms until they come to rest on her shoulders. Suddenly Hannah is on top of her, closing the space between their fronts. Grace feels herself being pushed into the couch softly as her legs wrap around Hannah's hips, keeping her close.
Hannah's lips hover above Grace's. She feels her breath.
"We should have changed the topic, see," Hannah whispers.
Grace swallows. "Why," she breathes, her voice cracking.
"Because if you tell me once more that you wanna know what it would really be like," Hannah whispers, dragging her arms up until her elbows are on either side of Grace's face, "I'm afraid I'll have to show you."
Grace lifts her head until their lips connect softly and breathes against them, "Maybe I'm too fucking drunk right now. And maybe I wanna know."
Hannah simultaneously parts her lips and shifts her body weight, sucking in Grace's bottom lip, as she runs her hands down until they're resting on soft breasts.
Grace moans.
On top of her, Hannah rolls her hips in between slender legs and lets her tongue slip out, into the space between Grace's lips.
Hands grip firmly at Hannah's shoulders. Then they run down her back, leaving goosebumps all over Hannah's skin, until they're cupping the shorter woman's ass, pulling her closer, and Grace starts moving her tongue against Hannah's. Hot breath gathers in between their faces as heat spreads inside their connected bodies.
Hannah grunts and rocks her hips once, harder, making Grace gasp, leaving her breathless for a second as she stares up at Hannah. Hannah leans her forehead against messy bangs, closing her eyes.
When Grace realizes that Hannah's movement has stopped she looks up, trying to steady her breath.
"Grace," Hannah starts, "we can't actually be doing this."
They laugh, and Hannah can't stop herself from softly kissing the corner of Grace's smile.
"Han," Grace whispers, "don't you even think about stopping now."