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Knock out (NSFW)

Sitting on a stool in Grace's and Mamrie's garden, Hannah squinted her eyes at the sun and pressed the ice pack harder against her jaw. The pain was still there, searing as if someone had marked her with a hot iron. She still tasted metal in her mouth. Frowning, she gurgled and managed to gather a bit of saliva, which she quickly spat out. The glob coloured red on the terrace tiles, and she quickly wiped it off with one of the towels nearby. She still had a hard time pinpointing where exactly it had gone wrong. She remembered keeping a fair distance from Grace. She remembered Grace closing the distance between them, she remembered throwing a punch. And then there was... nothing. Next thing she knew, she had squinted her eyes open and found herself staring at Grace's feet as she herself laid down in the grass, dizzy and with a killer ache in her jaw.
"Motherfucker." She ran her fingertips over the sore skin, "This is horrible."
Hearing the door of the patio open, Hannah turned around and saw Grace walking over to her. The brunette glanced at what the older girl was holding in her hands, and frowned.
"Grace." She held out her hand, "Grace, please don't. No. Grace!"

"Shut up." Grace frowned, kneeling in front of her friend, "Sit still while I take a look at your lip. Seriously, Hannah, what were you thinking?"
"I obviously thought you were not gonna hit me square in the face."
Grace pulled back and frowned at her friend.
"We were kickboxing." The blonde shook her head, sighing, "Me taking a swing at your face was pretty much the purpose of the workout. If you had kept your guard up..."
"I didn't."
"I know you didn't. I don't know why you didn't," Grace emphasised, dabbing a wet towel against her friend's split lip, "But anyway."
Because I was too busy looking at you. Hannah sat still, watching Grace nurse her lip carefully. She felt like she was experiencing some kind of sensory overdrive. Feeling the blonde's fingertips brush against her cheek lightly as she tried to wipe away the blood without hurting her too much, the fact Grace was chewing her own bottom lip out of concentration. Hannah felt a twang of pain shoot through her as Grace pressed down too hard.
"Fuck." Hannah gasped, "Jesus Christ, that hurts."
"I'm sorry, baby." Grace whinged, sitting back to look at her friend's face, "Well, apart from the lip, it doesn't show that I knocked your lights out." She got up and extended her hand to Hannah, "Why don't we have some lunch?" She pulled Hannah onto her feet, "We can eat on the patio and then you can help me set up tonight's party and get ready and all."
"Sounds good, dude." Hannah sighed and touched her jaw again, "Remind me not to ever fight with you, Grace. Those awkward hands land pretty heavily."
"I didn't do it on purpose." Grace murmured as she wrapped an arm around Hannah's shoulder, "Let's get you inside."
-
The next couple of hours were spent tidying up the place and making sure enough alcohol was chilled by the time guests would arrive. Hannah had offered to take care of the latter, knowing that Grace had a tendency to forget to chill wine and beers, dump them in the freezer and then forget about them until they were frozen rock solid. As Hannah carefully stacked as much alcohol as possible into the fridge, Grace attempted to make the place look somewhat presentable.
"What time is Mamrie getting back?" Hannah asked, "Thought she was gonna help out as well."
"You know what she's like," Grace shrugged, "She doesn't like to prep for parties. She'll be the one running around with trash cans tomorrow morning when we are still blissfully hungover." The blonde turned to Hannah, "You're staying the night?"
"If you've got the room." Hannah said casually, "Is the boyfriend staying tonight?"
"The boyfriend," Grace smirked, "Is in Texas for the week, so he won't attend this epic bash, no."
"Then I guess I can stay." The brunette got up and grabbed an empty crate, "I'm gonna put this outside for the time being."
As she made her way through the room, Grace stared after the petite brunette. She had no idea why Hannah had some kind of reluctance to actually say her boyfriend's name. Grace had picked up on it fairly soon in the relationship, and she had gone along with it because she found it funny. Recently, however, it would result in Hannah mainly coming out with her and Mamrie if it was just the three of them. Or they would spend time together at Hannah's flat. Now I think of it, that is a bit weird... Grace rearranged the pillows on the couch and looked at the door as Hannah entered again, flashing her a big smile.
"Hannah?" Grace asked, tempted to raise the issue, "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure." The brunette ran her hand through her short hair, "What is it, Gracie?"
Why are you so repulsed by the thought of hanging out with me and my boyfriend simultaneously?Grace looked at her friend who was now staring back at her in mild confusion.
"Nothing." Grace forced a smile, "Sorry."
"You sure?"
"Yeah." The blonde got up from the couch, "I forgot where the snacks were, but I remembered just now. I'll go get them."
"What do you want me to do in the meantime?" Hannah dug her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, "Alcohol is stacked, place is clean, I've made a playlist for the tunes, sooo..."
"Why don't you go shower." Grace smiled, "You've deserved that."
"Cool." Hannah stretched, "Don't be surprised if you run out of warm water. I'm going to enjoy this."
"Don't you dare." Grace said jokingly, "Want to get another slap?"
"I love how we have domestic violence going on and I'm not even dating you." Hannah yelled back from the bathroom, "We'd make such a great couple, Gracie."
Grace chuckled at her friend's joke as she put down a couple of plastic bags on the kitchen counter. She heard the water from the shower running and sighed. Ever since she had moved to Los Angeles, she had found herself missing Hannah even more on days she didn't get to see her. She had Mamrie who lived with her, and 'the boyfriend' who was more than willing to stay several nights per week, but she always found herself craving for Hannah's company the most. We'd make such a great couple, Gracie. She shook her head as to wipe the thoughts from her brain, and put out some snack bowls. This is getting way too weird.
"Hello? Earth to Grace?"
"The fuck!" Grace yelled, jumpy from the sudden hand on her shoulder, "What the fuck!"
"Calm your tits down." Mamrie frowned, "What the hell got into you, Helbig?"
"Oh shit." Grace put the palm of her hand on her chest, "I'm sorry. I was just daydreaming and I obviously didn't hear you come in. You alright?"
"Before your yelping tore my eardrum, I was great, thanks." Mamrie frowned, "Sean is staying tonight, by the way." She put down her bag, "Is Scott back yet?"
"He's in Texas."
"Ah." Mamrie turned her head towards the door before looking back at her housemate, "So who is in the shower right now?"
"Hannah." Grace rested her back against the counter, "I was kickboxing with her in the garden earlier and I split her lip."
"You what?"
"You know." Grace mimicked a move, "Wham. She didn't keep her defence up, I knocked her out."
"Is she alright?"
"Apart from a damaged ego and a split lip, she's fine." Grace smirked, noticing the water had stopped running, "I'm gonna hop into the shower as well. Will you be okay down here?"
"Definitely." Mamrie opened up the fridge, "I see Hannah stacked the booze." She grinned, "I like having her over, Grace. We should have her over more."
"She's already here five days out of seven."
"Make it six then." Mamrie took a swig of beer, "Oh yeah, this is the life."
"I'll be back in a bit." Grace grinned, leaving Mamrie by herself and ascending the stairs.
-
"Grace?"
The blonde stood still in front of the bathroom door. She looked ahead, her bedroom door only a few metres away. She could ignore Hannah and just leg it. Why would I want to ignore Hannah? What the hell. She sighed at the inconsistent train of thought and leaned against the doorframe.
"Yeah?"
"My lip is bleeding again." Hannah's voice sounded from the other side of the door. Alright, and? I mean, do I say something to that now? "Hello?"
"Yeah, um." Grace frowned, "Sorry. What exactly would you like me to do?"
"I can't really touch it myself?" Hannah spoke more high pitched, the small lisp at 'self' making Grace smirk like an idiot, "I kind of pull away the second I touch it. It just happens automatically."
"Right." The blonde rested her hand on the door knob, "Want me to come in and do it?"
"Yes please."
Grace turned the knob and entered her bathroom, before realising Hannah was simply wrapped up in one of her towels. For a second, her mind turned blank.
"Sorry, I thought you were dressed." Grace started, "I can come back when you -"
"It's okay." Hannah smiled, "I'll keep a firm grip on this towel." She winked, "Right. Work your magic, Helbig. And don't hurt me."
Hannah sat down on the closed lid of the toilet seat and shut her eyes firmly closed. Grace sighed and grabbed a cotton wad. Putting some liquid on top of it, she knelt down in front of Hannah and arched her back so she was face to face with the younger girl. Small droplets of water were still falling from the blue eyed girl's hair onto her shoulders, slowly trickling down her pale skin. Why am I even paying attention to that? Grace exhaled slowly and reached out for Hannah's chin, trying to keep it still as she touched the girl's lip. Hannah opened her eyes and looked at her friend in front of her as she slowly dabbed away at the small wound.
"Ow." She whinged as Grace dabbed right into it, a small twang of pain shooting through her lip.
"Sorry." Grace mumbled, "You know, I once hit Tim with a glass water bottle." She looked focussed, "After he had given away my bike. And he had this gash on his cheek, and it didn't stop bleeding. So I was panicking, right?" She looked up at Hannah who was seemingly intrigued by the story, "And he just wouldn't stop crying. And my neighbour, some woman called Olivia, heard him crying in the yard so she came over," Grace dabbed at the lip again, "And she basically just wanted Tim to stop crying. Because well, it wasn't as if he was gonna die. It was a small cut. And Tim wouldn't have it. He was like nine at the time, and he kept squealing like a pig. So this woman picks him up and says 'You know what helps these kind of pains? A bit of love and a kiss.'. And she kissed him right on the forehead." Grace smirked at the memory, "And he fucking stopped crying. Instantly. It was hilarious. Each time he got hurt afterwards, I'd tease him with that." Grace leant back, "There, all done."
"Is the moral of that story that you have to have someone kiss your pain away?" Hannah frowned.
"I guess." Grace snorted, "Why?"
"I'm in pain." Hannah said quietly, "And technically, that is your fault."
"Are you," The blonde smirked, "Are you implying I should kiss your lip better?"
"It's more a suggestion than an implication." Hannah looked in between Grace's eyes, "But it comes down to the same."
"I've got a boyfriend." Grace smirked.
"I'm not asking you to fuck me." Hannah whispered, "Scott's not here. You hurt my lip, you brought this story with Tim up. Let's put the theory to test."
Feeling uncharacteristically nervous, Grace couldn't think of anything else to say. She blinked her eyes a few times, somewhere hoping that this was some sort of weird dream she was going to wake up from. She had to conclude that it was pretty real; Hannah was right in front of her, and had just asked her to kiss her. You've been curious what it would be like for a while. The small voice in the back of her mind told her. You've always been somewhat intrigued by her. Grace relaxed and leant in closer, somehow expecting Hannah to suddenly get up and laugh it off as a joke. When the brunette didn't budge at all, Grace stopped inches from the younger girl's lips and felt Hannah's breath on her skin. It's just a kiss, Grace. All girls kiss their friends at some stage.
"Kiss me." Hannah whispered gently.
All inhibitions were gone. Grace closed the distance between them and brushed her lips against Hannah's, making sure she wouldn't actually hurt the brunette too much. She felt Hannah gasp at the contact, before trying to pull out of the kiss. Fuck it. Not wanting to let go, Grace leant in further, forcing Hannah to lean back as Grace kissed her friend more intensely, her fingertips tracing Hannah's jaw line as her lips pressed eagerly against the younger girl's.
"Are you two nearly done?" Mamrie's voice sounded from the other side of the door, "I'd like to freshen up a bit."
"Fuck." Hannah mumbled, although Grace had no idea what the expletive was for, "Yeah, Mames, give us a few minutes, yeah?" She looked at Grace, "What was that for?"
"I don't know." The blonde got up and ran her hand through her hair, "I'm so sorry."
"Don't be." Hannah reached for her underwear, "It's alright. We'll talk about it later. Could you, um, turn around?" She looked at her underwear, "You know."
"Fuck. Yeah, sorry." Grace turned around, happy that Hannah could no longer see the blush that had crept into her cheeks, "Um, actually, Hannah, can we just forget about what just happened? I don't know what came over me, but it's obviously just a spur of the moment thing." She shut her eyes close, "You know. Straight, boyfriend."
The rustling of Hannah putting on her clothes quietened down for a second, before the brunette zipped up her jeans and sighed.
"Sure." She said solemnly, "Whatever. You can turn around, by the way."
"Thanks." Grace looked down at the younger girl who was now pulling her vest over her head, "You can blow dry your hair in my room if you like."
"Will do." Hannah said shortly, grabbing her beanie and jacket from the chair next to her, "I'll see you in a bit, yeah?"
Without another word, the brunette made her way past Grace, opening up the door and nearly walking into Mamrie who was standing right in front of her. Mumbling a quick apology, Hannah disappeared to the left, leaving the second Hart and Grace by themselves in the bathroom.
"What's up with her?" Mamrie frowned, "Is she alright?"
"I hope so." Grace rubbed her eyes, "Right, I'll leave you to it."
"Hey." Mamrie shouted after her, "You didn't shower."
Grace ignored her friend as she glanced at her closed bedroom door. For a second, she was tempted to go inside. She decided against it, and made her way downstairs again. I'll get my makeup done once Mamrie is out of the bathroom.
-
The party had been going on for many hours. It was somewhere close to 3AM when Hannah put down one of the Solo cups she had been drinking from, and went to retrieve a bottle of lager from the fridge. With the music pounding in her ears, she noticed the fridge's alcohol reserve was nearly gone. May as well restock. She got up and put a stray strand of hair beneath her beanie before making her way through the mass of people. Trying to get to the patio where Grace had put the crates of beer, she came across Grace and Mamrie who were happily chatting to an Asian girl Hannah had not seen before. She smiled politely as they made eye contact and finally made her way through the crowd. Grabbing a few beers, she decided she might as well just stay out for a bit. The night was dark and refreshingly cool.
"Can I join you for a bit?"
She had seated herself on the steps of the patio, beer in hand. She looked up to the same Asian girl and nodded, holding out another beer.
"Have one." She nodded, "They're pretty chill from being out here."
"Thanks." The girl capped it and took a swig, "You're Hannah, right?"
"I am." The brunette grinned, "I have to admit I have no idea who you are."
"Friend of Mamrie's." The girl smiled, "I'm Ran."
Hannah looked up at the dark haired girl. She had to admit she was pretty. And she had always had a thing for foreign girls. She grinned and took another swig of her beer.
"Japanese?" She raised her brow.
"Japanese heritage." Ran replied, "How did you know?"
"Ran means orchid, doesn't it." Hannah asked, getting a nod as a reply, "Suits you."
"How does that suit me?"
"You're, I don't know, flowery." Hannah smirked.
Ran laughed. May as well have a go. Hannah cleared her throat and scooted closer to the black haired girl, who was now looking at her in amusement.
"What happened to your lip?"
"I tried playing sports with Grace." Hannah murmured, "It hurts like a motherfucker."
"I've always been told that you need to kiss pain better."
Hannah looked at the girl in surprise. This can't possibly be. She was about to bring up the weird coincidence of having heard that just hours before by Grace, when Ran leaned in closer and kissed her, smooth lips rubbing against her own. The brunette blindly put her beer down and raised one hand to cup Ran's face as the kissing intensified. She felt a hand on her thigh when the patio door opened up behind them.
"Hey, we ran out of beers inside." A familiar voice sounded, "Hannah?"
Hannah snapped her head around and found herself looking at Grace, who was now staring at both her and Ran. The earlier familiarity with Ran was now completely gone, Hannah noticed. Giving the Japanese girl an icy glare, Grace turned her attention to Hannah once more. I can explain.Hannah's mind screamed, although the thought was immediately countered by her ratio. I don't have anything to explain to Grace though. Without saying another word, Grace turned around and entered the house again, leaving Hannah and Ran to sit on the patio by themselves.
"That was awkward." Ran giggled, "Right. Where were we?"
"Actually," Hannah pulled back when Ran leaned in, "I should probably help Grace out and restock those beers. I'll, um, see you around?"
"Course." Ran got up, "We could maybe catch up one day, have some coffee -"
"That sounds great." Hannah interrupted her, "Alright. Um. I'll be heading in."
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hannah mumbled to herself as she grabbed another crate of beer and carried it inside. This time, people were more willing to let her pass through. She made her way to the fridge and started shelving the beers as she noticed Grace passing her by from the corner of her eye. Go talk to her. Hannah got up and gestured for Tyler to continue stacking the beers. Making her way over to where she saw Grace standing, she was surprised to see the blonde was nowhere to be seen. She glanced into the hallway – empty. She must have gone upstairs. She knew that Grace and Mamrie upheld a tight 'no upstairs business' rule while throwing parties, so the fact the blonde had gone off, was weird at least. Hannah frowned and put her hand on the banister, doubting whether or not to go after Grace. Taking a step down, she quickly reconsidered and started making her way upstairs.
-
Hannah had checked all the rooms but Grace's bedroom, so it was rather evident to her that the blonde was hiding behind the last door. The brunette readjusted her beanie on top of her head and put her ear against the door. Maybe she had to take a phone call and it was too loud downstairs.After a few seconds, she could hear a distinct sobbing sound. What the hell. Without thinking twice, she pushed the door open and laid eyes on Grace who was standing at her window.
"Grace?" Hannah tried, "What's wrong?"
"Leave me alone, Hannah." Grace furiously wiped beneath her eyes, "Honestly, just... Just go away."
"Why?" The brunette got closer, "You always tell me what's wrong, baby."
"And do not baby me." Grace snapped, "Go back to Ran and finish what you started."
Trying to push her way past Hannah in order to leave the room, Grace started to feel claustrophobic. She couldn't pinpoint what exactly she was feeling, but the fact she had seen Hannah and Ran make out, had been enough to make her empty her stomach contents in the upstairs bathroom. She had assumed it was too much alcohol, but the small voice in the back of her mind hinted that it could have been jealousy. Why on earth should I be jealous of Hannah and Ran. That's ridiculous. She nearly got to the door when Hannah grabbed her arm and pulled her back roughly.
"Let go of me." Grace frowned, "What the fuck, Hannah."
Hannah, despite Grace's attempt to pull loose, kept a firm hold on the taller girl's forearms as she kicked the door of her bedroom shut and pinned Grace against it, looking at the brown eyed girl curiously.
"You're jealous." It sounded like a statement.
"Of what?" Grace squeaked, "I find it tasteless that you are snogging some girl on my patio, that's it. That is all there is to it, bad taste. For your information, I have a boyfriend, I do not -"
"Oh, shut up, Grace." Hannah sighed.
"I won't, I don't see why you -"
Without further warning, Hannah cupped Grace's face and stood on the tip of her toes, her lips touching Grace's firmly. The blonde murmured something against her mouth but not sound was clearly audible. Expecting a slap, Hannah pulled away. Rather surprised that Grace stood there motionless, Hannah wet her lips and leaned in closer once more.
"Why are you jealous?" Hannah whispered, lowering her hands until she rested on Grace's hips.
"I'm not."
Hannah squeezed firmly, just not hard enough to hurt her friend.
"You're lying." Hannah brushed her lips against Grace's neck, "I know you, Grace. I see right through you when you lie." She pulled back and tuck a strand of loose hair behind the blonde's ear, "How about we are just honest for a minute?"
"You want honest." Grace breathed, "Fine. Frankly, I do not understand what your beef is with my boyfriend. I do not understand why you and I flirt for the hell of it and I especially don't understand why it makes me feel funny. I do not understand why you feel the need to kiss me when you are wearing nothing but a fucking bathrobe and then decide to make out with some Chinese chick on my patio. I don't understand why you then fail to see why that upsets me, stalk me into my own bedroom and then fucking manhandle me against the door."
"She's Japanese." Hannah grinned, "And you kissed me." She continued, "That been said, why does it upset you that Ran and I were kissing? Do you fancy her?"
"Who, Ran?" Grace whinged, "Hell no. Why would I – That doesn't even make sense. Why would I fancy Ran?"
"Because the only other alternative for you being jealous about her and I making out, is that you fancy me." Hannah said matter-of-factly, "Do you fancy me, Grace?"
"No?"
Hannah had picked up on the doubtful tone. Smiling, she pressed her body against Grace's and brought her lips up to the taller girl's ear.
"What if I promise I won't ever tell anyone?"
"Tell anyone what?" Grace frowned, her heart beating out of her chest.
"That I fucked you tonight, in this room."
It was a tricky thing to say, Hannah knew. But she knew flirting. She knew girls. And most of all, she knew Grace. And Grace was not stupid, just scared. And if there was an inkling of a chance she was attracted to the brunette, Hannah wanted to know. She wanted to pursue it. She needed to.
"But you haven't." Grace whispered.
"Yet."
"You're not going to either."
"Why?" Hannah's tongue flickered out to the sore area where it had split in the morning, "Don't you want me to?"
"I," Grace swallowed, "I..."
"Remember how we went on tumblr that one night and you made fun of me because in every single story people write about us, you're the one initiating and you're the aggressor?"
"Yeah." Grace whispered.
"I'm gonna set that straight tonight." Hannah whispered, her teeth pulling at Grace's earlobe gently. "Can you be quiet?"
Grace nodded, unable to form any kind of coherent reply. Hannah pulled back and reached for the lock of the door, locking them inside of Grace's bedroom. She gazed at the blonde who was now resting her back against the door and looking at Hannah nervously. The brunette took her beanie off and started to ease out of her leather jacket as she looked at Grace's attire. The blonde had opted for one of her favourite red dresses and high heels. Hannah nodded at the brown eyed girl's feet.
"Get rid of the heels." She demanded, throwing her jacket aside and getting closer to Grace.
The blonde did as she was told; it immediately diminished the height difference between them as Hannah now pressed her lips against the older girl's collarbone, nibbling at the skin softly. Grace moaned, causing Hannah to squeeze her sides again.
"Quiet, Grace." She mumbled, lowering her hands until they reached the bottom of the dress, "Don't make a sound, babe."
Her fingertips trailed over the smooth skin of Grace's thighs, sliding upwards and inching the dress higher, until Hannah could feel the edges of her best friend's underwear. Smirking, she used her foot to kick gently at the inside of one of Grace's feet.
"Wide." She ordered.
Grace was too delirious to do anything but comply. Spreading her legs somewhat wider, she leant against the door as Hannah started sucking at the skin of her neck once more, one of her hands trailing down her leg until she reached her knee. Tugging gently, Hannah lifted Grace's leg up beside her, pressing her body against Grace's to keep her upright as the blonde kept one foot firmly on the ground while her other leg was wrapped around the petite brunette.
"Look at me." Hannah whispered as she ran her fingers up Grace's leg once again.
Brown eyes found blue ones as Hannah cupped Grace over her underwear, evoking a grunt from the taller girl. She rest her head in the nape of Grace's neck as her fingers gently pressed against the blonde's underwear, the tall girl's arousal pretty obvious as Hannah touched a familiar heat. The brunette smiled and slid her hand down Grace's underwear, causing the blonde to moan and become less steady on her feet.
"You like that?" Hannah moved her fingers around, smearing Grace's slit before resting her fingers at the girl's clit, rubbing it gently, "Want me to fuck you, Gracie?"
"Yeah." Grace sounded hoarse.
"Bed."
The music from downstairs was the only background noise as Grace walked backwards towards her bed, Hannah following suit. It wasn't until her calves hit the bed and Hannah gave her a controlled push, she fell back onto the mattress. Trying to clamber further on the bed, she was quickly stopped by Hannah who had slid her hands up her legs once more and now took a firm hold of her underwear, tearing it down tanned legs. Tossing Grace's underwear aside, Hannah pulled her own V-neck over her head and quickly took off her jeans before getting on top of the bed too.
"Kiss me." Grace breathed, finding the sight of an underwear-clad Hannah on all fours highly arousing, "Come up here."
Hannah wasted no time as she swung one leg over Grace's and placed both hands on either side of the girl's head before leaning down and kissing the blonde eagerly. Ignoring the searing pain in her lip, she deepened the kiss, feeling her own excitement build as Grace moaned into her mouth. She felt how the blonde ran her hands up her thighs slowly, fingernails lightly scraping over her skin. Deliberately or not, it gave Hannah goose bumps. She straddled the blonde and reached behind her own back to take off her bra before pulling Grace upwards and doing the same to her. The taller girl laid back as Hannah slowly grinded against her, their bodies only separated by one layer of underwear.
"You're gorgeous." Hannah ran her hand up Grace's stomach, "You know that?"
"No, I'm not."
"You are." The brunette murmured, her hand lightly cupping one of Grace's breasts, "You're breathtakingly beautiful." She raised her hips up, "And I'm gonna make love to you until you believe it." She added, "Turn over."
"Wha?" Grace frowned.
"On your stomach." Hannah smiled, "Trust me."
Grace felt slightly nervous but did so nevertheless. Laying down on her stomach and no longer feeling Hannah's body touching her own, made the blonde feel even more naked than before. Suddenly, she felt a warm wetness near the base of her neck. Seconds later, again, only somewhat lower. Feeling Hannah's lips kiss down her spine, made her feel oddly relaxed. She felt a last lingering kiss near the small of her back, before Hannah sneaked her arms around her body and pulled, causing Grace to swap to all fours. Slap. A stinging pain shot through her entire body Hannah's hand palm landed on her ass cheek hard.
"Fuck." Grace yelped, "What the fuck!"
"Quiet." Hannah hushed her, "Sorry." She added, running her thumb gently over the patch of skin that was now turning red, "That was harder than I intended."
"You're telling me." Grace put her head down, "Jesus."
"I'll kiss it better."
Grace could literally feel Hannah smirk as the younger girl coyly pressed her lips against the sore area, before brushing her thumb over her ass cheek once more in order to sooth it.
"And now you've kissed my ass." Grace giggled, "Okay."
"If you're good and you keep quiet," Hannah gently scraped her fingernails over Grace's spine, "I'll be kissing something else in a bit."
Grace felt Hannah's hand come around to her front and gently slide down between her legs, brushing her fingertips against her clit. Sharply inhaling, she tried not to make a sound as the brunette's fingers teasingly ran up and down her slit, coating her wetness all over. Feeling Hannah caress her gently as the other girl's hand stroked her back, made it impossible for her to keep quiet. Letting out a small groan, she grabbed one of her pillows and buried her head into it. Hannah hit another sensitive spot, causing even the pillow to prove inefficient. Hannah grinned and reached out to grab Grace's shoulder before pulling her up. She wrapped her arms around Grace so that they were both kneeling, her breasts pressed into Grace's back. Leaning back into Hannah's arms, Grace placed her hands on Hannah's upper legs, which were now on each side of her.
"Hannah..." Grace breathed, "Please."
Hannah gently kissed the side of the blonde's neck as her right hand slid in between Grace's legs, the left holding the girl firmly against her. Sliding inside of Grace effortlessly, the brunette made sure her palm rubbed against the older girl's clit with every single stroke. Judging by the fact Grace dug her fingernails into the skin of her legs every few seconds, Hannah reckoned she was doing an alright job pleasing her best friend. The music downstairs seemed to have been turned down a notch. Hannah heard nothing more than Grace's little panting noises and the sound of her own fingers fucking the blonde. She nibbled at the blonde's earlobe, causing the girl to gasp.
"I think your party is near its end." Hannah breathed, never stopping her ministrations, "Promise me you'll stay quiet."
"I will." Grace brought her arm backwards to Hannah's neck, holding her in place as she turned her face sideways and kissed the brunette on the lips, "Promise."
Hannah let go off her and pushed Grace down on the mattress before grabbing her hips.
"Turn over." She smiled devilishly, "On your back, Grace."
Immediately complying, Grace felt her breath hitch in her throat as Hannah didn't wait for a single second and laid in between her legs. She felt Hannah grab her leg and put it over her shoulders before doing it again with the other leg. Oh God.The blonde's mind screamed at her, She's actually going to. She felt Hannah wrap her arms around her legs and seconds later, the girl's tongue was latching onto her clit, teasing it as if there was no tomorrow. Bucking her hips upwards, Grace clutched her duvet in her hands tightly as a familiar sensation was building up in the pit of her core. Keep quiet. Keep quiet. Keep quiet. She brought one hand up to her mouth and covered it as Hannah's tongue slid into her, trying to suppress the moan that came with the feeling of the younger girl tongue fucking her. Hannah went for her clit again, and this time, Grace found it harder to stay quiet. She grabbed a handful of Hannah's hair with her free hand and pulled the girl against her harder, her hips still bucking against Hannah's face as the brunette licked her eagerly.
"Hannah." Grace panted beneath her breath, "Ow."
She looked down to see Hannah look right back up to her. For a second, their eyes met. Grace was about to try and say something else when Hannah's tongue flicked over her clit for a final time and she could no longer delay what had been building up inside of her. With a sharp hiss, she yanked at the brunette's hair and fell limp onto the duvet, panting and trying to not sound too loudly. She fought to open her eyes after a few moments, just in time to see Hannah run her hand through her hair and then touch her lip, frowning. Suddenly, it became too much for the blonde. She erupted in a fit of giggles, causing Hannah to crawl up to her and kiss her.
"Be quiet." Hannah smiled, "Come on now, Grace. You managed until now."
"S-stay with me." Grace mumbled, "Please."
"Your party. We can't stay in here."
"Hannah, please."
Hannah knew that she could impossibly deny Grace something. She leaned in and kissed the blonde gently, looking in between her eyes as she stroked her cheek.
"I need to tell you something." She whispered, "Don't freak out, okay?"
"Yeah." Grace stroked Hannah's arm gently, "What is it?"
"I think," Hannah paused, "I think that I've fallen in love with you."
She had expected some dramatic turn away, but Grace just remained still, looking at her as intensely as Hannah was looking at her. Then she nodded.
"I know." Grace leaned in and brushed her lips against Hannah's, "I feel it."
"You knew that I had?"
"No." Grace stroked her best friend's cheek in return, "I feel this," She gestured in between the two of them, "too. I feel it too."
"So what do we do now?"
For the first time that day, Hannah felt anxious. Her confidence was gone. She knew it was a long shot. She was a free agent, Grace was most definitely not. Grace was supposedly straight.
"Let me talk to Scott when he gets back from Texas." Grace mumbled, "I'll, I'll try to let him down easily. And then, I don't know," She looked at Hannah, "We could give this a chance?"
"You'd want that?"
"Don't you?" Grace suddenly had her guard up, feeling anxious about the situation all of a sudden.
"Of course I do." Hannah sighed, "Since that day I met you at Playlist, Gracie."
Grace bit her bottom lip and pulled the brunette closer, kissing her feverishly as Hannah tried her best to not collapse on top of the older girl.
"Hey!" A voice shouted from the other side of the door, "Are you in there, you fuckers?"
Hannah pulled away, mouthing 'Mamrie' at Grace, who now looked equally horrified.
"What is it, Mames?"
"Where did you go? And Hannah? And why is this door locked?"
"I, um." Grace looked at the brunette on top of her, "Just a second!"
"I'll be in the bathroom. The party, in case you wondered, has ended." Mamrie sounded from the hallway, "Ran left her number for Hannah, by the way."
"I'll throw it out." Hannah smiled against Grace's cheek, "Promise." She pecked the blonde's lips gently, "Look, I'll go talk to Mames and tell her some story about you not feeling well and me taking care of you, alright? You, um, get comfy. I'll be right back."
"Hey," Grace held onto Hannah, "I love you." She curled her lips into a small smile.
"I love you too." Hannah grinned, "Right. Mamrie. Be back soon."
As she watched Hannah rapidly putting on her skinny jeans and pulling one of Grace's hoodies over her head, Grace smirked. The youngest Hart left her bedroom in a hurry, and the blonde got beneath the covers, distinctively hearing the two other women talk in the adjacent bathroom. Stretching out, she glanced up at the ceiling. Me and Hannah. Hannah and I. She grinned, turning onto her side and still feeling the phantom touch of the brunette on the insides of her thighs.
"Back!" Hannah whispered, closing the door, "She bought it."
"Good." Grace yawned, "C'mere."
Getting into the bed and wrapping her arms around Grace, Hannah exhaled slowly. The events of the day playing back in her head, she nuzzled into the nape of the blonde's neck and kissed the girl's skin gently.
"Have you got plans for tomorrow?"
"Not particularly."
"Stay with me." Grace covered Hannah's hands that were resting on her stomach, "Tomorrow. And the day after that."
"Anything you want, baby."
Baby. Grace smiled into the darkness as she felt Hannah's body pressed into her back. She felt sleep taking over as Hannah gently stroked her stomach. Drifting off into a blurry daze, she faintly felt Hannah brush her lips against her cheeks one final time, before she fell asleep. Knocked off my feet.