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Heartbeats (chapter 6)

"Mamrie, my angel, my queen" Tyler implores as Mamrie clumsily tries to get out or her pyjamas "did you think this through?"
"Don't just stay there, help me out! Have you pakced?"
"Yes, both our bags are ready. The car is in the driveway and... are you alright with that shirt?"
Mamrie just lands an impatient look towards him, and holds a button between fingertips: the cast is covering half of their length, making it virtually impossible for her to button up her shirt.
Tyler rushes to help, and notices Mamrie's hands are shaking a little.
"Honey" he comforts her "why are you so upset?"
Mamrie huffs, shaking her head.
"I should have seen that coming. I shouldn't have let Grace get so deep into this. I should-"
"Hey" Tyler objects "Grace is an adult, it's not your job to manage her love life"
She nods, only partially convinced.
"I know."
There's some more fumbling with buttons and shoelaces, and he calmly tries to soothe all of Mamrie's frustrations.
"Ok, let's go" she breathes out once she's fully dressed, "we have a job to do."
She walks past a reluctant Tyler, who grabs the car keys and patiently follows her outside. When he exits the flat, she's already sitting in the car, Beanz's head peaking out of the open window, and Mamrie's fingertips tapping impatiently to an improvised tune.
"It's a 5 hours drive. Are you sure you want to take her?"
"Absolutely! She's used to it. Also, the friends who would be available on such short notice are in another continent."
"Mamrie, are we really doing this?" he asks once more, leaning over the steering wheel "I mean, we have no real evidence. What if we're wrong?"
"Look, I know my friends. I know the program Hannah put together by heart. I know she's an awful lier and she knows it too. If she's trying to hide something from me, it must be something pretty bad."
"But it could be something else!"
"And what could it be Tyler?" Mamrie is growing impatient. They're wasting time.
"Maybe they're at a hospital. Maybe they got too drunk last night!"
"No - It must be that!" her nostrils flare, and Tyler shrinks for a moment, but then musters his courage and reacts.
"We cannot break up a marriage - a marriage, Mamrie! - because of an assumption!" He squeaks, holding the steering wheel even tighter.
"You said Matt is gay! Isn't that a good enough reason to break them up?" Mamrie's eyes are watery, and Beanz whines a little, unsuccessfully trying to lick her face.
"It's none of our business!" he bursts out "That's his-"
Hey ladieeeeeeeees!
'Camp it up' explodes in the air as Mamrie's phone lights up, while they both stare at each other angrily. She grabs it and hisses "Sorry gotta take this one" without even looking at the screen.
"Hello?"
- - -
Grace decides cuddling might be her new favourite sport. It's still unclear to her why she never realised it's one of the greatest stress relievers humanity ever came up with, up there with puppies and videos of people falling.
Hannah is resting, or maybe thinking - she's always thinking - her hand drawing woven paths that start and end at Grace's bellybutton.
"So... you thought that was hot?"
Grace titters, taken aback by Hannah's question, "I thought you didn't hear me" she replies, coyly.
"You kidding?" Hannah mocks, "you sounded so enthusiastic!"
Grace rolls her eyes and presses her chin on Hannah's head, glad she can't see her face heating up.
"Yeah, well" she tries to explain "I don't know, I've never thought just watching someone... you know... could be so..." she lets out an eloquent grunt "it's like, I touched and you did all those things... it's very different."
Hannah doesn't reply. She has the feeling Grace is not done yet and God forbid she interrupts her when she's feeling like sharing.
"It sort of gives you much more satisfaction, you know? Men are so... quiet and un-cute. And it's like 'I did this - you make a noise and I think 'I'm doing that, look at this, wow'" Grace is freewheeling now "and I was thinking, a woman can never just 'take' from another woman. It's physically impossible. With men, it always feels like they are taking something from you - or at least that's how I feel - rather than-"
Grace stops, noticing Hannah's shoulder quivering slightly. "Are you laughing?" She asks.
"A little" Hannah replies, trying to stifle her laughter, "but please, go on"
"I don't know, it's just... it's just very hot, ok?" Grace huffs, glad she got that off her chest. "Watching a woman coming is just so fucking hot" she repeats to herself.
"I know" Hannah jokes, and just because she can - and because it's right there in front of her mouth - she deliberatly bites Grace's nipple.
"What the-"
But Grace's complaint dies in a sucked-in breath when Hannah sooths the delicate skin with her tongue, drawing shallow, sloppy circles. Her lips close softly over the tip and she just waits for a sound - and it's a throaty groan begging for more.
"Hannah, you're not listening..." Grace jokes, then gasps as the girl bites again while lifting herself to get a better angle.
"Do you like watching me come, Grace?" she mumbles as she moves to the other side, and thinks that she may or may not be in love with Grace, but she's definitely in love with her boobs. 
"Yes..." Grace moans, uncertain, and presses a hand on Hannah's head, encouraging. She brings her free hand to her mouth, trying to muffle her whimpers.
"Do you like when I watch you coming?" Hannah asks again, and she's sucking now,  her tongue darting quickly over the hard nub.
"Yes!" she whispers bewteen her fingers.
Suddenly there's a hand on her hip, pulling her to her side, and before she can grasp what's happening, she is laying face down on the mattress. Hannah moves her hair, exposing her neck, and hovers over her skin, mumbling quietly, nearly to hersefl.
"You smell so good," she sighs "taste so good."
Grace gasps for air when Hannah bites her neck and kisses, then just breathes against it - then starts over, again, and again, until Grace's hands are holding on to her pillow for dear life.
Hannah's breast brushes against her back and that might just be the greatest turn-on she's ever experienced.
"That feels so good" Grace breaths out before she can stop herlsef.
"What, this?" Hannah inquires as she shifts again, this time stroking from her shoulder blade down to the dimples in her lower back. And Grace is starting to understand that maybe the little winces of Hannah's body were not tickles at all. She doesn't answer. Instead, she nods againast the pillow, eyes shut, biting her lips.
Hannah thinks Grace was right, this is giving her great satisfaction. She brushes once more, moving up, dragging her nails along Grace's side. A little high-pitched moan tell her she's doing alright.
She bends forward to suck on Grace's earlobe, and pushes her thigh between her legs.
"Ah!" the woman lets out, before burying her face in the pillow.
"Don't hide" Hannah orders, and thrust again. Her thigh is smeared with thick juices - Grace can feel it, and she can't believe she-
"Will you scream again, Grace?" She asks as her fingers explore the wetness, "will you scream for me?"
There nothing more than a trembling breath leaving Grace's lips as she feels Hannah's digits sliding inside her, gently first, then harsher with every thrust.
"Will you, Grace?" She repeats, and pushes once more, this time curling her fingers and turning her wrist until she can hear a long moan muffled through the fabric.
Her movements get faster, and so do Grace's hips, following her - hungry.
Hannah suddenly pulls her hand back, and Grace suckes a breath in as she turns her head to find out why she fucking stopped. It's just a moment before her hips are grabbed and pulled up, and she is forced on all fours, Hannah kneeling behind her.
"You'll scream." the short girl states, before rubbing her fingertips against Grace's clit and pressing her thumb inside her. As soon Grace's legs start to tighten, Hannah slows down, leaving her whine in frustration.
So she relaxes her legs and lowers her hips - and that's when Hannah quickly swiches to push two fingers in, abruptly.
She finally screams.
"Good" Hannah murmus as she plunges in and out, fast and hard, and Grace bites down her pillow to keep quiet.
Hannah can feel the walls closing around her fingers, so she thrusts faster. An  endless, muffled groan filters through Grace's clentched teeth, until her head perks up and she really can't help letting out a short, loud cry. Her hips jerk, legs clasping together and clutching around Hannah's hand, so tight she can't move.
"G-God!" Grace yells again as Hannah manages to move her fingertips - just a bit, but it's enough for her oversensitive flesh. Her hips jolt again, and again, each time a bit more weakly, until she finally collapses, releasing Hannah from her unintended grip.
She doesn't remove her hand straight away. Instead, she waits for Grace to relax completely, and in the meantime she pecks at her dimples, feeling the tiny throb running down her skin.
When all the tension has left Grace's muscles, she finally pulls out, slowly, and a "son of a b-" dies in laughter as Grace realises she just made the most indecent sound.
Hannah sniggers as she crawls to lay on top of Grace, and holds her for a while, in silence.
- - -
Grace makes mental notes.
'Let her rest. Tiny kisses are ok. I like her hair tickling my back, maybe that's a thing I could do' Grace wonders if what works for her would work for Hannah too. And then she realises, not only has she never cared this much about what another person would enjoy during these delicate moments, she also never really paid attention to what she likes herself.
'Soft skin. Warm skin. Stroking her arm.' Grace keeps noticing all the tiny things 'breathing against her shoulder.'
"Are you ok?" Hannah asks.
'Check on her.'
"Was... was that ok?"
'Check that too'
"Grace?"
"Oh" Grace winces "Yes, God, yes that was... more than ok. 10 out of 10 would recommend."
Hannah snorts, and adds: "I meant the... talking? Does it bother you? Some people don't like it..."
'Pour your heart out trying to make her as comfortable as possible. Make sure she is down with absolutely everything you do. Be vulnerable and adorable. Just be the fucking awesomest person ever. How am I going to do that?'
"I do" Grace replies, and jolts to her side, effectively throwing Hannah onto the mattress.
"Hey!" Hannah protests, jokingly, but Grace decides it is an appropriate time to stop talking, because maybe she just realised how lucky she is, how close she was to missing all this.
"Hey" Grace greets her, and shifts closer to kiss her - and how long has it been since the last time she just wanted to kiss someone till they fall asleep?
She pushes Hannah's shoulder to make her lay down - there's no resistance. Two hands come to cup her face, and then it's just them making out in a hotel room, naked, oblivious to anything else in the world.
- - -
"Sweet. Mother. Of God."
Tyler's eyes are about to pop out, staring in to Mamrie's equally wide ones. His hands are covering his mouth, his head slowly shaking, incredulous. He fears he's been scarred for life.
A smirk slowly forms on Mamrie's face as she theatrically swirls a finger in the air and finally presses the red button on her screen.
"Was that enough evidence?" she asks defiantly.
"Oh Lord." Tyler murmus, shocked "my poor, innocent ears. Oh My. Oh Jesus."
"And that's how it's done, Beanz" she presses her cheek against the oblivious dog, "that's how you make a woman orgasm."
"Mames! Don't say that! We are never mentioning this again."
"Do you want to hear it again? I recorded it"
"You did WHAT? Are you out of your goddamn mind? You should have hung up the moment you realised what was happening!"
"Oh no. First rule of the trinity friendship: if any of us butt-dials during sex, we are allowed-slash-required to listen and record for future mockery."
"Are you saying this happened before?" Tyler's hand land on his tighs with a smack.
"Duh. There was that time Hannah called Grace while going down on a girl who would only say 'ai papi, si papi'. Once Grace accidentally called me and let me tell you, it was a whole 2 minutes of silence ending with a 'uughhhh!' from the guy."
Tyler thinks he may need either a strong camomile or a strong Bloody Mary.
"And once I called Grace on purpose as a dare."
"Excuse me?" Tyler didn't think this could get any worse.
"Yeah, so, basically I was dating this guy who could not say my name right if his life depended on it. You know, during the frick frack. But he would have in any other occasion. And Grace did not believe me so..."
"Excuse me, I need a moment" Tyler shuts his eyes, trying to forget everything he heard in the past five minutes.
It doesn't work. There a voice lisping 'will you scream again Grace?' in the back of his head and it's making his stomach twist and turn.
Mamrie watches him shiver a couple of times, but after a few minutes of meditation his eyes finally flip open, and he turns to Mamrie with a new determination in his eyes.
"Let's get going" he says, turning the engine on "we have a potential marriage to destroy."