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Heartbeats (chapter 11)

Making out in a park was never on Grace's list of top ten favourite activities. Till now. Maybe it's the hangover, but when Hannah kisses her, and runs her hands over her sides, her head spins so fast she loses any notion of space. She's floating, and her hand firmly gripping onto some blades of grass is the only thing that keeps her anchored to the ground.
It's only when a heavy drop of rain falls on her forehead, followed by another one that ends up between their lips, that she realises she's been shivering for some time. The temperature dropped nearly instantly when the white, fluffy clouds were overcast by dark, heavy ones, and the wind had picked up.
Hannah notices most people have left the park, and they are about to be caught in some unexpected storm.
"Shit! We better go back" Grace mumbles, rubbing her hands against her arms.
"Yep, right now!" Hannah stands up - a bit too quickly, and her head starts to spin.
Grace follows her, and Hannah promptly wraps her in the blanket. Lightning strikes somewhere over the city, not close enough to scare them, but it's a fair warning of what's coming. They glance at each other and simultaneously start running, as a light drizzle starts to wet the streets of Paris.
They cross a bridge and nearly get run over by a car - the driver honks angrily at them. Halfway to the hotel, the rain becomes heavier and they run faster throught the heavy drops.
"Shit shit shit shit shit" Grace recites as a mantra as she tries to avoid the puddles that are starting to form in some depressions on the pavement. Hannah is struggling to keep up with her, her hair already soaking wet and glued to her face.
"Grace, wait!"
"Not my fault if you're short!" she shouts, ten feet ahead.
She makes it to the hotel first, but she realises she doesn't have a copy of the keys, and refuses to get in through the restaurant in her condition.
"Karma!" Hannah shouts, shaking a bunch of keys as she jogs leisurely to catch up with Grace.
"Come on, I'm freezing!"
Hannah's smile betrays great satisfaction, but she hurries to open the door because the last thing she wants is for Grace to get ill.
They drip water all over the stairs, grateful not to meet anyone on the way. As soon as they're in the room, Grace bolts to the bathroom and drops the blanket into the sink. She start running the water to get a hot shower, when she hears a knock.
"...yes?" she asks, confused.
"Mh... can I come in?" Hannah asks, unsure.
Grace just opens the door and pulls her in by her hoodie, which she notices is heavy with water. The only reasonable solution is to take it off, so she does, together with Hannah's t-shirt.
"Oh" she lets out - this time Hannah is wearing a bra, "always a surprise"
Hannah blushes a little before returning the favour. Grace's t-shirt is completely glued to her skin, leaving very little to guess about her underwear.
The water keeps running, and fills the small room with hot vapour. It takes a few clumsy minutes for them to be out of their soaked shoes and denims, till they are finally just them, naked and shivering in front of each other.
"Go in" Grace orders, and Hannah extends a hand cautiously to check the temperature.
Smack!
Grace is giggling, while Hannah can only pull a shocked face and say: "you didn't!"
"I sure did!" Grace replies "get in, I'm freezing here!"
"How dare you slap my butt!"
"I think you'll find that it's now my butt" Grace objects, and Hannah scoffs, speechless.
She finally enyters the shower, moaning at the sensation of the hot water on cold skin. Grace joins her, effectively stealing the water thanks to her height.
"Hey! Leave some for me!" Hannah protests, but Grace is not willing to give up her position. Instead, she decides that the best solutions is to wrap Hannah in a full-body hug, so they can share the hot stream.
"Mmmmh!" Hannah mumbles, as her face is pressed against Graces chest and a  small puddle of water is forming between her breasts and Hannah's mouth. Hannah thinks if this is the way she goes, so be it - she may even beat the record for drowning in the smallest amount of water ever.
"Mmh" Grace echoes - and Hannah remembers that this is all new to her.
"Is this ok?" Hannah asks. "All good?"
Grace just looks down at Hannah's eyelashes, pearled with perfectly round drops, and kisses her, letting the water run between her lips and fill their mouths, till they can barely breath.
"All good" Grace nods, and smiles.
"It's just..."
"I'm good."
Hannah gives her a skeptic look, and Grace admits: "Ok, actually, I may have had a little breakdown last night, and might have spent a lot of time locked in here, which might have led to you falling asleep."
"What? Gracie! Why didn't you tell me?"
Grace shrugs "I don't know, it's just... embarrassing. I mean, I'm old enough to at least guess what I should do..."
"Wait" Hannah interrupts her "what are we talking about?" She was sure Grace would be panicking about her engagement - or recent lack thereof.
Grace pulls a face, and hovers a hand over Hannah's body, "about this?"
"About... this? You had a breakdown over my body?"
Grace looks down at her, menacing - or that's what's she's trying for, but the water dripping down her jaw and her collarbone just makes it really hot.
"You know what I mean."
Hannah gulps, trying to keep her cool, but seeing Grace in this specific context is becoming challenging for her own self-restraint.
"Yeah" she replies dumbly, and then shakes her head violently because come on, Hannah, get it together. This is not the first time you're in the shower with a  beautiful woman.
"It's ok" she continues, "we'll figure it out together. It's easier than it looks."
Grace takes a deeper breath, and nods.
Hannah grabs the bottle of shampoo and pours some over Grace's hands, then signals for her to rub it against her scalp.
And ok, Grace can do this. Shampooing each other is definitely less scary than... whatever other option there is. Hannah mirrors her movements and proceeds to wash Grace's hair, which is way harder because not only is Grace a foot taller than her, she also has a very impressive mop of hair that got tangled in the rain.
Hannah's fingers get stuck between the knots, and Grace whines a couple of times because she's pulling too hard.
"Sorry!" Hannah says with an innocent face, and that somehow makes everything a little easier. While they rinse each other, Grace accidentally hits Hannah's scalp with the head of the shower, and they both end up laughing, and yes, this is not so hard.
Hannah clears her throat before pouring some shower gel over Grace's palm, and lets her rub her hands together to make a little foam. Grace lifts her soapy hands midair, and it's Hannah who grabs her wrists and guides her, gently, to rest them on her shoulders.
Grace's eyes go from Hannah's encouraging ones down to her torso, and Hannah takes a step to the side to avoid the water stream that would wash the soap away immediately. She can see Grace taking a deep breath in before starting to rub her palms against Hannah's skin - shoulders, neck, arms, sides, stomach, until Hannah unmistakeable pull suggests she should try and feel her breasts.
They're small, Grace thinks, and cute, and perfectly fitting the rest of Hannah's body.
"You're staring at them again" Hannah smirks, "just go for it already!"
She does. She doesn't grab them though - she moves her hands up from her sides, and cups them gently, reverently. Hannah's hands cover hers, and somehow communicate the right pressure, and sensitive points, and Grace is not too surprised to find her thumbs playing with the girl's nipples.
Hannah lets out a small moan, and Grace becomes more confident, pressing her against the wall. Hannah's hands release Grace's, and find something to hold on in her hipbones.
"You're... doing great" she assures, and runs her fingers up and down Grace's back.
Grace believes her, and her hand becomes shameless, moving down her stomach until the texture under her fingertips changes. It's rough at first, but as she moves down it becomes the smoothest thing she's ever touched.
"You trimmed" she comments.
"You can thank me later" Hannah replies, cheekily - yet hoping to not scare Grace off.
Luckily, she answers with the most indecent smile, and bites her lips and wow - surely she can feel now what effect she's having on Hannah. She kisses her once and then quickly bends down on her knees, Hannah's hands forced to slide up her sides.
She's kneeling, now, in front of a naked Hannah. The water hits her on the back,  lightly drumming on her shoulder blades, making her breath irregular. She rests her hands on Hannah's thighs - they're skinny, smooth, and clasped together. She presses her fingers, just enough to hint they should part - Hannah can feel her breath as she moves closer.
Grace looks up, to meet Hannah's flustered eyes - she can't tell if it's the hot vapour that's making her skin so warm and red, but she hopes it's not.
She rubs her thumbs over the soft skin between Hannah's legs, in spirals, closer to her core with every stroke. Until she gets close enough to reveal the darker folds of her skin, and hear a groan above her.
She kisses, just like she kissed her lips in the park - once, and chastely.
Her tongue tentatively darts out, to taste, and she feels the thighs twitch under her grip. She smiles. A hand comes to stroke her hair, gently, without pushing.
She presses her lips against Hannah's warm flesh, again, and tries to reach deeper, but the water starts to fill her mouth and forms a puddle. She stops.
She takes a deeper breath and tries again, but the water keeps streaming down between Hannah's legs, and this time it reaches her nose. She feels like suffocating and abruptly pulls away, coughing.
Hannah lets out a little chuckle, and Grace scoffs, but then laughs too.
"Oh God" she comments, and rest her head against Hannah's leg "I'm failing so bad at this."
Hannah quickly slides down to kneel close to Grace. She can't tell if the drops falling down her cheeks are tears or just water, but the tall woman looks utterly mortified. Hannah just smiles and shakes her head, resting their forehead together.
"Let's get out of here, and take this slowly, ok?" she says, sweetly, and helps Grace up.
- - -
Grace has left the bathroom as soon as she wrapped herself in a towel, and is now sitting at the edge of the bed rubbing nervously at her scalp with another. Hannah lowers in front of her and rests her palms on Grace's knees.
"Grace..."
"Mh" Grace sounds irritated.
"What's up?" Hannah sounds concerned but also weirdly scared. "Are you... having second thoughts?"
"What? No!" Grace's head perks up and her hair falls in front of her face, "I'm just... I feel so clumsy, and stupid."
"Ok" Hannah breaths a bit more easily, "I thought maybe you just really didn't like... you know..."
Grace drags the towel to her side, and looks down to the fragile thing kneeling in front of her. That's when she realises she's not the only one who's afraid and slightly panicking about this new thing that's happening. That's when she sees Hannah for what she is - someone who has been a step away from losing her best friend and the woman she loves, and still feels she might.
That's when she knows she's the one with all the answers, and Hannah has just been bounced around by Grace's decisions and her own wild guesses.
She feels calmer, somehow.
She moves back, sitting in the middle of the bed, and makes a sign for Hannah to follow her. Which she does, crawling close to her, and lays by her side. Grace rolls to face her and wraps an arm around her waist.
"I'm here. I'm yours." she repeats, "But you'll have to teach me, ok?"
She can nearly see clouds moving away from Hannah's eyes, she can nearly feel the weight of her love in them. It fills the room around them and makes everything else disappear.
It takes a minute of calm contemplation for Hannah to wince back into reality, as if the words sent her in a sort of trance.
"Teach you?"
"Yeah, you're so good at it" she giggles, "you may as well to share some of your secrets!"
Grace doesn't expect her to blush, yet she does, and chuckles.
"I'm so good?"
"You are so, so good" Grace teases, "no woman can resist you, Hannah Hart. Your skill can make a lady come apart in seconds, and you are so selfish to keep that knowledge all for yourself."
"Alright, cut it" she laughs.
"Teach me" she repeats, serious this time, "I want to... you know."
"To?" Hannah questions, her smile betraying her - she just wants to have Grace say it.
"I want to give you the best orgasm of your life" Grace answers, defiantly, and it's hard to tell who's more embarrassed, or aroused.
Hannah's head sinks a little between her shoulders, and she smiles, coyly.
She tries to think about the best way she could explain how, and where, but it sounds way too literal in her head. She shakes her head, and Grace follows the changing of her face as she refuses to repeat what she just said in her mind.
"Care to share?" she asks, noticing Hannah is having a whole conversation with herself.
"Alright, let's..." Hannah sighs, unsure "hold your tongue between your teeth, and let the tip peek out of your lips"
Grace frowns, but obeys - feeling slightly ridiculous.
"Like thif?" she mutters - she's pretty sure her tongue should be free to move, rather than trapped like that.
Hannah nods, and pushes her shoulder to make her lay down, then kneels at her side, her face hovering above Grace's.
"I hope it works" Hannah whispers, and rests her lips, softly, over Grace's mouth.
Her tongue strokes, slowly, over Grace's. Grace pays great attention, although the wet feeling on her mouth is pretty arousing, and she loses focus a couple of times.
Hannah's tongue starts off soft, and runs from end to end of Grace's lips - then it becomes harder, and faster - Grace makes mental notes. Circles. Vertical strokes. Horizontal strokes. She presses, she sucks. Grace's lips lose their tension, they become soft, unresisting. Her teeth release her tongue and oops - they're kissing.
"Mmmmh" Hannah protests with a giggle, "that's not how it's supposed to go."
"How do you expect me not to kiss you?"
Hannah doesn't resist. Grace is a river and she's a nutshell, floating, following the stream's whims.
"Want to...?" Hannah asks, and Grace nods.
They swap places, and Grace's wet hair frames Hannah's face, tickling. She lowers. She kisses. She licks, gently, then sucks, and strokes.
Hannah makes a sound, and it's clear to Grace she tried to hold it, and couldn't.
And Grace thinks there's only one word she can use to describe this moment. Four letters that have been floating in her mind since the moment she stepped into Hannah's shadow for the first time, since she kissed her in a hotel room in Paris, since she let her fingers touch her and her mouth confess.
Fuck.
They open their eyes, and they both have the same question.
"How was it?" Grace asks, and Hannah smiles.
"Who's insecure now?"
"Fuck you" Grace scoffs, "and it's your loss if I perform poorly."
"You'll do great" Hannah's voice is clear of any sarcasm, and...
Fuck.
Grace's heart does a little acrobatic number, and her hands grip around what they can. She moves, slowly, and looks below her - Hannah removes her own vest and boxers, to make things easier, to avoid distractions.
She repeats, once more: "you don't have to do it, ok?" but Grace is kissing her chest, and nipples, and stomach and...
Fuck.
Hannah's skin is smooth and perfumed and there - for her. It's Hannah who parts her legs, and moves a hand to expose her own nakedness. Grace looks up, again, but Hannah's turned her head - and Grace then knows it's not something she normally does. She's doing it for her, to clear the path she should follow.
She lowers. She kisses. She licks, gently, then sucks, and strokes.
Fuck.
A light, inebriating feeling takes over. Grace pushes Hannah's thighs apart, to reach further, and she can hear Hannah panting, each breath about to break into a moan.
She'll break it.
Her tongue moves faster, harder. Hannah's body seems to be run by small shockwaves that make her legs twitch and press against Grace's head. She pushes them again.
Fuck.
She's broken her silence into sounds - sweet, tiny, imploring sounds. Everything expands, becomes more welcoming. Grace's mouth presses, open, against smooth skin. It's slippery now, and every detail clear, obvious. It's only natural, Grace thinks, to fill that space. To touch. To feel. So her fingers touch, and feel, and Hannah breaths faster, almost impatient. It's almost unexpected when she grabs Grace's wrist and pulls, roughly, and "Fu-uck!" she lets out.
Fuck.
I'm inside her.
It's almost like drinking, if she were the liquid that's being swallowed. Grace feels the hot flesh around her, and suddenly she's pulled out then pushed in again, hard, and Hannah has lost any restraint now. She does it again, and this time Grace follows her, and "Fuck!" Hannah nearly screams.
Until she doesn't let her go again, she keeps her wrist tight, pressed against her core, and Grace doesn't know what to do. She's locked, still.
She worries a little, and moves up - to see if Hannah's eyes have an explanation.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to rush you" Hannah clears up, her voice coming from the depth of her throat.
"Rush me?" Grace giggles, "you've been waiting for two days."
Hannah smiles - her smile almost weak - and simply says: "make it two years."
Grace's expression softens then - Hannah can see she's almost feeling guilty, almost sorry, and that's not what today is about.
"Move your fingers" she orders, gently.
Grace frowns - Hannah is still keeping her hand locked in her grip.
"How?"
"Just... move them."
"Like this?"
Grace tentatively moves the tips of her fingers.
"Mmh... yes. More."
"Are you sure I won't hurt you?"
"Pretty sure" she assures, her voice breaking, "Just... please."
Grace finally curls her digits and Hannah's body curls with them. The girl's eyebrows knit together and it would look like pain if she weren't smiling, holding her lower lips between her teeth.
Hannah mouths the word 'yes' - her knees rise and her feet arch in what Grace finds is a very feminine pose. Her head drops, her neck stretched and bare.
Grace's fingers press against the walls trapping her - she listens, careful, to the changes in Hannah's voice at her movements, to mark in her memory her favourite.
"Yes!" She repeats, and this time Grace can hear it.
Her wrist is released.
She wishes this wouldn't end, not now, not soon - yet she can't slow herself down. Hannah's breath dictates her rhythm, and it's getting faster.
"Harder" she implores, and 'harder it is', Grace thinks, till Hannah twists like a snake, shaking, and finally pulls Grace against her body - as if she could, now that it's over, disappear.
"Gracegracegracegrace" she chants, endlessly, and she's almost laughing, or crying - she really doesn't know. She holds Grace close, hands in her hair. Grace smiles, and surrenders to her grip.
"Happy birthday, Han."