Alarm

Grace pants heavily as she looks at the ceiling. She can't believe she's still doing this after everything. Hannah is kissing her neck ferociously as she toys with the clasps of Grace's bra. She rips it off before taking Grace's aroused breasts into her hands. Grace let's go of all control of her mind for a moment and tries to just enjoy the way Hannah works around her body, how she knows each and every spot - where to kiss, where to nip, where to suck. It was the vibrating of the shorter woman's mobile on the bedside table that pulled her back to reality. She sat up which made Hannah roll off her and lay back on the other side of the bed.

"I can't do this Hannah," Grace told the brunette laying beside her.

The phone buzzed again. Grace looked at it, picking up on the unknown number on the front screen. "Why don't you answer that Hannah?" Grace spoke trying to keep her emotions out of her voice.

Hannah tried to shrug her off as she pulled at the bedsheet around Grace's body playfully. "Why don't you just come back to bed baby?"

"Don't do this," Grace breathed struggling to keep it together. She grabbed her t-shirt from the floor as she pulled it over her head before she stood up and went to the kitchen pouring a glass of water. Soon Hannah joined her in the kitchen, dressed in fresh sweats taking the glass out of Grace's hand and drinking from it. She looked at Grace, with those eyes that Grace fell in love with all those years ago. "Don't," breathed Grace.

"Don't what baby?" Hannah asked, her hands falling to Grace's hips.

"Don't act like I don't know where you've been Hannah," Grace snorted, anger beginning to drip into her words as she pushed Hannah backward creating distance between them. "It's getting ridiculous now, I can smell her on you!"

"Grace, I really don't know what you're talking about," Hannah sighed but Grace saw right through her. That was the one thing Hannah hated about Grace, she could always figure her out.

"Hannah, you're never going to change. It's always going to be the same," Grace started but Hannah interrupted her.

"I love you," Hannah stated, putting an emphasis on the word you. Grace now had no doubt in her mind, but doubt was never a thing Hannah had when it came to the blonde. For years Hannah longed after Grace, at the start, it was just a lust thing but then she fell in love with her. Hannah huffed out a shaking breath, taking Grace's face between her own and rubbing her thumb under her bottom lip wiping away the smudged lipstick from earlier.

"Please don't," Grace spoke softly, all she wanted in the moment was Hannah - Hannah knew it, so she kissed the blonde so slowly and lovingly as if to make everything around them disappear. Grace reciprocated completely with Hannah until everything as almost as heated as it had been in their bedroom a short while ago before Grace pulled herself together and brought the issue back to the forefront of her mind. This time she stepped away from Hannah and walked around to the other side of the island that sat in the kitchen leaning against it. "Hannah, you've had her in our bed."

Grace remembered the moment very vividly. Hannah had just left for New York when she got back to their apartment after a day working long meetings trying to get further along with her book publishing, it was only after slipping into their bed and noticing the unfamiliar scent on the sheet did she spy the lacy red bra hanging from the doorknob of Hannah's closet. Grace knew that wasn't her underwear and it certainly didn't belong to Hannah. It took her weeks to be able to look at her favorite sheets again let alone sleep between them.

"Grace please," Hannah willed.

"No Hannah, you please. Mamrie warned me, she warned me exactly about this. She told me you wouldn't change. That you'd always be the same. I swear karma is a bitch except I'm at the receiving end of it now," Grace ranted emotionally, a tear spilling down her cheek. Hannah stepped closer again much to Grace's displeasure.

"It's different with you Gracie," Hannah tried.

And for Hannah it honestly was. Hannah had tried to be with anyone to try and push her feelings for Grace to the back of her mind and when she got with Sarah it was the first time it had worked for her on any scale. Grace knew how much she meant to Hannah, she had shown her it every day since they started dating. And Grace reciprocated every ounce of that back to Hannah.

Hannah rubbed her hand up and down Grace's arm a few times before Grace finally relaxed into her touch. All that Grace needed in this very moment was for Hannah to show her how much she meant to her, to show Grace that Hannah wasn't picking - she had already chosen Grace from day one. Grace put her lips on Hannah's and immediately felt the passion from earlier return to both their bodies as they made their way back to their bedroom. If Hannah could make Grace feel like she was the only thing that mattered nothing else really did. 

"What's done is done."