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Double Dog Dares - by hartorotica

Double Dog Dares
If anyone would have told her a few years ago that a bunch of people in their late twenties, early thirties would spend their Monday night on a cabin's patio in LA, playing juvenile drinking games, she'd have laughed. She'd have laughed hard.
"Do it. Do it!" Nick laughs as he claps his hands, and before Hannah Hart can even make an attempt at a half-hearted protest, Mamrie's already cupping her cheeks before planting a kiss on her lips.
"Mamrie!" Hannah yelps, before turning to the blonde next to her, "Sorry, Swike."
The blonde just shrugs and takes another sip of beer. It strikes Grace as ironic how the youngest one from their entire group seems to be the one who's the least into this. She looks at Sarah as Hannah leans in closer to her and whispers something in her ear, before she notices the tiny details she hadn't noticed before. How Hannah's hand has subtly found its way to Sarah's. How the smaller girl is sneakily pressing some light kisses beneath Sarah's ear as she says whatever she's saying. If she were gay, Grace thinks, she'd be jealous of what the two of them have.
She's not gay, not at all.
The best proof of her sexual orientation might be sitting next to her, wearing a shirt that is nearly as blue as his goddamn eyes. He's tanned, and toned, and ever since she's known him, Grace has found herself staring at this fine human more often than she dares to admit.
"Chris, your turn."
He moves, right next to her, and as he leans forward in their little juvenile circle and tries to grab a tiny crumpled up paper with a dare from an old shoebox, his knee brushes against hers and despite the double layer of clothing, Grace feels jolted.
"This is - wow." Chris grins lazily, "This is really dumb."
"What does it say?" Mamrie quips, "Come on, read it out loud."
"Kiss any girl of your choosing."
"Count me out." Hannah scrounges up her nose, "And for the sake of friendship, count Swike out too."
Sarah laughs at this, and Grace is once again focussed on the interaction between one of her best friend and her new girlfriend. There's something about them that makes her feel something, even though she's not sure what it is. She's so focussed on them that she misses half of Chris' sentence, only picking up 'if you don't mind'.
"Sorry, what?"
"You're sitting closest." Chris looks at her with a glint in his eyes, "So, basically, you know." He gestures between them, "I'm gonna kiss you now."
Oh.
"Yeah, sure."
He snorts, she closes her eyes. It's not the first time they've kissed, and Grace finds herself hoping every single time that it's not the last, either. His hands feel slightly rough as they cup her cheeks, but his lips are just as soft as she remembers. She likes this kissing thing they've got going on, a lot. She gasps into the kiss and Chris leans in closer, deepening the kiss as Grace becomes faintly aware of people around them gasping.
"Okay, you guys." She hears Mamrie speak up, "Alright, Jesus. No need to play tonsil hockey, Riedell. Nick, tell your brother to get off my best friend."
Oh, be quiet, Mamrie. Grace's mind reacts, but she pulls back nevertheless. Chris grins at her, the tip of his tongue just briefly darting between his lips, before he reaches over for the shoebox and holds it out towards Grace.
"Your turn."
She hopes for another kissing dare, but instead picks something about eating a lemon wedge. She sighs, and gestures at Tyler to pass her one of the wedges. Mamrie is cheering and Sarah is smirking and Grace bites down, shutting her eyes tightly as the acid burns her tongue in the best of ways.
-
It's nearly four in the morning when people start leaving. Hannah is first to go, pulling Swike upon her feet and kissing her before saying goodbye to everyone and then coming over to thank her for inviting them. She hugs, and she hugs Sarah, and perhaps the odd feeling in the pit of her stomach is some sort of jealousy; jealous of the fact the Californian girl gets showered with affection that once upon a time was reserved for Grace, randomly. Maybe that's it, maybe she needs -
She definitely knows what she needs.
Grace has no idea where Chris has gone, but he and Tyler have left already, and so have Jocelyn and Michael. There's just Mamrie and Chris left, as the redhead approaches her.
"My cab is gonna be here any second now." She slightly slurs, "Smellbig, this was great. We need to do this again soon, okay? Like, tomorrow."
"I don't think you'll be awake tomorrow."
"You know what," Mamrie wraps her arms around Grace's neck, "I think you're right. Night, darling."
"Night, Mames."
She watches the redhead stumble out of her house and onto the porch, right as a cab pulls up in front of her door. Good. She shuts the front door and then turns towards the only man left.
"I can't find my car keys."
She laughs.
"That's like the oldest trick in the book, Chris."
"I'm serious." He looks at her, nothing but blue eyes and a smirk, "Help me look."
She picks up a couple of pillows and then drops them again, even though they both know she's not actually looking very hard. They are silent for a couple of minutes, before Chris clears his throat.
"Think they must be out on your balcony. I'll look for them tomorrow, is it okay if I just take your couch?"
No.
"Goose won't like that." Grace tries, "She is quite protective."
"She's protective over your couch?" Chris frowns, walking over, "That's what you are saying right now? Goose won't like me sleeping on your couch because it's in fact her couch?"
"That," Grace grimaces, "Seems to be what I am saying."
"Okay." He grins, "I'll sleep outside on a deck chair."
"Hey."
"What?"
"I dare you," Grace pauses, "To sleep in my bed."
"Is that so?" Chris walks over, casually reaching out for Grace's hips, steadying her. "Tell me, Grace," He whispers, "Where are you going to sleep then?"
"In my bed."
Despite him knowing her answer beforehand, he seems slightly surprised. Grace presses herself harder into him, and wraps her arms around his neck, just like they have done half a dozen of times in the past few months.
"That's not very challenging."
"I'll make it challenging if you agree to it." Grace purrs, "How's that?"
"That's something between very sexy and very scary."
"I double dog dare you, Chris Riedell."
It comes out as barely a whisper, and she's pretty sure he hasn't heard her say his name, because his lips are already upon hers and his hands are already sliding up her sweater, and finally this is happening.
"Where's your bedroom?"
"Don't play stupid with me." Grace murmurs between heated kisses, "You know where it is, Chris."
She remembers last time he was over, and they ended up in her bedroom for an hour or so, and she remembers just as well how frustrated she'd gotten after he got up from her bed and told her he had a meeting to go to. There's definitely no meetings at four in the morning. They stumble into her bedroom, and they almost instantaneously start pulling at each other's clothes. Chris takes the upper hand, pulling her sweater over her head before they both start popping buttons of his shirt open. It's Grace's favourite shirt of his, and she can't help but wonder whether he chose to wear it because he too knew this. The shirt comes off after a moment or two and Grace immediately moves her hands down to the zip of his jeans. Just a couple more.
"You're gorgeous."
Grace doesn't know why he says it, but it momentarily stops her from getting his trousers off.
"Thanks?" Wow, you idiot. Well done. "I mean, yeah. You too."
"You're so deliciously awkward, Grace."
That's a compliment. She thinks it's a compliment. She's already on her back on top of her bed as he kicks his shoes off and takes his trousers off, before getting in between her legs, smirking. So hot. He comes up to kiss her, once, then starts moving down, lips trailing an imaginary path down her skin. She arches her back enough for him to reach behind and undo her bra, before carelessly tugging at the straps and tossing it aside. There's more kissing and the second she opens her eyes, Chris just grins before he moves down and takes her shorts off faster than she anticipated.
"Just take it all off." Grace hears herself say, arching her ass from the mattress so he can tug her underwear down slim legs as well.
More pieces of clothing are thrown aside, including Chris' underwear, and then he's back on top of her. Grace wraps her arms around his neck as he nudges against her, his dick pressing against her thigh. They make out for a few moments, before Grace looks down and then back up.
"Don't bother." He whispers, leaning down to nip at the skin of her neck gently.
There's shifting and Grace automatically spreads her legs a bit wider, and after he's rolled slightly onto his side and then back again, she moans.
Fuck.
"Okay?" Chris asks, lips pressed against the corner of her mouth, "Still good?"
"Yeah, fine. God." Grace doesn't want to talk right now.
More kissing, and more her pulling him in closer, and then there's nothing but a thrusting pace going and Grace thinks she's going to lose it. Chris sits back, bending her knees and hooking her legs over his thighs before thrusting inside of her again.
"Here, let me."
He pulls out and turns her onto her side, getting behind her. Oh. His lips are between her shoulder blades and his hand is grasping her breast and then he's doing her from behind. It's better than she thought it would be, and she blindly moves one arm behind her, pulling his head in closer until his lips caress her neck where she likes it.
Chris isn't the type to announce when he's about to, and she's grateful for that. When all is done and nothing is said, they both roll onto their sides, just looking at each other and smiling stupidly.
"So."
"So." Grace echoes, "That was fun. We should do that again, sometime."
"Sometime." Chris repeats, "Yeah."
They pull the sheets over them, the room's temperature being slightly too chilly for them to be comfortable in. Grace contemplates putting on something to wear, but then figures since he has nothing to wear, she may as well stay naked. They don't talk as Grace cuddles into his side, and he wraps an arm loosely around her shoulder.
-
"How do you like your coffee?"
"Black." Chris comes up behind her, "You're wearing my shirt." He mumbles against her neck.
"I like it." She whispers, pouring coffee into two mugs, feeling slightly embarrassed at the fact he points it out, "Sorry."
"Don't be." He murmurs, "I kind of like it too."
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