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Unforgettable part 2 - by hartorotica

Unforgettable [Part 2]
She had tried to prepare for many things in the couple of seconds it took her girlfriend to get off of her naked body. Cussing, crying, trying to come up with an excuse for calling out another girl's name, she was willing to do whatever it took in order to calm the girl in front of her down. Unfortunately, Aysa was seething - before Hannah could open up her mouth to apologise, she felt a harsh sting on her cheek, the Asian girl towering over her as she redrew her hand.
"You fucking bitch." Aysa spat, "How dare you?"
Hannah felt tears spring in her eyes, both from the shock of getting slapped and a general feeling of helplessness. She could not deny she had murmured Grace's name. She couldn't make excuses for it either. The silence between them was deafening. Hannah half-heartedly reached for her clothes on the floor as Aysa shot into another bolt of rage. Close to hysteria, she swatted at Hannah, the brunette trying to avoid flailing arms at the best of her abilities. The Japanese profanities flew around as Hannah tried to calm her girlfriend down.
"I told you that I was not in the mood!" Hannah walked around the couch, hoping that the piece of furniture would mean she was safe for a few seconds, "You were the one insisting!"
"You called me your ex girlfriend's name!" Aysa screeched, "Actually, she wasn't even your fucking girlfriend!" She grabbed a pillow and threw it at Hannah, "You cheat!"
"Come on now." Hannah frowned, "I didn't cheat on you." She quickly glanced down and buttoned up her shorts, "I would never cheat on you, babe. Can we please just talk this through?"
"I'm going for a walk."
"Let me come with you?" Hannah begged, "Aysa, please. I know I upset you but I really didn't mean to. We can sort this out, babe. Just let me grab my jacket and -"
"Fuck off, Hannah." The Asian girl sighed, "I don't even want to look at you right now."
Fucking Grace Helbig. Hannah sighed to herself as she collapsed on the couch again, hearing Aysa slamming the front door. Fucking up my life even when she's no longer a part of it. She leaned backwards and stared at the ceiling, contemplating what on earth she could possibly do to make up for her mistake. I could make dinner. I could take her out for dinner. I could clean up. She looked around the already pretty tidy living room. I could surprise her with something. She sighed. Buy her something, probably. That's what girls like in general, repentance gifts. She got up and grabbed her keys from the bowl next to the door before leaving the house as well. I'm gonna make this right.
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Hannah found herself sitting on the edge of the couch once more, staring at the screen of her iPhone 9. 22:18. She frowned and looked at the little gift bag on the coffee table. She had dwelled about in LA streets for a couple of hours, occasionally ringing Aysa to see whether she was still as pissed off. Her girlfriend had stubbornly refused to pick up, nor had she replied to any of Hannah's text messages. At the end of her wit, she had entered a jewellery store and purchased a small silver bracelet, hoping the bringing of gifts would somehow soften Aysa's anger down. Finally, she heard the fumbling of a key in the lock. Hannah jumped up and ran a hand through her hair, nervously trying to come up with something meaningful to say.
"Hi!" She squeaked as Aysa walked in, "Hey babe. I-"
"Save it." Aysa sighed, "I'm going to bed."
"It's only half past ten." Hannah frowned, "But okay, yeah, cool. Let me turn off the lights and I'll come with y-"
"You can sleep on the couch." The black haired girl shook her head in disgust, "I don't want you anywhere near me."
She felt like protesting. She felt guilty and sad and angry at the same time, which resulted in her just gawking at her girlfriend as she walked straight past her and made her way up the stairs, not bothering to look back. Not bothering to wish her good night, either. Hannah threw a sad glance at the gift bag and threw it on the floor. Muttering beneath her breath, she laid down on the couch and pulled one of the fleece blankets they had laying around over her body. Awesome. Just awesome. She turned on her side and looked into a relatively dark living room. She could hear Aysa upstairs, stumbling about as she was getting into bed. Our bed. Hannah grunted and dug her face deeper into the pillows before turning on her back once more. All this shit because of Grace. She groaned in despair and laid silent for a few moments, reminiscing about the last time she had actually been close to the blonde.
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23/06/2013
"I'm so fucking proud of you." The blonde grinned, clinking her beer bottle against Hannah's, "You were absolutely amazing. I don't think anyone else could have pulled that off."
"Says the girl who makes a new video every single day of the week." Hannah felt a blush creep into her cheek, "It was no big deal, really. I had a good team."
"And you had Mames and myself." Grace took another swig, "I'll gladly credit myself with lifting your spirits during at least two weeks of that tour of yours."
"Because nothing says 'lifting one's spirits' as surprising me wearing gillie suits." Hannah laughed, "Oh Grace, what would I do without you?"
"Have yourself shipped with someone who doesn't adore you half as much as I do." The blonde grinned, biting her bottom lip gently, "Right. Refill?"
"Uh huh."
Hannah drank the last bit of her bottle and passed it on to Grace, who had already stood up. The brunette grinned as she sank back down into the pillows of her bed. She had thrown a 'Hannah's back in LA' party, but most people had gone home before one o' clock. Grace had suggested she'd stayed and they'd watch some more episodes of Game Of Thrones, as the tour had set Hannah behind. They had made it through one and a half before the blonde had gotten more booze and had cuddled up to her best friend, joking around.
"Here you go." Grace handed her friend a beer, "To us."
"To us." Hannah raised her bottle, only for Grace to hit its top with the bottom of hers, causing frothy beer to rapidly make its way through the small bottle neck, "Grace!"
The blonde laughed hysterically as Hannah tried to limit the damage to her duvet. She brought the bottle to her lips and tried to suck the foam into her mouth as it gushed over the edge. Grace was in tears by now, her drunken state inflaming the fact everything seemed hilarious. She wiped helplessly at her eyes as Hannah finally put her bottle down on her bedside table, looking at her top.
"Great. I'm gonna reek of beer."
"Take it off." Grace shrugged, "It's not like you have got something I haven't seen before."
"Fair point." Hannah sighed, gripping the bottom of her top and pulling it over her head, "God, this is disgusting."
"Hm."
Hannah pulled a face at her beer-soaked top and tossed it aside before turning to Grace. The blonde was now looking at her weirdly, half fixated on Hannah's face as she stole glances from the girl's upper body.
"I thought you had seen it all before." Hannah smirked, "You perv."
"Hannah?" Grace heard her own voice echo in her head, "Promise not to freak out."
"What is it?" The younger girl frowned, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, no." The blonde sat up straighter, "Ever since that last NoFilterShow, I have been kind of wondering," Grace pulled at the label on her beer bottle, "What would've happened if you had gone through with it. With that kiss."
"I reckon you would have slapped me. Or Mamrie or Pearl would have pulled me off." Hannah joked, "Why?"
"That's the thing." Grace swallowed, "I don't think I would have stopped you."
"Wha?"
"I don't think," Grace repeated, "I would have minded you kissing me then."
Hannah felt her heart beat harder, thudding loudly in her chest as she became aware she was sitting inches away from Grace. The alcohol had made her somewhat braver, as she looked down at the space between them before looking up and making eye contact with Grace.
"Would you mind now?"
"No." Grace mumbled, "I'd like you to." She laughed nervously, "Very much."
Hannah did not need any more encouragement. She scooted closer and rest her weight on her hands as she leaned in as close as possible to Grace's face, tentatively looking at the girl from close by. She could feel the blonde's breath against her skin, heard how ragged it sounded as it rapidly left Grace's lips. Not able to hold herself back any longer, she closed the distance between them and pressed her lips against the blonde's. It was urgent and wet and warm and she had no idea why she simultaneously felt as if someone had poured ice water over her back. She felt Grace's hand cup her cheek gently as they kissed again. More pecks, more brushing of lips against skin, more soft bites at bottom lips and tongues moving. This was more than she had dared to expect. In matter of fact, she had never expected this at all. Grace pulled back suddenly, just far enough to move her hands to Hannah's jeans.
"Ow, ow, ow." Hannah breathed in between kisses, "What are you doing?"
"I want you." Grace whispered, "I have wanted to fuck you for so long now."
"Grace," The brunette fought the urge to push Grace down and have her way with her, "You're drunk. Fuck, I'm drunk. We shouldn't be -"
"Shut up." Grace interrupted her, fumbling with her zipper before yanking Hannah's jeans down an inch or two, "Either let me do this, or look me in the eye and tell me you don't want to fuck me."
Silence fell over the room as Grace paused her ministrations and looked up to see Hannah look back at her in confusion. They locked eyes for a few seconds, Grace's mind in overdrive until Hannah sighed and simultaneously lunged forward, crashing her lips upon Grace's as her hands slipped beneath the blonde's top.
"This is unfair." Hannah panted as they both fought for dominance, pulling at each other's clothes as if their lives depended on it, "You are less drunk than I am."
"Fine." Grace let go and fell flat down on the covers, smiling at the brunette who was now hovering over her, "You take the lead then." She murmured as Hannah grinned and nipped at Grace's neck gently, "You smell nice." She closed her eyes and let the younger girl kiss her skin more.
She felt Hannah's right hand roam over her left side softly as she heard the mattress creak as Hannah laid down on her side next to her, partly draping her leg between Grace's as she stroked her skin. With her eyes still closed, she felt Hannah gently kiss down her chest, swirling her tongue around hardened nipples, the girl's hand roaming further down her body. Suddenly, she felt how Hannah stopped. Grace squinted her eyes open and looked at her friend who was now looking at her awkwardly.
"What's the matter?" Grace asked quietly, reaching out for Hannah's face and tucking a stray strand of sandy brown hair behind the girl's ear, "Why did you stop?"
"I don't know if we should do this." Hannah looked down, "It makes this so definite. If we do this, there's no turning back, is there. We won't be able to ignore it. I mean," She looked at Grace, "I want this, Grace. I have wanted this for a very long time. But what if you turn out not to want it anymore. We can't go back to being friends after this."
"Baby," Grace sighed, placing her hand in Hannah's neck and pulling her closer, "Don't be scared. I'm not that drunk, I know what I'm doing." She gave the younger girl a comforting smile, "I want you, Hannah. Tonight, tomorrow, and all the days after that. Don't overanalyse this too much." She paused, looking at Hannah who still looked mortified, "Let me prove this to you."
Grace flipped them around and pressed a lingering kiss upon Hannah's lips before working her way down the brunette's body. Hannah found herself digging short nails into comfy sheets as Grace's lips trailed their way down her abdomen. She glanced down at her own chest rising and falling incoherently, as Grace's blonde mane got swept to the side by a dainty hand and she felt the taller girl's tongue flick against her core. She didn't know whether it was due to the fact it had been so long, or whether it was Grace, but it felt surreal. She panted hard as Grace's tongue worked on her clit, the blonde's hand stroking her inner thigh gently before stroking her more centrally and slipping a digit inside of her. It proved to be too much after a while. With a series of moans and gentle profanities, she bucked against Grace's mouth as her knuckles turned white against the sheets. Grace sat up, mischievously grinning as she ran her finger over her lips. Hannah lost it.
She grabbed the blonde and pinned her down to the bed, bringing both of Grace's hands above her head and holding them there with her right hand as her left immediately moved in between the older girl's legs. Grace gasped and she cut her off by kissing her, feeling Grace's lips vibrate against her own as she moaned. Her fingers immediately found Grace's core. She slipped two inside, moving them rapidly as her palm pressed against Grace's clit. Hannah looked down at her friend's face. Grace was writhing beneath her as she fucked her relentlessly, ignoring the blonde's plea once she had came, only to make her cum again. It was only when her hand was completely soaked, as well as the girl's thighs, as well as her sheets, that she let go of Grace's wrists and kissed her hard.
"I love you." She muttered.
Grace had battered her eyelashes for a few seconds as she looked at Hannah. The brunette now felt like smiling. She leaned in closer and pecked Grace's lips again, happy to feel the blonde wrap her arm around her waist and kiss her slowly, for ages. She grinned and cuddled up against Grace's side, enjoying the touch of the older girl as she embraced her.
*
The following morning, Hannah woke up to seeing Grace's back as the blonde sat on the edge of the bed. She rolled over to Grace's side of the bed ('Grace's side of the bed' - she liked the sound of that) and placed a small kiss on the girl's naked spine. The blonde shivered and turned around, and that's when Hannah knew. She regretted it. Grace flinched as she laid eyes on a naked Hannah, realising that they were both naked. Hannah tried to remind Grace of what she had said the night before. She tried to reason with her friend, tried to tell her that it was okay to have doubts and that they could work it out. Grace had gotten dressed and looked at her, before nodding and smiling.
"It will be okay." She leaned in closer to Hannah at the girl's front door and kissed her on the lips, "Just give me some time to think, okay? I'll call you later today."
"Okay." Hannah whispered against warm lips, "Grace?" She inquired as the blonde took the door knob in her hand, "Do you regret it?" She felt nauseous, "Do you regret us sleeping together?"
The silence was painful. It wasn't so much the silence, as the look upon Grace's face, if only for a second. Then she shook her head, slightly.
"No." Grace smiled, "I'm glad that we did."
Hannah had closed the door and leaned her back against it, unsure of what was going to happen. Grace did not regret it, she had said. She had no idea how this was going to work out or why the blonde was suddenly so wary, but she was sure that there was no problem ahead. She didn't regret it, and she wanted to work it out, she just needed time. That was what Grace had said.
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June 1, 2023
Grace had walked out of her life, just like that. Hannah cursed herself for not realising that she was not going to see the blonde again after she walked out of her apartment on that faithful Spring morning. She had just vanished into thin air, for seven years. Seven years which had seen Hannah contact mutual friends, contact Grace's brothers, all to no avail. Most people did not know where she was at, and those who knew, were forbidden to tell her. She had been blocked from Grace's online social networks, and at the lowest point after two years of missing Grace, she had created fake profiles to keep up with the blonde. She had made it past one video before the tears came. Grace looked so happy, so worriless and it killed her on the inside.
"Fucking Grace Helbig." Hannah mumbled as she kicked imaginary dirt off the sidewalk. She had left the house half an hour ago. Walks were still the one thing that could calm her down, give her head some space as she tried to gather her thoughts.
She wondered why the blonde had returned to Los Angeles. Suddenly she was overcome by an uncomfortable feeling that Grace could be living anywhere in the city right now and she had no idea where. She looked around, paranoid - the streets were desolate at this time of the night, especially in the area she lived in. She reached into her pockets and grabbed her phone, scrolling down her contact book. Mamrie Hart. She dialled and waited, the phone pressed against her ear as she looked at the sky.
"Mamrie?" She sighed as she heard the redhead pick up, "I'm sorry to wake you. I need to ask you something important."
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June 2, 2023
It was nearly one o' clock and Grace was quite aware of the fact. For the past twenty minutes, she had been having the pleasure of having a naked Liam in her bed. Liam was eager to please, which was one of the main reasons why she had married him. He was, as most men, putty in her hands. When she wanted to go somewhere, he went with her. If she wanted to move, he gave up his job. If she wanted something, he bought it for her. Liam was convenient. And Liam was a more than decent lover. Not the best she had ever had, but better than most. She reached down and ran her fingers through jet black hair. Liam grinned and pushed his weight up onto his forearms, glancing down and then looking at Grace as her hand moved between their bodies for a second. He kissed her and a few seconds later, he thrust inside of her, causing her to moan gently. Grace wrapped her arms around his neck, staring at the ceiling as his lips caressed the side of her neck gently. This gets so tedious sometimes. She thought to herself as she let out a moan for good measure, When did this get so terribly boring? She dug her nails into Liam's toned back as he thrust unusually deep inside of her. She grimaced, feeling her ears whoosh as suddenly the doorbell went.
"Liam." She put her hand on his chest, "The doorbell just rang."
"It's one o' clock." The dark-haired man grunted, "Probably some teenage kids pulling a prank."
"Still." Grace swallowed, seeing a way out of her currently boring situation, "It might be an emergency."
"You want me to go check who's at the door, don't you?" Liam groaned.
"Yes babe." She grinned, "If you don't mind."
Liam did mind, like anyone would. He pulled out of her and rolled his eyes before reaching for his boxers. He felt like cursing whoever was at the door as he tried to get comfortable. He grabbed a bathrobe and tied it around his waist before leaving the room. Making his way downstairs, the doorbell sounded again, more urgently this time. He swung the door open and frowned at the sight in front of him.
"I need to speak to Grace."
He looked at the petite brunette they had met earlier at the farmers' market. He couldn't remember her name. Grace's friend, something something. Sarah? Laura? Susanna?
"Hannah?"
Right. Hannah. He turned around to see Grace standing at the top of the stairs, dressed in a red silk robe herself. The blonde looked terrified. Frowning, the turned to the unwanted visitor, who was now looking at his wife angrily.
"Grace, I need to talk to you right now." She spoke up, "It's urgent."
"Can't it wait?" Grace frowned, "It's one o' clock in the morning, Hannah." She made her way downstairs, gesturing for Liam to leave them to it as she got closer to her ex best friend, "What the fuck is your problem?" She hissed, "Why are you here? How did you even find me?"
"Mamrie." Hannah said dryly, "We need to talk."
"Can't it wait?"
"I have waited seven fucking years." Hannah hissed, "My girlfriend is beyond pissed off because of you, and I -"
"Me?!" Grace's eyes widened, "What the hell did I do to her?"
"I may have said your name during," Hannah looked at Grace, "It doesn't matter. I need to talk to you. And if you don't want to go somewhere private and talk to me, I'll happily say what's been on my mind since that night we fucked, in front of your husband." She snorted at the last word, "Husband." She shook her head at Grace, "Does your husband know you ate me out, Grace?"
"Stop it." The blonde hissed, "And," She frowned, "And don't make it sound so vulgar. Look," She pinched the bridge of her nose, "Fine. We'll talk. Come around here tomorrow, around eleven? Liam is going to be at work, and we'll talk in private." She whispered, "Please leave now."
"Eleven." Hannah took a step back, looking at Grace, "I'm serious. We're gonna talk."
"Okay." Grace nodded, "Okay. Just... Go now."
Hannah turned her back to Grace, hearing the door lock a few seconds later. She exhaled slowly, trying to calm down the thudding of her heart. Almost simultaneously, it started raining. She sighed and took out her phone, trying to figure out how long it would take her to walk home. 22 minutes. She was already soaked before she reached the end of the street where Grace's house was located.