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Unforgettable epilogue - by hartorotica

Unforgettable [Epilogue]
The hardest things to do are nearly always the right ones. She had no idea where she had picked that up; it could have been from a book or a movie or one of those nights where she got drunk and stayed on her sister's couch and managed to find some profoundness between chicken nuggets and ice cream soaked tops. But now it was playing over and over in her head, like some kind of mantra. It numbed everything down; the ache in her back as she had been pinned against the villa's heavy oaken door for what seemed an eternity, the tingly feeling on her lips each time they pulled apart for a second before kissing each other even more urgently, the slight sting in her sides as the blonde's nails accidentally dug into her through the fabric of her V-neck. She opened her eyes, looking right into the face of the woman she had been missing for seven years.
What was it that they said about kissing with your eyes open? Aren't those the cheaters? I'm no - She felt a sudden pang of guilt burn through her body as she thought of her girlfriend. She awkwardly tried to pull away from the blonde in front of her, only to bang the back of her head against the door. With a soft thud and an accompanying soreness, she mustered up the courage to grab Grace's hips and push the older woman off her.
"What?" Grace breathed, bringing her hands up to Hannah's face, "What's wrong?"
"This." Hannah mumbled as Grace's lips pressed against her own again, "I can't do this."
"Yes, you can."
"I can't." The brunette turned her head away slightly, "I've got a girlfriend." She paused before looking back at Grace, "You are married."
"So? That's just a matter of paperwork."
"Grace!" Hannah exclaimed, "Inappropriate. You can't just - what?!"
"I could." The blonde pursed her lips together, reaching down for Hannah's hands and entwining their fingers, "And I would. Let's cut to the chase here, Hannah. I messed up seven years ago. I missed out on seven years of this." She squeezed the brunette's hands softly, "I don't want to waste any more time not wanting you."
"Grace." Hannah sighed.
Despite working out all the scenarios in her head the night before, Hannah had not contemplated this option. Sure enough, in between her leaving Grace's house in tears and Grace reciprocating her feelings, there had been a wide array of different possibilities. But even in her most optimistic thoughts, she had only gotten to Grace reciprocating her feelings and maybe making out with her. Maybe. Not this. Not breaking up with their lovers and get together. She was now phased with another decision and she had not expected to have to make it anytime soon - if not ever.
"Tim's boyfriend is a family lawyer." Grace whispered, pushing herself against the shorter girl, "We could easily sort this out within the month. And you can just move in here." She continued, smiling at Hannah as she ran her hands up her arms, "It's that easy, baby."
"In case you have forgotten," Hannah said coolly, "I have a girlfriend."
"Whom you called my name." Grace retorted, cocking one eyebrow, "Come on, now."
"I'm serious. Aysa has been nothing but good to me for the past two years. I can hardly leave her now for -"
What is this? Hannah looked at the confused blonde in front of her. What the hell is wrong with you? She tried to gather some thoughts, hoping she could string a sentence together that would somehow convince the blonde of this madness they were in - but then again, to what purpose? This was what she had wanted for years. And now, with Grace's fingers stroking hers and those hazel brown eyes staring a hole in her head, she was at a loss for words.
"I am seeing someone." Hannah muttered, not sure who she was trying to convince anymore.
"So am I." Grace sighed, "But I would give Liam up in a heartbeat if it meant I could be with you."
"That's the thing," The younger woman felt her heart shrink, "I couldn't do that to her."
"You love her."
It sounded more like a statement than a question. This was safe, Hannah reckoned. Grace knew; Grace must have known. She nodded, unsure where this was going.
"But you love me too." Grace spoke slowly, "Right?"
Again, she nodded. She felt dirty, all of a sudden. As if her past had caught up with her and had dumped all the trash it contained right upon her shoulders. For some reason, she felt like crying. The familiar burning started to take place in her eyes and Grace picked up on it, of course Grace picked up on it. Before she could say anything else, the blonde had wrapped her up in her arms and kissed the top of her head gently, shushing her. For the second time in two days, she was crying into the nape of her friend's neck. First it had been because she had known for sure she could not have Grace; now it was because she had Grace if she chose to. This is not making any sense.
"I'm going to hate myself for this later when you're gone," Grace sighed, "But why don't you go home and take some time to think this over, hm?" She pulled away and ducked her head so she looked straight into Hannah's eyes, "I'll give you my number and you just get in touch whenever you like?"
"Thanks." Hannah muttered, trying to force a smile, "Have I always been this emotional, Grace?"
"Yeah." The blonde sighed, "And I wouldn't change it for the world."
-
Hannah turned the key in the lock of her own house. She had decided to walk home again, instead of taking public transport. Walks cleared her head, but not today. She felt the small piece of paper with Grace's number on it burn a hole in her pocket. She had no idea why she was feeling this guilty (well, she did kiss Grace), but she started to fear that Aysa just had to look at her and she'd break down confessing. She had never been a good liar. I could have just solved this by saying I didn't love Grace. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She entered her home and immediately heard her girlfriend in the kitchen. Who is she talking to? She could hear Aysa speak, although no other voices sounded through the house. Hannah frowned and walked closer to the kitchen, trying to comprehend what was going on. She glanced at Aysa who was looking at the contents of the fridge, her cell phone pressed against her ear. She could make out most of the Japanese ranting her girlfriend was currently doing; her frown growing bigger with every phrase she heard. Finally, the Japanese girl shoved her phone back in her pocket and closed the fridge, a drink yoghurt in hand. As she turned around, she saw Hannah standing in the door opening, looking at her in confusion.
"Y-you're going back to Japan?" Hannah asked.
"For a month or so." Aysa sighed, slightly annoyed, "Is this a new thing too, Hannah? You eavesdropping on me now?"
"No, I just came home, I -" I could have been making out with Grace, if not more, and instead I came home to you. "I wanted to talk this through."
"We'll talk when I get back." Aysa mumbled, "I got to go pack."
"Pack? When are you leaving?"
"In a few hours." The Asian girl said, "Look, Hannah. I don't really know what to do with this," She gestured between them, "I love you and all, but I can't stand to look at you since yesterday."
"But how are we going to work it out if you're not even fucking here?" Hannah cried, "How can I apologise for one stupid mistake if you jet off to another country?!"
"Who knows." Aysa sighed, "Right. I got to go. I'm just gonna visit my family, Hannah. Have some time to think, you know. We'll," She swallowed, "I'll see you around."
-
This was a thing she did now. Hannah laid back in the couch and continued to threw almonds at a potted plant in the corner of her living room. Stupid women. She hated them. She hated all of them. Aysa for overreacting and Grace for confusing her and herself for allowing herself to get into this mess. She reached over to the coffee table to grab her drink. Some bourbon, she thought. She knocked the glass back and slumped back into the couch. It had gone past eleven at night now, and she had yet to hear from anyone. Aysa had simply left; she had texted a few friends but none of them had responded and Grace... Well, she hadn't texted Grace. The crumpled piece of paper laid in front of her. With a sigh, she grabbed it and looked at her crush's handwriting. Swirly. She stared at the numbers and the way the blonde wrote her own name. Gracefully. She involuntarily smiled, before turning serious again. I need another of these. She got up and refilled her drink, pouring it down her throat before grabbing her cell phone.
-
Grace looked down at the screen of her phone. Hannah's text had made little sense. Obviously she no longer used autocorrect, because 'Arrow done, come sea?' and a second text featuring some sort of address with loads of typos didn't exactly seem to be a profound message. She had responded to it, assuming it had been Hannah. She had tried ringing, but the brunette hadn't picked up. So Grace ended up making excuses to Liam about a late night meeting and driving around the city in her car. She had typed in the address in Google Maps, and luckily the self-proficient tool had suggested alternatives for her typo-ridden clue. She ended up at a house near the seaside. Parking her car, she looked around to see most of the houses already dark - and one lit up like a birthday cake. She got out of the car and walked to the porch, stopping momentarily at the letter box to glance at the name. Hart - Tsang. She felt a pang of jealousy shoot through her as she walked closer to the front door. She knocked two, three times and waited.
"Grace!" She heard a voice from the other side of the door slur, "You came!"
The door swung open and there stood a drunk Hannah, tumbler with bourbon in hand.
"Why have you been drinking?" Grace frowned, "Where is Aysa?"
"I told you!" Hannah stepped aside so Grace could enter, and then slammed the door close behind her before slumping against it, "I think she left me."
"How do you mean?"
"I got home from you and she was like," Hannah gestured lazily, "In the kitchen, talking to her mother or her brother or something. And she's basically gotten on a plane to Tokyo."
"For how long?"
"A month? Forever? Who the fuck knows." Hannah took another swig of drink, "Why are you even here? This is your fault. Showing up at that farmers' market and kissing me."
"I'm here because you invited me to come over." Grace closed the distance between them and took the glass out of Hannah's hand, much to her annoyance, "You've had enough."
"Yes." Hannah solemnly muttered, walking into her living room and flopping down on the couch, "I have enough. I've had enough of my life being this huge, complicated mess of fuck up."
"Scoot."
The blonde nudged her until she finally moved over to one end of the couch. Grace sat down and put her hands on her knees, unsure what to do with them during this very awkward encounter. She knew Hannah had picked up on her indecisiveness as the younger girl snorted softly. Sighing, Grace turned to her friend and chewed her bottom lip.
"I told you, it doesn't have to be complicated, Hannah."
"Really?" The younger girl snorted, "I either break up a marriage and blow up all the bridges with this model girl who adores me to bits, or I stay with her, knowing I could have had you and risk to live an entire life where my girlfriend doesn't trust me. Great choice there, Grace."
"Or I'll just wait." The blonde retorted, "I have waited seven years, Hannah. Surely I can wait a couple more, if that is what you need."
"Grace, I wouldn't take you as my fucking bit on the side." Hannah frowned, "I'm not going to have some kind of sordid affair with you."
"I know." The blonde moved closer and grabbed Hannah's hand, gently toying with the girl's fingers, "I'm just saying. You're worth the wait. I'd wait."
"You don't mean that. Don't say things you don't mean."
"I love you."
Three words that lingered in the air. Hannah deliberately didn't look at Grace's face as the blonde kept stroking her fingers. Grace looked around the living room. The walls were plain white, with the exception of one accented wall with some grey motive in it. On one of the walls, there were Japanese signs. Would this be what my living room would have looked like if I hadn't run away? She had a hard time deciding whether Hannah's interior was all Aysa's preference, Hannah's adoration for Japan or a perfect mixture between the two. She wouldn't ask. Instead, she looked back at the hand she was holding in hers. From this angle, she understood her friends' mockery of her awkward hands. In comparison with Hannah's, they were huge. Then again, Hannah was a mere five foot one, so she was due to be smaller. Her mind stopped noticing details for a moment, giving her enough time to realise Hannah had not responded to her love declaration.
"I love you." She repeated, more loudly, "Look at me." She demanded, reaching out to Hannah's face and cupping her chin, making the girl turn to face her, "I love you."
She leaned in closer and pecked Hannah's lips gently, before bringing one hand to the back of the girl's neck and pulling her closer as she kissed her more passionately. She moved onto Hannah's jaw line, to her earlobe, down her neck. Never ceasing to kiss any part of the girl's skin that she could, she kept on moving closer to the brunette, determined not to let her slip away this time.
"Tell me again." Hannah mumbled as Grace's lips nipped at the base of her neck, "Please."
"I love you." The blonde smiled, biting her bottom lip as she smiled shyly, "I really do."
The brunette reached over and placed her hand on Grace's hip, tugging gently. Getting the hint, Grace smirked and swung one leg over Hannah's, straddling her as she wrapped her arms around the younger girl's neck. Hannah let her hand slide down Grace's back, cupping her ass and pulling her closer as Grace kissed her, more intense than before.
"Let's do it." Hannah muttered, "You and I. Let's do it."
"Really?"
"Really." The smaller girl pecked the blonde's lips, "I have always tried to make other people happy and put the needs of everyone in front of my own." She squeezed Grace's ass as the blonde shifted in her lap, "I think it's time to be a bit selfish." She looked into familiar hazel eyes, "Trust me?"
"Wha?" Grace smiled nervously, "Yeah, why do you -"
Hannah got up from the couch. Grace tensed up for a second and wrapped her arms around Hannah tighter, looking at her in confusion. The brunette smirked and pulled her closer against her. Wrapping her legs around Hannah's waist, Grace smiled as the younger girl moved through her living room slowly. Reaching the stairway in the hall, Hannah turned sideways and pressed Grace up against the wall, ignoring the soft grunt as the blonde's back collided with it. She gripped Grace tighter, pushing herself against the taller girl's body as they made out.
"I want you." Hannah mumbled as she pressed her lips against Grace's exposed collarbone.
"Yeah..." Grace responded, looking at the staircase. We are never gonna make it up there. She unclasped her legs and stood up straight before pulling Hannah down with her. "C'mere."
She shifted on the staircase and moved up a couple of steps as Hannah looked at her lustfully. The blonde grinned and a second later, Hannah pounded upon her. Pieces of clothing were torn off and thrown aside and they stopped for a moment, Grace in her underwear and Hannah wearing her skinnies and a bra still. The brunette leaned in closer and ran her hand down Grace's stomach as the older woman moved up a step or two and grinned at her lost and found lover.
"Not here." Hannah hovered over her and pecked her on the lips softly, "Come on."
She helped Grace up her feet and wrapped her arms around the small of the blonde's back, struggling to make it to the top of the stairs as every few seconds one of them would be pushing the other against the wall or try to get remaining clothes off. Finally, they got upstairs. Hannah grabbed the blonde's hand and dragged her resolutely down the hall.
"Your bedroom?" Grace asked, feeling somewhat uncomfortable all of a sudden.
"Guest room." Hannah breathed, "You know. Don't want you to... Feel weird?" Hannah tried, "Or is this weird already?"
"I don't think we ever got past weird." Grace grinned, opening the door and switching on the lights. She turned around to face Hannah and entwined their fingers before walking backwards to the bed. She sat down on the edge and beckoned her finger, urging Hannah to join her. "Take those off."
Hannah did not need more encouragement. She took the skinny jeans off before climbing on top of the blonde, pressing her underwear-clad body against Grace's. The older girl sighed and cupped her face, kissing her as Hannah nudged her hips against Grace's.
"Don't tease." Grace groaned, her lips buzzing against Hannah's, "I can't wait."
"I barely started." Hannah responded, feeling a smirk creep into the corners of her mouth.
"I waited for seven years." The blonde whispered, "Fuck me like you did back then, baby."
She felt a chill run down her spine. She had been staring at Grace's lips as the worlds rolled past them, but somehow the sound hadn't registered very well. She didn't know what hit home most about that sentence, but she really, really wanted to have Grace now. She nodded and pulled the girl upright, unclasping her bra and tossing it aside in a matter of seconds before her fingers found the hem of Grace's panties and pulled them down toned legs. Those legs... She laid in between Grace's legs and moved her hand to the girl's core.
"Hannah." Grace mumbled, "Please."
She rested her weight on her forearm as she hovered Grace's body, her free hand rubbing up and down Grace's wet slit. It was coming back to her, the small wrinkles in Grace's forehead as she grimaced, the blonde's tongue that would occasionally wet her lips in between panting, the way Grace clenched the sheets as she hit a particular spot. She ran her fingertips over the girl's warmth and pushed, feeling them slide inside as Grace let out the smallest of grunts.
She ran her fingertips over the skin of Grace's cheek, gently running through her hair as her other hand skilfully moved between her legs. The blonde fluttered her eyes open and looked at the brunette's face, smiling.
"You good?" Hannah inquired, leaning down to kiss Grace's lips gently.
"Hm." The blonde responded, folding one arm beneath her head and bringing her free hand up to Hannah's cheek as the younger girl fingered her even more relentlessly, "Fuck."
Hannah buried her head in the nape of Grace's neck and she rubbed her palm even more vigorously against the blonde's clit. She could feel the taller girl's moans near her ear as the warm body beneath her tensed up for a few moments and then went limp. Unable to hide the grin on her face, Hannah pulled back, trying to regain her breath as Grace's chest rose and fell unevenly. The brunette redrew her hand and rolled off of Grace. She looked at her as the blonde kept breathing rapidly, her eyes still closed and her mouth slightly open. Why is she not saying anything? Hannah almost immediately went back to that one night seven years ago. Memories came flooding back at her admission of feelings and Grace's silence.
"Grace?" She tried, hating the fact even she could tell she sounded vulnerable, "Please say something?"
"Like what?" Came the tired response after a couple of moments.
"Just... Anything?"
Grace turned to face Hannah and smiled tiredly before turning onto her side completely and wrapping her arm around the brunette's waist.
"I love you." She murmured as she cuddled up to Hannah's side, "Very much. And I'm not going to leave in the morning this time."
"Okay."
"I mean it, Hannah." Grace raised her head and pressed her lips against the brunette's gently, "I'm not gonna leave you ever again."
"You better not."
"I won't." Grace yawned, "I love you."
Hannah wasn't too sure, but she had a feeling that before she had replied with 'I love you too', the hazel eyed girl had already drifted off to sleep, a content smile upon her face.