Fanfics

Unexpected - by hartbig-in-onesies

Unexpected

"It's cold tonight," observed Grace, pulling the sleeves of her Camp Takota baseball shirt down so that they covered her hands and tucking her knees up to her chest in an attempt to keep herself warm.
"It used to get much colder than this in New York during the winter," pointed out Mamrie.
"Yeah, but I'm used to LA temperatures now, aren't I? I'm used to it being t-shirt weather in January, not cold and rainy like it is today."
"Man up, Grace," teased Mamrie.
"Are you not cold?"
"A little bit, I guess," admitted Mamrie. "Look, if it's really bothering you that much then you can go and get a spare blanket out of the closet upstairs."
Grace did just that and returned a few moments later with a thick fluffy blanket, which she used to cover her body as she sat back down, curled up at one end of the couch.
"Do you want to share?" asked Grace.
"Huh?" asked Mamrie, her eyes firmly fixed on the television.
"The blanket. Do you want to share?"
Mamrie snapped her eyes away from the television and gave Grace a look of incredulity.
"Save your weird ass snuggling shit for Hannah!"
"Sorry, I was just offering!" said Grace, defensively.
Mamrie's features relaxed, before she finally conceded, saying, "Fine, you big idiot. Get your ass over here."
Grace shuffled across the couch until she was sat right up against Mamrie, and she threw the blanket over the redhead too so that their bodies were touching under the fluffy material. Neither of them said anything, and Grace returned her attention once more to the television.
It was five minutes before she spoke again, about something that had been nagging at the back of her mind.
"Hannah and I do not snuggle," pouted Grace.
"Sure you don't, Helbig," said Mamrie, clearly not believing Grace.
"We don't!"
"Then why me?" frowned Mamrie, narrowing her eyes at Grace.
"I don't know," shrugged Grace. "You're cuddlier, I guess."
"If that's a comment about the size of my tits..."
"Ew no!" Grace screwed up her face.
"Don't pull that face," Mamrie rolled her eyes. "I'll have you know that my tits have never had any complaints yet. Look, I'll get them out and show you."
"Mamrie, don't!" protested Grace, covering her eyes in mock disgust as Mamrie jokingly started to pull up her shirt.
"Relax, Grace, you wouldn't know what to do with my naked titties anyway."
Grace blushed and tried to steer the conversation away from Mamrie's breasts.
"This isn't cuddling anyway," said Grace thoughtfully.
"It isn't?" asked Mamrie incredulously.
"Nope."
"Then what is?"
"I don't know," shrugged Grace. "Maybe this..."
Grace shuffled slightly so that she was leaning against Mamrie's body more. She tilted her head so that it rested on Mamrie's shoulder and draped an arm casually across the redhead's stomach.
"Woah, what have you done with the real Grace Helbig?" exclaimed Mamrie in surprise.
"Huh?"
"Since when have you suddenly been into all this touching?"
Grace shrugged once more.
"I guess it's different with you," she tried to explain. "I've known you for so long that I'm comfortable around you. There's no anxiety, or whatever it is that makes me hate touching other people. When I'm with you I know that I'm being myself, and I can just relax."
"What about Hannah?" asked Mamrie.
"I guess I am comfortable around her too, but in a different way," admitted Grace. "Hannah and I goof around together and I love that girl to bits, but she's not you."
"Are you declaring your undying love for me, Helbig?" asked Mamrie, tagging a nervous laugh onto the end of her question.
"Of course not!" laughed Grace.
"Thank fuck for that..."
After just a moment of silence, Grace spoke again.
"You know, sometimes I wonder if I've ever actually been in love," Grace pondered aloud.
"Really?" Mamrie quirked a brow at Grace.
"Sometimes, when you're caught up in a relationship, caught up in the moment, you think you're in love, you know? But then the relationship ends, and it doesn't hurt as much as you perhaps think it should have, and that's when you realise that maybe you weren't actually in love after all."
Mamrie let out a small murmur of agreement.
"Like," Grace began thoughtfully. "I don't think I've ever felt about any of my ex-boyfriends the way that I feel about french fries."
"Please tell me you aren't comparing people to fast food..." groaned Mamrie.
"No, listen, it makes perfect sense!" Grace tried to explain. "Take Hannah, for instance. We're two such completely different people, and yet we're kind of the same too. And I think eight times out of ten, maybe eight and a half, when faced with the choice between Hannah and french fries, I'd choose Hannah."
"Jeez, Grace!" exclaimed Mamrie. "I'm sure Hannah will be delighted to hear that!"
"Oh shut up!" Grace flipped Mamrie off.
"What about me, then? How many times out of ten do I get chosen over french fries?"
"Well, that's the thing," said Grace. "I know this a huge thing to say, coming from me, but I think I'd give up french fries completely if it meant I could hang out with you."
"Really?" gasped Mamrie. "That's a bold statement."
"I know, but it's true. I like spending time with you. You make me laugh and when I'm with you I feel like I'm becoming a better person."
"This really is sounding like a declaration of love!" snorted Mamrie.
"But the thing is," continued Grace, "I do love you, and even if it's just as best friends, then I love you more than I ever loved any of my exes."
"What do you mean even if?" frowned Mamrie. "That makes it sound like you've considered the possibility of it being something more!"
"And if I have?" shrugged Grace.
"Hold up, Helbig? You've thought about ... us?"
"Haven't you?"
"I don't know! I can't remember!"
"Mamrie Hart, are you getting flustered?" grinned Grace.
"Grace..." whined Mamrie.
"Have I finally managed to make you blush?" teased Grace. "And you always say that I'm the prude out of the two of us!"
"Grace, I am not blushing."
"Yes you are. And, you still haven't answered my question."
"What question?"
"Have you ever thought about us?" asked Grace.
"I told you, I can't remember," repeated Mamrie. Her eyes gave her away, and Grace watched as they flickered down to linger on Grace's lips, before looking away.
"Knew it," muttered Grace.
"What?"
"Mames, look at me."
"No..."
"Mamrie, please..." begged Grace.
Mamrie gave in and looked up at Grace once more. A little smile formed on Grace's lips, and she raised a hand to cup Mamrie's cheek.
"Grace, what...?"
"You know, in all the times that I imagined what's about to happen, you were always the initiator. Every single time I pictured it."
"Pictured what? What's about to happen?"
Grace didn't reply, but leaned forwards and closed the gap between her own lips and Mamrie's. The redhead let out a tiny noise of surprise.
Mamrie resisted for maybe two seconds, before giving in and parting her lips, letting Grace's tongue dart briefly into her mouth. Mamrie's lips felt soft against Grace's, softer than any of the guys that she'd kissed before.
"Fuck, you're a much better kisser than I could ever have imagined," Mamrie murmured against Grace's lips.
"So you have thought about this before," grinned Grace, as Mamrie manoeuvred them so that Grace now lay on her back on the couch. Mamrie hovered over her, holding herself up with her forearms braced on either side of Grace's head.
"Shut up and let me kiss you properly," smirked Mamrie, before pressing her lips against Grace's once more. Grace tried to enjoy the sensation of having Mamrie's body lying on top of her own, but the way in which Mamrie's lips, teeth and tongue all worked together, removed all other thoughts from her mind.
Soon, slender fingers clasped around Grace's wrist and her hand was lifted up between their bodies. Mamrie pushed Grace's palm flat against one of her breasts, causing Grace to gasp in surprise at the sudden authority from the older woman.
"I'm sure you know what to do," murmured Mamrie against Grace's lips.
Mamrie's hand dropped back to hold her up over Grace, and the blonde gave Mamrie's breast an experimental squeeze. Mamrie let out a little sigh of approval into Grace's mouth, and so she did it again, this time harder.
"More," moaned Mamrie.
Grace kissed Mamrie back more fervently, continuing to grope the other woman's breast with one hand, at the same time sliding her other hand under the back of Mamrie's shirt. She found the clasp of Mamrie's bra, and played with it teasingly for a couple of seconds, before snapping it open easily.
Mamrie chuckled softly as she left a trail of kisses across Grace's jaw and down her neck, nipping lightly at her pulse point before running the tip of her tongue back up to Grace's ear.
Grace moved the hand which was still on Mamrie's breast down, before sliding it back up under her shirt. Mamrie's bra was hanging loose beneath the shirt, giving Grace full access to fondle the older woman's naked breasts.
"What was it you said earlier about me not knowing what to do with your naked titties?" teased Grace, as she brushed her thumb across a nipple.
"Shut up," muttered Mamrie, kissing Grace on the lips once more, her tongue darting into Grace's mouth to reassert her dominance.
Grace pushed her palm into Mamrie's breast, earning a moan in response.
Mamrie pulled back for just a second, sitting straddling Grace's thighs as she pulled up her top and let it drop to the floor beside the couch, then lost the bra too.
There was a brief moment of eye contact in which they both realised that if they were going to stop it was now or never, but it passed as quickly as it came. Grace sat up and latched her lips around Mamrie's now exposed nipple.
"Yes," hissed Mamrie, as Grace flicked her tongue across the hardened bud. "Just like that..."
Grace pulled at the nipple with her teeth, enjoying the groan that passed Mamrie's lips.
"Fuck, you're good at this," gasped Mamrie. "Wait a second..."
Mamrie shuffled backwards on Grace's lap and Grace took her mouth away from where she was suckling on Mamrie's nipple.
"No, don't stop," said Mamrie, putting a hand on the back of Grace's head and pushing it back into her chest.
Grace's tongue resumed the attention it was giving to Mamrie's breast, as the older woman's hands dropped between them, fumbling with the button on Grace's pants.
"Wait," said Grace, as Mamrie triumphed over the button and tugged the zip down, before slipping her hand inside Grace's pants and cupping the blonde's centre over her underwear.
Mamrie's hands froze and the redhead choked out, "Do you want to stop?"
Grace paused for a moment, trying to work out if this was really what she wanted, but then Mamrie's fingers twitched ever so slightly against her core over her panties.
"Fuck it," muttered Grace, leaning up and crashing her lips back against Mamrie's.
"I'd rather fuck you," came Mamrie's response.
"Go on then," smirked Grace.
Mamrie kept a gentle pressure on the front of Grace's panties and at the same time, the two of them managed to pull the jeans down Grace's legs.
Mamrie's hand slipped beneath the elastic of Grace's panties and the blonde couldn't help but moan as fingers met warm wetness.
"You wanted this quite badly, didn't you Gracie?"
Grace had no time to feel embarrassed at how turned on she was, instead jerking her hips upwards. Mamrie took the hint and her fingers rubbed frantically against Grace's clit. Mamrie pressed open mouthed kisses against Grace's neck as Grace's breathing became even harsher and more uneven with each stroke between her wet folds.
Grace let out a little whimper as one long finger slipped inside her, and after only a few pumps, a second one was added.
"So close," gasped Grace.
"Cum for me, Grace," whispered Mamrie, softly, her voice husky. "I want to watch you come undone."
"Oh fuck..."
A wave of intense pleasure surged through Grace's body as Mamrie's thumb brushed across her clit, and she clenched uncontrollably around the older woman's fingers.
"So sexy," murmured Mamrie, withdrawing her fingers from Grace's panties and lying down on the couch, her body half draped across Grace's.
"That was unexpected," panted Grace, once she had recovered from her orgasm.
"In a good way or a bad way?"
"Most definitely good," sighed Grace, pressing a gentle kiss to Mamrie's cheek. "Do you think that maybe we can do it again sometime? And next time I can touch you."
"Definitely," agreed Mamrie, pulling the discarded blanket that had sparked the whole conversation that led to them having sex in the first place over both of their bodies. "But for now, let's sleep."