Fanfics

Lust - by hartorotica

I. Lust
[pleasure, delight | personal inclination: wish, intense or unbridled sexual desire: lasciviousness]
June 1, 2013
She doesn't know when she started feeling this way, never mind how come. But she does know that seeing Hannah Hart flirt with other girls tears her heart into shreds and tramples the pieces. Tonight was not any different. Stupid NoFilterShow and stupid good looking girl that insists on having more pictures with the object of her passion. She pretends to be busy handing out photographs and taking pictures with fans while watching the brunette pose for a few more photographs with this... Well, she thinks she is entitled to refer to this particular girl as a modern version of Satan. Stupid short shorts and stupid tank top and stupid fucking perfect smile. She sighs as Hannah finally hugs the girl goodbye and greets another fan. Meanwhile, other fans keep queuing up and she tries her hardest to keep up the fake smile and the upbeat attitude but in all fairness, she wants to go over and slap all of these bitches away from what's hers. She's not yours. She ignores the voice in the back of her head and wraps an arm around another teenage girl. She's not mine.
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"That was awesome!" Hannah exclaims as the three of them walk back into the green room. "We should definitely plan this and get some more shows lined up, because I could get used to this."
"Probably because most of those girls are all over you." Mamrie snickers, grabbing a beer, "Am I glad that I'm not exactly the focus of attention with that hormonal crowd! What about you, Grace?"
The blonde sits down on the couch and looks at her two best friends. Well, one best friend and one... whatever Hannah is. She sees the brunette look at her questionably as Mamrie comes over and hands her another beer. She pulls the tab and takes a large swig, enjoying the foamy liquid running down her throat as Hannah sits down next to her. Their redhead friend starts changing into her regular clothes, tired of jumping around in those flowery leggings.
"I don't know about you, guys, but I think I'm going to have a smoke." Mamrie shakes her head, "I have not smoked in years, but I really need one right now. Might go hang with the fans a bit too. You two coming?"
"Maybe in a bit, yeah." Hannah smiles, "See you out there, Mames."
Mamrie leaves, allowing both Hannah and Grace to have some alone time. Grace takes another sip of her drink, careful not to look at the brunette. She doesn't know how or why, but Hannah seems tipsy. Must have been getting some shots outside. She takes another swig of her beer, unsure why drinking suddenly seems the one socially acceptable thing to do. Hannah leans back in the cushions of the couch and giggles. The sound pierces through Grace's ears as she turns, slowly. Twenty six year olds in starred leggings and grey shirts and a mop for a hairdo should not be allowed to look this attractive. It's disturbing and irritating and she doesn't understand why she wants her this much.
"It's fucking crazy, this." Hannah laughs, "I mean... Were you a popular kid in high school, Grace? Cause I sure as fuck was not." She pauses, "Well, I had friends and I was a joker, but I wasn't with the popular group or anything." She drinks, "Quite a contrast with the fact that there's now a small army of strangers that wants to fuck me." The thought of this amuses her, and she laughs, louder. "Anyway. What do you want to do, Grace?"
She knows that Hannah means to ask what their plans are now. Same routine as Boston and New York. Get out of their leggings, get into a red dress (her) and skinnies and a V-neck and a vest (Hannah) and laugh and sign shit and laugh and pose and laugh and sign more shit. She knows this. It is known, Khaleesi. Suddenly, she feels her heart pulsate harder against her ribcage. The thudding starts to feel palpable and she doesn't know how to handle it. All she knows is that this, Hannah failing to understand how much she wants her, is frustrating. Terribly frustrating. Frustrating to the point where she is pretty close to open up that big mouth of hers and mess things up.
"What I want to do?" She echoes, looking into sapphire blue eyes.
"Yup." Hannah smirks unknowingly, "What do you wanna do, babe?"
That goddamn eye freckle. She spent time online before, looking up what exactly it is, and why Hannah has it, and why on earth she thinks it's the most gorgeous thing in someone's eyes. She doesn't get anything more than a coloured pigment in Hannah's sclera. Google and Yahoo are unable to explain to her why that freckle makes her want to grab the brunette and kiss her with every fibre of her body. She hates it. She loves it. Maybe she hates that she loves it, too.
"You want to know?" Grace snickers, "Honestly?"
"Yeah, dude." Hannah frowns now, "Of course."
"Right."
Grace puts her can down on the ground and turns to her best friend, tucking one leg beneath her as the other one dangles from the couch. Hannah mirrors her position and looks at her, interested. Intrigued, even. Honesty is the best policy, right? Grace wets her lips and leans in just enough to make Hannah back up slightly.
"What I would want," She says calmly, "And I mean, really want, is push you back against the back rest of this couch," She continues, "Get on top of you and kiss you until your lips get sore." She looks at the younger girl, trying to gauge some kind of reaction - nothing, "You have no idea how badly I wanna kiss you." She says, quieter, "I'd take that ridiculous shirt off you," She tugs at the hem of Hannah's shirt for a moment before letting it shoot back, "And fucking roam my hands all over you."
"Grace."
Just one word. That's a good thing, she reckons. She can only say one word. 'shut up' would have been two, and Hannah clearly does not have the strength to manage that. This is good. This is better than expected. She grins, enjoying the power she now seems to possess over her best friend who is looking at her in confusion.
"No." She says curtly, "I'm talking, so you shut up. Where was I?" She scoots closer, bringing her lips to Hannah's ear but making sure she's not actually touching her whatsoever, "Oh yeah. So, you'd still be in those stupid leggings." She grins, "Those would have to come off." Grace adds mockingly, "Cause I doubt I can fuck you decently when you've got those on."
"What are you doing?" Hannah whispers, "Grace?"
What am I doing? Grace discards the thought and now feels overcome with lust. She wraps a hand around Hannah's neck, carefully not to hurt her but firm enough to prevent the brunette from moving around too much. Her lips are now against the younger girl's earlobe and she fights the urge to wrap her lips around it and suck.
"I'm telling you," She whispers, "What I wanna do." She strokes the side of Hannah's neck with her thumb gently, "I'd get you naked, Hannah." She adds, "I'd have you naked and I'd fuck you like you've never been fucked before." This causes the brunette go gasp lightly, so she holds on tighter, "I'd fuck you better than any of those stupid sluts you've been with, Hart." She whispers, "I'd have you moaning my name as I'd fuck that cunt of yours." She can tell Hannah's either aroused or uncomfortable as the girl's knuckles turn white from clasping onto the arm rest of the couch, "You'd be soaked before I even start on you, and you'd be dripping before I'd even consider going down on you." Grace smiles, leaning in closer and brushing her lips against Hannah's earlobe softly, "But eventually, you know, eventually I'd give in. Pull your naked ass to the edge of this couch and go down on you. Eat you out until you come all over my tongue and until every single person in DC knows whose bitch you are when you scream for me." She concludes, "That is what I'd want to do."
She lets go of Hannah, as abruptly as she grabbed her, and reaches down to the ground to retrieve her beer can. There's silence, lingering thickly in the air as Hannah sits beside her, not moving. The situation is absurd, she knows that. She shakes her head and finishes her beer before bursting out in a fit of giggles. By now, Hannah seems to have recomposed herself. Grace turns to face her, curious about what is going to happen now. She knows she has crossed some sort of line. This is not the kind of thing you tell your friends you want to do to them, even though half of the world seems to ship you with them and they are into girls and they are so, so gorgeous.
"You're drunk."
It sounds like a statement, more than a question. So Grace decides not to deny it. She shrugs and leans back in the couch, turning to face the brunette who still looks flushed. Hannah runs her hand through her hair, unsure what to say or do. Grace likes this. She's managed to somehow stun the younger girl. She knows that does not happen often. Hannah stares at her for a couple of moments and then laughs too, nervously.
"Fucking hell, Grace. You nearly got me there." She smiles at her but it's not genuine as she usually does, "I really thought you were serious, for a second. I had no idea you were joking."
She wants this to be a joke. Grace's mind yells at her. Do something, you idiot. Save yourself.
"You know me," Grace grins, "I'm one hell of an actress." She adds, nudging Hannah's thigh softly. Hannah laughs again, obviously more relieved this time, "Did I freak you out?"
"Just a little." Hannah admits, "Cause I thought you were serious, you know."
"Don't worry." The blonde gets up, walking over to the mini fridge and grabbing another drink, "It's not like I want to get into your pants or anything. I just," She shrugs, "You know. Stress relief. Booze. Your face was priceless."
"I bet it was." Hannah smiles, "So I don't need to fear you ripping my leggings off and having your wicked way with me any time soon?"
"Nah." Grace smiles, "No worries."
She wants to rip them off, though. She wants to rip them off and have Hannah Hart against the door and on that couch and on that desk in the back and hypothetically speaking on the floor too, if only it weren't filthy. But that is not socially acceptable to say, especially not to your lesbian best friend. So she keeps it to herself. Hannah seems to have forgotten about the so-called prank already and pulls her top over her head before reaching for her regular shirt. For a second, Grace feels lust boiling up from deep within her and she fights the urge to close the distance between them and kiss Hannah.
Soon. She opens another can of beer and takes a deep swig, enjoying the sensation of the cool alcohol in her mouth. I'll tell her how I feel about her soon.