Fanfics

Pride - by hartorotica

VII. Pride
[Pride seems to be a sort of crown of the virtues; for it makes them more powerful, and it is not found without them. Therefore it is hard to be truly proud; for it is impossible without nobility and goodness of character]
June 22, 2013
She has been meticulously checking upon Hannah's social media every hour or so. Well, maybe slightly more frequent than that. But that's not the point. The point is that for over a month, she had been terribly confused and the younger girl has done absolutely nothing to make it better. The morning after in Canada had been spent in company of the other four people they were travelling with, and when they had isolated themselves from the rest for a tiny while, Hannah had made it clear that she had thoughts and feelings about what had gone down, but she found it hard to discuss. Long story short, Grace has no clue where she stands. Canada was a mess, DC was a mess and now thanks to Hannah's and Mamrie's lying, LA was about to be a mess too.
You are listening to KSCN. This morning we are joined by -
Jesus Christ. She turns the radio off again, surprised by the fact that she still manages to feel angrier at Mamrie than she was before that stupid radio channel disrupted her thoughts. The redhead has made sure to stay out of Grace's way. She hasn't been home on Friday night, and now it's Saturday and she's still nowhere to be seen. Grace takes her time brewing herself a large coffee, tips it off with some whipped cream (No Baileys today, she needs to keep a clear mind) and sips from it slowly, contemplating what is going on - and what she can do about it. Goose is laying in her bench at the other side of the living room, looking at her human from a distance. The dog is unaware of what is going on, but even she realises that something is about to happen.
Okay, now he was close, trying to domesti-
She picks up immediately. She knows for a fact it's Hannah, the brunette's goofy face shining brightly at her from her phone display. Quelling the fury inside of her, she places her mug down on the counter and tries her hardest not to let Hannah hear the gritting of her teeth.
"Hi Gracie!" Hannah greets, "Beautiful morning, isn't it!"
"Very." Grace shuts her eyes, "So, where you at?"
"Nearly home." Oh, you conniving little cunt. "About to enter LA. We have that food bank thing in an hour, so we're going to have to hurry! Just thought I'd call in and talk to you before."
"Great." The blonde manages to say, "Are we still on for tonight?"
"Course we are! Six o' clock at your place, right?"
"Hannah," Grace looks outside of her window, pursing her lips together, "I can't wait."
"It's good to be missed!" Hannah seems completely unaware of the poisonous undertone of Grace's words, "Right, I'm going to leave my hom-," She coughs, "Hotel."
"I thought you were in the RV." Grace says coolly. When you lie, at least lie properly.
"You know what I'm like, Grace. Home, hotel, house on the road!"
"I'll see you around six."
Hannah wishes her a good day and she mumbles something in reply even though she's already stopped listening. She's making a game plan; making sure Goose is fed and take a shower and check upon Hannah's day and at six, confront her. No running away from it now, Hart. She finishes her coffee and dumps the empty mug in her sink. Goose's bowl gets filled and she stalks off to her bathroom. If she's going to figure this out, she needs to be at her best.
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She's learned from Pearl's Twitter that the food bank volunteering has already ended. Hannah texts her accordingly, saying she's about to head home and shower and change, and that she's on schedule to arrive at Helbig's house around six. Grace replies with a smiley face. Little does Hannah know, Grace does not intend to be home at six. In matter of fact, she's going to turn up at Hannah's around half past five. She's once told that in order to throw people off their game, you have to say 'no' to whatever they ask first, and you have to appear way earlier or later than the set time, to confuse them. If that shit works for job interviews, it definitely works for situations like these.
"Not home in LA, my fucking ass." She mumbles.
She's not made a lot of effort. Well, she has, sort of. She doesn't know whether it was deliberate or whether it happened in her subconscious, but she's automatically gone for that red and white top from American Apparel. The top that Hannah conveniently happens to like. She's put on some skinny jeans that laid on top of her pile of clean laundry, and she's put on some ballerinas because what else would she wear when it's fucking 80 degrees outside. Now, while she hasn't spent much time thinking through her outfit, she's spent enough time getting ready in the bathroom. Truth been told, quite necessary. She's tried to cover up the bags beneath her eyes (courtesy of Hannah lying), and has vigorously tried to battle the sudden outburst of spots on her forehead, something she had imagined a 27 year old should no longer have to deal with. She suspected the In-N-Out binging had something to do with it, but who the hell knows.
Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots -
Her message tone is annoying the shit out of her as well. After she gets back from Hannah's tonight, she definitely has to change it. She considers managing to actually change it herself (normally Hannah does it), and figures that she may as well just buy a new phone - saves her the trouble of deleting all of their pictures off her device too. One hour! Hannah has texted. Grace smirks and grabs Goose's leach before putting her phone back in her pocket. No, Hannah. Less.
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She's gone for a walk to Hannah's place. Goose has conveniently been dropped at her neighbours, who still feel guilty over the fact their black lab made her trip and end up in ER with stitches. With Hannah Hart by my side, of course. Memories come floating back to her, how she phoned Hannah in a panic and how the brunette came rushing to her house. The Prius had pulled up in her driveway with a loud screech and Hannah had been by her side a few blinks of an eye later, looking at her worriedly and pressing a damp cloth against her forehead. It seems too long ago now. She idly runs her fingertips over the skin of her forehead, still feeling a slight bump as to where the stitches had been. And why on earth couldn't she shake those memories of Hannah rubbing her back soothingly as they waited in ER? I fell too hard. She sighed, realising the dual meaning behind her own thoughts.
She arrives at Hannah's door and checks her phone - 17:19. Deciding she is not going to wait any longer, she walks up to the girl's front door and rings the buzzer. This is it, this is it, this is it. She hadn't seen Hannah in three weeks. Three weeks since she had bluntly told her what she wanted to do with her. This had been, in turn, two weeks after that kiss in Canada. She has no idea what tonight is going to bring, but she knows that she needs answers. She can tell Hannah is coming to open the door by the soft treading of footsteps upon wooden floor panels, and seconds later, the door swings open, revealing Hannah in a black V-neck and a blue pair of jeans.
"Grace?" She frowns, not bothering to hide her surprise, "What are you doing here?"
"Surprise." Grace smiles, "Aren't you happy to see me?"
Hannah blinks, rapidly. Then she recovers from the obvious shock of seeing the blonde standing at her door, and closes the distance between them. She has to push herself upwards and balances on her toes as she wraps her arms around Grace and hugs her. Tightly. Grace returns the squeeze and then pulls away. Deep down, she is still scared, and seething, and confused. But in the moment, she's standing there looking at Hannah and for just a nanosecond, it all seems perfect.
"I thought I was gonna come see you in half an hour." Hannah tried, lightly frowning, "I mean, I only just did my hair. Wanted to, you know," She rakes her hand through her hair, "Gussy up?"
"Why would you do that?"
Hannah looks at her in confusion. She can't possibly be unaware of the disposition here. Grace sighs and walks through the apartment, choosing to sit down at the kitchen table after a few moments of pacing about. She pulls a kitchen chair back, annoyed by the sound it makes as it scrapes over the wooden floor. Hannah follows her, sits down as well, unsure what to do next.
"Do you, um, want something to drink?"
"No." Grace finds a sudden interest in her fingers, as she fiddles - anything to avoid looking at Hannah, "I came here early because I have some questions and you are the only one who has the answers; so..."
"Alright."
"Why did you lie to me?" Grace looks up, hating the fact the hurt in her voice is evident, "I overheard you talk to Mamrie. Why did you come back last night and why wasn't I allowed to know?"
"Oh fuck." Hannah groans, "Grace..."
"It's a simple question." The blonde continues, "Why did you do that?"
"I had to take care of some things." Hannah sighs, "And I needed some time to think after, you know, what happened between us."
"So, did you?" Grace feels calm. Too calm. "Did you do whatever was so important to let me miss you for an extra day?"
"Yeah." It's the first time Hannah dares to look up and make eye contact with the older girl, "I did."
"Come on then, let's hear it." She laughs, sarcastically, "What was so fucking important, Hannah? Met some girl on tour and showed her around?" A horrible thought hits her, "Did Ashley come here already? Is she in LA?"
"What?" Hannah frowns, "No!" She looks down, "Look, Grace. What happened between us in Canada... It should not have happened." Ouch. "I mean, I wanted it to happen, but it should not have been in some stupid hotel in Canada, while we were wasted, in some seedy room." She sighs, "I had promised myself that I'd talk to you after the tour, you know. Spend some time away from you to get my thoughts into order and figure out why I feel so goddamn giddy around you."
This is new information.
"Grace, I have been thinking about you pretty much 24/7. Before Canada. Then it became even more intense, and since DC - let's just say I could no longer focus properly. But then you said that neither of us had meant anything and it confused me so badly." She runs her fingertips through her hair once more, "So I decided I needed time to plan this. I asked Mamrie to help me out. I wanted to get this place cleaned up and come pick you up at home and do something with you. We always make content for our videos or we go for drinks or we sit at home and talk? And for fuck sake, Grace, you were trying to get me naked." She smiles now, somewhat nervously, "I wanted to surprise you and do something that I wouldn't normally do. Something that would make you understand that I meant what I said in Canada. I did want you, Grace. Very much so."
"So, what was this plan?"
"In-N-Out," Hannah smiles, "And um. Hold on."
She gets up and leaves the kitchen briefly, only to come back with a shoebox.
"You got me shoes?"
"No, it's the content that matters. I haven't got the chance to unpack yet, nor to wrap it?" Hannah sits back down, somewhat closer to Grace this time, "Here." She pushes the box closer to the blonde, "Open it?"
She's nervous as her fingers fidget with the lid and push it open. She leans in closer to the box and peeks to see what's in it. She first lands her eyes on a small dinosaur, taking it out and looking at it. I recognise this one. She looks at the other items in the box, confused, before looking at Hannah and begging for an explanation.
"I told you that I thought about you 24/7, Grace." She rummages through the box, "This seashell's from the shore of San Francisco." Hannah smiles, "This is a lucky poker chip from Vegas," She takes a chip out and puts it on the table, "This is a napkin from the place we shared that apple turnover, this is a bit of that glitter you liked to throw during NoFilterShow, this is one of your hair ties, this is a pair of sunglasses that I got after losing mine, this is one of your shirts," She smiled nervously, "And you're holding the dinosaur from Drumheller." She points at the box, "And there's more. I just... gathered things, on tour. I figured that if you were not with me going to see these places, I'd bring the places home to you. Cause I did think about you, all the time."
Oh God. Grace puts the dinosaur down on the table. It's unfair, she feels, how all her previous thoughts have gone out of the window now that Hannah tried to surprise her. She feels like a complete and utter idiot, an ungrateful idiot for that matter. She fights back the lump in her throat and covers her head with her hands, trying to gather some coherent thoughts. She thinks she's on her way until Hannah takes one of her hands in her own and strokes it gently.
"What's wrong, Grace?" She sounds pained, "You've been so off with me lately."
"It's nothing." The blonde forces a smile, I'm just being stupid."
"No, you're not. Babe, tell me."
"It's just..." There come the waterworks. "I thought that you thought Canada was a mistake, because you discarded it the next day. And then you rejected me in DC. And then there was Ashley. And all those meet ups where you had all those girls all over you, and -"
"And you were jealous." Hannah finishes her sentence, "I get that, Grace." She scoots closer to the blonde and looks at her, "Why didn't you just say?"
"Because I didn't want to lose you?" Grace sobs, "Which sounds terribly ironic now, because I can't blow this any worse, can I."
"You haven't blown anything, Grace." Hannah sighs, "Move your hands."
It annoys her that she can't see Grace's face when the blonde is having a breakdown in emotions. But apparently, Grace is not willing to change anything about her position. It leaves Hannah looking at her best friend who's desperately trying to look away from her, one hand clasped in Hannah's and the other covering her eyes, a few tears rolling from beneath it. They slowly make their way over the girl's cheeks, rolling down and occasionally dropping upon the kitchen table. Yeah, no. Hannah can't stand it anymore; she gets up and pulls at Grace's chair so that she's no longer sitting at the table. Grace is still refusing to look at her at all, so she goes for what she feels is a fool proof plan. She goes in to stand between Grace's legs and cups the girl's face, stroking her cheeks with the pads of her thumbs until the sobbing subsides and Graces finally looks at her. How the hell can we be at eye level when I'm standing and she's sitting? She's never understood the height difference between them, how sometimes it bothered her and sometimes it doesn't show. She frowns, and smiles, and Grace is looking at her quietly.
"You okay?" She whispers, as Grace seemingly relaxes.
The blonde nods, and that's all that she needs for now. She moves in closer and brushes her lips against Grace's, tentatively at first. It's familiar and it feels better now that she is completely sober and for some reason, she expects Grace to pull back and laugh this off. But she doesn't; and instead she digs her fingertips into Hannah's black V-neck and pulls her closer, their bodies nearly touching. Fucking hell. She moves one hand to the back of Grace's head and lets the other stroke the girl's arm gently as she deepens the kiss, ignoring the groan that comes from Grace's lips as she softly tugs at the girl's bottom lip. She swings one leg over Grace's and the blonde automatically closes hers, allowing Hannah to straddle her. Meanwhile, their lips stay attached to each other's, kissing as impatient hands curiously roamed around.
"Grace."
It comes out as merely a sigh when Grace latches her lips on the soft skin of Hannah's neck, placing butterfly kisses as the brunette tangles her fingers into the blonde mane of her friend and pull her in closer. Pushing herself upwards to feel Grace's body against hers, Hannah realises that this has no other way to end than in her bed. Have I changed the sheets? I have changed the sheets. I think. She gets snapped back to reality when Grace slides her hand beneath her top, warm fingers trailing over the small of her back as the blonde kisses upwards again. Her stomach growls but Grace's lips are nearly touching hers again and she figures she can wait for anything as long as it means that this gorgeous blonde wants to kiss her.
"You hungry?" Grace pulls away, looking at her curiously. Oh well, embarrassing.
"No, I'm good." She says it too quickly to be believable, "It's good."
"You are a very shit liar." Grace frowns, "I'm hungry as well. Call in some food."
"But I don't want to stop doing this." Hannah admits, feeling her cheeks turn red, "Grace, honest to God, I have loved you for so long, and this -"
"I'm not going to go anywhere." The blonde says softly, "Relax."
It surprises her how nervous Hannah gets. Is that a general reaction she has, or is it due to me? She watches the brunette get off her and walk over to the living room. She knows that's where Hannah keeps some leaflets from takeout places, and she figures she's going to eat noodles tonight. But instead, Hannah grabs her cell phone and taps its screen for a few minutes before turning back to Grace, smiling.
"So, what are we ordering?"
"I already did." Hannah breathes, straddling Grace once more, "I have a friend who works there and whose shift ended at half six. She's bringing it around."
"You are clever, you know that."
"You are beautiful." Hannah blurts out, "I just..." She starts grinning like an idiot, "I wish I could stay like this, with you, forever."
"Even after our entire fiasco on tour?" Grace asks quietly, pecking the girl's lips, "Really?"
"Helbig," Hannah sighs in embarrassment, "Have you got any idea how hot that was, back in DC?"
New information! Grace feels herself turn hot beneath the collar as she thinks back of what she's been saying to her best friend. She remembers flustered cheeks and small gaps and she makes a mental note of this, because if that is what Hannah likes - she's not going to deny her that.
"When is the food gonna be here?"
"Are you that hungry?" Hannah frowns, "Shit, sorry babe. Didn't know."
"I just want to know how much time I have with you before that girl drops by." Grace moves her hands to Hannah's thighs, which seem to be burning through her jeans, "Because this entire 'straddling' situation is, well..."
She bites her lip and looks at the brunette, who's now looking flustered as well. Grace presses her fingertips into Hannah's thighs and the smaller girl kisses her again, more passionately as she rolls her hips against Grace's, both turned on and embarrassed about how badly she wants this.
-
Half an hour later, and they've finished their burgers. Hannah's still surprised at Grace's comeback to meat, realising that from now on, she's going to be the one with the more dietary restrictions, instead of the blonde. She contemplates clearing the plates, before deciding to just take Grace out of the kitchen. She feels somewhat lazy, especially now that she's eaten. The tiredness of the past few weeks comes back to her and she just wants to head to the couch and lay down, preferably with Grace. The blonde must have the same idea, because before Hannah can suggest it, she's already half laying on the couch, beckoning Hannah to join her. They end up with Grace laying down and Hannah laying down in between her legs, her back against Grace's front as the blonde wraps her arms around her and nuzzles her neck gently.
"Grace?"
"Hm?"
"Do you think that maybe," Hannah pauses, feeling lucky about the fact Grace can't see her face right now, "We can somehow consider this?" She feels her heart throb in her throat, "You know, like whatever this is..."
She's not expected this question. Grace freezes up and tries to think of something to say, but no words come to her. Do I want this? Or is this just curiosity gone very, very bad? She doesn't dare to move, but Hannah has already picked up on her hesitation and turns around, hovering over Grace for a second before pushing herself up and kneeling on the couch, in front of Grace.
"I don't know." Grace admits, "I want to?" She looks at the brunette who suddenly seems to have lost any courage she had mustered, "It's just that, I know how I feel about you. And I know that from time to time, things that you do seriously confuse me and it messes me up." And I sound like a nutcase now. Great job. "I really do like you, Hannah. And I want to do this, us. I just don't know if I can, 'cause this fucking terrifies me."
"I do?"
"Just, this in general." Grace feels nauseous, confessing all of this, "I hate being dependent on people, Hannah. And if there is one thing I have learned the past two months, is that I am already depending on you to be happy. And you're just the hot friend I made out with." She laughs at the word choice, "You see? That's fucking scary."
"If we'd have a go," Hannah leans in closer again, looking down at the blonde, "It'd be scary. It'd be a big change, Grace, and big changes are always terrifying. But you know what's even scarier than that? Regrets."
There she goes with her pseudo-psychology again.
"Is that so?" Grace grins, "See, this is what I mean. I think I have made up my mind about something and then you come out of the blue, saying something weird and I find myself just agreeing with anything you say."
"In that case," Hannah smiles, "I want to go out with you." She whispers, "I want you to stay over at my place and cuddle up to me in the morning. I want to walk around in your shirts." She adds, "Well, not this one, you obviously are too emotionally attached to it," She pecks Grace's lips gently, "I want to kiss you before I fall asleep and I want to wake up to you next to me. I think you should agree on those things, too." She dips her head into the nape of Grace's neck, "Cause I really want this, if you want it too. I'm not kidding, Grace." She sighs and presses her lips against Grace's neck, "I think I have fallen for you."
I think I have fallen for you. Now that was unexpected. She could have guessed that Hannah felt sort of attracted to her; as Tim had pointed out to her repeatedly. She had laughed it off and blamed it on his overactive gaydar, but she had to admit that deep down, she enjoyed the fact that the younger girl obviously found her attractive. The feeling had been likewise, although she had never really felt like admitting it to anyone - especially not Hannah herself. But here she was, beneath a very flustered Hannah who had now said something she could never take back, and who was now looking at her anxiously, due to her silence.
"It's bad, isn't it?" Hannah grins, "I mean... Hannah, with all the rules about relationships, going in head first." She chews her lip, "Grace," That lisp. Oh God, that lisp. "I know that I have went on and on about how I was never going to date straight girls, and that white girls aren't for me, but none of that applies to you." She pushes her lips against Grace's cheek, her mouth millimetres away from the blonde's ear, "I don't know if this is the smartest or the most stupid thing I've ever done, but I really want to."
Grace couldn't do anything but nod. This time, unlike their Canadian tryst, Hannah waited longer, unsure of what exactly she was supposed to do now. Deciding that there has been enough time wasted waiting, Grace latches her arms around the brunette's neck and pulled her down on top of her. The younger girl feels dizzy from desire and pushes herself harder against Grace, trying to convey what she had been saying into every single push forward against the girl's body.
This is leading to what I think it's leading, isn't it. Grace thinks to herself as Hannah's hands tentatively slide underneath her top and run over her sides. Yup, it is. She has still not forgotten about the agony she has been going through for the past month. Fair enough, she no longer feels insecure about how this was going to end, but that doesn't mean that she's going to let it Hannah's little white lies and apparent oblivion slide by. Payback time, Hart. She suppresses a grunt when Hannah sucks on her pulse point softly, and brings her hands in between their bodies, pushing Hannah slightly off of her before grabbing her neck and bringing her lips to her ear.
"Remember what I said in DC?" She whispers softly, "What I said on the couch?"
"Uh huh."
"Guess what," Grace smiled against the brunette's cheek, "I still want to do all of those things." She felt Hannah move slightly so she tightened her grip, kissing the younger girl's earlobe lightly, "I'm going to find your weak spots, baby." She continues, "And I'm going to fuck you until you can barely remember your own name."
She had seen Hannah's 'shock face' plenty of times, mainly when Mamrie made a crude joke. She didn't know how come, but the freckle-eyed girl seemed easily taken back by words. This, however, was a whole new thing happening. The look upon Hannah's face is shock and surprise and something that Grace very much hopes is craving. She pushes the smaller one off her and gets up from the couch. May as well take the lead. She grabs Hannah's hand and heads off to her bedroom, the brunette sheepishly following her. And she's at a loss of words, that's a first. She opens the door and walks through, dragging Hannah in with her before slamming her against the inside of the door. That's becoming a common occurrence as well. Hannah's breath is ragged and her mouth remains slightly ajar as Grace pushes her knee between her legs. She gasps, and Grace feels confident that her payback plan is definitely working.
"Does this turn you on?" She whispers, grabbing Hannah's wrists.
"Yeah." The brunette breathes, unsure what Grace is playing at.
Without further warning, Grace reaches down and slides her hands beneath Hannah's ass, squeezing it lightly before lifting her up. She was not particularly strong, but lifting up a five foot something who was obsessed with chicken and kale, wasn't the hardest of things. Hannah wraps her arms around her neck because she has little choice, being lifted into the air. Grace feels how the brunette links her legs around her waist and she pushes her harder against the door. She moans, and Grace wishes that she could skip this cruel game of teasing and just fuck her already. But this is her ego that has been damaged, and this is Hannah who thought she could outsmart her - so she's got a prerogative to continue this for a tiny bit longer.
"Like this?" She purrs, moving her lips to the side of Hannah's neck, pleased that she's now on eye level with the brunette, "Want me to do more?"
"Grace, seriously." Hannah moans as Grace sucks on her skin gently, "You're doing this on purpose."
"I am." Grace admits, "But I was serious about what I said in DC." She bites down gently, making Hannah gasp as a soft sting pains her neck, "I'm going to have you soaked by the time I take your clothes off."
"Jesus fuck."
Hit a nerve. Grace smirks, pleased that she has found one of Hannah's weaknesses. She can feel her gyrate against her stomach as she pins her against the wall, and decides that she can have more fun if she takes this to the bed. She turns around, grabbing Hannah tighter as she takes a few steps, feeling her cling onto her more tightly. She nearly trips in the end, but manages to get Hannah down on the covers right in time. She feels feverish lips seek her own and lets Hannah kiss her for a few seconds before pulling back. Grabbing the bottom of the black top, she inches it upwards, pulling it over the girl's head before straddling her and pushing her down.
"You're gorgeous." She mutters, and for the first time since she's started this, she doesn't say it to get a reaction - she is gorgeous.
Grace runs her hands over toned skin, skin that has somehow become more tan than before Hannah left on tour. The turquoise bra, however, is still there. Guess we all have favourite pieces of clothing. She runs her fingertips along the edge, scraping her fingernails gently over the tattoo. She remembers Hannah said something about getting a second tattoo, and wonders whether she's going to find it later on. She signals for Hannah to lift up and reaches behind her back, trying to find the clasp for a few moments before managing to loosen up the bra.
"Down." She says shortly, smiling at Hannah's obvious arousal.
She leans down, pushing her lips against Hannah's collarbone for a few seconds before kissing further down south. Her skin tastes of almond oil and some kind of tropical fruit; she can feel her becoming hotter as her skin perspires just the tiniest bit, eager for Grace to continue this sweet torture. Grace kisses down her chest, surprised at her own ability to not become flustered at what she's doing. She's had no clue what to do, but she realises that there's not much to think about. Just go with it She diverts from her trail and flicks her tongue over the brunette's nipple, moving up her free hand to cup the other breast. She bites down gently, causing Hannah to gasp for air as she arches her back off the duvet. Grace pushes her back down, mercilessly, as she switches it up and repeats her ministrations. She places some loose kisses, randomly, before leaning back and chewing her bottom lip.
"Hey." She whispers, forcing Hannah to open her eyes and look at her, "Take those off." She looks down at Hannah's jeans, before rolling off the brunette, then getting up from the bed itself.
Hannah shimmies the trousers off her legs as Grace herself makes quick work getting out of her top and jeans as well. She clambers back on top of the bed, retaking her earlier position by getting on top of her. This time she feels Hannah's body heat seep through her own pores as her lower body pushes against the younger girl's. She supports herself on her left forearm, next to Hannah's head, as her right hand gently trails down her stomach. Well defined abs. She doesn't feel any muscle, but it's toned, and it's warm against her fingertips and it sinks into a crease as Hannah sharply inhales the second her fingers reach the girl's underwear. Grace glances down, briefly, at black and white striped panties. Cute. She leans down and brushes her lips against Hannah's softly, her fingertips sliding inside of her underwear. Hannah's losing it. The breaths that pass her lips, against Grace's, ragged and irregular and very much impatient. This makes her smile, and she continues to kiss her, deepening the kiss as her fingers become wet and Hannah grunts against her lips.
"Grace, please." Hannah lifts her hips to meet Grace's hand, desperate to create some kind of friction, but the blonde is having none of it.
"I like this side of you." Grace smiles, "The nice, submissive part." She presses down, the palm of her hand rubbing against Hannah. It's smooth and warm and Grace wonders why she's waited so long for this, "You like this?" She looks down at shut eyes and teeth that dig into a bottom lip, "Does it feel good when I rub you?"
She has no idea where it's coming from or whether it sounds sexy or not, but it makes Hannah grunt and wet her lips, so she figures she's doing something right. The brunette simply nods, and Grace decides that nodding is not a suitable reply.
"Want me to fuck you?" She continues, pushing her hand further down Hannah's underwear, fingertips slipping between wet folds as she starts to feel her own heartbeat increase steadily, "Fucking hell, you're wet."
It seems to push Hannah past her deception point; she reaches up and grabs Grace's neck and pulls her closer, kissing her eagerly as her other hand tries to find Grace's wrist, pushing her to give her what she wants. Grace lets go and grabs Hannah's wandering arm with her free hand, bringing it up above their heads and pinning it down onto the pillow.
"No." She says quietly, "Don't."
She darts her eyes over Hannah's face as she slowly pushes inside of her. She pulls back slightly and goes for it again. It takes a few tries to make Hannah moan in appreciation, and she adds a second finger. This makes the brunette gasp for a second before coming back down, pushing her fists into the mattress.
"These need to go." Grace mumbles, kneeling in between Hannah's legs and redrawing her hand completely, much to Hannah's disapproval.
Her hands grip the fabric of the brunette's underwear and pull it down her legs before laying down in between them. Grace notices that Hannah used the couple of seconds to prop herself up; she's now looking down at the blonde who's, for the first time tonight, truly unaware of what to do. But Hannah is watching her and she's supposed to be the confident one now, so she brings her fingers to her lips and wets them -which makes Hannah sigh in despair- before continuing to finger the younger girl beneath her. Hannah gasps and she pushes against the girl's clit with her thumb, circling it as her fingers move back and forth. She sees how the girl's thighs clench, tensing up every few seconds. She finds a rhythm and is amused to see Hannah's tensing adapts to it. The room is quiet, apart from the sounds her fingers make as she fucks the brunette, and the small throaty moans.
"I like this." She kisses Hannah's cheek softly, "I love how you get this wet for me." She wraps her lips around Hannah's earlobe and tugs at it gently, grazing over the sensitive skin with her teeth, "Guess what I'm gonna do now."
"I don't know." Hannah breaths, "As long as you don't stop what you're doing, please."
"I'm gonna stop." The blonde says matter-of-factly, causing Hannah to grunt in frustration, "Cause I can't eat you out if I don't stop this." She curls her fingers once, making Hannah's eyes open wide and look at her in mild shock, "What?"
"Grace, you don't have -"
"I want to." Grace cuts her short, "I wanna push my tongue inside of you and literally fuck you until you can't take any more." She continues, trying to say it as calm as possible - this seems to have the biggest effect on Hannah, "And then some more, until you can't cum any harder."
Hannah just stares. Mission accomplished. She decides to skip on kissing her way down and simply grabs Hannah's bended knees, pulling her closer towards her. She lays in between her legs and wraps her arms around toned thighs before running the tip of her tongue from where her fingers have been, up to the very top, where Hannah pulsates against her as she touches it. She repeats this a couple of times, ignoring the grunting and keeping up her own pace. Grace pulls back and kisses up her thighs gently, before sliding her hands beneath Hannah's ass and holding it tightly as she plunges her tongue inside of her. The throaty groan she's rewarded with, sends chills down her spine. Hannah bucks against her, tries to gyrate as she tries to get in deeper, pulling out a couple of times to suckle on the younger girl's clit. The alternation frustrates Hannah, who finally reaches down and grabs hold of Grace's hair.
"Grace, I love you," She mutters, "But move your head again and I'll fucking kill you."
She yanks at the blonde hair, determined but not too hard; last thing she wants is to piss Grace off. The older girl brings one hand around and slips two fingers inside of her lover once more, her lips now carefully latched around Hannah's clit. She sucks while she fingers her and she can tell that the other girl's orgasm is starting to build up, the tugging of her hair becoming more frequent.
"Harder." Hannah pleads, "Just a bit - oh God."
Grace has sucked on her clit harder than ever before. She feels Hannah buck her hips against her mouth and lightly grazes her teeth over the sensitive are. The brunette clenches around her digits, moaning in ecstasy. Grace leaves her be for a few seconds before moving her fingers in and out again, making Hannah squirm.
"Don't." The brunette breaths, "Grace, don't. Jesus fuck, Grace, stop -"
She feels her body shake violently as Grace ignores her plea, jamming her fingers deeper inside of her and curling the tips upwards. It doesn't hurt but it doesn't feel like anything she's felt before either and before she knows It, she no longer controls what her body's doing. Grace keeps going, harder and faster and deeper and she can do nothing but lay back and feel the tremors and hear how vigorously the blonde is actually fucking her. Then there's a moment of nothing and then she feels her body go limp. Suddenly she's warm and cold and Grace pulls out of her and she exhales, slowly.
"I like it when you scream my name." Grace crawls up to her and pecks her lips gently, "I like this entire idea of you being my bitch," She grins, "You're hot when you cum."
"Are you?" Hannah tries to calm down her breathing as Grace lays beside her, "Are you hot when you cum?"
"Who knows." Grace grins, "Maybe."
Hannah sits up, swinging one leg over Grace's as she looks down at the blonde intensely. You can't just fuck the straight bait, Grace. She grins as she leans backwards and cups the blonde's sex with one hand, stroking her gently.
"I wanted to do this for so long." Hannah whispers, enjoying the touch of Grace's soaked hot mess beneath her fingertips, "Switch."
She crawls off Grace and lays back down again, before grabbing the blonde's arm and make her get on top of her. Her hands snake around Grace's back and get rid of the bra within seconds, before gliding down the girl's waist and grabbing her panties, pushing them further down Grace's legs as well. The blonde kicks them off in a hurry, and Hannah grabs her hips, pulling her in closer.
"Up." Hannah squeezes her ass softly, "Move up, Grace." Grace sits up straight, not sure what the purpose of this is, until Hannah moves her arms beneath her thighs, "Up, Grace."
She sits up for a second and Hannah slides down between her legs, stopping when she's right beneath her own throbbing sex. With a gentle pull, she gets pulled down and feels Hannah's tongue twist and twirl against her throbbing centre. Oh fuck. Her payback has been successfully countered, she realises, as Hannah quite easily manages to make her stomach tense and jack-knife forward, her fists clenched tight as she leans on the mattress. Hannah pushes her up again, her arms gripping her thighs tightly as her tongue dips inside of her.
"Lick me." Grace manages to moan, "Hannah, please. I need you to."
Sure, she wants to take revenge on Grace for having been such a tease, but the thought of making the blonde cum seems more appealing. So she pulls out, reaching for the girl's core with her fingertips and spreading her open just slightly before running her tongue over her swollen clit. Grace groans, a raw raspy noise coming from the back of her throat as Hannah suckles on her. It takes a few more moments before she twitches against the brunette's tongue and collapses. She moves her leg so that she isn't on top of Hannah anymore, and lays back on the covers, gasping for air.
"You were not kidding around." Hannah breaths softly, tucking a sweaty strand of hair behind Grace's ear, "You did want that to happen." She grins, kissing her softly, "God, Grace, I love you."
The blonde turns her head around to face her best friend again. Best friend, girlfriend, lover. She flashes her a smile and notices how the brunette is covered in a light sheen of sweat. I did that. Hannah's bedroom smells of sex, the air thick with the scent of musk and Hannah's laundry detergent. We're gonna have to wash these sheets. Grace thinks to herself as Hannah leans in and kisses her on the lips. The sweat and the cold air have made their skin cool off, and the kiss feels refreshing instead of flaming hot. She smiles against Hannah's mouth and opens her eyes to stare right into the freckle. Fucking gorgeous, that freckle.
"You wore me out." Hannah frowns, before breaking out in a smile, "Can't say that happened before."
There it is. Beaming inside of her. Grace grins and cuddles into the smaller girl, happy that she had some sort of confirmation that for the first time in her life, Hannah had felt something because of her, that nobody else had managed to give. So the blonde feels proud. She's proud of having made it this far, from VidCon lounge seats to Hannah Hart's bed. She feels how Hannah wraps her arm around her shoulders and kisses the top of her head softly, and that's when she decides that she wants this too. She wants this for as long as she can get it - preferably forever.
"What are you thinking about?" Hannah whispers against her hair, "You okay?"
"Yeah." Grace sighs, cuddling up tighter against Hannah's side, "I'm perfect."
It's how she feels, in every single way. Loved and wanted and needed and better than ever before. And she thinks she doesn't ever want that to change, not after this.