you are alive with so much feeling (rp for girl_ofsecrets)

[neversee_inside]

Hank was really reluctant to use the word. Partly because it meant something, partly because she wasn't sure it fit...partly because it scared her, just a little. Vampires and demons were no big deal, but find herself a girlfriend and she was shaking in her shoes.

But she wasn't. Just because they were sleeping together didn't mean anything. They

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[its_notluck]

Claire was asking herself much the same question. Had she, somehow, ended up with a girlfriend? How did a long time friendship with a girl (no less) evolve into something like what was going on at the moment? She wasn't really sure. Oh yes, she would understand if this whole issue was to do with a guy but it wasn't. It was Hank. Her Hank who had always been a best friend but had somehow become a lover.

She wondered if they could pass it off as some sort of experimentation. After all, lots of people said that the college years were a great time for that sort of thing. A lot of people tested the waters and waded in to see what they came out as on the other side. After all, she couldn't really see herself hooking up with some other girl. She had never looked at them that way but here she found herself thinking about Hank like that.

Remembering what she tasted like. The little moans and gasps she made whenever Claire did something she liked. The way she was bossy even in the middle of....yes, sex. Oh god.

She was still deep in thought, while pretending to study, when suddenly Hank came tearing into her room and flopping on her bed. Claire didn't need to look at the other girl to know she was in a mood which meant that they were definitely going to end up fighting. She also ignored the thought of making up afterwards and the pleasant way her stomach tightened at the idea.

Hearing the question, she muttered in response. "What? Me and Pippy Longstocking? Think of the children." She sighed dramatically. "Oh well, they'll be loved."

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Reflexively, Hank reached over and smacked her one the way she always did, finding some comfort in the familiar squabble.

"Fuck Pippi." she groused. "No, wait...forget it. I own yer ass."

She paused, rolling on her side and propping her head in her hand with a glower. "And that's the fuckin' point: we're dating. We're so dating it ain't even funny. And we didn't start dating 'till after we had sex. How bass-ackwards, inside out is that shit?! And don't even get me fucking started on what the fuck I am, 'cause I figured I could at least figure the fuck out that I was bisexual before I started picking china patterns with my sweetheart and shit..."

Trailing off, she sighed and groaned dramatically, reaching out blindly for a pillow to press into her face.

"I have issues. Just...kill me now." she grunted, her final words muffled as she finally located a pillow to bury her head beneath.

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Claire braced herself for the head smack she knew was coming but she still winced just a touch as she bent her forehead forwards a bit.

Then suddenly Hank was mumbling and griping, talking a mile a minute as Claire tried to focus on what the hell she was saying. Ignoring her show, she twisted around to look at Hank in confusion before the girl suddenly groaned and dove head first under a pillow which left Claire staring at her.

"Wait..." Claire tilted her head before lifting the small clipboard and bringing it down on Hank's ass hard enough to make her jump. "Did you just call me your girlfriend? Without officially asking me out?!"

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"ACK! Fucking bitch!!" Hank half-bellowed, half-giggled after the ass smack, flinging away the pillow and surging up to pin her to the bed in a brief, halfhearted struggle that ended with her half-stretched out over Claire, holding her wrists down without any real strength as Claire lay limp beneath her.

"We've been out." she pointed out. "We've had dinner at least three times since...y'know. And I sleep in your room almost every night and...yeah, girlfriend. Brand new, still in the wrapping, but still! Am I wrong?"

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Claire let out a somewhat startled laugh even though she had been expecting the tackle. She fell back, her clipboard falling to the side as she found herself pinned down to the bed with Hank half on top of her. She tilted her head to the side, smirking a little.

Then she lifted her brows almost like she were surprised. Had they been dating this entire time and they just hadn't realized it? Oh god. She found herself suddenly a bit nervous as the realization hit her. "I...guess not?"

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"Yeah, exactly." Hank huffed, glowering down at Claire even as she found herself toying with a stray curl laying across Claire's throat. It shouldn't have been so easy to touch her so casually, but there it was...her hair was soft between Hank's fingers, and Hank's lips were drawn to the expanse of skin that showed beneath the shallow v-neck collar of her t-shirt.

And just like that, her mouth went dry. Licking her lips, she swallowed hard and tried to breathe past the urge to bend and taste that soft plane she was still learning, still memorizing every time they ended up in bed together.

This was the easy part, it was everything else that was hard and needed to be worked through...yet somehow, she found herself forgetting it existed as she leaned over and kissed Claire with a soft huff of something between annoyance and arousal.

Goddamnit.

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Claire tried to look innocent even as Hank glowered at her but mainly because it shouldn't be her fault this was happening. It wasn't like she had planned for it to happen. Hank had been the first one to kiss her after all or at least that's the story she is sticking to.

She was about to say something but then Hank is touching her and even the idle caress of a curl against her neck is enough to distract her as goosebumps raced over her skin in reaction. She swallowed thickly as she tilted her head to the side, offering Hank easier access.

As she watched the other girl lean down to kiss her, her heart tripped and started to race even as she leaned up to kiss her back. She also couldn't help the soft giggle at the somewhat annoyed sound that came out of Hank but she quickly forget anything but arousal as she lifted her hands to curl her fingers in Hank's hair.

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Smiling against Claire's mouth, Hank crawled completely over her, straddling her waist as the hand at her neck slid into her hair, twining in the soft gold strands eagerly while her other hand trailed down the center of Claire's clothed body, between her breasts and down her belly to tease over the bare sliver of skin between the hem of her t-shirt and the waistband of her pants.

Breaking the kiss, Hank shifted to press her lips to Claire's neck, indulging her urge, finally, to taste the soft skin there with a throaty sigh. She never imagined that the same combination of perfume, soap, and female skin that she found in herself all the time could be so exciting, so sweet, but she couldn't get enough of it as she eagerly nipped and kissed a teasing path along Claire's collarbone.

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Claire had no complains whatsoever as Hank crawled over her, pinning her down by straddling her. She lifted her head a bit, leaning into the kiss more as the other girl tangled her fingers in her hair. When Hank's fingers teased over the sliver of skin beneath her shirt, the muscles quivered as Claire let out a soft noise at being touched.

She never would have guessed it either because it had never crossed her mind to feel like this with another girl. It felt like fire and electricity as hank nipped over her collarbone, leaving her to tremble as she moaned again, tugging at the other girl's hair.

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Hank had never thought much about being with a girl, but if she had she was pretty sure she'd never have imagined enjoying one who was loud. There was something about listening to Claire that made her breath come faster and her heart beat just a little bit faster. It felt like some strange form of voyeurism where she was both participant and watcher, doing the things to make her cry out and whimper yet surprised every time her touch brought a reaction.

Then there was the way Claire held on...fingers in her hair, just tight enough to hurt a little, adding a fine edge of pain to the pleasure of being close, touching, tasting. It made her body clench and still for just a moment before she very deliberately moved to lay her hands on Claire's shoulders and lean back, urging her to sit up before reaching for the hem of her shirt to start gently tugging it and off over her head.

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Claire was sure she couldn't stop the noises if she tried. Not that she had a lot of experience or anything but she was sure that being with a woman was different. There was a rush to it, a sense of it being forbidden and she couldn't deny that the idea it might be turned her on a little more. All she knew was that it worked either way because the heat was incredible as it gathered in the pit of her stomach, tingling along her veins as she only knew that she wanted more.

At the silent urging, she sat up and broke the kiss while lifting her arms to help Hank peel off her shirt which revealed a pale pink bra that did little to hide the hardening peaks beneath the lace. Reaching down, she tugged at Hank's shirt, peeling it away before dropping her head down to run her tongue lightly over the top curve of one of Hank's breasts.

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Hank lifted her arms to allow Claire to strip off her wifebeater, leaving her in a far more utilitarian black bra of her own. Just for a moment, she felt both a twinge of envy and admiration, wishing for Claire's better figure even as she ached to touch her.

When Claire's tongue touched her skin, a soft curse escaped her as she reached for her, hands fisting loosely in her hair to hold her closer as her head fell back, back arching into the touch of her mouth. Already she was shifting in Claire's lap, body instinctively searching for relief from the building heat between her legs.

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Claire would disagree of course but that was probably because she was learning to be rather fond of Hank's body these days. She flashed a small smile as she looked her girlfriend (!!!) over and just admired her for a moment before leaning down to roll her tongue against her skin.

Moving her hands down, she brushed her thumbs lightly over Hank's thighs as she brought her mouth down further over the material of the bra. Wetting the fabric with her tongue, she nibbled over the hardening nipple before adding a bit of suction just to hear Hank react.

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"Shhhhhhit!"

The soft, sharp gasp was Claire's reward as Hank's eyes shut, then fluttered as desire flared through her, a match to dry tinder that set her on fire that quickly. Shifting a little more, she straddled Claire's thigh and rocked even as she pulled her closer still. Her lips burned for another kiss, her body ached to be touched, to find the release that would untangle the knot forming low in her belly, but she was pretty sure she'd die if Claire stopped doing what she was doing right then with teeth and tongue.

So as Claire suckled at her breast, Hank let her hands slide to her shoulders to brush her bra straps aside, greedily devouring the soft, solid planes of her delicate shoulders with her hands as she arched even further into Claire's ministrations.

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Maybe it was the long time friendship that helped them to feel comfortable with each other. There were no real nerves or the feeling of needing to hold back with each other. So as Hank straddled her thigh, Claire lifted her leg and moved a bit to grind her leg up between the apex of the other girl's thighs as though to help her find a bit of relief all while she continued to suckle her breast.

Then Claire pulled back with a gasp and a greedy glint to her eyes as she brought her fingers up to slide along the straps before pulling them to the side. Yanking the bra down, she watched Hank's breasts spill free before grazing her fingers under the breast that had been ignored. Pushing the plump flesh up, she flashed Hank a smirk before wrapping her lips around the naked nipple with a low moan.

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Hank swallowed hard, watching helplessly as Claire stripped away her bra, leaving her bare before the other girl's gaze. She didn't have time to worry about how her too small breasts measured up to Claire's dangerous curves before Claire was touching her again, taking her bare breast into her mouth and sucking. Gasping, she wrapped her arms back around Claire for a moment, surging into her touch and holding her there before she finally let her hands fall to Claire's shoulders and pushed her back on the bed again.

Scooting down Claire's body just a little, Hank deftly finished removing her bra and tossing it aside, slipping a hand beneath Claire to unhook hers and do the same. With Claire finally laid bare before her, Hank bent and returned the attention she'd been shown, hands palming Claire's breasts for a moment before she bent to take one rosy peak into her mouth. Nipping at the skin and sucking at the hardened nipple of one as she caressed the other, she finally nibbled and kissed a path across Claire's chest to give the other the same attention as her position shifted so as she rocked against Claire, her own knee pressed into Claire's sex at the same time, pressing into her with every roll of Hank's hips.