Talk To God
by Jules
Grace couldn't stand it any longer. She crushed her mouth upon Joan's.
"Don't!" Joan told her as they parted.
Grace recoiled, turning away to face the fact that she had just lost herself the best friend she'd ever had.
"-Don't stop."
Grace looked into her eyes. Joan meant it.
Her lips returned to Joan's but they dare not linger there, for fear that Joan might change her mind. That this might be the only moments they could share together here. Like this. She moved her mouth to Joan's neck, feeling her pulse quickening under her kisses.
She slid her tongue slowly up to Joan's ear. Joan bit her lip in order to keep from calling God, lest he hear and accept the invitation to appear. Instead she let out a muffled moan. She lifted up her shirt and Grace moved on to her breasts, teasing Joan's nipples with her tongue. It was almost a shame Joan didn't have one of her trademark scarves on hand. But there was plenty of time for bondage later. Right now Grace wanted to make good, old-fashioned lesbian love.
She worked her way down the smooth pale stomach, Joan's back arching slightly in response. She unbuttoned Joan's jeans and eased the zipped down. Joan lifted her hips to help Grace remove them.
Grace slid off the underwear she had memorized from that stupid e-mail prank and knelt at the foot of the bed, lifting Joan's legs over her shoulders. Joan gasped as Grace's tongue flicked across her clit.
That was all the encouragement Grace needed. She drove forward licking and teasing, writing her name on Joan's most sensitive part, both names her birth name and chosen
alteration, naming Joan once and for all as hers. For now and evermore. She felt tug on her dirty blond tresses, urging her onward.
Grace slid a finger inside Joan, then another, pumping them forcefully as she sucked and licked. Joan began rocking with her, until -- finally overcome with ecstasy -- she came forcefully. Juicy sweetness. Grace lapped up every last drop.
She lingered there a moment before returning to lie next to her love. Joan kissed her.
"You're so beautiful," Joan told her.
And she meant it. Grace didn't know how to respond to a compliment she'd never recieved before. Luckily for her, she didn't have to. Joan climbed on top of her, kissingher, tasting the lips that had tasted her.
She ran a hand down Grace and back up again. Grace sat up, peeling off her trademark leather jacket. With Joan's assistance Grace removed the rest of her clothing and the wall she kept up to keep Joan out.
Joan fingered the belly button ring Grace wore. The one that set off the metal
detector. This time it set off Grace. Joan's fingers traveled down to Grace's already drenched center. It was Grace's turn to moan. She briefly hoped that Luke wouldn't walk in on them, but as Joan's fingers quickened their pace she ceased to care. Let the whole Girardi family walk in if they had to. She was in heaven and nothing could change that as long as she had Joan beside her.
Joan whispered in her ear, "I love you Grace." It pushed her over the edge. She had the best damn orgasm of her life.
Later, as they lay together, Joan whispered in breathy tones, "Grace, I have to tell you something."
"Anything," Grace answered.
Joan looked into her eyes. "I talk to God."
Grace snuggled up next to her. "Yeah, that's what I'd call it too."
Rating: NC-17
Category: Slash
Pairing: G/J
Summary: Grace finally makes her move on Joan
Disclaimer: Don't sue. These don't belong to me, I'm just borrowing them.