hannah/kim + unaccustomed (okay i'll stop now)
“This is wrong,” Hannah says, but she doesn’t back away from Kim’s advances. She catches herself staring at Kim’s lips and tears her eyes away. Her cheeks burn hotly, and it’s not because of the summer sun.
“You’re just not used to it,” Kim says, grinning with closed eyes and leaning in for a kiss.
Hannah feels all of her objections melt away underneath Kim’s lips. After all, how can something that feels so good and so natural be wrong? She loves this woman, and this woman loves her back. In all of the years she’s been married, she’s never felt as excited as she is now. Even when Michael makes love to her, Hannah does feel the same passion he seems to feel toward her. But with Kim, all of the passion that is missing from Hannah’s marriage burns in her heart. So this is where it has been, not inaccessible to her, merely in the heart of another.
Their teeth clack together as the kiss deepens. Kim’s fumbling hands run through Hannah’s hair, making a mess of it, and Hannah desperately gropes at the clothes on Kim’s back. A thrill of what Hannah realizes must be arousal shivers down her spine. She gasps into Kim’s mouth, eyes closed tightly.
“Hannah,” Kim says quietly.
Kim’s arms wrap around Hannah’s neck. Hannah lowers her head onto Kim’s upper arm. The emotions warring in Hannah nearly paralyze her. She knows she cannot conceal her desires anymore, but she also cannot divorce from her husband.
“What are we going to do?” Hannah asks, knowing Kim doesn’t have an answer.
“I don’t know,” Kim says. Her fingers toy with the hair on the nape of Hannah’s neck. “I don’t know.”
