Oh hello, nobody probably even remembers about this but here is the maybe (probably not) long awaited part 3! However, I didn’t write this myself! I wanted a nsfw chapter but I couldn’t bring myself to do it so I enlisted the help of the wonderfully amazing smellbigismyhero to help and she’s done an amazing job! If you haven’t already (what are you doing) go and check out her fics!!:) Thank you so so much Sam, I love you!!💖
Grester, nsfw, 1792 words
Grace is in a panic. What was she thinking inviting him over? Their whirlwind of a 4 year old has managed to make her house look like it was overrun by thousands of dirty zoo animals and Grace had no energy to clean. Just as she summons the energy to clean before her…(date? hang out? catch up? Interrogation?) co-parenting catch up meeting, her phone rings. The caller ID reads Baby Daddy.
“Hey Grace, I was just thinking… maybe we can go out to eat instead? I feel like I barely get out of the house between work and my weekends with Belle.” Chester says, once they’ve exchanged awkward pleasantries. Grace lets out a sigh of agreement, and they make plans to meet at La Mexicana for 6pm. Grace’s hands are shaking as she hangs up and rushes to find an appropriate outfit for the evening. What does one wear to have dinner with your ex who fathered your baby and could potentially have found a woman to replace you? She’s not sure, but she has 4 hours to figure it out.
Chester is so nervous trying to find the perfect outfit that he ends up at the restaurant 10 minutes late. He laughs to himself when he realizes that Grace hasn’t even made it yet. Leave it to Grace to be late. The waitress leads him to their table to wait. He can’t seem to figure out what to do with his shaking hands while he waits. He decides that getting lost in the menu will be a perfect distraction. Eventually, Chester looks up from his menu when he hears a little cough. He looks up at the sight that greats him almost literally takes his breath away. Grace is standing before him in a beautiful black dress that would be subtly sexy if it wasn’t for those gorgeous long legs of hers. All he can think about is having those long legs wrapped around his waist as she’s moaning against him. Crap! He’s staring at her with an open mouth and still hasn’t said a word.
“Umm sorry Grace, you umm… startled me. Here, let me get your chair from you.” Chester ignores the problem starting to arise in his pants, and composes himself before heading to the other side of the table, pulling out her seat and pushing it back in once Grace is seated. He would have successfully completed his task if it wasn’t for the way Grace’s arm brushes him. He forces himself to think of anything non-sexual- kind old grandmas, people dying- but it’s pretty much impossible with his gorgeous ex sitting in front of him. This is probably going to be a long night.
Grace can feel Chester’s eyes burning into her body. As soon as she accidentally brushes against him, her body lights up with a passion that only Chester has been able to ignite. Grace literally has to shake her head at the image of his impressive arms stroking down her body. Somehow, despite the obvious sexual tension setting the room ablaze, they both manage to pretend to be oblivious and have polite, adult conversations about work and their vivacious child. It’s been awhile since Chester has laughed so much. He’s always been drawn to Grace’s full blown giggles.
“Chester, I swear to God our child is secretly working for the government as a spy. Did you know last week I caught her lurking in Mrs. Dabney’s rose bushes? She said she was trying to determine whether our neighbours were secretly aliens.” In the midst of her giggles, Grace decides to man up and say something to Chester. “I’m even worried that she’s spying on us. She won’t stop telling me and Mamrie all about your new friend.”
Chester does his best to stop the blush from creeping up his cheeks. So what if he’s dating other women? It’s not like she’s not dating anyone. It’s been three years… Despite his slightly angry thoughts, he maintains his composure. “Damn us for creating such a precocious little one. She must be talking about my colleague Becca. She happened to stop by the house to drop off a contract, so I invited her to join us for the day. Our little future CIA operative is growing up so fast.” Chester laughs it off, and Grace can tell by the slight steel in his eye to drop the matter futher.
The rest of dinner goes by smoothly and without a hiccup. Grace almost forgot how much she enjoyed spending an evening with Chester. Since she doesn’t want the night to end, she invites Chester over to her messy home for a beer. Despite the state of the house when they arrive, Grace is pleasantly surprised that Chester doesn’t even acknowledge the chaos. Raising a child has certainly changed the man. She fights the embarrassment that shakes through her body when Chester gracefully steps over a pair of her lacy underwear, hoping he doesn’t notice. To Chester’s credit, he fights off the erection growing in his pants at the sight of them. One beer turns into two, and before long the two of them are in a state of drunken giggles over how Belle used to say ‘shit’ instead of ‘sit’ until she was almost 3.
“Can you believe we made a child Chester?” Grace turns to Chester, all serious and biting her lip.
“I’m pretty sure I remember the details of the child making quite vividly Grace. Who would have thought that having I miss you sex in the back of your car in between shooting a movie would result in such a great kid. The sex was pretty great too, I might add.” Chester somberly moves on the couch closer to Grace.
“So are you and Becky thinking of getting married and having a child? I know you’ve always wanted a big family.” Grace spits out bitterly, pushing Chester away from her.
This time Chester does not hold back. He pushes himself off the couch while angrily ranting, “Grace Anne Helbig you are fucking impossible! You went on a date with another man! You’re moving on! Meanwhile I’m desperately trying to find someone to make me forget about how it hurts to breathe without you; to push the image of your long legs and big brown eyes out of my head; to distract myself from wanting to kiss you senseless and to make you forget about Chris or John or Mike or whatever his fucking name is because you’re mine and nobody else deserves to have you.”
Grace slowly gets up from the couch to stand in front of him. Before he can even blink, he feels the sharp slap from her hand. “Ches are you fucking kidding me with this shit? I’m yours? I’m not a possession, I am my own person. A person, I might add, who can’t decide whether to throttle you, or have my way with you in the kitchen because despite all my efforts to move on, I just want you.” Grace reaches out to stroke the cheek that she just slapped, hit with all the emotions that she has bottled up for 3 whole years- anger, disappoint, love, lust… the mind numbing pain of missing him after all these years.
“You….” Chester kisses the hand the slapped him, “are…” followed by a kiss on the cheek, “mine…” finished with a hard kiss to her mouth. He lets out a little growl as Grace jumps on him, kissing him back like she’s been trapped in a desert for three years and his lips are the ocean freeing her from it. She wraps herself around him, forcing him to back into the kitchen and into the hard countertop. Chester turns them around and clears off the counter with a quick sweep of one hand, all the while carefully trying to hold on to Grace with his other hand. He paused to look into her eyes for silent confirmation before placing her onto the marble surface. If the enthusiastic nod she gave wasn’t enough confirmation, the little moan she gives as he attaches his lips to her neck should be. The way her ridiculously long legs wrap around him tight speak to the way she’s desperately missed him are also a good sign.
She can hardly breathe when he pushes the sleeve of her dress down to bite down gently on her shoulder and smother it with kisses. She definitely can’t breathe when he expertly unzips her dress, lifting her off the counter slightly so that he can take her dress off. He can hardly breathe too as he realizes that she didn’t wear anything underneath. He pauses to groan before capturing her nipple in his mouth, anxious to have a taste of what he’s missed so much. It’s too much for the both of them. Grace doesn’t think she can function without Chester inside of her.
Luckily, Chester is too distracted by wanting to have sex with her that he tears his mouth away from her breast and pauses to slow down his rapidly beating heart. When he finally drags his face to meet hers, all it takes is her breathy ‘please Ches’ for him to take off his bottoms and settle in between her legs. He caresses her face one more time before moving his hand to support her back as he slowly thrusts into her. The desperate look in her eyes has him picking up the pace, his eyes never leaving hers. Before long they’re moaning together in unison, a mix of their combined sweat and tears coating them. Just as Grace gets close, Chester pulls out leaving a very frustrated Grace to stare at him angrily. “Say it Grace! I’m not going to let you finish until you say it.” Chester is desperate to hear it from her lips. In the moment he realizes that nobody will ever make him feel the way Grace does. Becca doesn’t even have a chance but he needs to hear her say it.
“Ches, I love you. I am yours. Only yours. And you, my love, are mine.” Grace whispers, cupping Chester’s face. That’s enough to have Chester slip back into her, desperate to make her feel how much he loves her; how much he’d do for her. They finish together, both exhausted and tired of fighting how much they love each other. Tomorrow they can discuss the details- how soon he’ll move back in, what they’ll tell Belle. But for now, he will carry Grace to the bed that they once shared together for a night of worshipping every inch of her that he has missed. For the first time since they broke up, Chester has tomorrow to look forward to.