Hannah leaves the closet

Hannah was in complete shock. The strong, powerful Emilia Clarke crying on her bed. All because of that asshole! Every fiber of her being had wanted to charge out of the closet, rip the phone out of his hand, and throw him out.

But she hadn't.

Hannah had never been a brave girl. She had always shied away from social interaction, from the popular girls, from the spotlight, from the boys. It really was ironic that she became an actor. While her profession had surely boosted her confidence, she was still the tiny, timid girl at heart.

So when the man was clearly hurting Emile, she did nothing. All she did was watch. All she did was hide.

As guilt-ridden as she was, however, she knew she had to something. She could not hide in her closet forever, and even if she could Emilia needed help. Cautiously, she pushed on the closet door. The door squeaked and groaned as it swung open, horrifyingly loud to Hannah's ears. However, Emilia did not seem to notice, still quietly sobbing in the fetal position. Slowly, Hannah approached her co-star, not wanting to startle her.

"Emilia, are you okay?" Hannah asked softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. The question didn't seem to register, the poor actress barely noticing Hannah's presence. "Do you want me to call someone?" Ever so carefully, Hannah slowly extended her hands and rested it on Emilia's shoulder.

Emilia flinched, recoiling from whatever had touched her. Had he come back? She thought, her sadness turning to dread. Did he want more? What more could she give? Looking up, her eyes wide with fear, she was met not with the cruel face of her abuser, not the familiar yet horrible face of the man she had loved, but something different. A woman's face. A beautiful face.

"What arrre you doing innnn my room?" Emilia slurred, trying to wipe away her tears. The girl responded, but it all just sounded like noise in her drunken, hurt state. God, she could feel his... his... his cum inside her. It was too much. She grabbed the woman, hugging her as close as she could as more tears came. Emilia was ashamed, embarrassed. She was exposed, her skirt gone, her shirt over her breasts. She was embracing a complete stranger. She expected her to be repulsed, to push her away.

But she didn't.

The woman hugged her back, resting Emilia's head on her chest. She was saying something, over and over, and though Emilia didn't know what it was it soothed her, comforted her. Her sobs got quieter and quieter until she was just taking deep breaths in this woman's arms, gently rocking back and forth.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay," her voice cooed, her words becoming clearer and clearer. Looking up, Emilia saw someone who genuinely cared for her.

Her mind on autopilot, she leaned forward and kissed her.

Hannah's eyes widened when Emilia's lips touched hers. She had just been trying to comfort her, she hadn't... She thought about pushing her away, telling her she wasn't like that. Doing so would surely hurt Emilia, though, and Hannah didn't know if she could handle more rejection right now. Not knowing whether she was helping Emila or taking advantage of her, she kissed back. She felt Emilia melt in her arms as the embrace became more and more sexual. The two women closed their eyes, enjoying each other's company. Emilia's bare breasts pressed against Hannah's chest, her body **** for closeness and security. Hannah ran her hands over her co-star's back, all her energy put into the kiss. She's never kissed a girl before and had hardly expected to tonight.

Hannah felt a warmness growing in her chest, a hear radiating to all parts of her body. The kiss grew from a simple gesture of comfort. Both women became more passionate, more urgent. Hannah ran her hands up and down Emilia's back, caressing her smooth skin. Going by instinct, Hannah slipped a tongue into Emilia's mouth, who accepted it greedily. Hannah could taste the **** in her mouth as she explored it, losing herself in the intimacy.

And then it was over. Hannah opened her eyes as she felt Emilia's body collapse, her lips sliding away. She fell asleep, Hannah realized, now stuck under the **** actress. The lust of a few seconds ago quickly evaporated, and Hannah was once again just a concerned friend, if she could even call herself a friend. Should she go get help? Call the police? Had she taken advantage of her? Did she need a doctor?

Hannah decided Emilia didn't need to be disturbed. They could go to the hospital in the morning if they needed too. Besides, she didn't want to further embarrass Emilia in her undressed and drunken state. Shifting a bit to get comfortable, but not enough to disturb Emilia, Hannah, with some difficulty, slipped into a dreamless sleep.