Borrowed Time

Chapter Thirteen

Esme Panchek before she knew that Juliette liked her had already been trouble enough; she was pretty, funny, sweet... she took care of her. But now that she knew about it and they'd agreed to start kind of seeing each other? God, it was like she unleashed. Juliette hadn't expected to get yanked into the back of Esme's van when she went up to look for her windbreaker, and if she hadn't known it was Esme's, she would've thought it was a kidnapping and screamed. Luckily, it was just her, and fifteen minutes later the windbreaker was the farthest thing from her mind... as was her cheerleading squad waiting on the field for the football game to start. Her only thoughts were Esme... Which was way more fun anyway.

Juliette's phone buzzed once. And then twice. And then three times, and that was when she finally sat up to look at it, and Esme shifted up with her. She pushed her hair out of her face, feeling Esme kiss against her shoulders, her collarbone, her fingers sliding around to link lazily around her back as Juliette rolled her eyes at Ingrid's texts asking where she was. She was perfectly capable of running a warm up without her, Juliette had done it a million times, it was only fair that it was her turn... but the next message wasn't nearly as concerned, and Juliette could sense the very real danger behind it... not listening to Ingrid eventually had consequences, she knew that.

"I've gotta get down there or Ingrid's gonna fucking crucify me..." Esme chuckled against her throat, kissing softly up the side of it. Juliette's smile settled across her face as stroked through her hair, letting her eyes flutter shut. "Mmm..." She murmured, letting Esme draw her back down into a long, lazy kiss that ended with her kissing a line across her jaw.

"Come on, princess, you can spare five more minutes." Esme kissed the spot just below her ear, making her shiver as she chewed on her lip. "For me." She whispered, and Juliette thought about it for a minute... objectively, she could wait another few minutes without suffering too much at the hands of her co-captain.

"... Five more. Then I really have to go, okay?" Juliette asked, and Esme grinned, looking at her with shining eyes as she crossed across her heart, trying her best to look solemn... not something easily achievable with smudged lipstick and flushed cheeks, but she still did her best.

"Scouts honor." Juliette snorted, shaking her head. She'd been in the only girl scout troop in their town for ten years, she knew for a fact that Esme's honor, though it might be there, was not scout related.

"Were you ever even a girl scout?" Juliette asked, and Esme grinned at her as she shook her head, drawing her down closer by resting a hand on the small of her back, stroking her thumb over the bare skin there. It made Juliette shiver and press into the touch... There was just something so electric about the soft ways that Esme would touch her... it was grounding, but it almost felt like she was floating in the air.

"Nope." Cute. She kissed Esme again, resting her hands on either side of her head as she did, pressing their bodies flush together... God, she couldn't get close enough to her. "Have I mentioned lately how much I love this uniform on you?" Esme asked, running her hands up and down Juliette's sides, her fingers just brushing the skin of her thighs below the skirt, making her jump. She gave her a smile, trying to act like the touch was barely affecting her at all... it was embarrassing, liking the feeling of someone's hands so much that they make you feel like you're falling apart and coming together all at once.

"Why wouldn't you? You're a gay teenager, I feel like any gay teenager would appreciate this." Esme shook her head, giving her a soft look as placed her hand on her cheek with a smile. Oh.

"No, it's literally just you in it. No one else has ever made me feel this way by just wearing something." Esme explained, and Juliette felt her heart race at that and she lunged down to kiss her deeply again, choosing to lace her hands with Esme's, pushing them down on either side of her head, effectively trapping her there until she released her in favor of resting one hand on the side of Esme's face... she liked the feeling of her bone structure, how it seemed to fit perfectly in her hands... It was thrilling. She did note the sharp inhale Esme let out when she'd pinned her though. Something she should do again. She'd decided she should probably keep a mental list if this was something that was going to continue.