Borrowed Time

Chapter Thirty Eight

Seeing Esme in her homecoming dress completely dressed up for the dance was almost enough to have Juliette put up with anything... She was hot, her dress as a little bit low cut but not too revealing, her eye makeup was played up... There was just something so innately sexy about her, it had Juliette's full attention... She was also, however, torturing her. Cruel and unusual punishment if Juliette had ever been through it.

"Princess." Esme said, pulling her from her thoughts. This was torture, trusting someone enough to wave a fucking stick near her eyes simply because Esme had asked nicely if she could help her because her hands were shaking from nerves was torture... How did anyone sit still for this when so many things could go wrong? She could go blind.

"What?" Esme gave her a look before flashing a smile, leaning in a little closer... So pretty... Not the point, but a solid observation.  It almost made this whole process worth it.  Almost.  And yes, she could do it herself but then she'd have to look away from Esme and that just... wasn't in her cards right now.  She looked too pretty to not be constantly admired like a piece of art... A piece of art that was trying to kill her, maybe.  But art nonetheless.

"Would you kindly stop moving?" Esme asked, and Juliette gave her a look. She was being stabbed in the eye, how was she supposed to not move away from her right now? There was a deep amount of trust being put into the situation and while she consciously trusted Esme she unconsciously trusted no one near her eyes.

"I'm not moving." Esme raised an eyebrow and chuckled... Fair. It was obvious that she was, but she still didn't feel like admitting it.

"Yes baby. You are." Not that much, Esme just had to move with her, and then none of this would be a problem.

"No-." a hand gripped her chin and Esme pulled her closer, forcing her to hold her head still with a single hand. Shit, she was strong... her hands were so strong, so powerful... So capable...

"Stay still." Esme instructed, raising an eyebrow at her. Juliette's eyes widened as she sat completely still... Something about her tone had sent a shiver down her spine and she wanted to listen. Esme held her chin carefully, waiting for Juliette's response. Shit, was she supposed to speak? How did Esme expect that to happen?

"I am still. Stoic even." Juliette said, staring at Esme's face as she did her eyeliner... God, she was so close... She could just lean in and kiss her, but Esme would surely kill her if she did right now. After a moment she pulled back and released her chin, looking pleased.

"See? Was that so hard-." Juliette tugged her back down, kissing her deeply. There was something about her in that dress...

"Hey, have you guys seen my mascara?" They broke apart, and Shelby let out a groan and shook her head, giving them both a withering look. "Oh, not on my bed! I sleep there." She sighed, walking over to her vanity. Esme chuckled and straightened back up, pressing one last kiss to Juliette's lips.

"Chill, I was doing her eyeliner and she kept moving so I had to hold her still... I'm sorry about the kiss." Esme said, and Shelby waved her off, going in front of the mirror so she could dig in her vanity drawer. A second later, she emerged victorious, the mascara in hand. Well, good for her.

"I was just fucking with you, she does that. She's always hated things near her eyes, they made her skin feel weird." Shelby explained, widening her eyes as she applied the mascara quickly... Juliette envied that, it always took her a minute... She also envied Shelby's dress, the way it looked on her... it was the perfect shade of red... She looked like a fucking supermodel.