Borrowed Time

Chapter Forty Eight

There was something so incredibly freeing about being able to get ready for Halloween without the deep fear that Samantha would burst into the room and call her a slut... Juliette partially felt free of that because she was gone forever and partially because she was getting ready at Esme's... When she'd gotten the text about Emma's halloween thing she couldn't not go,

"Shit..." There was no way she could get these strings tied on her own... Esme was almost ready, she had to be. "Hey baby? Can you come in here and help me?" Juliette called, looking in the mirror... Honestly? For figuring out the costume at the last minute and wearing Shelby's corset that she'd gotten at the Renaissance Faire last year, it didn't look too bad... she just couldn't tie it while keeping it this tight. The door creaked open behind her and she turned to see Esme looking down as she tightened her tie. She smiled, taking her in... The devil horns had been her idea, and they'd bought the suit pieces at a thrift store earlier in the day. She'd used the headband of the horns to hold her hair back in a way that was just so pretty... Angel and devil... A little overplayed? Maybe, but it worked.

"Yeah, I was just finishing my..." Esme glanced up and widened her eyes, slowly scanning over Juliette's body in a way that made her feel almost exposed as she stood there, unable to move. After a moment, she cleared her throat and blinked, leaning a hand against the doorframe. "Makeup." She murmured, not looking up from Juliette's chest... Bold move... Normally she tried to avoid looking there altogether, like she was afraid that lingering too long would end up freaking Juliette out, and she had good reason to worry about that... But it was actually kind of flattering, sometimes she got worried that while Esme might find her pretty that she wasn't attracted to her past... This proved that theory false.

"What's up?" Esme blinked, her eyes meeting Juliette's as she walked easily across the room, pausing a bit away from her with this look in her eyes... Lust. Pure, unadulterated lust... It made Juliette's skin feel hot as her heart pounded in her chest.

God, did it always beat that fast... Probably not. It was probably just when Esme was looking at her like that... Esme should look at her like that a whole lot more often... Or not, because her resolve would start to crumble more than it already had.

"You look so fucking sexy, oh my god... I... Hi." She murmured, and Juliette smiled at her, feeling her knees get weak for a moment under her gaze... It was no surprise that a lot of the band's fans seemed to fall at her feet, she could seduce anyone with a look like that.

Hell, Juliette was starting to become very open to that idea... But they didn't have time for that, not right now.

"Hi... Tie me up?" Her eyes widened at the way she'd said that. That could be taken in a multitude of ways... And judging by the expression on Esme's face, she'd taken it in every single way a person could. "Uh... Like, tie the back of this." Juliette said quickly, turning away from her as she felt Esme's hands smooth across her hips and up her back, fiddling with the strings... But she never tied them.

"I know, baby." "Fuck, look at you..." Esme murmured, kissing softly across her shoulder, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull them flush together as she did. Juliette sighed as she felt her face get hot, leaning back into her touch. She arched her neck to the side and brought a hand up to rest on the side of Esme's face... God, how was she supposed to want to leave when Esme was doing this? She was not strong enough to resist it.

"Mmm... Babe-." She felt Esme's hand on her cheek, pushing her face slightly so she was looking over at her. A warm, firm kiss came a moment later, along with Esme turning her so they were facing each other so she could walk her back against a wall, her arm tight around Juliette's waist. She sighed against her lips and brought her hands up to tangle in Esme's hair, enjoying the warmth that spread through her body... God, did Esme ever have a hold on her...