Borrowed Time

Chapter Eighty One

Esme was nothing short of needy from the second the basketball game ended to the moment they entered their trailer so that Juliette could change into something more comfortable for the stupid party they had to go to... And Juliette didn't mind it one bit. She didn't mind being pressed against the door so that Esme could kiss her deeply, she didn't mind Esme's wandering hands, their little praises... Everything felt perfect.

But it was also very distracting.

"You know you could just as easily go to the party in your uniform, right? You look hot as hell." Esme murmured, kissing up the side of Juliette's neck as she trapped her against the dresser, her hand sliding around Juliette's midriff. She sighed and leaned her head back with a small smile, giving Esme more room to work with.

She knew why Esme wanted her to stay in her uniform, they seemed to really love seeing her in it... But she'd rather die than spend an entire night in it.

"You're right, but I hate going places in my uniform... and you only like my uniform because it turns you on." Juliette murmured, her breath catching when she felt Esme nip at the nape of her neck, causing a pleasant sting to the skin. Fuck, that always felt so nice...

"Can you blame me? Lots of people get turned on by cheerleading uniforms, I've never denied that I'm no better than a man." Esme mumbled, lifting her head so that they were making eye contact in the mirror as her fingers moved from the waistband of Juliette's skirt to the bottom of her top... Fuck. Shit, okay... She turned around, cupping Esme's cheeks before she kissed her deeply, relishing in the gasp that came out of her as she stumbled slightly, unable to catch herself in the empty space of the room.

When she pulled back, Juliette's breath caught at the open, hungry look on Esme's face as they glanced between her lips and her eyes, like they couldn't decide what part of her deserved the most attention.

"You're a thousand times better than a man... You don't touch me without asking, you actually care about my needs and you don't smell like a dirty gym sock covered in axe body spray." Juliette sighed, running her fingers down the side of Esme's face. God, she was so fucking handsome, wasn't she? Esme's breath caught as their eyes fluttered shut before they cleared their throat... So fucking cute.

"Not every man smells like that." It was a feeble sort of defense, but Juliette could appreciate the effort. She tried to grip Esme's waist harder, but the brace on her wrist from the bad punch the day before stopped her. Stupid fucking joints... She could still get her point across with how she was holding her right now.

"Point me to one who isn't Michael or Tate who doesn't smell like that." Juliette said, hoping that the breathiness in her tone did not overpower her words. Esme chuckled softly and rolled their eyes, pulling Juliette closer with a tender look.

"Well, you took away my two options, that's just mean." How was that mean? That was just good business, don't give your opponents anything to work off of, that way you're bound to win, right?

"It's not mean, it's a way of preserving my point of view. I'm smart." Juliette responded, and Esme grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips, and stopping just shy, making Juliette frown slightly as she tried to lean in, but Esme held her back. Asshole.

"I have never once denied that, and I never would." Esme closed the gap then, kissing her deeply, so deeply that she felt the dresser dig into her lower back, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She tangled her fingers in Esme's hair, tugging lightly as she sighed against their lips. Fucking hell. "You're one of the smartest people I've ever met." They said when they separated, and Juliette chuckled and shook her head... Now, that wasn't quite accurate, but she could appreciate the sweet words... Especially when they came from Esme's pinkened lips... She was so fucking pretty like this.