Borrowed Time

Chapter 130

Getting ready for a date was not for the faint of heart... not because Juliette was nervous, no, on the contrary... She was just going to end up breaking her goddamn skull open trying to zip up her stupid fucking dress... Plus it was making her sweat an obscene amount for very little exercise which was nothing short of the most embarrassing thing in the entire world... She'd had to banish Esme to the bathroom so that they could do their makeup without getting handsy... But now she was regretting it.

She needed their hands... Not just inside her, but she also needed them to help with the goddamn zipper... What was the point of a sexy dress if she couldn't zip the damn thing, right?

"Esme? Can you come in here for a minute, please?" Juliette called over her shoulder, grimacing as she tried to reach back to the zipper anyways - she knew it wasn't going to work, but she figured that it was always worth a shot, right?

Wrong. She just looked like a fool wiggling around and trying to pull it up as she walked around the room as if she could chase the fucking zipper down or something... Real smart, Smith. Real fucking smart, it's a wonder that you're not on the honor roll.

She heard steps coming from the bathroom and let out a sigh of relief. Oh thank god.

"Of course." She glanced over to the door and her breath caught in her throat when she saw Esme - they'd styled their hair a bit, almost like a 90s sort of vibe and she wasn't sure when the fuck they'd picked up dress clothes because she'd never seen them in their closet... But she would never say no to Esme in a black button down with a floral tie and pleated dress pants... They looked like a fucking god... She swallowed heavily as she watched them still cuffing their sleeves, her knees going weak at the sight of the muscles and tendons moving... Fucking hell... "Hey, what do you... Uh... Fuck..." Esme murmured as they looked up, blinking as their eyes traced over her body, making her feel like they were staring through her skin as they leaned against the doorframe, a smile twitching across their lips.

She cleared her throat, swallowing on a dry throat as she rocked back on her heels, making sure to push her chest up a bit, chuckling as she thought back to their first date, when Shelby told her to pick a dress that 'perked 'em up'... She'd done just that... and it was working.

"What's up?" She asked, and Esme let out a breathy sort of chuckle as they pushed themself up, walking towards her with an almost-hungry expression, one that made her cunt throb as she swallowed back a moan... They looked hot as fuck, the scar on their temple somehow only making them hotter... She never knew that suspenders could actually look good on someone but... Yeah. Esme pulled it off... She was pretty sure she had seen those before on Tegan, and she was currently thanking god that all of them seemed to share closets.

God, you're so hot... Fuckmefuckmefuckme...

"That dress... That dress is what's up." They slid their hands around her waist, pressing her back against the dresser as they looked down at her through hooded eyes, making her heart race in her chest as their fingers tightened on her. Shit, please... "When the fuck did you get that?" They murmured, leaning down to press kisses to the nape of her neck, making her sigh as she dug her nails into the wood of the dresser behind her, arching her neck to the side to give them more room to work with.

They could get a little distracted, right? That was all part of the fun... Getting distracted with Esme almost always had results that made her happy.

"Do you like it?" She asked, her voice coming out breathier than she thought it would as she lifted a hand up to tangle in the back of their hair, biting back a moan when she felt their teeth scrape against the skin of her neck. Please... Fucking hell, please...