Borrowed Time

Chapter 163

There was no getting through a movie with Esme, that was the simple truth of it - they seemed to make it their most honest mission to ensure that she would lose focus and instead pay attention to them, to their wandering lips and wandering hands, to their whispered words against her skin... and it never failed either.

Juliette was always sufficiently and embarrassingly distracted by Esme, and they knew it, they took great pride in reducing her to a mumbling, whining mess and she knew it...  Did she mind it?  Of course not, she craved that kind of closeness with Esme every second of every day, but she didn't know how she was actually supposed to catch the plot of any of Esme's favorite movies if their hands were going to be up her shirt within in the first ten minutes.

She felt Esme's lips on the nape of her neck and their hands drift under the hem of her sweatshirt as she bit back a groan, arching into them just a bit, her hips and ass pressing back against their pelvis as she brought a hand up to cup the side of their face.

"It's like you're trying to break my concentration."  She said, her voice cracking over the word 'trying' in a way that was embarrassingly telling of the fact that she wanted Esme's touch, that she didn't mind losing her place in the movie if it meant that she got to have them like this.

Honestly, only a fool would turn that down to begin with and while she could be stupid sometimes, she was not a fool in that regard... She thanked God every day that she got to feel the comfort and pleasure of Esme's wandering hands, today was no different.  She felt Esme chuckle against her pulse point, their teeth scraping over it in a way that made her shiver as she let her eyes close, trying to steady her breathing.

Don't embarrass yourself.

"It's your own fault... Maybe if you didn't look so fucking perfect all the time, I wouldn't get distracted, and I'd let you pay full attention to the movie."  Their hands snaked under her sweater, stroking at the loose skin of her lower stomach in a way that made her squirm... That move used to make her self conscious, but now it just made her want them... She knew they'd never do it in a way that was meant as anything other than deeply adoring, so she let them touch her without fear, pushing her insecurities from her mind.

Besides, if they didn't find all of her sexy, she was pretty sure that they wouldn't still be with her, let alone actively trying to work her up.

"I don't... Look perfect all the time-." Esme's bite against the side of her neck cut her off, making her gasp as she tried to hold back a moan, feeling them suck the skin between their teeth, a blunt pain and pleasant sting following the movement as she felt them let out a sigh against her, almost one of relief.

Do you really want me that bad already?  Damn...

"Yes you fucking do." They kissed up the side of her neck, biting lightly at her earlobe as their hand wandered further up her shirt, cupping her breast with a moan, fingers tugging lightly at her nipple in a way that made her whimper.  "Fuck, I swear to god you were wearing a bra earlier..." They mumbled, sounding like they almost didn't mean to say it out loud as they pinched tighter, making her gasp as she pressed more into the touch.  More.  Give me more, touch me more... I'm yours.

"Took it off... Uncomfortable." She mumbled, bringing her hand under her sweater to cover Esme's, holding their hand against her skin... She liked their touch, innocent or not, it made her feel safe.  Even as she was holding them there, she felt them hesitate.

What's going on, prettyboy?

"This?" They asked, and Juliette blinked, sitting up and shifting around so that she was facing them instead of having her back to them, shaking her head as she cupped their face, noting that their eyes were full of concern as their eyes travelled over her face, their hands settling on her waist, seeming be asking if that was what she wanted.