Borrowed Time

Chapter 191

Watching Esme sleep was possibly one of her creepiest habits in the entire world, but why would she give it up, right?  It was her god given right as Esme's partner to be a little bit creepy towards them occasionally so long as it was completely innocent, and this was, she just really liked how calm they looked when they were resting, how their cheeks were always slightly flushed, how their mouth would be slightly open, an arm thrown over their eyes as they let out heavy breaths, twitching occasionally, but completely at peace.

She tucked the hair out of their face as best she could with the obstacle of their arm, leaning down to kiss their temple with a smile, her hand resting on their stomach as she scooted a little closer, breathing in their smell... Warm, a little sleepy... But still them.  She liked that too, how they smelt when they were sleeping... That one was something that she could never say out loud because it sounded like she was a goddamn freak, but it was just nice to be around them in this way, to love them and touch them and smell them.

Mmm... Yeah, I'd put myself into a goddamn cage if I heard myself saying that on the street, maybe that's an inside thought for me, that sounds like a much better idea. 

She cleared her throat, knocking thoughts from her mind as she traced her fingers over the skin of their stomach, bare and firm, her fingers brushing over their happy trail and over their tattoos, pushing the blanket back enough that she could admire their slumbering frame, the contrast of their body hair against their winter-pale skin, the lines of their tattoo near their chest and over their hips, their muscles firm under their soft, warm skin.

They were biblically gorgeous, something that she was sure that she could never fully articulate even if she tried to... How was she supposed to explain to people that she was somehow dating the world's most gorgeous person?  There weren't enough words to properly get her point across.

She traced her fingers across the waistband of their pajama pants where they had fallen down against their pelvis, making her heart quicken... She wanted to pull them off to see the rest of them, but she didn't want to do anything without their consent of that nature... This was innocent, and while admiring all of them would be as well, she would never take their clothes off without their explicit consent.

"See something you like, pretty girl?" Esme's rough morning voice shot through her like lightening, making her squeeze her thighs together as she bit her lip... Okay, so now her thoughts were nowhere near innocent.

All she could think about was how sexy it was when they moaned her name with their low, gravelly morning voice, choking over the words as they arched their back, always gripping her head to keep her there as they ground against her tongue... If they'd let her do that, she wouldn't stop until they were fucking exhausted.  That was the only way to pleasure them - until she was physically unable to give them anything more.  They deserved that kind of devotion.

Juliette cleared her throat, looking up to see them giving her a lazy smile as a sunbeam came through the shades, landing across their chest in a way that made her breath quicken...

God, she needed them.

Slow down, approach this more calmly, don't just fall on your knees begging for them right now, you've gotta work up to that.

Juliette cleared her throat, brushing her own hair out of her face as she sat up, leaning towards them as they pushed themself up on their elbows, their eyes scanning over her face with a grin, mischief twinkling behind them.

They knew exactly what she was thinking right now, and that was making her want to fall into the ground... It was a little bit embarrassing that Esme could read her like a book right now, she was sure that her arousal was practically written across her forehead.