Borrowed Time

Chapter 199

Before Esme, Juliette used to be morbidly curious about the idea of kissing someone, but she never really wanted to do it, she never thought about it consciously in a way that made her crave it. But now that she was with Esme, now that they had been with them for long enough to know every pleasure that they had to offer, it was sometimes all that she could think about.

The feeling of their lips

The heat of their mouth.

The feeling of their giggle against her mouth as she pressed closer to them, her hands resting on their lower stomach as they rested against the side of the van. Part of her worried that she was crushing them under her, too heavy for them to hold up... But then she thought about all the times that they'd told her that they liked it, that she was far from the heaviest person they'd been with and that her sitting on their lap wouldn't kill them.

Plus, if the way that their hand had inched off the small of her back to rest on the swell of her ass for a moment was anything to go off of, they did not mind the access to her body that this provided for them... And she would gladly let them have as much as they wanted.

To an extent.

She wasn't going to fuck right now; she was staying true to their break... But making out wasn't sex, and it could still get the same endorphins out of both of them and she was going to need them if she was going to make it through math class without putting her head through a wall, she'd even skipped psychology to prepare for it.

Though when she thought about it, this sort of felt like psychology too... She was psychologically preparing herself for the world's most boring class, and that was just as important as that class.

Esme pulled back then, and Juliette furrowed her brows... Had she gotten too lost in thought? Sometimes that happened, Esme had to reel her back in, not that she was reeled out per se, but it just helped her stay on task... God, not that they were a task either, it was just-.

"What? What's up?" Esme asked, breathless as they looked up at her with warm, shining eyes, tucking the hair out of her face. She let out a sigh, her breath hitching as she kissed Esme's palm, holding it to her lips for a moment before she let it drop back down and leaned over them once again, placing her finger under their chin so that she could tip their face up.

Honestly, she didn't really have an answer for that, she just liked watching them, she liked seeing them and taking in every inch of their face, their frame, and their features. It made her feel that much luckier that she'd fallen for them despite all the things that had been at play that should have made that impossible, or at least improbable.

They were the gift she didn't deserve, but happily cherished.

"Nothing, I just really love you." She murmured, slipping her hand over their cheek as they let out a content sigh, pressing up into her more, their fingers digging into her lower back, just under the hem of her shirt onto her skin. Their touch felt white hot, more desperate than usual, probably due to them taking their physical break, and Juliette couldn't help but love it.

She loved feeling how desperate they could be for her, how much they wanted to touch her everywhere but also how content they were with the little patch of skin that they had. It wasn't like they were expecting more, they were savoring what they had and probably dreamt of having more right now... But there was no pressure.

Fuck, it was rare in this town to find someone who loved without pressure or expectation, and she was lucky enough to find the one who did just that without a second thought. Loving, for Esme, was second in ease only to breathing.