Borrowed Time Part 2

Chapter 233

Esme's clothing had a level of comfort to them that Juliette was pretty sure needed to be studied in a lab, because she wasn't sure how one person's wardrobe could feel so amazing against her skin all the time - she hated most cloth, but not if it came from Esme, that was what she'd determined.

The second it touched their skin, it turned into something amazing, something that she never wanted to take off.

"Babe." Juliette jumped, turning around from where she'd been staring at herself in the mirror, grinning at the way that Esme's shirt draped off of her.  She swallowed heavily, eyes widening as she took Esme in - their hair was wet from the shower, and they had tied a towel low around their waist, not bothering to tie one around their chest.  She licked her lips, clearing her throat as her eyes travelled over their scarred skin, soft and pitted in the light, the lines of their muscle like a roadmap on their body, mixing seamlessly with their tattoos.  She forced her eyes up, her breath catching again when she saw the grin on their face as they discarded the t-shirt they'd been using to dry their hair.  "That's my favorite shirt." They said, gesturing to the one Juliette was wearing.

Her face dropped as she glanced down, pinching the cloth between her fingers - it was old and worn and perfect, she understood why it was Esme's favorite, and if it held significance to them, she didn't want to steal it, that felt like such a dickish thing to do.

"I can take it off-." Esme chuckled, cutting her off as they took a step towards her, a smile curling its way onto their lips as they stepped into her space, the dizzying scent of their soap, lotion, and cologne hitting Juliette all at once, making her knees feel weak beneath her.

If love had a scent, it was anything Esme put on their body.  She was pretty sure that she could bottle it up and sell it, and they would make a fucking fortune... But part of her didn't want to share that with the general public... She wanted it to be special.

"Mmm... You could." They snaked their arm out, gripping around her waist to pull her close, flush against them as she gasped, her hands coming up to rest on their shoulders, squeezing softly to feel the muscle there, the strength that never failed to leave her breathless and wanting more. "Or... I could do something that would make me love it even more." They murmured, glancing between her lips and eyes with an unreadable expression that made her tremble as she straightened up, fighting the urge to run her fingers through their hair.

She didn't like how it felt when it was wet, but she never wanted to stop touching them... It was a real problem.

"Oh?  And what's that, handsome?" She asked, noticing the glint in Esme's eyes as they leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek before they moved to her ear, making her eyes flutter shut as she dug her nails into their shoulders.

Speak.  Before I lose it.

"I could fuck you in it." They murmured, making Juliette let out a gasp as she felt her cunt throb, squeezing her thighs together to try to dull it as she covered the gasp with a chuckle, trying to appear like that didn't make her want to fall back on the bed and spread her legs on instinct.

She pulled back, cupping their face before she rested her forehead against theirs.

Insane.

"Jesus Christ, you're horny on this trip-." Esme cut her off, shaking their head as if she had said something wrong, but she was more than 100% certain that what she had said was completely accurate.  They had reached all new levels of horniness... Something about the city was just dragging it right out of them.

"Correction." Oh? "I am horny all the time around you.  Side effect of having the hottest girlfriend in the entire universe." Juliette rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she tried to fight her smile off.