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Juliette gazes into the mirror, checking the clock behind her. She grabs a can of hairspray, spritzing over her beachy waves, and shakes her light brown locs loose, framing her face like a piece of fine art. Tonight is her first associate dinner with the new first years at the firm she’s interning with this summer and Calliope has agreed to go as her date. Juliette is nervous about her first professional work party, but she is at least glad Cal will be there to keep her company.
Juliette grabs hold of both sides of her double closet doors and swings forward on them, scanning each hanger for something to wear. She steps forward to a blue suit with a maroon pinstripe, rubbing her fingers over the fabric while shaking a careful no in the air. She’s scanning the rest of her closet with little hope of finding anything that will make her feel good when her eyes arrive on a dark brown Cos suit with beautiful camel-colored, windowpane stitching.
Juliette grabs a champagne-colored camisole, slipping it over her head before stepping into the suit. She walks to the back of her closet, staring at her frame in the floor-length mirror. Juliette grabs a pair of Gucci penny loafers off her shoe rack and reaches across to her jewelry box for a few accessories.
Juliette checks her appearance once more, tousling her fingers through her hair and throwing her reflection a half-hearted smirk. “This will have to do”. She grabs her keys off the kitchen counter and heads to the car.
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Calliope sits cross-legged on her bedroom floor, finishing the last bit of her make-up. She brushes a bit of highlight on the tip of her nose and picks up all her stray brushes from the floor, tossing them in her cosmetic bag. Cal leans into the mirror and grabs a plumping gloss, tracing the outline of her full lip, spreading out the sticky shimmer across them. She pops up like a spring from the floor and across the room to her closet, swaying her hips and sings along. She slides multiple pieces of fabric through her fingers stopping on a little black dress, grabs it off the hanger, and lays it across her bed.
“Alexa, play Boo’d Up by Ella Mai”
She rummages through her dresser for a set of lingerie to wear tonight. She touches lace, silk, and satin, and yet none of these pieces speak to her. She opens a second drawer and finds a black lace thong and matching lace bustier cropped bra. Cal smirks, “Perfect”.
She slides her oversize t-shirt over her head and shimmies her athletic shorts off and to the floor, tossing the loungewear into her hamper. Cal hears her phone ringing and reaches across to her nightstand to grab it. It’s Tess.
“Hello” Cal answers, shifting over to speakerphone
“What’s up Callie?”
“Getting ready to go to this event with Jules”
“You're still hooked to the ball and chain, huh? Tess teases
“Shut that shit up, T. You know what it is.”
Calliope rolls her eyes, pulling the lace panties up and over her smooth and oiled chocolate thighs, snapping the thick waistband flat against her defined hips. She grabs the top and slides it up her arms, sifting her breasts into the cups, reaching to her back to hook the clasp closed.
She pulls the claw clip from her hair, releasing her dark, bouncing curls down her back and shoulders. Cal struts across the room to a chest of drawers, turning an acrylic perfume carousel carefully, choosing a scent for the evening. She spritzes a warm, amber, and white musk scent on her pulse points and behind both her knees for good measure.
“What are you up to tonight, anyway?” Cal replies
“I just got home from my first day at the Guild Academy and thought I’d tell you about it, but if you’re busy..” Tess says, lowering her tone.
“Can I call you tomorrow so we don’t get cut short? Juliette is waiting and I don’t want to miss anything” Cal frowns, sighing.
“I see how it is. Leaving your bestie dry to chop it up with the Vamp. Got it. Yeah, I’ll catch you later Cal” Tess says, quickly hanging up the phone.
Cal shrugs and grabs her dress, stepping into it gently. She grabs her red bottom heels, steps into them, and grabs her clutch, trotting down the stairs to find Juliette sitting on the couch.
“Hi,” Calliope says, as she reaches the last step.
“Cal... Hi... You look incredible.” Juliette chokes out and swallows hard, lunging forward to meet her girlfriend with a kiss.
Juliette feels her temperature rise as Calliope slides her long fingers over her arms, bunching the fabric of her blazer under them, squeezing her biceps tight. Despite the height discrepancy between them, she is strong and that compensates here. Jules slides her fingers over the smooth fabric of her dress, gripping Cal’s waist firmly. Calliope grips Juliette’s jaw hard, kissing her lips softly, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. Instinctually, Juliette’s hands slide from Cal’s hips, down her back, and onto her ass, gripping hard to pull her closer. She kisses Cal with lingering hunger, sliding her tongue between her parted, warm lips. Calliope gives in and rocks her body forward against Juliette, kissing the vampire across the jaw and down her neck.
“Baby, we should... we’re going to be late..” Juliette mumbles under a breathy pause.
“Hey, if you’d rather work for a crowd at that fancy hotel than work on me here, who am I to stop you,” Cal says playfully, adjusting Jules' now ruffled clothes.
Juliette sighs and smirks, posing the question, “When we get home?”
“Sure. But you’re going to have to work for it” replies Calliope, flashing a wink in Juliette’s direction.
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They arrive at the Marshall House Hotel and Juliette takes the car to the valet line to park. She hops out of her Range Rover and opens the passenger door for Calliope, extending her hand to help her out. Calliope intertwines her fingers into Juliette’s and they journey inside the hotel to the second-floor bar to get the party started. Juliette waves shyly to her new boss, feeling Cal push against her back and whisper.
“Go, mingle. I’m going to get us a drink” Cal says.
Juliette scoots across the marble and over to a crowd of her peers, smiling and warming herself up to the group. Her boss, James White is a tall, salt and pepper-haired man. He places his hand lightly on her shoulder and pulls her over next to him. Juliette scans the two other men who have been talking to him since they walked in tonight.
“Juliette, thank you for coming tonight. I wanted to take some time and introduce you to some of your colleagues” He announces.
James points towards a handsome, young olive-skinned man. He was short, seemingly in his twenties, and buff. He looked like he was going to bust out of his off-the-rack suit.
The man reaches his hand out and takes Juliette’s softly shaking it. He opens his mouth and the thickest southern drawl she has ever heard spills out.
“Pleased to meet you, ma’am. Jackson, Jackson White” he introduces with a deep, low drawl that rattles her chest.
“Great to meet... you... Jackson,” she replies nervously
Another man quickly rips through her introduction to Jackson and places himself in front of the kind, southern gentleman she was talking to.
“Name is Jett. Jett Rockwell. I’m a first year at White and White too. Top of my class at NYC Law School. Where’d you go?” he spews, like verbal vomit. He smells like cheap aftershave, needs a haircut, and has the size sticker still stuck to the white dress shirt he stopped by TJ Maxx to grab on his way here.
“My name is Juliette...Fairmont. I went to Charleston School of Law, nice to uh... Meet you.”
The shaggy blonde cuts her sentence like a knife, interrupting her introduction.
“No way, like Sebastian Fairmont, the DA? Is he your dad or something?”
“HA! Guilty as charged” Juliette nods awkwardly
James gets pulled away from the group to take care of work obligations and Juliette feels more alone than she ever has in a room full of people.
Juliette darts her eyes over to Calliope, standing a few feet away from the bar motioning for her to come and save her. They lock eyes and Cal winks, taking her time to join Juliette’s side. It's almost as if she enjoys watching her girlfriend squirm. She wraps her arm around Calliope’s waist and feels Jett start to scan her girlfriend’s body. She respects him admiring the view but didn’t expect his slurred words to push through her chest like a silver-tipped stake.
“Hey, sexy wha– what’s your name?” Jett slurs, stepping closer to Calliope.
Before Cal can react, Juliette darts in front of her, tossing her arm out to keep him from inching closer
“Watch your mouth with how you address women. Especially those in attendance with someone else” Juliette spits. Calliope watches in awe, jaw hanging on one hinge at Juliette’s forward comment. It was hot.
Cal slides her arm around Juliette’s, rolling her eyes at the drunk man.
“Come on. We have better places to be” She says.
Cal pulls Juliette down the hall and into an empty lounge room with a large, mahogany pool table in the center and the corners are lined with couches and chairs. It is dark in the room, not like the lights are out, but the recessed lighting in the crest of the ceiling is dimmed low. Cal walks them backward, pinning Juliette by her hips to the corner of the pool table, leaning across her body, and whispering over the top of her ear.
“I didn’t take you as the defensive type, Miss Fairmont. I have to admit, that was sexy” She whispers, hovering her lips over Juliette’s earlobe. Juliette’s back bends slightly over the curve of the table corner and she gulps, dragging her eyes down to Cal’s hand, now creeping down to Juliette’s waist.
“I want to play a game baby,” Cal teases.
Juliette tenses her body underneath Cal’s soft fingers and feels her heart start to race.
“Wha..what kind of..game?” Juliette questions.
“I want to play a game of pool. Winner takes all.” Cal raises her eyebrow and pushes her thigh through the slit of her dress and nudges it between Juliette’s legs.
“If I win, you have to give me whatever I want” Cal inches closer to Juliette’s mouth and lets out a low growl.
“And, if..if I–” Juliette stammers.
“If you win, you get to do whatever you want with me” Cal responds, moving her mouth into Juliette’s neck, slowly licking a trail up and across her jaw.
“Deal,” Juliette says, breaking free from Cal’s hold. She grabs two pool sticks and a cue off the wall rack. Jules walks back over to the table and racks the cue balls in the oak triangle, shaking them across the felt until they are all aligned.
“Break” Juliette demands playfully, winking at Cal.
Cal leans across the pool table and wraps her fingers around the pool stick, gripping it tightly. She makes a loop with her thumb and index finger, letting the stick glide through her fingers to break the group of pool balls. Juliette stares, almost drooling at the sight of her girlfriend’s gorgeous, lean torso being outlined by the silk of her dress.
“Focus, focus, focus Juliette. Don’t let her get the best of you this early in the game”
Juliette adjusts and smiles, trying to stifle her visceral thoughts the best way she can.
“Looks like you’re straps, I- I– mean stripes” Juliette lets a Freudian slip control the conversation.
“Oooh, you’re not wasting any time, huh?” Cal replies playfully, knocking another striped ball into the far left pocket.
Juliette rolls her eyes and leans her short frame across the table, knocking in two solid pool balls into the middle right pocket. Before she rises to move out of Cal’s way, she feels her girlfriend hover and slowly brushes against her from behind.
“Ooops, didn’t see you there” Calliope winks.
“I wonder if Cal remembers I was in a competitive pool league in Jr. High”, Juliette questions internally. Nevertheless, Juliette doesn’t mind letting Cal think she has the upper hand.
Cal repositions and nudges Juliette out of the way with her hip, smirking and lowering herself onto the pool table. She lunges the stick forward and knocks two balls in, one being the eight ball.
She just lost this shit on purpose. What a bad, bad girl.
Juliette walks towards Cal, picking up on her hips to push her onto the edge of the table. Cal drops her pool stick and places her hands on Juliette’s face, squeezing under her jawline. She moves in closer, rubbing the tip of her nose to Juilette’s, sucking her lips into a slow kiss. Cal wraps her legs around Jules's hips and digs her nails into the back of her neck leaving drags of open skin that will heal too quickly.
Juliette’s fingertips caress upwards onto Cal’s smooth thighs, sliding up to meet the fabric of her dress. She sucks on the tip of Calliope’s tongue, pushing it fervently into her mouth. Cal tilts Juliette’s head back by pulling at the base of her neck and plants a slow, wet trail of kisses over the front of her throat. She feels Juliette’s pulse thump hard under her lips and slips her fingers around the base of her neck, peering down into Juliette’s darkened eyes.
“You won the game. Now, you can do…whatever…you want with me” Calliope lassos the words off her tongue and at Juliette, tying her up slowly with her poetic tone.
“Let’s go home. Now” Juliette says, breathy and lightheaded
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Juliette grabs a handful of Cal’s dress around her waist and pushes her back through the door of the house, planting frenzy-induced kisses all over her neck and exposed chest. She hears a soft moan escape Calliope’s mouth as her hands find their way into Jules's light brown waves, now slightly damp from sweat. Cal works the blazer over Jules's shoulders and down her arms, stepping over the bundle of fabric to get to the bedroom down the hall.
Bruising, wet kisses coat the lips of the lovers as they fumble through the dark room, finding their king-size oasis. Juliette sits on the edge of the bed, making some distance between the artwork that is Calliope Antigone Burns. Her eyes scan Cal’s dark silhouette, the shadow of the moonlight peers through the desolate lines of the blinds, highlighting every curve. Juliette absentmindedly sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, looking her girlfriend up and down.
“Are you going to stare at me all night or are you going to finish what you started?” Cal grins, crossing her arms.
Calliope slides her dress off and as it falls onto the tile floor, Juliette gawks back at the lace number that hugs every muscle and crease on Cal’s body. She catches the vampire’s stare and slides her long, manicured fingers up her thighs, digging into the skin underneath to tease her. Juliette licks her lips and feels her thighs start to burn like acid is pumping through her veins. She can hear Cal’s heart pound like a bass drum, even from a few feet away. Juliette can smell how bad Calliope wants her to touch her.
Juliette bolts over, picking up her long body as the temptress wraps her legs around Jules's hips. Juliette hoists Cal in the air, walking slowly towards the bed tossing her onto it, causing Cal’s body to jolt off the mattress when her weight hits.
Cal looks up at Juliette’s small, but strong frame peering down at her. She feels a thumping sensation between her thighs and bites her lip, praying silently Juliette will devour her. Jules moves swiftly on the bed, sliding between Cal’s legs, pressing their hips together as she hoists her arms under her thighs and lifts slightly, bringing Cal’s center inches away from her own mouth. Cal’s chest heaves as she feels Juliette’s warm, thick breath blow on the skin through the thin layer of lace. Juliette grabs the black fabric with her teeth and Cal hears a tearing sound ring through the room. She is soaked at the sound of the fabric ripping and the feeling of air on her bare, smooth skin.
“Fuck, Juliette. I need you..” Cal muffles under her breath quietly
Juliette looks up at her, sliding her fingers over the wet fabric of the thong.
“Tell me exactly what you need,” Juliette commands.
Cal drips down her slit and slips her hands up her body, dragging her hands over her toned abdomen and over the fabric of her top.
“I want…I need you.. to fuck me. Hard.” Calliope pleads.
Juliette takes her words to memory like being branded with a hot iron. Tunnel vision ensues and she flattens her tongue out between Calliope’s folds, licking her slowly, swirling the tip of her tongue around her clit on the way back up. She digs her hand into Calliope’s skin, gripping her thigh hard to hold her still.
Calliope screams, grabbing Juliette’s free hand and locks onto it like a vice.
“Just like that, baby”
Cal quickly reaches across the bed and grabs a pillow, biting down on the corner to muffle her cries.
She takes Juliette’s hand and guides it across her chest, Juliette feeling her nipples harden under her touch. Like a straight line wind, Juliette rips through the room and grabs a box from her dresser. She quickly flips through it, grabbing the flesh-colored member and the harness. This is one of the times her vampiric speed pays off.
Juliette drops her slacks to the floor and hoists herself on the bed, hovering over Cal. She pulls the harness up on her legs, tightening the straps over her hips until they pop securely. Calliope gapes her mouth open at the sight of Juliette on top of her and shoves her own fist into her mouth, anticipating the fullness she’s about to feel.
Jules leans down to kiss Cal, licking a trail across her jaw and down her neck. As she dips closer to her body from above, the tip rubs against Cal’s soaking entrance, causing her nipples to erect and grab Juliette’s attention. Juliette swipes her hand down the fabric of Calliope’s lingerie top and her breasts spill out, finding their way quickly into Jules's mouth.
As Juliette sucks Cal’s hard, sensitive nipple between her teeth, Calliope gasps and bites down on her fist. Juliette steadies herself and slides the toy inside Calliope slowly, letting out a low gasp.
“Fuuuckkkkk you feel so good, Calliope.”
Cal grabs the base of the member and pushes it inside hard, aiding the hard thrusts Juliette meets her with. Juliette extends her torso straight up and brings Calliope’s long legs flush and flat with her chest, tightening her center and thighs around the strap, making it harder to slip out of her wetness. She crosses her ankles above her head and pulls them over to rest on her shoulder, rocking her hips hard against Cal’s tensed body.
Calliope mumbles and gasps for air, sliding her hands over Juliette’s sweat-soaked arms.
“Please baby..I’m.. I– can’t take it..any..more” Cal shudders.
Juliette lingers onto Cal’s words and picks up speed, pounding hard against her until the slapping sounds start to sound like sloshes of wet skin on skin.
“I want you to come for me, baby. Come for me like a good girl, I know you can.” Juliette spews the commands at her lover with a low growl.
Juliette repositions and pulls Cal on top of her, Cal slowly lowering herself onto Juliette. She instantly feels Calliope tense around the strap and clenches it tightly inside, pulsating hard around it. Cal starts to grind her hips into Juliette, arching her back low to ride her hard and fast. She reaches up with one hand and grips the side of Juliette’s face, squeezing tight on her jaw. She reaches her other hand down and rubs between her folds, sucking her juices off her fingers. Juliette writhes with excitement and pulsates under the friction of the harness.
Cal licks her lips and jolts her hips forward, waiting on Juliette’s mouth to fly open. She slowly leans down flush with her body and drips a slow line of saliva and cum into Juliette’s mouth. Juliette’s blue eyes seem to go black as hungry rage ravages her muscles.
Juliette flips Cal over and pushes her hard into the mattress. She pulls out slowly and slides the tip between her parted center, pushing back inside her again. She repositions herself down onto Cal’s body tightly to where their cores are touching. Juliette wraps one hand in Calliope’s long, dark hair pulling up on her head to lift it off the mattress to meet her own. She grips the back of her neck and kisses her mouth, sucking her plump, red, and bruised lips between her fangs. She squeezes her eyes shut and opens them to find Cal staring into her ocean eyes, pupils dilating wider with every inch pushing into her harder against Juliette’s fast thrusts.
Calliope shifts to capture Juliette in a rough kiss, gripping her throat and holding her in place to watch her eyes. She squeezes along her neck, right under her jaw, and feels her nails pierce Juliette’s skin. Juliette winces at the salty brine of her sweat dripping into the torn skin and lets her mouth be abused by Cal’s lips. Calliope sucks hard on Juliette’s jaw, chin, and bottom lip, trying her hardest to leave bruises in her wake. She wants Juliette to see her on her skin tomorrow like she will see the marks the vampire leaves on her for weeks. No matter how hard she sucks or bites, they won’t even be visible in an hour.
Juliette works her hips hard against Cal’s center, feeling her own orgasm close in. White hot lightning strikes behind her eyes as Calliope chokes out a moan.
“Fill me up, baby” Calliope begs.
Juliette moans into Cal’s ear, coming hard while inside her. Calliope’s legs shake to the point of paralysis under her small frame. Juliette collapses with exhaustion, peeling her sweat-soaked body off Cal, rolling over onto the bed, lightheaded and wrecked.
Calliope lays quietly, catching her breath as her legs rock the bed like a tidal wave.
She finally reaches over and runs her fingers through Juliette’s wet hair, kissing her lips softly.
I love you and I love losing.