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There's no way… and in no hell… that The Guild would ever allow this.
(Which is why Calliope isn't saying shit.)
"Oh!"
Juliette beams, hugging Theo's high-powered crossbow to herself like a Raggedy Ann doll.
"Can I hold the flashlight?"
"You're so weird," Calliope mumbles, handing it over, offering a smirk when Juliette's face beams brighter. She leads them into Oak Hills Cemetery, when it's late, and according to Calliope's dad—there's been some intensely ghoulish happenings during a full moon.
She needs to concentrate.
Concentrate…
The air of Savannah comes off hot and humid. Calliope's nostrils fill with breath.
Under moonlight, Juliette looks like she's cut from marble. A pale unearthliness. Juliette's hair a silky shine. She's beyond gorgeous.
Concentrate…
"Hey?" Juliette nudges her, appearing concerned, and Calliope blinks as if snapping herself out of a trance. "Everything good?"
"Yeah… yeah, sure. Why wouldn't it be?"
"I can, uh…" Calliope narrows her eyes, smiling uncertainly. "I can smell how distracted you are," Juliette points out.
"That's kinda gross, babe."
Juliette snort-laughs, wrinkling her nose.
"It's not like… an upset stomach smell or something. We're not talking about farts."
Calliope fights down a laugh.
"It's…" Juliette hesitates, suddenly shy. "Maybe I shouldn't say, Cal."
For a daywalker, Juliette gets a cutesy little smile on her lips.
The same kind when she said Calliope's heart raced, especially when Calliope lied.
Calliope wanted to stake her right there. And kiss off her smile.
(Not a daywalker, not a nightcrawler—your girlfriend, Calliope sternly reminds herself. Don't be talking about Jules like that.)
She still wants to be the greatest hunter ever. To beat Theo and Apollo. To prove to everyone, including the Guild, that Calliope is able to do what she says she can do while also embracing being a young queer woman. Calliope's not sixteen anymore. She's no child.
"It's weird, isn't it?" Calliope mumbles. "Really weird?"
Juliette nods, setting her weapon onto a tombstone and holding onto Calliope's fingers. Calliope's pulse quickens. Her face turns hot. Her groin also feels hot and clenched-up. Fuck, is it really the time for this… Juliette leans towards her, inhaling.
Before the words rumble out, Juliette makes a strange and grotesquely inhuman noise.
"You're aroused."
Familiar… it's so familiar… that warning prickle on the back of Calliope's neck when something powerfully perceived…
And they're… connected…
Her and Juliette…
"Better do something about it, then," Calliope says knowingly, gripping onto Juliette's sides and flattening her up against the mausoleum-wall. Calliope's hips press on hers, grinding slow. A flash of pearly, and unsharpened, teeth in Juliette's widening smile.
Every sensation feels immediate. Calliope's hyper-aware of the wind, and the darkness, and the hint of Juliette's perfume.
Pay attention to everything…
Calliope yanks off the silver she's wearing, stuffing them in her pockets. They don't need Juliette hurting. Not like that.
Juliette opens her mouth when Calliope rapturously kisses her, wrapping her arms to Juliette's middle, pressing in closer. She feels Juliette's hand tracing against her throat, locating a faint, light-skinned scar. She wants to ask. Calliope knows she wants to.
(Word of advice… don't go swimming in the local lake without checking if there's kappas first…)
One of Calliope's hands goes to Juliette's breast, squeezing. Her blouse's too thin.
She dares to tilt her head, nosing her chest and kissing there. "Aren't I supposed to be learning… aah…" Juliette moans out, high-pitched, when Calliope's mouth suddenly sucks through the blouse's fabric, right over her nipple, "…hunter tricks, ah…"
"You are," Calliope says matter-of-factly, also aware of this very public cemetery they're making out in.
Be prepared for anything…
Juliette nibbles her ear, opening a kiss against Calliope's neck. No penetration. Calliope remembers that bite. Itched like hell.
She shoves her thigh between Juliette's legs, grinding again, encouraging Juliette to grind. Heat—so much heat. Juliette rides Calliope's thigh with her back against the mausoleum, panting. Her cheeks flushed. Calliope silently watches her, enjoying her…
Always finish what you start…
Oh, she will.
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