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Flies to honey; Juliette could only taste the sweet flavor of Calliope's skin, tongue sweeping across an expanse of smooth chocolate. Juliette Fairmont was many things, cute, loyal, and insatiable, with a severe sweet tooth for Calliope Burns.
Maybe that's why they find themselves here; Calliope pushed down onto cotton sheets. God help their neighbors because tonight, Calliope knew that Juliette was beyond reason; she was hungry: hungry for more than just sex. It was a hunger rooted in her, her very nature to feed, and tonight she would.
This Juliette was not her fun, loving, dorky girlfriend; no, this Juliette was ready to pounce on her, to become the predator she had often contradicted herself to be.
"Cal!" Juliette whispered, "Safe word?"
"Cherries."
"Good girl."
Calliope groans, pushing back into Juliette's embrace, lips parted as the two share a heated kiss. Calliope loved this side of Juliette, dominant in her stance, her eyes crazed and fangs peeking through parted lips.
"I will never hurt you, Cal."
Whispered words turn into fingers tracing up goosebump-coated skin; Blue eyes study Dark Brown once more in a game of predator to prey. Juliette Fairmont, a predator? One could say yes, and for the moment, for tonight, she was who her family deemed she should be. Stalking ever so slowly toward Calliope, a smirk graced her lips, and her blue eyes lulled as she fell to her knees before the bed: before Calliope's open thighs.
"I know, Jules," Cal said, pushing herself up to her elbows to watch her girlfriend's ministrations. "I trust you."
Juliette smirks, licking from knee to just below the apex of Cal's thigh, blue eyes sparkling under the iridescent lighting of their bedroom.
"Are you ready?"
Calliope nods, pushing Juliette's hair to one side, lips caught between her teeth as Juliette descends once more, nails dug into tone thighs then upward to where Cal needs her.
When they had first tried this, Cal had been the more experienced lover, a testament to her previous relationship, leaving Juliette a mumbling mess of limbs and sharp fangs as she hissed out in pleasure. Juliette had more or less been a bundle of nerves, though, clumsy in her approach, but she had also been eager to sink her fangs into Calliope Burns: to taste such forbidden fruit.
Cal sighs, head thrown back as Juliette dives in, gasping at the wetness that greets her. How was this woman so addictive to her? Her smile. Her blood. Her cu— Juliette doesn't miss a beat, taking Calliope's clit into her mouth and then sucks, one hand parting wet folds while the other snakes its way up her other thigh.
Presently, Juliette Fairmont wants nothing more than to hear the reluctant moans of one Calliope Burns, head tilted back in pure ecstasy, trying her hardest not to buck into Juliette's mouth.
"Jules, please."
Juliette isn't used to this, to hearing Cal beg so needily, so ready to throw everything she's learned about being in control out the proverbial window. Letting go of all her inhibitions, Cal arches into Juliette, legs wrapping around slender shoulders as said woman doubled down her efforts.
Thrusting not one but two fingers into the taller woman, who cries out, leaving soft moans behind in favor of vocality at the sudden stretch she feels as Juliette delights in her.
Calliope isn't exactly sure when the white spots behind closed eyelids begin, nor does she know when she begins to feel the pit in her stomach tighten, pushing back onto Juliette's fingers reading herself for a delightful orgasm until she isn't. Cal huffs, eyes shooting open as Juliette pulls away, a smirk gracing her lips as Cal's confused expression turns into a deep-set scowl.
"What are you doing?"
Juliette doesn't need to answer; she knows Cal knows what she has planned for the night. For them. Cal wants to growl to pull Juliette into her, then switch positions and punish her for playing games. Calliope Burns does not play games, nor does she appreciate being played with, but that was before a certain vampire stole her heart.
"You always say patience, Cal."
"You think you're funny?" Cal mumbles, scooting backward along cotton sheets to make room for Juliette. "You're lucky you're cute."
Juliette preens, climbing up slowly after Cal until she situates herself on top of Cal, pushing her back until she is on her elbows again, staring up into an ocean of blue. Cal can't even register the moment Juliette leans in to kiss her; all she knows is that she can taste herself on Juliette's tongue and the desperate canting of Juliette's hips as she rides her thigh.
Hands falling to her girlfriend's waist, Cal pulls her down, groaning as the wetness between Jules's legs spreads down her thighs and onto Calliope's heated skin. Fuck, how did this woman turn her own this much?
"So quick to change the tides?" Juliette moans, pushing Cal's hands away from her waist; she knows that if she let her girlfriend continue, Cal would most definitely take her chance to have Juliette the withering mess instead of vice versa.
"I'm just doing what you won't."
Juliette hisses before leaving Calliope's hands above her head, lips like a permanent scar on said woman's neck; if she wanted to, she could bite her— Juliette slithers her way back down Cal's body, situating herself. She could do this all night, building Calliope up until she's ready to explode around her fingers, tongue, or any toys they might have lying around; in fact, Juliette prefers this when she needs to feed. To play with Calliope as a predator would prey, engaged in a game of chase, leaving one to feel relatively safe before the kill. Juliette doesn't mind the scowls, mumbled curse words, and empty threats of punishment; no, she thrives on the feeling of having Calliope Burns at her mercy: anyone would.
Juliette also enjoys the rush she feels feeding on her lover. The taste of Calliope kept her head spinning, but that was nothing new to her because Calliope was like her own buffet; breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert; if Calliope were on the menu, Juliette would choose nothing else.
Calliope was the Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream that Juliette craved constantly. The smell of her. The way she tastes. The way her heart races in her chest when she is ready to cum. Juliette truly knew she could never be apart from this woman.
Calliope cries out, hands falling down her body when Juliette takes a tentative lick through her folds; had she been expecting it, sure, but that didn't make the sensation any less incredible. Cal wants to believe Juliette will push her over the edge this time, build her up in the sweetest ways, then have her in a mess of tangled limbs and sharp inhales while wetness pools beneath her onto their sheets.
"Calliope?"
She's obviously to the calls of her girlfriend, hips moving on their own accord in time with Juliette's tongue; if Juliette wouldn't get her off, she'd do it herself. Juliette cannot play with her any longer, sensing the seed of frustration lying deep in Cal's chest if she pulls away again, so she doesn't, nipping the thigh beside her head before plunging her fangs into the sensitive skin. Cal howls, hips bucking into nothing as Juliette drank. Quick to rectify, Juliette thrust two fingers into Cal, allowing her to fuck herself thoroughly for the first time that night.
Juliette moans as Calliope speeds up, her blood as sweet as chocolate, when a wave of excitement washes over her body. Calliope chokes on a moan, back unable to bend further as a searing heat spreads throughout her body. Her toes curl, and she's ready to shout, but nothing comes out when she parts her lips to speak. She can't breathe, and her gaze is beyond blurred; her body shakes so bad she has to search for an anchor, unable to find her girlfriend's hands as one held her close so Juliette wouldn't spill a drop, and the other, well, that one was buried deep within her.
Calliope has nowhere to go, incapable of bracing herself when she cums; silent screams turn into chants of, "Don't stop, please," as a powerful bliss-like swell envelops her entire self. She can't think, can only sense her ever-growing connection to her girlfriend flourish.
When the tide of pleasure recedes, bringing Calliope down with it, Juliette releases; her fangs receding as she pulls back to stare at her spent girlfriend. She watched as a slight gasp left Cal's lips when she slipped her fingers free of the hunter, very aware of the eyes on her as she brought them up to her lips.
"Do you have to do that?" Calliope flushes, hands covering her face as Juliette stuck slick-coated fingers in her mouth.
"You do it." Juliette beams, eyes lit with glee, "Besides, I have too much of a sweet tooth not to taste my favorite dessert."