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Cal did not notice right away.
How could she?
Their first kiss had been driven by lust and duty. Entering the pantry, she had thought only of how she was going to stake Juliette Fairmont. But then their lips met, backs were hitting the counter, glass jars smashed onto the floor and, for a moment, Cal only wanted to consume Juliette. She had been grinding on Cal’s thigh, and her plan to eliminate the monster had flown out of her mind. Only when the monster sank her teeth in did she get dragged back into reality.
Then the next time they were against a tree. Quick, careful and overwhelmed with desire had made the moment a blur.
Even the kisses following, Cal had missed it.
She had prided herself on being observant. The best hunters always were. Her family had taught her the scariest monsters were the ones who knew how to hide.
So, it came as a shock when her discovery took this long to unravel.
It started as a quiet night with movies and cuddles.
It always started that way.
Then at some point near the end of The Lion King 2: Simba’s Pride , they had turned to each other and, like magnets, were drawn in. To begin with, the kiss was brief, tender. Then it escalated. Juliette’s hand slid from Cal’s jaw down to her waist and squeezed. Cal inhaled a sharp breath. In turn, she withdrew from Juliette’s mouth (who pouted) and planted her lips onto her neck instead. One thing she had learnt about Jules immediately was that her neck was a weak spot. Very ironic.
Instantly, Juliette was gasping for breath.
Taking charge, Cal pushed Jules back onto the bed and climbed on top of her. Her glazed eyes lit up with excitement. Her cheeks were pink. Her mouth was gaped.
That was when Cal saw it.
Peaking subtly between her lips was the pointed tip of her fangs.
“Um. Jules?”
Juliette blinked. “Uh huh?”
Cal stared at them. Knowing their intent used to scare her. She knew how it stung when they pierced skin. Yet seeing them now made her core throb. Desire burned through her. With a shuddering intake of breath, she reached out, brushing her thumb across Juliette’s lower lip. She trembled under the touch, but otherwise stayed completely still. She maintained eye contact. On the surface, Juliette was the textbook definition of innocent. But Cal knew better. In their more intimate moments, her stares were bold and daring. Jules’s eyebrows lifted a notch like they were challenging her. Accepting it, she pushed back instinct and traced her thumb over the sharp edge of Juliette’s fang.
Unexpectedly, Juliette arched her back, eyes closed and let out an airy, strained grasp.
Oh.
The moment passed and the second Juliette lowered back down, her eyes widened in horror. Mortified, she pulled back.
“Is that -?” Cal knew she had to tread carefully. “Has that happened before?”
Composing herself, Juliette sat up, adjusting so that Cal could remain in her lap. “No. But then -” She averted her eyes, taking sudden interest in the credits rolling on the screen. “I, well, um, no one’s ever done that. Not that I’d let them.”
“May I?” Cal reached out but kept it hovered in the small space between them.
There was a moment of hesitation before Juliette finally nodded. Tracing them again, this time Juliette was far more controlled. Her chest heaved, eyes closed.
Cal withdrew. “What does it feel like?”
“I - it’s -” Jules opened her eyes. “When you’re biting someone, I guess it’s the euphoria of feeding. But when you’re, um, doing that, it’s heightened. I don’t know. Feeding is empowering. But - sometimes vampires can feed off each other and apparently it’s, um, intimate .”
Cal lifted an eyebrow. “Oh? Is it like a clit?”
Juliette burst out laughing. Then Cal was laughing. The sound exploded in the room and then it was just two girls clutching their stomachs, tears rolling down their cheeks as the sound continued to spill from their mouths.
“I - cannot - oh my god - did you really just -?” said Juliette in between heaves. “Com - compare my fangs to a - a -”
“I could have said a dick, given how it only rises to certain occasions.”
Juliette grabbed the nearest pillow and swung it at Cal’s head. “Please do not compare my vampirism to a boner.”
“How did we even get here?” Cal grabbed the pillow and swung it at Juliette.
Soon, they were both clutching pillows and battling it out. Feathers snowed over the bed and when they were little more than their cases, Juliette tackled Cal with the widest and cockiest smirk she had ever witnessed. She then leaned in for a kiss.
Kissing turned into makeouts. Cal’s hands found Juliette’s waist, slipping under that ever so adorable blue sweater of hers. Myth said vampires were cold like ice, but Cal could confirm that Juliette was warm.
Burning.
Flipping them over, she buried her face in Juliette’s neck, ravaging it with kisses. Her hands explored. Juliette withered beneath her and Cal could only smile, her centre burning with want. Fingers crept up Juliette’s inner thigh.
“Please,” said Juliette, breathless.
Her hand was met with damp underwear. Pulling it aside, she teased her with delicate strokes.
Juliette’s grip on her hips tightened. Tight-lipped moans were like music in Cal’s ears.
“No one’s around, you don’t have to hold back,” whispered Cal.
She nipped her ear. This time, Juliette pressed herself into Cal and moaned . Good God, she moaned . Pleased with herself, Cal ground herself against Juliette’s thigh and pushed her finger into Juliette.
Beginning at a steady pace, she went slow and gradually built. Over time she had learnt Juliette loved the build above all. And Cal loved seeing her unravel. She knew she was close when Juliette wrapped her legs tightly around Cal’s waist, pulling her closer. That was when Cal picked up the pace.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” Juliette thrust upward.
With her other hand, Cal brought it to Juliette’s lips and stroked her fangs.
Instantly, she halted and Cal knew she had her.
Her climax poured out in jagged breaths and Juliette’s continual streams of “Yes. Oh god, Cal. Oh.”
When she finally settled, she looked up at Cal with her signature dopey smile that made Cal’s heart flutter. Kissing her, she took her hand out from beneath Juliette’s skirt and stared her down while she put her fingers in her mouth. Juliette complied. Then she planted her lips on her forehead.
“You cannot be acting all cute like that when you just had your fingers inside me,” whined Juliette, but she was smiling.
“Yeah, yeah.” Cal kissed her nose. It bunched up.
“Give me a minute and I’ll -”
“Who said I was done?” Reaching down, Cal’s hands slid up Juliette’s thighs and dragged down her ruined underwear.