circulation [fic]
Jul. 31st, 2022 12:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
isabrellaChapters: 1/1
Fandom: First Kill (TV 2022)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Calliope Burns/Juliette Fairmont
Characters: Calliope Burns (First Kill), Juliette Fairmont
Additional Tags: Drabble, Drabble Collection, Reunited and It Feels So Good
Summary:
Juliette and Calliope meet again at college... and end up in a cemetery, alone.
Notes:
Originally written for Seasons of Drabbles - Summer Round 2022 for saiditallbefore on AO3.
Can you tell I've been rewatching Buffy?
Podfic by kbirb (kbirbpods).
On SqWA / Tumblr.
Juliette raises her cup to her lips and wets them, pretending to drink just to have something to do with her hands. She’s not even really sure why she’s here, at a shitty frat party, but as always, Ben has forced her into some semblance of a social life.
However, he’s gone now and she’s alone.
Cool. Cool, cool, cool.
She slouches back against the wall, trying to blend into the background.
She locks eyes with someone, and her feet are suddenly frozen to the floor.
Calliope Burns is nursing a beer and staring daggers at her from the couch.
Calliope sees Juliette for the first time in three years: it’s like a jolt of pure electricity to her soul. What is she doing here? At this party, in this room, at this college? Calliope thought she’d left Juliette Fairmont far behind her.
Before she registers what she’s doing, she’s halfway across the room, nearing Juliette and her feigned casual stance, the almost-full cup that she won’t drink.
“Juliette,” Calliope says shortly as she passes by her with no destination in mind, just leaving this room, this place.
“Calliope,” Juliette responds, sing-song, longing, breathy.
Calliope steels herself and keeps walking.
Calliope is gone, through the hall and out into the night. Juliette follows her, has to, is pulled by a magnetic force.
She gets outside; no sign of Calliope’s distinctive, taut figure, only a spillover of drunk freshmen from the party. She exhales deeply, letting her senses take over.
The endless chatter of the world that she normally makes a concerted effort to tune out comes into focus. The rush of individual circulatory systems, the thump of every footstep, and the inhale-exhale that accompanies all animals becomes almost overwhelming.
There’s a thread, a beating heart, leading her.
She follows it.
Cal is shrouded in darkness at the edge of a cemetery – the perfect rendezvous for a vampire. She lies in wait, each breath an ellipsis as she imagines Juliette following her, reaching for her, biting her.
“Calliope Burns,” Juliette says, smiling. The streetlight gives her an almost angelic aura. But Cal knows nothing could be further from the truth.
“Juliette.”
“I can’t stay away from you.” Juliette steps closer, close enough that Cal can smell her lightly spiced perfume, activated by the heat of her body. Her mouth waters and she brings her hands up in an instinctive, defensive stance.
Juliette watches the words bounce off Calliope; her hands snap up to resist the pull between them.
“I never thought I’d see you again,” Calliope says, hands lowering a few inches.
“It’s fate,” Juliette says softly, stepping even closer, so that the breath between them is shared, Juliette’s exhale becoming Calliope’s inhale.
“I don’t think we should do this,” Calliope says, but her hands are already reaching for Juliette, already finding their perfect place on Juliette’s waist, tangled in her hair, an inevitable pull between them.
Juliette tilts her face up hungrily, drawn close by the burning fire in Calliope.
Cal kisses Juliette like she’s been starved for months and Juliette is pure ambrosia, like it’s their last night together, and their first time all over again, and everything, for once, feels right.
They shouldn’t do this – they’re vampire and hunter, predator and prey, too much history heavy between them, but she can’t help herself. Juliette has always been her perfect trap.
After a moment, Cal comes up for air, breaking off the kiss, chest heaving, and Juliette leans her forehead against Cal’s, palm resting warm on her chest as it moves.
“You still taste so good,” Juliette says, smirking.
