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Remind me to have a talk with her later
โช hey. brothers are a different code. especially co-dependent ones. โซ
I mean, he'd try. โช and then, a haze-induced tangent—(you should probably get that ride to him, cait. โซ
We've gotten into some good brawls in our days
I ever tell you the time we took out three biker dudes?
Turns out it was more a sticky situation than we thought. Imagine some huge guy, white beard, vamp teeth
Ruined the whole look.
Turns out trim santa didn't like anyone making that joke, either
Remind me to have a talk with her later
โช hey. brothers are a different code. especially co-dependent ones. โซ
I mean, he'd try. โช and then, a haze-induced tangent—(you should probably get that ride to him, cait. โซ
We've gotten into some good brawls in our days
I ever tell you the time we took out three biker dudes?
Turns out it was more a sticky situation than we thought. Imagine some huge guy, white beard, vamp teeth
Ruined the whole look.
Turns out trim santa didn't like anyone making that joke, either
( here. )
Tell you? โช he's never really had a problem with that, has he. โซ
If you're inviting me to break in the sheets, there is no part of me that minds taking you up against them, devouring you against them, anything you want against them. We'll have to be thorough, though. Have to make sure we leave an honest review.
As for the red, I wouldn't mind you in nothing but that lipstick, but if you have anything for me to unwrap, can't say I'd complain.
โช in fact he'd nearly die about it. lingerie's always been a weak spot, for dean.
he shouldn't of even brought this up. why, christian grey? โซ
Uh, basically some millionaire with daddy issues. More than daddy issues. Hence leading to him finding some girl, making her sign some kind of dom contract shit to keep everything hush hush between them. He's got this red dungeon looking room with apparatus', paddles, you name it this guy is on his shit.
Dunno what happened to using your hands or a good old fashioned tie, but what do I know.
Tell you? โช he's never really had a problem with that, has he. โซ
If you're inviting me to break in the sheets, there is no part of me that minds taking you up against them, devouring you against them, anything you want against them. We'll have to be thorough, though. Have to make sure we leave an honest review.
As for the red, I wouldn't mind you in nothing but that lipstick, but if you have anything for me to unwrap, can't say I'd complain.
โช in fact he'd nearly die about it. lingerie's always been a weak spot, for dean.
he shouldn't of even brought this up. why, christian grey? โซ
Uh, basically some millionaire with daddy issues. More than daddy issues. Hence leading to him finding some girl, making her sign some kind of dom contract shit to keep everything hush hush between them. He's got this red dungeon looking room with apparatus', paddles, you name it this guy is on his shit.
Dunno what happened to using your hands or a good old fashioned tie, but what do I know.
Are you sure you want me to remind you?
[ even if he says yes, whoโs to say how much of this conversation heโs going to remember?
the barrage of text alerts telegraphs the urgency in getting him back here. before she responds, she opens her Uber app and orders a ride for him. ]
If Trim Vampire Santa didnโt like the joke, maybe he should rethink his look.
Got a ride coming out to you right now.
[ even if he says yes, whoโs to say how much of this conversation heโs going to remember?
the barrage of text alerts telegraphs the urgency in getting him back here. before she responds, she opens her Uber app and orders a ride for him. ]
If Trim Vampire Santa didnโt like the joke, maybe he should rethink his look.
Got a ride coming out to you right now.
โช there is absolutely no one to say he'd remember, and he doesn't even have the whiskey to blame.
the longer he sits there perched up against that brick alley, the more his head begins to throb, sending mini currents between his temples and causing him to raise a hand, pinch at the bridge of his nose—only for it to fall back to his lap covered in blood. โซ
That's what I said!
You're a life saver
I ever tell you that?
IOU one
the longer he sits there perched up against that brick alley, the more his head begins to throb, sending mini currents between his temples and causing him to raise a hand, pinch at the bridge of his nose—only for it to fall back to his lap covered in blood. โซ
That's what I said!
You're a life saver
I ever tell you that?
IOU one
I most certainly am inviting you over to help break them in. All night and all day if we must. How else are we to test them properly?
[she has a few ideas, actually. though his are much better. but he forgot one,]
You'll have to tell me what they feel like against you, too. [both the first set underneath him and--] Especially around your wrists and your eyes. [--the second set she purchased for the sole purpose of cutting strips. if they look as gorgeous as they do on the display screen she knows they'll look lovely around Dean.]
I might have a little something you can untie. But you'll have to use your teeth. [while not exactly lingerie Peggy thinks it'll have nearly the same effect on him. if not then she'll simply have to do better for next time, won't she?
she really shouldn't have asked for him to explain.]
And that's considered erotic literature in your time? Have people really grown tired of Cleland or Monbron?
Are hands or a tie your preferred methods?
[she has a few ideas, actually. though his are much better. but he forgot one,]
You'll have to tell me what they feel like against you, too. [both the first set underneath him and--] Especially around your wrists and your eyes. [--the second set she purchased for the sole purpose of cutting strips. if they look as gorgeous as they do on the display screen she knows they'll look lovely around Dean.]
I might have a little something you can untie. But you'll have to use your teeth. [while not exactly lingerie Peggy thinks it'll have nearly the same effect on him. if not then she'll simply have to do better for next time, won't she?
she really shouldn't have asked for him to explain.]
And that's considered erotic literature in your time? Have people really grown tired of Cleland or Monbron?
Are hands or a tie your preferred methods?
I see no other way, ma'am. I think my being versed in all nighters just might finally come in handy.
โช what'd started as a conversation brewing eagerness in the pit of his belly has now come equipped with a ruby flush, blotching across his cheeks and flourishing over his chest like wildfire. damn, she paints a pretty picture—and there is no inch of her that he'd ever forget.
dean's not one to let many women have control, but peggy? yeah. he could do that. โซ
Oh yeah? You been planning all this out, huh? You tie me up and I can't promise I won't run my mouth, it's torture not to be able to touch you. Barely make it through the front door most times. Seems like you're antsy for a little control, baby. I don't mind givin it to you. Just my teeth and hands to myself, you got it. But that's just for the first round.
โช he still can't believe christian grey is putting a damper on their prettied up sexting, but— โซ
Tween erotic literature. Like Twilight on steroids.
I mean, I wouldn't mind holding back your wrists with my tie. Would you let me?
โช what'd started as a conversation brewing eagerness in the pit of his belly has now come equipped with a ruby flush, blotching across his cheeks and flourishing over his chest like wildfire. damn, she paints a pretty picture—and there is no inch of her that he'd ever forget.
dean's not one to let many women have control, but peggy? yeah. he could do that. โซ
Oh yeah? You been planning all this out, huh? You tie me up and I can't promise I won't run my mouth, it's torture not to be able to touch you. Barely make it through the front door most times. Seems like you're antsy for a little control, baby. I don't mind givin it to you. Just my teeth and hands to myself, you got it. But that's just for the first round.
โช he still can't believe christian grey is putting a damper on their prettied up sexting, but— โซ
Tween erotic literature. Like Twilight on steroids.
I mean, I wouldn't mind holding back your wrists with my tie. Would you let me?
Take a joke.
( or else she might just have to start calling you "whinewhinewhinechester" instead of sam. )
Okay, let's get to it. Since I'm clearly going solo this year, thanks to Josie going all twindisposed on me, I currently have three equally amazing ideas:
( or else she might just have to start calling you "whinewhinewhinechester" instead of sam. )
Okay, let's get to it. Since I'm clearly going solo this year, thanks to Josie going all twindisposed on me, I currently have three equally amazing ideas:
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Mm. Something tells me you're stuck on the image of me in red, cariรฑo. Maybe I shouldn't tell you what I'm wearing tonight if we want to keep you from going crazy.
[ she knows every single one of your vulnerable points, dean winchester, and she's here to target all of them. ]
It's not 'whoever' so much as 'whatever'. Long patrol tonight. You could have appreciated it if you weren't so far away. Demons don't love my hard work nearly as much as you do.
[ she knows every single one of your vulnerable points, dean winchester, and she's here to target all of them. ]
It's not 'whoever' so much as 'whatever'. Long patrol tonight. You could have appreciated it if you weren't so far away. Demons don't love my hard work nearly as much as you do.
I think you've made a pretty good effort to have me stuck on the image of you in red.
( the lipstick, the bottom of her heels when he kneeled before her, the lingerie, her bronzed tone peeking through the lace—the death of him. she'd be his favorite way to go. )
Long patrol huh? Sounds like you might need a little company. Me not being there hasn't stopped us before. Or maybe some part of you hopes I'm on my way, and that's why you're wearing it in the first place.
( of course, he doesn't know what it is, exactly. but he's got a pretty good idea, and he sure as hell likes it. )
( the lipstick, the bottom of her heels when he kneeled before her, the lingerie, her bronzed tone peeking through the lace—the death of him. she'd be his favorite way to go. )
Long patrol huh? Sounds like you might need a little company. Me not being there hasn't stopped us before. Or maybe some part of you hopes I'm on my way, and that's why you're wearing it in the first place.
( of course, he doesn't know what it is, exactly. but he's got a pretty good idea, and he sure as hell likes it. )
What can I say? It's my specialty. I'm a woman of many talents.
[ more than anything, her bones scorch to heat at the mere thought that she haunts him as he does here — all the little marks he brands on her skin to declare i was here, and here, and here and the memories of warm, smooth skin wrapped in lace she trades him in exchange. ]
Maybe it's wishful thinking. Maybe you've been neglecting me for too long, and I'm out for revenge.
[ a joke, all in all. izzy understands the straining burden of his lifestyle better than most. ]
Or maybe I'm hoping you'll come here so I can hunt you instead.
[ more than anything, her bones scorch to heat at the mere thought that she haunts him as he does here — all the little marks he brands on her skin to declare i was here, and here, and here and the memories of warm, smooth skin wrapped in lace she trades him in exchange. ]
Maybe it's wishful thinking. Maybe you've been neglecting me for too long, and I'm out for revenge.
[ a joke, all in all. izzy understands the straining burden of his lifestyle better than most. ]
Or maybe I'm hoping you'll come here so I can hunt you instead.
I'm a lucky man to have experienced many of those talents.
( well, any plans he'd had for the night to get anything productive done were surely washed, but sammy usually did enough research for the two of them, and then some.
this electricity with her, it was reckless of him to get caught up in it. unfortunately, dean's not the best at doing better despite knowing better, and she's an indulgence he can't refuse. )
Neglecting you? We can't have that. Gotta say I didn't expect you to miss me so soon.
( granted, she swirls into his thoughts the moment he hits asphalt. really, she never leaves. )
What makes you so sure you'd be able to track me down before I found you? ( hunting, after all, was all he knew. the only thing he was good at. )
( well, any plans he'd had for the night to get anything productive done were surely washed, but sammy usually did enough research for the two of them, and then some.
this electricity with her, it was reckless of him to get caught up in it. unfortunately, dean's not the best at doing better despite knowing better, and she's an indulgence he can't refuse. )
Neglecting you? We can't have that. Gotta say I didn't expect you to miss me so soon.
( granted, she swirls into his thoughts the moment he hits asphalt. really, she never leaves. )
What makes you so sure you'd be able to track me down before I found you? ( hunting, after all, was all he knew. the only thing he was good at. )
I'm a lucky woman to have a lucky man that can keep up with those talents.
[ i always miss you blink across her screen, ready to send in a burst of vulnerable honesty. instead, she hastily deletes them, uncharacteristically uncertain of herself. it's too much like a sword through the heart to read them back to herself, in the end. ]
I can be very demanding when it comes to my needs. Who doesn't love to be the center of Dean Winchester's attention?
You're forgetting I have an advantage on you, queriรฑo, and I don't play fair when it comes to you. But if you think you can win against impossible odds ...
[ is she baiting him? absolutely, shamelessly so. ]
[ i always miss you blink across her screen, ready to send in a burst of vulnerable honesty. instead, she hastily deletes them, uncharacteristically uncertain of herself. it's too much like a sword through the heart to read them back to herself, in the end. ]
I can be very demanding when it comes to my needs. Who doesn't love to be the center of Dean Winchester's attention?
You're forgetting I have an advantage on you, queriรฑo, and I don't play fair when it comes to you. But if you think you can win against impossible odds ...
[ is she baiting him? absolutely, shamelessly so. ]
( maybe it's better she didn't. dean's not so great at vulnerability, even if he longs to hear it, something like that, even if it's all he wants is for something to tug at her to see him again. )
Yeah, that's something I know pretty fondly too. ( if anyone knew how she stripped his guard, how she made him forget all of the harrowing, endless shit that waited for him on the outside of... whatever it was they were doing. they probably wouldn't buy it. )
Can name a couple of things that definitely don't, but they don't get nearly the amount of attention you do. ( emphasis on the word 'things'. )
Everyone loves an underdog. Keep your advantage. I'm not sure it'll matter who found who when it comes down to it.
Yeah, that's something I know pretty fondly too. ( if anyone knew how she stripped his guard, how she made him forget all of the harrowing, endless shit that waited for him on the outside of... whatever it was they were doing. they probably wouldn't buy it. )
Can name a couple of things that definitely don't, but they don't get nearly the amount of attention you do. ( emphasis on the word 'things'. )
Everyone loves an underdog. Keep your advantage. I'm not sure it'll matter who found who when it comes down to it.
[ She's not sure how long they've already been at it, Sam and Julia trading another book filled with ancient texts and no answers. Her fingers trace the rim of her whiskey glass as she reads, trying to figure out how another Knight of Hell apparently came into existence when they were supposed to be wiped out.
Julia can't stop her eyes from wandering to Dean when the Latin phrases all start to meld together, barely registering Sam mentioning something about needing help with an Ancient Greek passage. Whatever was going on between herself and Dean wasn't something she spoke about openly. Especially not to his brother of all people. They had fun together whenever she was in town and she tried to be a safe place for him if he needed to vent his feelings... Though it usually wasn't verbal. But where he didn't talk, she did -- confided in him when he'd been at some of his lowest points. She didn't take his shit and she'd been in his shoes. Not the same situation, but being stripped of her soul and possessed, being forced to take a back seat while she watched atrocity after atrocity go down. People telling her she shouldn't blame herself, not understanding why she couldn't have been strong enough to fight it. Even if it had been an unkillable monster inside her.
She had no idea what emotions were going through his mind, but she had a guess of how he wanted to spend her first night back in the bunker. She runs her fingers through her long curls, brushing them out of her face as she returns her attention to Sam to help with the translation. But she can't stop the way her eyes keep drifting to the other brother, casually dipping a finger into her whiskey as she debates a word choice with Sam before bringing her finger to her lips.
If he needed to escape, she was ready to indulge him as soon as she and Sam hit a natural stopping point. Could be hours from now, but she'd make it worth his while. The hours cemented into place once she genuinely gets caught up in a theory from Sam, jumping to her feet to walk around and grab one of the books she'd brought with her near Dean -- remembering something she'd seen in passing. Her knee-length sweater billows behind her, pulling away from her black tank top and jeans. She's never not in enchanted heels, the sound echoing in the large room as she walks. Pulling out the chair next to him, she quickly sits, flipping through the pages as she calls names and phrases out to Sam while he takes notes. Her concentration is completely dedicated to the pages, already reaching for another book as she and Sam follow another idea that could be a possible lead.
Even this close to him, she's already distracted again -- giving his thigh a quick squeeze under the table before she throws herself fully into translating Aramaic on the fly. ]
Julia can't stop her eyes from wandering to Dean when the Latin phrases all start to meld together, barely registering Sam mentioning something about needing help with an Ancient Greek passage. Whatever was going on between herself and Dean wasn't something she spoke about openly. Especially not to his brother of all people. They had fun together whenever she was in town and she tried to be a safe place for him if he needed to vent his feelings... Though it usually wasn't verbal. But where he didn't talk, she did -- confided in him when he'd been at some of his lowest points. She didn't take his shit and she'd been in his shoes. Not the same situation, but being stripped of her soul and possessed, being forced to take a back seat while she watched atrocity after atrocity go down. People telling her she shouldn't blame herself, not understanding why she couldn't have been strong enough to fight it. Even if it had been an unkillable monster inside her.
She had no idea what emotions were going through his mind, but she had a guess of how he wanted to spend her first night back in the bunker. She runs her fingers through her long curls, brushing them out of her face as she returns her attention to Sam to help with the translation. But she can't stop the way her eyes keep drifting to the other brother, casually dipping a finger into her whiskey as she debates a word choice with Sam before bringing her finger to her lips.
If he needed to escape, she was ready to indulge him as soon as she and Sam hit a natural stopping point. Could be hours from now, but she'd make it worth his while. The hours cemented into place once she genuinely gets caught up in a theory from Sam, jumping to her feet to walk around and grab one of the books she'd brought with her near Dean -- remembering something she'd seen in passing. Her knee-length sweater billows behind her, pulling away from her black tank top and jeans. She's never not in enchanted heels, the sound echoing in the large room as she walks. Pulling out the chair next to him, she quickly sits, flipping through the pages as she calls names and phrases out to Sam while he takes notes. Her concentration is completely dedicated to the pages, already reaching for another book as she and Sam follow another idea that could be a possible lead.
Even this close to him, she's already distracted again -- giving his thigh a quick squeeze under the table before she throws herself fully into translating Aramaic on the fly. ]
( this was just another reason why the bunker should've been off limits to everyone but cas, and even then his judgment was questionable. dean's mostly gotten past the fact that she's a witch—she's saved their asses more than once and proved herself trusthworthy for the most part, but he's never one to go all in, regardless. the moment you let your guard down is the moment shit goes south. he's learned it time and time again; a certain red-haired witch didn't really help matters, either.
as it stands, her knowledge of the ancient languages scrawled within dozens of the books compacted within the bunker's library was an asset. paired with sam's neutron brain, they're a hell of a lot closer to cracking in on this bastard than they would've been just the two of them alone. dean may not be able to decode the literature, but he's taking to scouring the systems—checking outages, security cameras, power fluxes, anything that might help them lay down a track and figure out where this thing was headed—the why could wait.
thing is, he could be a hell of a lot more productive if she didn't keep eying him from across the table, pressing her hair to the side and wafting over scarves of that perfume she wore each time. sam doesn't seem phased, and luckily as was usual, had his nose too far buried within the books to notice the exchanged glances turned to stares, almost like a contest as to who would give out first. typically he'd have a lot more restraint, but all it takes is a flit of his gaze down to the plush of those lips and he can see them wrapped around him with his fist in her hair. he can count on one hand the number of women he's slept with more than once, and it's for all the reasons opposite of her.
she doesn't ask questions. doesn't expect him to talk. doesn't try and fix him; she takes and she gives in equal parts, and knows how to walk out that door.
an hour turns to four, and he's near calling it quits for the night when the sound of her heels tutting against the floor calls his attention, unashamedly trailing her as she ventured for a book, settling herself then at his side. he knows full and well that it's intentional, and those lithe fingers of hers scoring up along his thigh only confirm the same. his jaw tightens—but it's childs play as far as cracking his composure. if she wanted to play dirty and wither him down right here in front of his own brother, he certainly wasn't one to be a pawn. he shifts a little, legs bowed beneath the table as he leans back, merely coming off a change in posture, but it enables him to reach his own hand beneath the table without sammy's knowledge, only he's not so shy.
he wastes no time in drawing two fingers up to the hem just at the apex of her thighs, restraining a groan at the heat that permeates there. otherwise, he doesn't take a single look away from his laptop, applying a bit of pressure against that sweet spot to let her know: i'm game. )
as it stands, her knowledge of the ancient languages scrawled within dozens of the books compacted within the bunker's library was an asset. paired with sam's neutron brain, they're a hell of a lot closer to cracking in on this bastard than they would've been just the two of them alone. dean may not be able to decode the literature, but he's taking to scouring the systems—checking outages, security cameras, power fluxes, anything that might help them lay down a track and figure out where this thing was headed—the why could wait.
thing is, he could be a hell of a lot more productive if she didn't keep eying him from across the table, pressing her hair to the side and wafting over scarves of that perfume she wore each time. sam doesn't seem phased, and luckily as was usual, had his nose too far buried within the books to notice the exchanged glances turned to stares, almost like a contest as to who would give out first. typically he'd have a lot more restraint, but all it takes is a flit of his gaze down to the plush of those lips and he can see them wrapped around him with his fist in her hair. he can count on one hand the number of women he's slept with more than once, and it's for all the reasons opposite of her.
she doesn't ask questions. doesn't expect him to talk. doesn't try and fix him; she takes and she gives in equal parts, and knows how to walk out that door.
an hour turns to four, and he's near calling it quits for the night when the sound of her heels tutting against the floor calls his attention, unashamedly trailing her as she ventured for a book, settling herself then at his side. he knows full and well that it's intentional, and those lithe fingers of hers scoring up along his thigh only confirm the same. his jaw tightens—but it's childs play as far as cracking his composure. if she wanted to play dirty and wither him down right here in front of his own brother, he certainly wasn't one to be a pawn. he shifts a little, legs bowed beneath the table as he leans back, merely coming off a change in posture, but it enables him to reach his own hand beneath the table without sammy's knowledge, only he's not so shy.
he wastes no time in drawing two fingers up to the hem just at the apex of her thighs, restraining a groan at the heat that permeates there. otherwise, he doesn't take a single look away from his laptop, applying a bit of pressure against that sweet spot to let her know: i'm game. )
[ Maintaining her composure was part of the game, needing to focus through just about anything life had to throw at her as she concentrated on a spell. It was going to take a lot more than a hand between her legs over her jeans to earn a rise from her. Especially when she was onto something.
She had no intention of making this easy for Dean, her voice steady as she continues reading to Sam, spitballing ideas back and forth. Well, two could play at that game. Putting down the book, she keeps talking, crossing her legs as she leans back -- trapping his hand. Her fingers trail up his thigh, dragging a nail slowly over the zipper of his jeans before she palms him through his pants carefully. There was no need to call too much attention from Sam, though he hadn't looked up from his notes in the last few minutes. But, she didn't need to test it.
Besides, she was extremely capable of multitasking. If Dean was going to distract her, he'd need to work a bit harder. ]
She had no intention of making this easy for Dean, her voice steady as she continues reading to Sam, spitballing ideas back and forth. Well, two could play at that game. Putting down the book, she keeps talking, crossing her legs as she leans back -- trapping his hand. Her fingers trail up his thigh, dragging a nail slowly over the zipper of his jeans before she palms him through his pants carefully. There was no need to call too much attention from Sam, though he hadn't looked up from his notes in the last few minutes. But, she didn't need to test it.
Besides, she was extremely capable of multitasking. If Dean was going to distract her, he'd need to work a bit harder. ]
( fortunately for her, he's just getting started. besides, it's not as if her memory is sore enough to remember what it is he's capable of giving her when others aren't watching, when she isn't cutting him off with a kitten-like move such as crossing her legs, leaving his fingers clamped between. he suppresses a chuckle, clearing his throat and cloaking it with a short guzzle from his beer. at the end of the day, the harder she makes this for him, the less she gets. it's only a matter of time before sammy hits his bedtime.
then her nail trails his zipper, and she gives a hearty palm right over the bulge of him beneath his briefs, giving a thick swallow as he tabs to another page. if she wants to keep him from getting to her outside of her jeans, he'll just have to find a way inside, thumbing up til he finds their fastening, popping the button and managing to work the zipper down an inch or so. )
Hang on— ( he interrupts them curtly, shifting his chair closer to her as if to get a glance himself at the foreign lines. )
Think I've seen that somewhere. ( course, it's bullshit, but in leaning forward it allows him to make a bit more of an aggressive move, tugging the denim to let the zipper down fully. it's enough that he can get the pad of his middle finger to the hood of her clit, waiting til sam's irritation at the interruption dissolves back to them calling out their nonsense back and forth. it's then he gives pressure to the touch, rotating in a small circle. )
then her nail trails his zipper, and she gives a hearty palm right over the bulge of him beneath his briefs, giving a thick swallow as he tabs to another page. if she wants to keep him from getting to her outside of her jeans, he'll just have to find a way inside, thumbing up til he finds their fastening, popping the button and managing to work the zipper down an inch or so. )
Hang on— ( he interrupts them curtly, shifting his chair closer to her as if to get a glance himself at the foreign lines. )
Think I've seen that somewhere. ( course, it's bullshit, but in leaning forward it allows him to make a bit more of an aggressive move, tugging the denim to let the zipper down fully. it's enough that he can get the pad of his middle finger to the hood of her clit, waiting til sam's irritation at the interruption dissolves back to them calling out their nonsense back and forth. it's then he gives pressure to the touch, rotating in a small circle. )
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[ Oh, she remembers. And she gives as good as she gets, a point of pride for her. No one's ever accused her of being a pillow princess and she'd like to keep it that way.
Her small victory is short-lived when he shifts closer to her and oh fuck. She keeps her gaze fixed on Dean as he joins the conversation, pulling a book closer as her breathing finally falters just a bit. Nothing noticeable to anyone but the man with his hands down her pants -- especially with Sam's quick disregard as he dives back into thinking out loud.
Julia's jaw clenches, a quick decision made. Fine, two could play this game. She leans back a bit in the chair, picking up a pencil so she has something to fidget with as Dean begins to work her over. As quietly as possible, she begins to pull at the closure of his jeans and works to get the zipper down as far as she can while she talks. ]
I'm not saying you're right, Sam, because I think this warrants a lot more thought... But, some extremely dangerous and dark magic with enough power behind it can resurrect just about anything. Especially if the suggestions in the Greek text is correct. Most in that pantheon are dead and all that power has to go somewhere to maintain the balance.
[ She can already feel herself already wanting Sam to leave so she can just swing a leg over Dean's lap and get straight to it. But, the researcher in her is also very invested in the spitballing, throwing ideas at the wall to see what sticks.
Feigning looking at the page, she lets her head drop, her hair obscuring her face as her hips shift slightly against his fingers as he circles her clit, her hand finally settling on her mark. Deftly, she runs a nail down the length of his cock, flicking her thumb over the tip once she reaches it. Wrapping her fingers around him would draw too much attention, Dean currently having the advantage. For now. ]
Her small victory is short-lived when he shifts closer to her and oh fuck. She keeps her gaze fixed on Dean as he joins the conversation, pulling a book closer as her breathing finally falters just a bit. Nothing noticeable to anyone but the man with his hands down her pants -- especially with Sam's quick disregard as he dives back into thinking out loud.
Julia's jaw clenches, a quick decision made. Fine, two could play this game. She leans back a bit in the chair, picking up a pencil so she has something to fidget with as Dean begins to work her over. As quietly as possible, she begins to pull at the closure of his jeans and works to get the zipper down as far as she can while she talks. ]
I'm not saying you're right, Sam, because I think this warrants a lot more thought... But, some extremely dangerous and dark magic with enough power behind it can resurrect just about anything. Especially if the suggestions in the Greek text is correct. Most in that pantheon are dead and all that power has to go somewhere to maintain the balance.
[ She can already feel herself already wanting Sam to leave so she can just swing a leg over Dean's lap and get straight to it. But, the researcher in her is also very invested in the spitballing, throwing ideas at the wall to see what sticks.
Feigning looking at the page, she lets her head drop, her hair obscuring her face as her hips shift slightly against his fingers as he circles her clit, her hand finally settling on her mark. Deftly, she runs a nail down the length of his cock, flicking her thumb over the tip once she reaches it. Wrapping her fingers around him would draw too much attention, Dean currently having the advantage. For now. ]
( he certainly wouldn't deny that. their romps were nothing short of worth the time that spanned between. dean wasn't a stranger to casual hookups, nor was he to spending more than one night with the same woman—it came with too many complications. but as it stands, she's mixed up in those complications herself, so it makes it all a little easier, a little more thoughtless.
he hears that little bite to her breath, how it stutters at the back of her throat before she allows herself to settle back against the wooden chair. he can't help but to think how he wouldn't mind fucking her against it, but he'll blame that on her own devilish touch finding a way to work his cock without even directly getting her hands on it. he's already started to stiffen, sure she can feel the way he swells against that damned nail dragging down along the fabric of his briefs.
it's when her touch catches at the tip that he sees little sparks of white, lip furling subtly enough that it'd appear no more than an in-thought tick.
truthfully, he has no idea what the hell they're talking about, and at the moment, he doesn't care. he keeps that pressure at her clit, breaking the momentum only to dip that fingertip lower, pressing only half an inch or so inside of her through the thin layer of her panties, before it slides back. he's practiced enough to know that steadiness and consistency wins the race he's currently bargaining for, rolling his touch right over that bundle of nerves. )
he hears that little bite to her breath, how it stutters at the back of her throat before she allows herself to settle back against the wooden chair. he can't help but to think how he wouldn't mind fucking her against it, but he'll blame that on her own devilish touch finding a way to work his cock without even directly getting her hands on it. he's already started to stiffen, sure she can feel the way he swells against that damned nail dragging down along the fabric of his briefs.
it's when her touch catches at the tip that he sees little sparks of white, lip furling subtly enough that it'd appear no more than an in-thought tick.
truthfully, he has no idea what the hell they're talking about, and at the moment, he doesn't care. he keeps that pressure at her clit, breaking the momentum only to dip that fingertip lower, pressing only half an inch or so inside of her through the thin layer of her panties, before it slides back. he's practiced enough to know that steadiness and consistency wins the race he's currently bargaining for, rolling his touch right over that bundle of nerves. )
[ Julia wasn't the type to have casual hookups, she came with too many dangers for the average person. One wrong move and that would be more blood on her hands of people who'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time in her orbit. So, the little escapes with Dean weren't something to complain about. He got it and in this world, that was rare.
It takes a lot of effort to focus, to listen and continue the conversation without missing a beat. But, she can feel him reacting to her touch -- glad she's not the only one getting worked up.
Sam responds and she catches the first bit. At least until Dean's finger dips lower and her brain sort of short circuits as he presses into her, her own hand stilling at the waistband of his briefs. She can't stop herself from licking her lips, capturing her lower one in a feigned appearance of thought -- grateful for often worrying her lower lip when brainstorming so it doesn't stand out. Her legs fall open, fighting the urge to make a noise when Dean's hand moves again, Sam catching her attention with her name. She clears her throat, adjusting as she continues her earlier trajectory and slips her hand into the waistband of his briefs.
Sam was asking her something, but she's been far away from this conversation for the last bit. Mention of possibly trying to summon a lesser God to get some intel -- an idea Julia wouldn't be opposed to if that's actually what he'd said. But, she doesn't want to guess... So, she does what she does best in these types of situations. She redirects, trying to shift Sam's attention away from herself by brushing her hair out of her face with her unoccupied hand and looking at Dean. She speaks as she slowly slides her fingers around him until she has him in a firm grip. ]
You know, I'd love to hear Dean's take on it. [ She cants her head to the side slightly, a smirk finding her lips as she watches him. Julia makes a point to mimic the swirling motions she's done with her tongue when she reaches the tip again -- covering her movements as she shifts again in the seat. This was her attempt to even the playing field and drag him back in, at least for a minute. Get rid of the unfair advantage he had of being able to totally slack off during research discussions. ]
Wouldn't want you to feel left out of the conversation.
It takes a lot of effort to focus, to listen and continue the conversation without missing a beat. But, she can feel him reacting to her touch -- glad she's not the only one getting worked up.
Sam responds and she catches the first bit. At least until Dean's finger dips lower and her brain sort of short circuits as he presses into her, her own hand stilling at the waistband of his briefs. She can't stop herself from licking her lips, capturing her lower one in a feigned appearance of thought -- grateful for often worrying her lower lip when brainstorming so it doesn't stand out. Her legs fall open, fighting the urge to make a noise when Dean's hand moves again, Sam catching her attention with her name. She clears her throat, adjusting as she continues her earlier trajectory and slips her hand into the waistband of his briefs.
Sam was asking her something, but she's been far away from this conversation for the last bit. Mention of possibly trying to summon a lesser God to get some intel -- an idea Julia wouldn't be opposed to if that's actually what he'd said. But, she doesn't want to guess... So, she does what she does best in these types of situations. She redirects, trying to shift Sam's attention away from herself by brushing her hair out of her face with her unoccupied hand and looking at Dean. She speaks as she slowly slides her fingers around him until she has him in a firm grip. ]
You know, I'd love to hear Dean's take on it. [ She cants her head to the side slightly, a smirk finding her lips as she watches him. Julia makes a point to mimic the swirling motions she's done with her tongue when she reaches the tip again -- covering her movements as she shifts again in the seat. This was her attempt to even the playing field and drag him back in, at least for a minute. Get rid of the unfair advantage he had of being able to totally slack off during research discussions. ]
Wouldn't want you to feel left out of the conversation.
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