[ 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. ]
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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. ]