[ 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.
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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.