[ He doesn't leave her waiting long, although she was wondering if she was going to have to play dumb for a second if it was Sam getting up before Dean -- either dipping into a room or getting turned around. Or slipping off her heels and wrapping the shadows around herself in the hopes of not being noticed.
She can hear the deep timber of their voices, knowing if she hadn't been jacking off Dean under the table, she'd still be in there with him. Pouring over the books older than what's available on the internet and scrambling for an answer -- a way to possibly save Dean before he either gets dragged back in or killed. But, too many near death experiences have taught her that staying up too late with research only hurts everyone in the long run. That relaxation and sleep could make just about anything easier to process. It was strange how being in an almost perpetual state of crisis can make just about anything seem tame. Death knights coming back? Easy. Hell, after moving the literal moon and dealing with her being angry paired with moon sickness from staying up for 3 days? Cake walk.
It made letting her guard down enough to play whatever game she was attempting with Dean easier. He all but stalks towards her and her body tightens in anticipation -- ready for him to be aggressive after the demonstration earlier. And he doesn't dissapoint. The button all but pops off of her jeans when he tears them open, barely swallowing a moan as she grips onto his shirt. In the shadows of the hallway, she doesn't hold back, melting into the kiss as she tears open his pants. Julia lets him call the shots for now, a balance of give and take -- it was just her turn to take in the hallway. Long brown curls tangle around his hair, having worn it down specifically for him. Along with the easy access tanktop and the thin underwear and quick to shove aside push up bra. Whether he uses her hair to pull her to the right spot to fuck her or drag her to her knees, she has no interest in stopping him. She didn't mind it getting rough when it was on her own terms, knowing a single word would get Dean to back off. But she'd worked him up for a reason tonight, to blow off steam in a way conversations with his brother never could.
She catches his lower lip in her teeth, giving it a light pull as she frees him of his briefs. ]
Never learned how. [ Her fingers wrap around him, grip firm and confident as she smirks against his lips -- already having to concentrate a bit too much on whispering. ] What're you gonna do about it?
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She can hear the deep timber of their voices, knowing if she hadn't been jacking off Dean under the table, she'd still be in there with him. Pouring over the books older than what's available on the internet and scrambling for an answer -- a way to possibly save Dean before he either gets dragged back in or killed. But, too many near death experiences have taught her that staying up too late with research only hurts everyone in the long run. That relaxation and sleep could make just about anything easier to process. It was strange how being in an almost perpetual state of crisis can make just about anything seem tame. Death knights coming back? Easy. Hell, after moving the literal moon and dealing with her being angry paired with moon sickness from staying up for 3 days? Cake walk.
It made letting her guard down enough to play whatever game she was attempting with Dean easier. He all but stalks towards her and her body tightens in anticipation -- ready for him to be aggressive after the demonstration earlier. And he doesn't dissapoint. The button all but pops off of her jeans when he tears them open, barely swallowing a moan as she grips onto his shirt. In the shadows of the hallway, she doesn't hold back, melting into the kiss as she tears open his pants. Julia lets him call the shots for now, a balance of give and take -- it was just her turn to take in the hallway. Long brown curls tangle around his hair, having worn it down specifically for him. Along with the easy access tanktop and the thin underwear and quick to shove aside push up bra. Whether he uses her hair to pull her to the right spot to fuck her or drag her to her knees, she has no interest in stopping him. She didn't mind it getting rough when it was on her own terms, knowing a single word would get Dean to back off. But she'd worked him up for a reason tonight, to blow off steam in a way conversations with his brother never could.
She catches his lower lip in her teeth, giving it a light pull as she frees him of his briefs. ]
Never learned how. [ Her fingers wrap around him, grip firm and confident as she smirks against his lips -- already having to concentrate a bit too much on whispering. ] What're you gonna do about it?