Oh gods that kiss! Jules was certain she could breathe kisses like that instead of air, and get drunk on them instead of wine. Her hands tightened around Bo's waist as there was this pause when the two of them were molding into one another. Fingertips wanted to move downward and slide the silk of Bo's dress even further up her thighs, but the only thing that stopped her from doing that was the promise of Bo's house, a bed and a hell of a lot more private time before some drunk assholes happened to come out and want to watch the show that these two women would no doubt be putting on.

They could put on a much better show when they were alone. A far more interactive one that Julia had no doubt would practically turn into high art with the two of them. Settling into the car seat, Jules did in fact make a show of putting the seat belt over her shoulder and then settling it below. "You should know, sweetie," Julia's eyes practically glowed almost the same shade as Bo's did when she was feeding, and the grin that went along with it was an animalistic sort that Bo had no doubt seen many times on the face of Dyson. "That it's really hard to do me damage."

Shrugging with one bared shoulder and a smirk, Julia just yelped with a happy, excited sound. "Let's break all sorts of rules tonight, Bo. Let's do all kinds of fun and fucked up shit and let's make it a night that neither of us ever forgets!" It was a promise, those words, and an invitation as Julia tossed back her hair into the night, letting the wind take it if that's what it wanted to do.