Julia wouldn't have minded the roughness, or even a little bit of thrall so long as it wasn't a permanent fixture. No, she didn't have it in her to permanently belong to anyone, which may have been one of the reasons that she had chosen to be unaligned as well. Nope, no thank you belonging to the Ashe or the Morrigan or any number of elder fae who had survived into this timeline. But perhaps with someone like Bo for a little while? That could be quite fun indeed. Rough was practically Julia's middle name, and she didn't want to leave anything off the table.

Especially not breaking rules. Julia had laughed into the wind as they drove, her head thrown back and without a care as if she was daring the fates to come and stop the evening that certainly seemed to be in the cards for her. Let the world come and move, because she was going to end it having a gratuitous amount of sex with the woman next her, come hell, high water or act of the gods themselves. This was something that was simply too good to miss.

When they ended up at Bo's place, and she got a lap full of the woman, Julia traced her fingers very slowly down the other woman's spine. It started with just the soft back of her knuckles into a little bite of her nails. Not enough to draw blood, of course, just enough for there to be the taste of sharpness in the soft. The hand not on Bo's back traced along the satin where dress met thigh, pressing under it for a second and then pulling back out before she spoke against Bo's lips. "I think it was right about here."