Julia was not ashamed to admit that if Bo had suggested it that she would have fucked her as easily in that car as she might have done so on the dance floor, or indeed anywhere at all. Sex was something that had always come easily to the blond, ever since he could remember from her teenage days, but this had a promise of more than simply just that little bump of pleasure that a good fuck happened to bring. Already, Julia was breaking all sorts of rules for the woman who was pulling her along.

The wolf's first rule had always been bringing someone back to her own place. Despite the fae world being nicer and more sanitized, it was still quite the fae world, filled with all of the idiosyncrasies and traps that went along with being involved with one another. Some people could be very not nice, and Julia had no intention of becoming someone's pet without her consent.

Becoming someone's pet with her consent was more than welcome, of course. That was part of the fun.

And yet, despite her first and only rule, she followed Bo into her house, her fingers caressing the hand that held onto her own. It was a simple touch, but one that was filled with a searing sort of heat. It was the sort of touch that chased away winter all at once, and the sort of touch that curled all the way down around her middle like a purring cat that refused to let go. The touch wasn't even all that sexual, and gods help her when it changed. There was certainly going to be a large amount of screaming, that was one thing Julia was sure of.

Which is why she stopped just inside the door and kissed Bo once again, pressing a word into amoung tongue and teeth. "Promise?"