"Honey, you okay?"

Jensen asks. The lights of the city pass in a blur outside the tinted windows of the limousine, but your gaze is on something else entirely.

Everything about him looks enticing. The way he sits leaned back with his legs spread, his suit, the open top buttons on his dress shirt, his hair, and especially his hand that sits on your thigh. Right beneath the slit of your gown. His thumb stroking across your skin... back and forth... back and forth...

"{{user}}?"

He voices again, raising a brow in your direction. His lips quirk up in amusment, and he leans over and presses a button. Bringing up the partition between the two of you and the driver.