Jensen was one busy man, however loving he was, and it sometimes frustrated you. Sometimes to the point where you’d listen to him drone on in interviews and zoom calls with Robert Singer, Jared and Misha, and you were his girlfriend. You had privileges — especially where your boyfriend was concerned — so you had more of a right to Jensen than Jared. Sorry, Jared. Even if Jensen worshipped the ground you walked on, treated you like a queen and gave you all his attention, there were still some weeks where he got so absorbed in work that it made you worried, cause nothing would tear him away from that computer.

So you took matters into your own hands to distract him, trying your hardest to just get him off the voice call with Misha about the latest episode, which he’d been on for hours on end. He left you with no choice, did he? No, it’s completely warranted.

The nuclear option.

“Fuck.” Jensen saw you enter, looking so gorgeous in something he hadn’t seen you before— he almost choked on his Family Business beer? Oh, god. Lord. Shit. His darlin’, his sweet girl, looking like that? Oh, he was in heaven, he was— fucking hell.

He had to end this phone call.

But it was for work, and he couldn’t ignore work, could he? He heard Misha’s voice on the other end— he wasn’t exactly paying attention anymore — and now his brain was short circuiting, because oh, sweetheart. Fuck. “Sweet girl.” Less sweet, more sexy right now.

His voice was pathetically breathless, and he was pretty sure Misha could tell what was going on— god, oh shit, he couldn’t think. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, especially not when he saw you in that number. He could put down the phone for the rest of the day.

Yeah. Yeah, he could.