[Dean was glad Sam got a booth table. She could stay pressed up against him, thigh to thigh. It was definitely a beer night. Anything stronger might lower her inhibitions a little too much, considering how nearly naked she was already.]

[As soon as she felt the vibrations start up again, she closed her eyes and bit her lip, thighs rubbing together lightly. The rubbing motion tugged on the clit clamp, not really helping all that much. After a second, she opened her eyes and looked up at him, eyes still dark and wanting. Her voice was soft to not be overheard.] Having a good time?