<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/392YqYU.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jules McCallistar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16050172#msg16050172)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Living Room>Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Navy blazer, light-washed jeans, Rocky Mountain High t-shirt (https://www.crazydogtshirts.com/products/colorado-get-rocky-mountain-high-mens-tshirt?variant=14358909911085,)  worn brown Docs<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: None<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Most Directly: Rose, But also: All<hr/><br/>Rose had definitely captured Jules attention as she she moved in closer. For at least a few moments, it was all he could do not to lift his hands and caress her, to feel the bit of flesh at her abdomen as the blazer drifted open and exposed a bit more of her. She locked her eyes with his, and Jules couldn’t help but return the favor. They’d be dancing around this for the better part of the last hour, and while Jules knew he’d been a bit selfish in requiring her to kiss him, he couldn’t help but feel like he was going to maximize his first winning hand of the night.<br/><br/><strong>“Disney friendly, huh?”</strong>he said, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes.<strong>“I mean, I think we passed that point back at the body shots, but whatever you say, Rose.” </strong>Jules inhaled deeply, feeling the soft press of Rose’s hand on his chest. Her hand was small, but the pressure was firm, almost insistent. There was something decidedly not Disney friendly behind it. Rose took the impetus to answer the question, but Jules couldn’t help but weigh in. Likewise, however, he didn’t turn his gaze towards Donavon and Diane, preferring instead to stay focused on Rose as she lingered against him.<strong>“Keep it consensual, but otherwise, y’all are adults who can sort it, I’m sure.” </strong>He smiled at Rose again.<strong>“And if she offers you a freebie, too, take it man. Take. It.”</strong><br/><br/>It mattered little, though. Diane had already made her move. Jules stole the slightest glance in that direction, realized it, and came right back to Rose.<strong>“What’s next?” </strong>he repeated. Realizing quickly that Rose had posed that question directly to him, he pushed his teeth into his lower lip for a moment, then slipped a hand to her hip, just under the cover of the blazer. He used that grip to pull her gently towards him, and pushed his mouth to hers, their lips meeting in a swift, warm embrace. He moved his bottom lip under hers, suckling gently as he pulled back, his hand loosening, fingers dragging across her flesh before coming back out from under the blazer.<br/><br/><strong>“Maybe that’s what’s next?” </strong>he said, smirking up at her.<br/>