Happy birthday + a Small Graces snippet (SPN fic)
Nelly,
♥
on your birthday, I'd like to wish you all that is good and beautiful :) And also, that this year will be better than the last one, and that we will spend even more time together than we did in last 10 months ;)
♥, so much :)
And as a birthday gift - a snippet of the fic I'm writing for you :D (still 4.5 chapters away from finishing it XD)
Small Graces
Supernatural, AU since 4.11,
Castiel/Ruby, ~770 words, NC-17
for my darling novin_ha ♥
04. Crossroads
Sleep has been an uneasy friend of late; some nights Ruby manages to fall asleep minutes after she comes, but more often than not she lies awake for hours, listening to the cars passing underneath the window and to the angel’s calm breathing.
Since Anna’s death, he hasn’t left her alone for a single night; she’s not sure whether, in the eyes of Heaven, she warrants that kind of protection, but never asks for a different reason of his staying. She knows quite well that when the Apocalypse hits, he will be called to join the armies of Heaven, and leave without hesitation. Then, it will be only a matter of days before someone decides to kill her; she only wonders whom she pissed off worse, and who will get to her first, an angel or a demon.
She moves closer to the angel, turning on her side, and, almost reflexively, strokes his back and shoulders. He isn’t asleep (she still cannot tell if he sleeps at all); she feels him tense in surprise, and then relax.
She wants to survive throughout the end of times; that’s the main reason for her thinking of seeking salvation, not an altruistic wish to be nice and help the world. Creatures like her are driven by fears and desires, she heard some hunter say that, a long time ago. Of course, that might fit humans and even angels as well - even though the latter add their faith and their sense of duty to the mix - but the fact remains, her very design leaves little room for her to become good.
She’s unable to tell if the angel realizes that; if he knows that her motivation is far poorer than her deeds may be.
She continues to stroke his back, gently at first, then pressing a little stronger on the back of his neck, his shoulder blades, and then lower down his spine. His breathing hitches, and then, although he tries to inhale normally again, it becomes quicker and more shallow. Ruby smiles.
“I really like touching you,” she whispers, leaning into his ear, her hands moving lower down his back. When she touches his ass, Castiel catches breath sharply.
“Careful,” he warns her. Ruby continues to gently stroke his buttocks, at the same time reaching out to touch his cock; she finds him quite hard already.
“I think about you a lot when you are not here,” she says, her hands moving in slow rhythm. His shallow breaths are making her cunt tingle with desire. “About your mouth and your hands, and your cock.” She presses herself against him, rubbing her breasts and stomach against his back. “About you fucking me, so deep and hard, and good.”
She presses her fingers stronger against his perineum, and he reacts at once, firmly moving her hands away. He then turns around and pushes her against the pillows, pinning her hands above her head. Ruby makes a surprised sound, and arches her back to press herself against him. Beyond that, she is unable to move, and the thought makes her even wetter; she loves how much stronger than her the angel is, and how easily he can overpower her.
He leans down and kisses her for a long moment, slowly but thoroughly.
“Please,” Ruby says, when his lips touch her neck. “Please, fuck me now.”
Castiel responds by running his tongue over first her left, and then her right breast; she moans, and rocks her hips violently against him, his strong grip on her wrists making any other movement impossible.
“Please,” she gasps out.
“Spread your legs,” he orders, rising slightly above her. When she complies, he enters her in one move, his lack of patience betraying how much he wants her. Ruby sighs happily, and then begins to moan in earnest, as he fucks her deep and fast.
“Oh yes… oh, just like that,” she manages, but after that, it’s only wordless moans, coming quicker and louder by the second. She embraces him with her legs, pushing him even deeper inside her. Castiel gasps at that, and his thrusts become even harder, before they both come, violently, seconds apart from each other.
They kiss for a while after, and Castiel holds her gently, letting her relax and compose herself.
“You should sleep, Ruby,” he tells her, holding her close. She shivers.
“I’m afraid,” she says, hating herself for how vulnerable she suddenly sounds.
He is quiet for a moment, and then lays a gentle kiss on her forehead. Ruby feels her thoughts scurrying away, and her eyelids becoming heavy.
Her sleep is sound and dreamless.
*
♥
on your birthday, I'd like to wish you all that is good and beautiful :) And also, that this year will be better than the last one, and that we will spend even more time together than we did in last 10 months ;)
♥, so much :)
And as a birthday gift - a snippet of the fic I'm writing for you :D (still 4.5 chapters away from finishing it XD)
Small Graces
Supernatural, AU since 4.11,
Castiel/Ruby, ~770 words, NC-17
for my darling novin_ha ♥
04. Crossroads
Sleep has been an uneasy friend of late; some nights Ruby manages to fall asleep minutes after she comes, but more often than not she lies awake for hours, listening to the cars passing underneath the window and to the angel’s calm breathing.
Since Anna’s death, he hasn’t left her alone for a single night; she’s not sure whether, in the eyes of Heaven, she warrants that kind of protection, but never asks for a different reason of his staying. She knows quite well that when the Apocalypse hits, he will be called to join the armies of Heaven, and leave without hesitation. Then, it will be only a matter of days before someone decides to kill her; she only wonders whom she pissed off worse, and who will get to her first, an angel or a demon.
She moves closer to the angel, turning on her side, and, almost reflexively, strokes his back and shoulders. He isn’t asleep (she still cannot tell if he sleeps at all); she feels him tense in surprise, and then relax.
She wants to survive throughout the end of times; that’s the main reason for her thinking of seeking salvation, not an altruistic wish to be nice and help the world. Creatures like her are driven by fears and desires, she heard some hunter say that, a long time ago. Of course, that might fit humans and even angels as well - even though the latter add their faith and their sense of duty to the mix - but the fact remains, her very design leaves little room for her to become good.
She’s unable to tell if the angel realizes that; if he knows that her motivation is far poorer than her deeds may be.
She continues to stroke his back, gently at first, then pressing a little stronger on the back of his neck, his shoulder blades, and then lower down his spine. His breathing hitches, and then, although he tries to inhale normally again, it becomes quicker and more shallow. Ruby smiles.
“I really like touching you,” she whispers, leaning into his ear, her hands moving lower down his back. When she touches his ass, Castiel catches breath sharply.
“Careful,” he warns her. Ruby continues to gently stroke his buttocks, at the same time reaching out to touch his cock; she finds him quite hard already.
“I think about you a lot when you are not here,” she says, her hands moving in slow rhythm. His shallow breaths are making her cunt tingle with desire. “About your mouth and your hands, and your cock.” She presses herself against him, rubbing her breasts and stomach against his back. “About you fucking me, so deep and hard, and good.”
She presses her fingers stronger against his perineum, and he reacts at once, firmly moving her hands away. He then turns around and pushes her against the pillows, pinning her hands above her head. Ruby makes a surprised sound, and arches her back to press herself against him. Beyond that, she is unable to move, and the thought makes her even wetter; she loves how much stronger than her the angel is, and how easily he can overpower her.
He leans down and kisses her for a long moment, slowly but thoroughly.
“Please,” Ruby says, when his lips touch her neck. “Please, fuck me now.”
Castiel responds by running his tongue over first her left, and then her right breast; she moans, and rocks her hips violently against him, his strong grip on her wrists making any other movement impossible.
“Please,” she gasps out.
“Spread your legs,” he orders, rising slightly above her. When she complies, he enters her in one move, his lack of patience betraying how much he wants her. Ruby sighs happily, and then begins to moan in earnest, as he fucks her deep and fast.
“Oh yes… oh, just like that,” she manages, but after that, it’s only wordless moans, coming quicker and louder by the second. She embraces him with her legs, pushing him even deeper inside her. Castiel gasps at that, and his thrusts become even harder, before they both come, violently, seconds apart from each other.
They kiss for a while after, and Castiel holds her gently, letting her relax and compose herself.
“You should sleep, Ruby,” he tells her, holding her close. She shivers.
“I’m afraid,” she says, hating herself for how vulnerable she suddenly sounds.
He is quiet for a moment, and then lays a gentle kiss on her forehead. Ruby feels her thoughts scurrying away, and her eyelids becoming heavy.
Her sleep is sound and dreamless.
*