[JMM] Anton Chekov quote
[Set in where_youfindme. Basically a crack verse where Ruby’s human. Sam = likely_evil. She says she better be getting laid sometime soon.]
“Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.”
It had been a year. A long lonely year since her last boyfriend told her that he’d had fun, but he needed to go where the wind took him, but that she should stay cool. By staying cool, he probably meant keeping her bed open for the next time he came to town, and going where the wind took him probably meant that he had another girl waiting for him in the next town. He wasn’t all that great in bed-hell, he wasn’t even all that attractive, but she had been kinda drunk and he had been available, and that had been good enough. She just hadn’t expected him to stay for six months, live in her place, eat her food, and not contribute at all. So really, when he told her he was bailing, she was more than happy to see him go.
That was one sweet motorcycle though.
Anyway, it’d been a year since Crash had abdicated his place in her bed, and she hadn’t had someone to fill it since. And you know, Ruby wasn’t a prude. She actually liked sex. Quite a bit. She liked the closeness, and intimacy, and the orgasms. Damnit, she really liked the orgasms. She really liked being given orgasms as oppose to having to find them for herself. Which, you know, she did when she had to (it had been a year after all) but it still wasn’t the same as having an actually man over her. Or under her. Or any other way you could possibly insert tab A into slot B. Normally, at this point she might even settle for a woman, and she never said something like that lightly.
However, this time around, the nameless, faceless man from her fantasies had a name and a face which was odd enough. It happened occasionally, like when she was dealing with someone she just met who she happened to find exceptionally attractive. But that usually faded in a few days, and she was back to the standard “hunk from the front of a romance novel” scenario. But three months later and she was still seeing Sam in her head when she thought about getting naked and she just didn’t understand it. It wasn’t like she was all that hung up on the guy. Sure, he was nice, and smart, and friendly, and attractive-ridiculously attractive-but that wasn’t anything to be hung up on. She’d met guys that fit that criteria before, and they’d never lasted long in her fantasies either way. Here, she found herself hoping that Sam really had as much muscle under those clothes as she was imagining, and it was one of those things where she knew that she didn’t stand a chance. Sam wasn’t the kind of guy who was interested in a girl like her. He was a future lawyer. He was out of her league and she already knew it.
Especially considering that he was God knows where, probably living it up with some fancy new girlfriend while she was standing in the back of a bar doing inventory. Her pencil drummed against the clipboard as she counted the bottles of vodka in the crates. She was trying not to let her mind wander to somewhere else because the day-to-day routines of her life drove her to drink from the boredom, and so far she was succeeding.
“So this is what’s back here?”
She had been moving on from the vodka to the scotch when she heard his voice over his shoulder and she spun around in surprise. Sam was the last person she had thought would be lounging in the doorway of the back room, but surprise of all surprises, there he was, in all his tall dark and handsome glory. Her first instinct was running at him to jump him, but her skepticism kicked in before she could.
“How’d you get back here?”
He shrugged. “Sweet-talked your boss. Said it’s okay since you weren’t open yet.”
“Uh-huh,” she said, letting her clipboard rest on her hip as she turned to face him. God he looked good, all long legs and strong arms, and she really, really wanted to pin him against the door jam and have her wicked way with him. But she didn’t. Instead, she just watched him and listened to him talk in that fantastic Midwestern drawl of his, and entertained very dirty thoughts. A slow smile stretched across his face and she felt her knees weakening, just a little bit.
“What?” he asked, pushing away from the door and striding towards her. “Don’t believe me?”
“Nope,” she said, biting her lip slightly. “Not even a little.”
“So what do you think I did?” he teased, stopping in front of her and looking down at her. “Snuck in the back while your boss was on the phone and hoped he didn’t see me?”
“Yeah,” Ruby said with a nod, before smirking slightly. “Something like that.”
“Either way-are you complaining?” He was leaning in closer, reaching forward and gently taking the clipboard from her and placing it on top of one of the nearby crates. She watched him as she felt his hands land on her hips, big fingers tightening and pulling her in closer and she shook her head eagerly.
“No,” she managed to get out before his lips landed on hers, teasing out short gentle kisses. “Not really.”
Her arms moved up to slide around his neck and he leaned in to kiss her more deeply, kissing her harder and deeper before he turned and pushed her back against the crates, eliciting a bit of a moan from her at the rough behavior. The kisses got rougher and wetter, and a few minutes later his hands were sliding down the back of her thighs picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He pushed her back against the crates again, and oh she really wished they weren’t wearing pants right then. Her hips pushed back against his and he growled slightly into the kiss, pinning her back against the wood and starting to let his lips move down her neck.
“God, Sam,” she murmured, barely holding back a moan as her head tilted back giving him better access. His hands tightened their grip on her thighs and she moaned again, unable to curb her reactions any. It’d been far too long, and all they needed was a few minutes and less clothing.
“Ruby,” his voice rumbled against her throat, his voice low and husky, and she gave a soft hum of approval, arching her back as his hands started to wander under her shirt, pushing the black t-shirt up as his large hands just skirted the bottom of her-
“Ruby!”
Her head snapped around and she nearly dropped the clipboard in surprise. Her eyes landed on Manny, her boss, standing in the doorway to the inventory room, and she blinked at him for a moment, before snapping back into work mode.
“What?”
“You’ve been counting that box of scotch for the past ten minutes. Ready to actually work now?”
Ruby snorted and rolled her eyes. “Buzz off.” Manny just snorted at her, before turning and heading back to his office again. Ruby sighed and turned back to the box in front of her, shaking her head slightly as she ran a hand through her hair.
“God I need to get laid.” There was a pause, before she shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Scratch that-I need to stop watching daytime TV.”
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“Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.”
It had been a year. A long lonely year since her last boyfriend told her that he’d had fun, but he needed to go where the wind took him, but that she should stay cool. By staying cool, he probably meant keeping her bed open for the next time he came to town, and going where the wind took him probably meant that he had another girl waiting for him in the next town. He wasn’t all that great in bed-hell, he wasn’t even all that attractive, but she had been kinda drunk and he had been available, and that had been good enough. She just hadn’t expected him to stay for six months, live in her place, eat her food, and not contribute at all. So really, when he told her he was bailing, she was more than happy to see him go.
That was one sweet motorcycle though.
Anyway, it’d been a year since Crash had abdicated his place in her bed, and she hadn’t had someone to fill it since. And you know, Ruby wasn’t a prude. She actually liked sex. Quite a bit. She liked the closeness, and intimacy, and the orgasms. Damnit, she really liked the orgasms. She really liked being given orgasms as oppose to having to find them for herself. Which, you know, she did when she had to (it had been a year after all) but it still wasn’t the same as having an actually man over her. Or under her. Or any other way you could possibly insert tab A into slot B. Normally, at this point she might even settle for a woman, and she never said something like that lightly.
However, this time around, the nameless, faceless man from her fantasies had a name and a face which was odd enough. It happened occasionally, like when she was dealing with someone she just met who she happened to find exceptionally attractive. But that usually faded in a few days, and she was back to the standard “hunk from the front of a romance novel” scenario. But three months later and she was still seeing Sam in her head when she thought about getting naked and she just didn’t understand it. It wasn’t like she was all that hung up on the guy. Sure, he was nice, and smart, and friendly, and attractive-ridiculously attractive-but that wasn’t anything to be hung up on. She’d met guys that fit that criteria before, and they’d never lasted long in her fantasies either way. Here, she found herself hoping that Sam really had as much muscle under those clothes as she was imagining, and it was one of those things where she knew that she didn’t stand a chance. Sam wasn’t the kind of guy who was interested in a girl like her. He was a future lawyer. He was out of her league and she already knew it.
Especially considering that he was God knows where, probably living it up with some fancy new girlfriend while she was standing in the back of a bar doing inventory. Her pencil drummed against the clipboard as she counted the bottles of vodka in the crates. She was trying not to let her mind wander to somewhere else because the day-to-day routines of her life drove her to drink from the boredom, and so far she was succeeding.
“So this is what’s back here?”
She had been moving on from the vodka to the scotch when she heard his voice over his shoulder and she spun around in surprise. Sam was the last person she had thought would be lounging in the doorway of the back room, but surprise of all surprises, there he was, in all his tall dark and handsome glory. Her first instinct was running at him to jump him, but her skepticism kicked in before she could.
“How’d you get back here?”
He shrugged. “Sweet-talked your boss. Said it’s okay since you weren’t open yet.”
“Uh-huh,” she said, letting her clipboard rest on her hip as she turned to face him. God he looked good, all long legs and strong arms, and she really, really wanted to pin him against the door jam and have her wicked way with him. But she didn’t. Instead, she just watched him and listened to him talk in that fantastic Midwestern drawl of his, and entertained very dirty thoughts. A slow smile stretched across his face and she felt her knees weakening, just a little bit.
“What?” he asked, pushing away from the door and striding towards her. “Don’t believe me?”
“Nope,” she said, biting her lip slightly. “Not even a little.”
“So what do you think I did?” he teased, stopping in front of her and looking down at her. “Snuck in the back while your boss was on the phone and hoped he didn’t see me?”
“Yeah,” Ruby said with a nod, before smirking slightly. “Something like that.”
“Either way-are you complaining?” He was leaning in closer, reaching forward and gently taking the clipboard from her and placing it on top of one of the nearby crates. She watched him as she felt his hands land on her hips, big fingers tightening and pulling her in closer and she shook her head eagerly.
“No,” she managed to get out before his lips landed on hers, teasing out short gentle kisses. “Not really.”
Her arms moved up to slide around his neck and he leaned in to kiss her more deeply, kissing her harder and deeper before he turned and pushed her back against the crates, eliciting a bit of a moan from her at the rough behavior. The kisses got rougher and wetter, and a few minutes later his hands were sliding down the back of her thighs picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He pushed her back against the crates again, and oh she really wished they weren’t wearing pants right then. Her hips pushed back against his and he growled slightly into the kiss, pinning her back against the wood and starting to let his lips move down her neck.
“God, Sam,” she murmured, barely holding back a moan as her head tilted back giving him better access. His hands tightened their grip on her thighs and she moaned again, unable to curb her reactions any. It’d been far too long, and all they needed was a few minutes and less clothing.
“Ruby,” his voice rumbled against her throat, his voice low and husky, and she gave a soft hum of approval, arching her back as his hands started to wander under her shirt, pushing the black t-shirt up as his large hands just skirted the bottom of her-
“Ruby!”
Her head snapped around and she nearly dropped the clipboard in surprise. Her eyes landed on Manny, her boss, standing in the doorway to the inventory room, and she blinked at him for a moment, before snapping back into work mode.
“What?”
“You’ve been counting that box of scotch for the past ten minutes. Ready to actually work now?”
Ruby snorted and rolled her eyes. “Buzz off.” Manny just snorted at her, before turning and heading back to his office again. Ruby sighed and turned back to the box in front of her, shaking her head slightly as she ran a hand through her hair.
“God I need to get laid.” There was a pause, before she shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Scratch that-I need to stop watching daytime TV.”
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