Warm Bodies [ruby/anna][s/a]
Title: Warm Bodies
Pairing/Character(s): Ruby/Anna Milton (Supernatural)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Everything about this moment is poetic. Sam and Dean, out on one of their stupid, pointless hunts because they don’t know how close their sweet little world is to coming to an end, and Ruby’s got their little angel pal all but tied down to the bed. Sure, Anna could swoop away and Ruby couldn’t do a damned thing about it, but Ruby knows she won’t. She doesn’t have it in her at the moment.
And God, Ruby loves the power of it all.
Warning: Girl sex. Obviously.
Beta: theamberkennedy
Word Count: 2,530
A/N: Was supposed to initially be just PWP but I fail at that and it ended up being Porn-With-A-Good-Deal-Of-Plot. Body!kink, if you will. Supernatural spoilers if you've never seen it/aren't past season 4.
Ruby likes the room’s lighting, and she likes the way Anna’s soft, girlish skin feels under her finger tips. She trails her nails up Anna’s bare sides, causing her to shiver, tilting her head back and letting out a soft huff of air. Ruby likes that she can do this to the angel in front of her.
Still completely dressed, Ruby slides herself into Anna’s lap, straddling her hips carefully. She feels the tightness of her jeans more than usual, the heat under her leather jacket and small t-shirt. Anna beneath her, breathing heavily in only a lacy black bra and panties is one of the most intriguing things Ruby’s seen in a long time. One of the things that Ruby will admit she likes about human life is the way everything feels, and feels so intensely. Just looking at Anna, vulnerable and breathing heavily beneath her, makes Ruby’s eyes go dark and her body go hot.
Ruby also likes control - it’s one of the things that attracted her to Sam, in a way. He’s so easy to control. As long as he thinks he’s got everything handled, you can twist and turn him in any direction and he’ll follow like a poor puppet. Ruby finds it both amusing and curious, how easily the supposed ‘strong’ Winchester is to manipulate. And, she’ll admit it again, she’s somewhat fond of him. A part of her really hopes that he’ll accept his destiny and that they can stay together, protected by Lucifer and respected by the kingdom of demons. But she doubts it, because a part of her knows Sam too well. He will want to be noble, even after he’s broken the last seal.
But, such is life. Or likewise, death.
Ruby decides to focus on the present.
She’s got an angel under her legs.
It’s fucking poetic, that’s what it is.
Well, it’s not like Ruby could have Dean, or even Castiel if she wanted, so she’ll settle for the next best alternative. She dips down and seals her mouth over Anna’s.
Anna, usually so calm and full of fervor, Anna who doesn’t pause, don’t hesitate for a second, squirms under Ruby and clenches her fingers tightly into Ruby’s jacket. Ruby complies, still licking slowly into Anna’s mouth, wiggling her way out of the thing, dropping it over her shoulders. It feels freeing, and she rewards herself by sliding her hands up Anna’s back and unclipping her bra is one swift movement.
Everything about this moment is poetic. Sam and Dean, out on one of their stupid, pointless hunts because they don’t know how close their sweet little world is to coming to an end, and Ruby’s got their little angel pal all but tied down to the bed. Sure, Anna could swoop away and Ruby couldn’t do a damned thing about it, but Ruby knows she won’t. She doesn’t have it in her at the moment.
And God, Ruby loves the power of it all.
Ruby trails kisses down Anna’s jaw and throat, nipping in certain places and nuzzling behind her ear. Anna twitches involuntarily under her touches and Ruby moves a hand from her back, placing it instead between Anna’s legs where she starts to rub her off slowly and roughly. Anna gasps loudly and arches her back again, clawing gently against Ruby’s arms. Ruby smiles at the feel of Anna’s short nails and moves her fingers faster, rubbing quick circles against the writhing girl caught beneath her. Anna’s hips jerk forward when Ruby pushes her fingers just right and then she stops. Just stops.
“Fuck,” Anna hisses, her breath still coming out in sharp pants. “Bitch,” she manages, but her voice is still half-wrecked. Ruby just laughs.
“You’re too mouthy,” she complains, finally pulling Anna’s bra off, tossing it on the floor with her jacket and the rest of their clothes. She smirks up at Anna, pulling her own t-shirt off. “And not in the right way.”
Anna ignores Ruby’s sarcasm, instead letting her eyes focus on Ruby’s skin and curves. She picks up a shaky hand and pushes her fingers into Ruby’s dark hair, turning her gaze up to Ruby’s eyes. Ruby watches her; waiting.
“Your vessel’s beautiful,” says Anna quietly, seemingly in deep thought. “She fits you; your personality, your hard headedness. But…there’s a simple beauty behind all of that. I believe it.”
Ruby hides a smirk and throws her head back, exposing her neck teasingly. “Hmm. Too bad what you refer to as ‘she’ is long gone. There’s no soul in this body; not a one. It was part of getting Sam to trust me.”
“Oh?” Anna asks in a small voice, continuing to run her fingers through Ruby’s hair, pulling out loose strands. “Is that so?”
“He’s so sensitive. Dunno if it helped much, really. I guess it must have. Made it a lot easier to get him like I’ve got you.” Anna’s eyes darken and she clenches her fingers tightly in Ruby’s hair, pulling her down to look her straight in the eye. “Oh, don’t look so afraid. I’m not going to hurt you, or Sam.” Ruby finds it easy to lie but she feels a strange tightening in her chest when she watches Anna relax, eyes softening. A strangely twisted fraction of Ruby doesn’t want either of them to get hurt. She erases the feeling by dipping her head back down and capturing Anna into a long, wet kiss.
Ruby busies her hands - sliding them down Anna’s chest, holding her breasts and running her thumb carefully over Anna’s left nipple. Anna jerks beneath her, moaning quietly into Ruby’s mouth. Ruby purposely pulls back, making the sloppy kiss last as long as she can manage.
Anna’s mouth is red and swollen, her pupils blown and Ruby smirks at the sight. She considers teasing her some more but then decides against it when she realizes that she really wants to get off, too. Human bodies, human needs, human wants - so foolish and strange, yet compelling. Ruby kisses her again quickly before returning her fingers to between Anna’s legs.
Anna is quiet, as Ruby expected, but it’s obvious when she starts to get close by the way she scrambles to touch Ruby, wrapping her arms around Ruby’s neck and scraping her shoulders with her short finger nails. Ruby lets her get close, winding an arm around Anna’s thin waist and rubbing her fingers more vigorously until Anna gasps hard and sharp against Ruby’s neck, hips jerking helplessly against Ruby’s hand. Ruby gentles her fingers and then stops after Anna relaxes, still taking heavy breaths against Ruby’s skin. Ruby lets Anna down, back against the bed, and her hair is a little tangled on one side, sweat shining lightly on her face. Ruby pushes loose strands of hair from Anna’s face and then realizes that the moment is more affectionate than she’d like and scoffs.
“Aren’t you a dear?” she murmurs, and Anna just closes her eyes, catching her breath. “It’s your turn.”
Eyes still shut, Anna smirks. “Ah, selfish. I shouldn’t be surprised.”
Ruby rolls her eyes and runs her thumb over Anna’s still wet, slightly bruised lips. “You really shouldn’t. And wouldn’t it make you the selfish one?” Ruby asks quietly, hypothetically. Anna doesn’t say anything, somehow understanding that Ruby didn’t want or expect an answer from her. She simply rearranges herself and grabs Ruby’s hair, pulling her into a kiss.
Ruby likes kissing. Likes kissing Anna, especially, because there’s just something about it that makes it…special. Not quite the word Ruby’s looking for, but the English language is complicated and she gets lost in it sometimes. She lets it be at that, kissing Anna back and enjoying the taste and feel. She lets Anna push her gently back onto the bed, lets the mostly naked angel take control, straddling her stomach and unbuttoning her jeans. Ruby gasps when Anna yanks down her jeans roughly, probably leaving a scrape against her thigh. Ruby lifts her hips and Anna more carefully pulls her underwear down, pushing them and Ruby’s jeans past her knees.
It sends a thrill through Ruby’s body, seeing Anna hovering over her like this, all dark and shiny eyed and possessive. Anna pins Ruby to the bed by her wrists and Ruby lets herself make a low noise in her throat that’s sort of almost a purr. She arches up, and these bodies, they get so desperate for contact. It’s ridiculous.
Ruby’s eyes flutter shut as Anna kisses down her chest, teasing Ruby with the occasional tongue and teeth. Ruby tries not to shudder, but Anna’s soft touches make her ache, especially when she can’t move her hands. Anna is flexible.
Anna pauses at her left hip bone and looks up at Ruby, pupils still slightly blown. Ruby opens her eyes and stares back at Anna. “Get on with it,” she half-growls, getting irritated with Anna’s slow, smooth movements. Anna just laughs against her skin, kissing below her navel.
“Impatient, rude, self-centered. God, I hate demons.”
Ruby hisses out a breath. “Just go down on me and get it over with them,” she snarls through clenched teeth, but her mouth drops open when Anna finally settles between her legs, licking slowly at her clit. Ruby shudders uncontrollably, breathing deeply through her nose as Anna continues, cautious at first but then picking up pace with her tongue. “Fuck,” Ruby murmurs, squirming and rocking her hips up, further into Anna’s warm mouth.
Anna retreats and glares at Ruby. “Don’t get pushy,” she snaps, and Ruby just snorts and picks up an arm that had been lying lazily above her head, tangling her fingers into Anna’s hair.
“You like it,” she mumbles, and Anna lets out an impatient breath but lets Ruby tug her back down, hands resting on Ruby’s hips.
Anna’s licks are slow and slightly tentative, very obviously purposely teasing, but sometimes she puts more pressure into it and Ruby finds herself writhing, her body getting hot and ache-y in a way that just shouldn’t be possible. She’s never felt more good and more desperate and one of the things she hates about human female bodies is how long it takes them to come.
“Come on, shit,” Ruby breathes, “this isn’t fair.”
“You’ve been to Hell,” Anna breathes against Ruby’s thigh, kissing the skin there and up to her knee. Her hands move from Ruby’s hips up her thighs and then settle on the back of her calves. “You should know that there isn’t such a thing as fair.”
And God, Ruby almost really, legitimately likes Anna and her sandpaper voice and hungry eyes. There’s something about a fallen angel that Ruby’s just so attracted to.
She remembers once telling Sam that she was the fallen angel on his shoulder and laughs to herself impulsively. She pales in comparison to the figure in front of her.
“What’s so funny?” Anna asks, her hands smoothing down Ruby’s thighs again.
“Nothing,” Ruby breathes, staring at the motel ceiling. She thinks (feels, maybe it’s an instinct) that Sam and Dean are going to be back soon. “You should hurry. I think they’re on their way.”
Anna doesn’t say anything but Ruby can feel her annoyance. It’s cute.
Still, Anna tugs Ruby’s legs further apart and settles back between them, her tongue moving faster and harder, more intent on getting Ruby to her orgasm. Ruby’s breath hitches as the pleasure returns, sharper and hotter than before because Anna is suddenly entirely relentless, not even pausing to breathe (and Ruby wonders vaguely in the back of her mind if Anna even needs to breathe, or if it’s some special angel thing that makes nothing necessary) and Ruby’s mind is going out of control.
“Anna, I…” Ruby gasps for more words, for a warning (she’s not sure why she wants to warn her but she does anyway) but Anna seems to understand - she moves her tongue faster, dipping inside of Ruby momentarily before returning to focus on her clit. Ruby comes wordlessly, fingers laced and clenching in Anna’s hair. It’s only then that Anna slows, tongue still moving but at a much gentler, calmer pace. When she sits up, her mouth is shiny red and she looks completely disheveled.
Ruby turns her head and looks at Anna who’s already off the bed, fixing her bra and grabbing her shirt and jeans. “Why are you in such a hurry?” she asks in a hazy voice, still a bit blissed-out from the intensity of her orgasm. “It’s not like you have to go.” Ruby wonders why she’s reacting like this, wanting Anna to stay, at least until Dean and Sam return. They don’t have to tell them just because they’ve been in the motel together. “The brothers are oblivious to anything that isn’t one another…what are you doing?”
Anna whips around, face still flushed but lips no longer as red. “Do you not understand? Sam - Sam is barely human, but I am an angel. And you…you are neither human nor angel. You are a demon. I don’t think I can stay with you for another moment.”
Ruby finally sits up, subconsciously pulling her hair back. “I’m here to help you,” she says in a low, dark voice, but the lie stings on her tongue. She doesn’t want to betray Anna, not really. But she’s got more important things to worry about than one pretty little angel who thinks she’s better than her. “Do you…you think you’re better than me? What?” Ruby sneers, unable to help herself. The realization is sudden, yet oddly hilarious. “Because ‘God’ created you? What kind of God casts his own children down? Sounds like a shitty ass dad you’ve got there.”
Anna’s eyes are now curious and she pulls her tank top over her chest, hopping on one leg to pull her jeans up. Ruby watches with quiet, hidden fascination. Anna’s anger has melted, replaced by something infinitely less normal.
“Maybe,” she agrees finally, pulling her hair out from the back of her tank top and throwing it over her shoulders (Ruby watches the movement with mesmerized eyes), “maybe he is a terrible father, but he’s still…my father. I imagine you still have faith in your father.” Anna watches for Ruby’s reaction.
“Well, you know that Lucifer is, in this sense, my father.” Ruby rolls her eyes. “I’m not stupid and naïve, you know. I know you want me to accidentally slip and confess some evil scheme.” Anna keeps her eyes trained on Ruby and Ruby smiles, letting out a breathy sigh. “Come on! Trust me.” She almost wants it more than she wanted Sam’s trust.
Anna’s soft gaze turns up and she steps forward, perfectly dressed where as Ruby’s just barely pulled up her panties. She smiles a bit and sits on the edge of the bed, holding out one hand and tangling her fingers into Ruby’s hair. Ruby pushes herself up on the saggy bed with the palms of her hand and they kiss quickly (Anna pulls back where Ruby surges forward). “Can’t,” Anna breathes against Ruby’s mouth, “just can’t.”
And Ruby knows what she means and chooses not to fight it any more.
Pairing/Character(s): Ruby/Anna Milton (Supernatural)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Everything about this moment is poetic. Sam and Dean, out on one of their stupid, pointless hunts because they don’t know how close their sweet little world is to coming to an end, and Ruby’s got their little angel pal all but tied down to the bed. Sure, Anna could swoop away and Ruby couldn’t do a damned thing about it, but Ruby knows she won’t. She doesn’t have it in her at the moment.
And God, Ruby loves the power of it all.
Warning: Girl sex. Obviously.
Beta: theamberkennedy
Word Count: 2,530
A/N: Was supposed to initially be just PWP but I fail at that and it ended up being Porn-With-A-Good-Deal-Of-Plot. Body!kink, if you will. Supernatural spoilers if you've never seen it/aren't past season 4.
Ruby likes the room’s lighting, and she likes the way Anna’s soft, girlish skin feels under her finger tips. She trails her nails up Anna’s bare sides, causing her to shiver, tilting her head back and letting out a soft huff of air. Ruby likes that she can do this to the angel in front of her.
Still completely dressed, Ruby slides herself into Anna’s lap, straddling her hips carefully. She feels the tightness of her jeans more than usual, the heat under her leather jacket and small t-shirt. Anna beneath her, breathing heavily in only a lacy black bra and panties is one of the most intriguing things Ruby’s seen in a long time. One of the things that Ruby will admit she likes about human life is the way everything feels, and feels so intensely. Just looking at Anna, vulnerable and breathing heavily beneath her, makes Ruby’s eyes go dark and her body go hot.
Ruby also likes control - it’s one of the things that attracted her to Sam, in a way. He’s so easy to control. As long as he thinks he’s got everything handled, you can twist and turn him in any direction and he’ll follow like a poor puppet. Ruby finds it both amusing and curious, how easily the supposed ‘strong’ Winchester is to manipulate. And, she’ll admit it again, she’s somewhat fond of him. A part of her really hopes that he’ll accept his destiny and that they can stay together, protected by Lucifer and respected by the kingdom of demons. But she doubts it, because a part of her knows Sam too well. He will want to be noble, even after he’s broken the last seal.
But, such is life. Or likewise, death.
Ruby decides to focus on the present.
She’s got an angel under her legs.
It’s fucking poetic, that’s what it is.
Well, it’s not like Ruby could have Dean, or even Castiel if she wanted, so she’ll settle for the next best alternative. She dips down and seals her mouth over Anna’s.
Anna, usually so calm and full of fervor, Anna who doesn’t pause, don’t hesitate for a second, squirms under Ruby and clenches her fingers tightly into Ruby’s jacket. Ruby complies, still licking slowly into Anna’s mouth, wiggling her way out of the thing, dropping it over her shoulders. It feels freeing, and she rewards herself by sliding her hands up Anna’s back and unclipping her bra is one swift movement.
Everything about this moment is poetic. Sam and Dean, out on one of their stupid, pointless hunts because they don’t know how close their sweet little world is to coming to an end, and Ruby’s got their little angel pal all but tied down to the bed. Sure, Anna could swoop away and Ruby couldn’t do a damned thing about it, but Ruby knows she won’t. She doesn’t have it in her at the moment.
And God, Ruby loves the power of it all.
Ruby trails kisses down Anna’s jaw and throat, nipping in certain places and nuzzling behind her ear. Anna twitches involuntarily under her touches and Ruby moves a hand from her back, placing it instead between Anna’s legs where she starts to rub her off slowly and roughly. Anna gasps loudly and arches her back again, clawing gently against Ruby’s arms. Ruby smiles at the feel of Anna’s short nails and moves her fingers faster, rubbing quick circles against the writhing girl caught beneath her. Anna’s hips jerk forward when Ruby pushes her fingers just right and then she stops. Just stops.
“Fuck,” Anna hisses, her breath still coming out in sharp pants. “Bitch,” she manages, but her voice is still half-wrecked. Ruby just laughs.
“You’re too mouthy,” she complains, finally pulling Anna’s bra off, tossing it on the floor with her jacket and the rest of their clothes. She smirks up at Anna, pulling her own t-shirt off. “And not in the right way.”
Anna ignores Ruby’s sarcasm, instead letting her eyes focus on Ruby’s skin and curves. She picks up a shaky hand and pushes her fingers into Ruby’s dark hair, turning her gaze up to Ruby’s eyes. Ruby watches her; waiting.
“Your vessel’s beautiful,” says Anna quietly, seemingly in deep thought. “She fits you; your personality, your hard headedness. But…there’s a simple beauty behind all of that. I believe it.”
Ruby hides a smirk and throws her head back, exposing her neck teasingly. “Hmm. Too bad what you refer to as ‘she’ is long gone. There’s no soul in this body; not a one. It was part of getting Sam to trust me.”
“Oh?” Anna asks in a small voice, continuing to run her fingers through Ruby’s hair, pulling out loose strands. “Is that so?”
“He’s so sensitive. Dunno if it helped much, really. I guess it must have. Made it a lot easier to get him like I’ve got you.” Anna’s eyes darken and she clenches her fingers tightly in Ruby’s hair, pulling her down to look her straight in the eye. “Oh, don’t look so afraid. I’m not going to hurt you, or Sam.” Ruby finds it easy to lie but she feels a strange tightening in her chest when she watches Anna relax, eyes softening. A strangely twisted fraction of Ruby doesn’t want either of them to get hurt. She erases the feeling by dipping her head back down and capturing Anna into a long, wet kiss.
Ruby busies her hands - sliding them down Anna’s chest, holding her breasts and running her thumb carefully over Anna’s left nipple. Anna jerks beneath her, moaning quietly into Ruby’s mouth. Ruby purposely pulls back, making the sloppy kiss last as long as she can manage.
Anna’s mouth is red and swollen, her pupils blown and Ruby smirks at the sight. She considers teasing her some more but then decides against it when she realizes that she really wants to get off, too. Human bodies, human needs, human wants - so foolish and strange, yet compelling. Ruby kisses her again quickly before returning her fingers to between Anna’s legs.
Anna is quiet, as Ruby expected, but it’s obvious when she starts to get close by the way she scrambles to touch Ruby, wrapping her arms around Ruby’s neck and scraping her shoulders with her short finger nails. Ruby lets her get close, winding an arm around Anna’s thin waist and rubbing her fingers more vigorously until Anna gasps hard and sharp against Ruby’s neck, hips jerking helplessly against Ruby’s hand. Ruby gentles her fingers and then stops after Anna relaxes, still taking heavy breaths against Ruby’s skin. Ruby lets Anna down, back against the bed, and her hair is a little tangled on one side, sweat shining lightly on her face. Ruby pushes loose strands of hair from Anna’s face and then realizes that the moment is more affectionate than she’d like and scoffs.
“Aren’t you a dear?” she murmurs, and Anna just closes her eyes, catching her breath. “It’s your turn.”
Eyes still shut, Anna smirks. “Ah, selfish. I shouldn’t be surprised.”
Ruby rolls her eyes and runs her thumb over Anna’s still wet, slightly bruised lips. “You really shouldn’t. And wouldn’t it make you the selfish one?” Ruby asks quietly, hypothetically. Anna doesn’t say anything, somehow understanding that Ruby didn’t want or expect an answer from her. She simply rearranges herself and grabs Ruby’s hair, pulling her into a kiss.
Ruby likes kissing. Likes kissing Anna, especially, because there’s just something about it that makes it…special. Not quite the word Ruby’s looking for, but the English language is complicated and she gets lost in it sometimes. She lets it be at that, kissing Anna back and enjoying the taste and feel. She lets Anna push her gently back onto the bed, lets the mostly naked angel take control, straddling her stomach and unbuttoning her jeans. Ruby gasps when Anna yanks down her jeans roughly, probably leaving a scrape against her thigh. Ruby lifts her hips and Anna more carefully pulls her underwear down, pushing them and Ruby’s jeans past her knees.
It sends a thrill through Ruby’s body, seeing Anna hovering over her like this, all dark and shiny eyed and possessive. Anna pins Ruby to the bed by her wrists and Ruby lets herself make a low noise in her throat that’s sort of almost a purr. She arches up, and these bodies, they get so desperate for contact. It’s ridiculous.
Ruby’s eyes flutter shut as Anna kisses down her chest, teasing Ruby with the occasional tongue and teeth. Ruby tries not to shudder, but Anna’s soft touches make her ache, especially when she can’t move her hands. Anna is flexible.
Anna pauses at her left hip bone and looks up at Ruby, pupils still slightly blown. Ruby opens her eyes and stares back at Anna. “Get on with it,” she half-growls, getting irritated with Anna’s slow, smooth movements. Anna just laughs against her skin, kissing below her navel.
“Impatient, rude, self-centered. God, I hate demons.”
Ruby hisses out a breath. “Just go down on me and get it over with them,” she snarls through clenched teeth, but her mouth drops open when Anna finally settles between her legs, licking slowly at her clit. Ruby shudders uncontrollably, breathing deeply through her nose as Anna continues, cautious at first but then picking up pace with her tongue. “Fuck,” Ruby murmurs, squirming and rocking her hips up, further into Anna’s warm mouth.
Anna retreats and glares at Ruby. “Don’t get pushy,” she snaps, and Ruby just snorts and picks up an arm that had been lying lazily above her head, tangling her fingers into Anna’s hair.
“You like it,” she mumbles, and Anna lets out an impatient breath but lets Ruby tug her back down, hands resting on Ruby’s hips.
Anna’s licks are slow and slightly tentative, very obviously purposely teasing, but sometimes she puts more pressure into it and Ruby finds herself writhing, her body getting hot and ache-y in a way that just shouldn’t be possible. She’s never felt more good and more desperate and one of the things she hates about human female bodies is how long it takes them to come.
“Come on, shit,” Ruby breathes, “this isn’t fair.”
“You’ve been to Hell,” Anna breathes against Ruby’s thigh, kissing the skin there and up to her knee. Her hands move from Ruby’s hips up her thighs and then settle on the back of her calves. “You should know that there isn’t such a thing as fair.”
And God, Ruby almost really, legitimately likes Anna and her sandpaper voice and hungry eyes. There’s something about a fallen angel that Ruby’s just so attracted to.
She remembers once telling Sam that she was the fallen angel on his shoulder and laughs to herself impulsively. She pales in comparison to the figure in front of her.
“What’s so funny?” Anna asks, her hands smoothing down Ruby’s thighs again.
“Nothing,” Ruby breathes, staring at the motel ceiling. She thinks (feels, maybe it’s an instinct) that Sam and Dean are going to be back soon. “You should hurry. I think they’re on their way.”
Anna doesn’t say anything but Ruby can feel her annoyance. It’s cute.
Still, Anna tugs Ruby’s legs further apart and settles back between them, her tongue moving faster and harder, more intent on getting Ruby to her orgasm. Ruby’s breath hitches as the pleasure returns, sharper and hotter than before because Anna is suddenly entirely relentless, not even pausing to breathe (and Ruby wonders vaguely in the back of her mind if Anna even needs to breathe, or if it’s some special angel thing that makes nothing necessary) and Ruby’s mind is going out of control.
“Anna, I…” Ruby gasps for more words, for a warning (she’s not sure why she wants to warn her but she does anyway) but Anna seems to understand - she moves her tongue faster, dipping inside of Ruby momentarily before returning to focus on her clit. Ruby comes wordlessly, fingers laced and clenching in Anna’s hair. It’s only then that Anna slows, tongue still moving but at a much gentler, calmer pace. When she sits up, her mouth is shiny red and she looks completely disheveled.
Ruby turns her head and looks at Anna who’s already off the bed, fixing her bra and grabbing her shirt and jeans. “Why are you in such a hurry?” she asks in a hazy voice, still a bit blissed-out from the intensity of her orgasm. “It’s not like you have to go.” Ruby wonders why she’s reacting like this, wanting Anna to stay, at least until Dean and Sam return. They don’t have to tell them just because they’ve been in the motel together. “The brothers are oblivious to anything that isn’t one another…what are you doing?”
Anna whips around, face still flushed but lips no longer as red. “Do you not understand? Sam - Sam is barely human, but I am an angel. And you…you are neither human nor angel. You are a demon. I don’t think I can stay with you for another moment.”
Ruby finally sits up, subconsciously pulling her hair back. “I’m here to help you,” she says in a low, dark voice, but the lie stings on her tongue. She doesn’t want to betray Anna, not really. But she’s got more important things to worry about than one pretty little angel who thinks she’s better than her. “Do you…you think you’re better than me? What?” Ruby sneers, unable to help herself. The realization is sudden, yet oddly hilarious. “Because ‘God’ created you? What kind of God casts his own children down? Sounds like a shitty ass dad you’ve got there.”
Anna’s eyes are now curious and she pulls her tank top over her chest, hopping on one leg to pull her jeans up. Ruby watches with quiet, hidden fascination. Anna’s anger has melted, replaced by something infinitely less normal.
“Maybe,” she agrees finally, pulling her hair out from the back of her tank top and throwing it over her shoulders (Ruby watches the movement with mesmerized eyes), “maybe he is a terrible father, but he’s still…my father. I imagine you still have faith in your father.” Anna watches for Ruby’s reaction.
“Well, you know that Lucifer is, in this sense, my father.” Ruby rolls her eyes. “I’m not stupid and naïve, you know. I know you want me to accidentally slip and confess some evil scheme.” Anna keeps her eyes trained on Ruby and Ruby smiles, letting out a breathy sigh. “Come on! Trust me.” She almost wants it more than she wanted Sam’s trust.
Anna’s soft gaze turns up and she steps forward, perfectly dressed where as Ruby’s just barely pulled up her panties. She smiles a bit and sits on the edge of the bed, holding out one hand and tangling her fingers into Ruby’s hair. Ruby pushes herself up on the saggy bed with the palms of her hand and they kiss quickly (Anna pulls back where Ruby surges forward). “Can’t,” Anna breathes against Ruby’s mouth, “just can’t.”
And Ruby knows what she means and chooses not to fight it any more.