the razors and the dying roses, for scoopchick, 1550 words
Title: the razors and the dying roses
Author: bloodnfire
Recipient: scoopchick
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Demons having sex and the consent issues that come with that, blood play.
Pairing: Ruby/Lilith
Summary: This time, Lilith comes to her. She gives Ruby no warning, a slight shift in the air and she's just there. It's something Ruby has gotten used to. Set during season three with spoilers for season four.
Notes: I hope you like this scoopchick and I apologise for the lateness! I went with your request for Ruby/Lilith (prefer blonde Ruby & Ruby in charge of the situation).
It turns out that I find both of these characters quite tricky to write, especially trying to make them reconcile with their S4 incarnations. Title from Vast.
Lilith comes to her through the stench of blood and brimstone; her whisper louder than all the screams of the damned combined. Ruby is one of her few favoured, one of Lilith's personal projects. Their forms are indistinct and they tangle together in a way that is painfully invasive; disturbingly intimate. It's like she's speaking directly into Ruby's mind when she says, "Want to get out of here?"
***
The master plan was all Azazel's, that's true. And Lilith may be the lynch pin, but as far as Ruby is concerned she's the one doing all the heavy lifting. It's Ruby that Lilith places her trust in once Yellow Eyes bites the bullet; her wit and talents in the fine art of persuasion that will lead Sam Winchester down the dark and dirty path to his destiny. If she survives (and damn if she won't, because Ruby is good at survival, knows all the right horses to bet on and keeps an ace up her sleeve) she will look upon her Father's face and he will know it was her.
It's messy business, getting face time with Lilith, but Ruby always relishes it. Lilith's followers are everywhere but they all seem to stay within orbit of the queen bee and as far they're concerned Ruby is to be shot on sight. Well, metaphorically, since all bullets will do is tear her pretty blond meat dress. Ruby leaves footprints in the perfectly cut lawn as she stalks towards the tacky suburban nightmare where Lilith is currently playing house. Sugar and spice; blood and guts, the usual.
Knife back in her boot and trail of bodies behind her, Ruby swaggers on in with blood up to her elbows. She finds Lilith upstairs in the bedroom of the little girl she currently inhabits.
"You planning on getting back to playing with the grown ups anytime soon?" She demands, flopping down on the bed. The covers are pink and lacy with fairies on them, stuffed animals strewn across it. The odd glass eye and plastic nose digs into Ruby's back and she wipes her bloody hands on a fuzzy pink bunny, smearing red all over its cotton smile and fluffy white tail.
"You never want to have any fun," Lilith pouts; big blue eyes reproachful and her little pink mouth turned down in a frown that would probably sends human women's maternal instinct into overdrive. Ruby cocks an eyebrow and rolls her eyes; she doesn't have the patience to humour this bullshit.
"Hey, I love fun. I'm all about the fun. This," she shakes the blood stained bunny emphatically, "is not my idea of a good time."
"You mean you don't wanna play makeover?" Lilith asks, looking up at Ruby through thick lashes.
"Dean's got two months left," Ruby says, getting on with business. "And Sam's not breaking."
"He will," says Lilith to the toys spread out on the floor in front of her. She twists the head of a Barbie doll viciously and tosses it aside. It lands tits down - vacant, painted on smile and baby blues flirting with the ceiling.
***
Ruby is holed up in some flea bag motel across town from the Winchester boys. She's been staying off their radar but keeping tabs on them; Dean's gone off chasing the Colt, and Sam looks like his mind's about to snap any day now. Ruby's giving him time, waiting for his desperation to carry him right where she needs him.
This time, Lilith comes to her. She gives Ruby no warning, a slight shift in the air and she's just there. It's something Ruby has gotten used to.
"Huh, you dressed up for me," Ruby says, eyeing her appreciatively. She's pretty, dark hair and blue eyes. Probably the mommy of whatever first grader Lilith's taken a shine to this time, but she can't be more than thirty. "I'm flattered."
"You like her?" Lilith asks, smoothing a hand down her body, tracing her curves. There's still a little girl lilt to her voice. "I picked her out just for you."
Ruby doesn't believe that, more likely she was convenient, but she smiles anyway and Lilith returns it; sharp edged and too many teeth. Lilith opens her arms and Ruby goes to her, they kiss with hands tangled in hair and blood on their tongues.
Long ago, Ruby would have treated this with more reverence, every touch a prayer and every mark stigmata as she offered herself up to a higher power. A few hundred years later, she's learned to take what she wants.
The sins of the flesh seem infinitely more pleasurable when you don't have flesh of your own. Ruby uses her grip on Lilith's hair to jerk her head back and expose her delicate throat, licking a rough line from jugular to collar bone, staining it pink before she sinks her teeth in. She doesn't quite draw blood, but broken vessels bloom in a dark purple bruise. Ruby licks around it; Lilith's hands come to rest on her hips, pushing her jeans down roughly, nails digging into her tender flesh. Lilith's white dress falls gracefully to the floor untouched, leaving her standing bare and naked like a goddess. One of Ruby's hands moves to cup Lilith's breast, teasing her nipple with a fingernail. Her arm wraps around Lilith's waist, drawing her close, and they move together in a serpentine sway backwards to the bed.
Ruby is splayed across the mattress on her back, with her legs spread wide and her t-shirt pushed up to expose her belly. She's wet already, a hot pulse between her thighs and she throws her head back when Lilith licks into her, fingers twisting in Lilith's hair. There are some aspects of humanity that Ruby can't get enough of, and head ranks pretty damn high on the list, right above french fries and whiskey. Lilith's tongue fucks up into her cunt and Ruby's free hand moves to play with her own clit; rubbing at it roughly, needing friction, but then Lilith is pulling away.
"How are you progressing with the Winchesters?" Lilith asks into the soft skin of Ruby's inner thigh, eyeing flicking up to Ruby's face.
"Fuck the Winchesters," Ruby hisses. Because fuck, she spends enough time dealing with the goddamn Winchesters, right now she just wants to get off. Feeling particularly daring she pushes Lilith's face back where she wants it and Lilith allows it. She nips at Ruby's fingers until Ruby slides the hand through Lilith's hair. Ruby yanks at her hair, directing her until Lilith is licking and sucking at Ruby's clit, three fingers pushing forcefully into her slick pussy; stretching her deliciously, painfully. Lilith's fingers thrust in, out, in, and out, working Ruby until she's shaking and moaning, forceful hand on Lilith's head keeping her in place. Teeth graze her tender clit, just as Lilith's fingers push impossibly deep inside her and Ruby comes hard; body writhing and she feels her eyes flashing to black, mouth gasping for air. This moment, right now; this is the closest Ruby gets to human.
Lilith crawls up; legs on either side of Ruby, until their lips can lock together. Sucking her taste off Lilith's tongue, Ruby twists their bodies so that she's on top, pulling her mouth away and smirking down at her. The look on Lilith's face says that Ruby had better get to work right the hell now, but Ruby has always been one for pushing boundaries so she takes her time. Trailing fingernails along Lilith's thigh, she sucks at her throat again and when she bites down this time she doesn't stop until she feels the skin break. Tiny beads of blood well up, red wine dark and glistening. Ruby licks them away, then sucks until more flows into Ruby's mouth. She keeps it on her tongue, painting a crimson trail down Lilith's neck, between her breasts and over her belly, her hipbones. It smears and catches messily in the soft, neatly trimmed hair between her legs.
Ruby uses two fingers part the pretty pink lips of Lilith's cunt and tongues inside, staining the delicate flesh a darker pink with the remaining blood in her mouth. She laps up Lilith's taste, her incredible wetness, Lilith making eager little moans above her and Ruby's fingers working her clit. It doesn't take long, and Lilith is deceptively soft when she comes. She's all closed eyes and slack mouthed, body shaking and fingers grasping at the sheets; nothing to show that she could easily snap Ruby's neck like she was one of her dolls; literally rip her to shreds and it would be easy for Ruby to feel like she has the upper hand. But she's smarter than that.
***
"Not long to go. I hope you're ready," Lilith says before she leaves, soft and sweet and laced with terrifying promise. "Don't disappoint me, Ruby."
She kisses Ruby on the cheek (well, more like a scrape of teeth against skin than a kiss) and then she's gone and the room feels a few degrees colder. Maybe, Ruby thinks, she will miss Lilith when all this is over. But the sacrifice will be worth it when Lucifer is standing before her and she can't afford to dwell on it. Time's a’ ticking, and Ruby has work to do.
Author: bloodnfire
Recipient: scoopchick
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Demons having sex and the consent issues that come with that, blood play.
Pairing: Ruby/Lilith
Summary: This time, Lilith comes to her. She gives Ruby no warning, a slight shift in the air and she's just there. It's something Ruby has gotten used to. Set during season three with spoilers for season four.
Notes: I hope you like this scoopchick and I apologise for the lateness! I went with your request for Ruby/Lilith (prefer blonde Ruby & Ruby in charge of the situation).
It turns out that I find both of these characters quite tricky to write, especially trying to make them reconcile with their S4 incarnations. Title from Vast.
Lilith comes to her through the stench of blood and brimstone; her whisper louder than all the screams of the damned combined. Ruby is one of her few favoured, one of Lilith's personal projects. Their forms are indistinct and they tangle together in a way that is painfully invasive; disturbingly intimate. It's like she's speaking directly into Ruby's mind when she says, "Want to get out of here?"
***
The master plan was all Azazel's, that's true. And Lilith may be the lynch pin, but as far as Ruby is concerned she's the one doing all the heavy lifting. It's Ruby that Lilith places her trust in once Yellow Eyes bites the bullet; her wit and talents in the fine art of persuasion that will lead Sam Winchester down the dark and dirty path to his destiny. If she survives (and damn if she won't, because Ruby is good at survival, knows all the right horses to bet on and keeps an ace up her sleeve) she will look upon her Father's face and he will know it was her.
It's messy business, getting face time with Lilith, but Ruby always relishes it. Lilith's followers are everywhere but they all seem to stay within orbit of the queen bee and as far they're concerned Ruby is to be shot on sight. Well, metaphorically, since all bullets will do is tear her pretty blond meat dress. Ruby leaves footprints in the perfectly cut lawn as she stalks towards the tacky suburban nightmare where Lilith is currently playing house. Sugar and spice; blood and guts, the usual.
Knife back in her boot and trail of bodies behind her, Ruby swaggers on in with blood up to her elbows. She finds Lilith upstairs in the bedroom of the little girl she currently inhabits.
"You planning on getting back to playing with the grown ups anytime soon?" She demands, flopping down on the bed. The covers are pink and lacy with fairies on them, stuffed animals strewn across it. The odd glass eye and plastic nose digs into Ruby's back and she wipes her bloody hands on a fuzzy pink bunny, smearing red all over its cotton smile and fluffy white tail.
"You never want to have any fun," Lilith pouts; big blue eyes reproachful and her little pink mouth turned down in a frown that would probably sends human women's maternal instinct into overdrive. Ruby cocks an eyebrow and rolls her eyes; she doesn't have the patience to humour this bullshit.
"Hey, I love fun. I'm all about the fun. This," she shakes the blood stained bunny emphatically, "is not my idea of a good time."
"You mean you don't wanna play makeover?" Lilith asks, looking up at Ruby through thick lashes.
"Dean's got two months left," Ruby says, getting on with business. "And Sam's not breaking."
"He will," says Lilith to the toys spread out on the floor in front of her. She twists the head of a Barbie doll viciously and tosses it aside. It lands tits down - vacant, painted on smile and baby blues flirting with the ceiling.
***
Ruby is holed up in some flea bag motel across town from the Winchester boys. She's been staying off their radar but keeping tabs on them; Dean's gone off chasing the Colt, and Sam looks like his mind's about to snap any day now. Ruby's giving him time, waiting for his desperation to carry him right where she needs him.
This time, Lilith comes to her. She gives Ruby no warning, a slight shift in the air and she's just there. It's something Ruby has gotten used to.
"Huh, you dressed up for me," Ruby says, eyeing her appreciatively. She's pretty, dark hair and blue eyes. Probably the mommy of whatever first grader Lilith's taken a shine to this time, but she can't be more than thirty. "I'm flattered."
"You like her?" Lilith asks, smoothing a hand down her body, tracing her curves. There's still a little girl lilt to her voice. "I picked her out just for you."
Ruby doesn't believe that, more likely she was convenient, but she smiles anyway and Lilith returns it; sharp edged and too many teeth. Lilith opens her arms and Ruby goes to her, they kiss with hands tangled in hair and blood on their tongues.
Long ago, Ruby would have treated this with more reverence, every touch a prayer and every mark stigmata as she offered herself up to a higher power. A few hundred years later, she's learned to take what she wants.
The sins of the flesh seem infinitely more pleasurable when you don't have flesh of your own. Ruby uses her grip on Lilith's hair to jerk her head back and expose her delicate throat, licking a rough line from jugular to collar bone, staining it pink before she sinks her teeth in. She doesn't quite draw blood, but broken vessels bloom in a dark purple bruise. Ruby licks around it; Lilith's hands come to rest on her hips, pushing her jeans down roughly, nails digging into her tender flesh. Lilith's white dress falls gracefully to the floor untouched, leaving her standing bare and naked like a goddess. One of Ruby's hands moves to cup Lilith's breast, teasing her nipple with a fingernail. Her arm wraps around Lilith's waist, drawing her close, and they move together in a serpentine sway backwards to the bed.
Ruby is splayed across the mattress on her back, with her legs spread wide and her t-shirt pushed up to expose her belly. She's wet already, a hot pulse between her thighs and she throws her head back when Lilith licks into her, fingers twisting in Lilith's hair. There are some aspects of humanity that Ruby can't get enough of, and head ranks pretty damn high on the list, right above french fries and whiskey. Lilith's tongue fucks up into her cunt and Ruby's free hand moves to play with her own clit; rubbing at it roughly, needing friction, but then Lilith is pulling away.
"How are you progressing with the Winchesters?" Lilith asks into the soft skin of Ruby's inner thigh, eyeing flicking up to Ruby's face.
"Fuck the Winchesters," Ruby hisses. Because fuck, she spends enough time dealing with the goddamn Winchesters, right now she just wants to get off. Feeling particularly daring she pushes Lilith's face back where she wants it and Lilith allows it. She nips at Ruby's fingers until Ruby slides the hand through Lilith's hair. Ruby yanks at her hair, directing her until Lilith is licking and sucking at Ruby's clit, three fingers pushing forcefully into her slick pussy; stretching her deliciously, painfully. Lilith's fingers thrust in, out, in, and out, working Ruby until she's shaking and moaning, forceful hand on Lilith's head keeping her in place. Teeth graze her tender clit, just as Lilith's fingers push impossibly deep inside her and Ruby comes hard; body writhing and she feels her eyes flashing to black, mouth gasping for air. This moment, right now; this is the closest Ruby gets to human.
Lilith crawls up; legs on either side of Ruby, until their lips can lock together. Sucking her taste off Lilith's tongue, Ruby twists their bodies so that she's on top, pulling her mouth away and smirking down at her. The look on Lilith's face says that Ruby had better get to work right the hell now, but Ruby has always been one for pushing boundaries so she takes her time. Trailing fingernails along Lilith's thigh, she sucks at her throat again and when she bites down this time she doesn't stop until she feels the skin break. Tiny beads of blood well up, red wine dark and glistening. Ruby licks them away, then sucks until more flows into Ruby's mouth. She keeps it on her tongue, painting a crimson trail down Lilith's neck, between her breasts and over her belly, her hipbones. It smears and catches messily in the soft, neatly trimmed hair between her legs.
Ruby uses two fingers part the pretty pink lips of Lilith's cunt and tongues inside, staining the delicate flesh a darker pink with the remaining blood in her mouth. She laps up Lilith's taste, her incredible wetness, Lilith making eager little moans above her and Ruby's fingers working her clit. It doesn't take long, and Lilith is deceptively soft when she comes. She's all closed eyes and slack mouthed, body shaking and fingers grasping at the sheets; nothing to show that she could easily snap Ruby's neck like she was one of her dolls; literally rip her to shreds and it would be easy for Ruby to feel like she has the upper hand. But she's smarter than that.
***
"Not long to go. I hope you're ready," Lilith says before she leaves, soft and sweet and laced with terrifying promise. "Don't disappoint me, Ruby."
She kisses Ruby on the cheek (well, more like a scrape of teeth against skin than a kiss) and then she's gone and the room feels a few degrees colder. Maybe, Ruby thinks, she will miss Lilith when all this is over. But the sacrifice will be worth it when Lucifer is standing before her and she can't afford to dwell on it. Time's a’ ticking, and Ruby has work to do.