This Was a Bad Idea for casper_san
Title: This Was a Bad Idea
Author/Artist: maryaminx
Recipient:casper_san
Pairing: Dean/Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex with a possessed body
Summary: Ruby and Dean celebrate after a hunt gone right.
Notes: Betaed by the lovely icelily01. I also made a mix for the story. I hope you enjoy!
Dean wasn't even sure why they'd wound up at the bar, pounding back drinks in between baiting the locals into giving up their cash at the pool tables. Sam was still out of it, holed up in their motel room fighting off the last bits of the flu, and they were celebrating a hunt successfully completed. Dean had come across a werewolf just as the flu knocked Sam over, and Sam wouldn't let him wait because the full moon was just two days later.
They had been unable to get another hunter in time, so Sam had the brilliant idea to make Ruby help Dean out. Dead hadn't been happy about it, and Ruby even less so, but Sam had enough energy left in him in between throwing up and blowing his nose to make them go through with it. He'd allowed Dean to set him up in blankets with a bottle of Pedialyte while he did the research for them, then sent them out after the monster with a "You'd better not fuck this up."
The hunt had gone well, with a couple of hiccups when they found out that it was a mated pair hunting together, but Ruby's magic knife and Dean's judicious application of silver bullets had put them both down in the end.
It had been pretty late when they finished up the hunt, and Dean wanted to let Sam rest as much as possible after his marathon research session, so when he said he wasn't headed back to the motel, Ruby decided to tag along.
Then, a healthy amount of alcohol later, Dean was beginning to forget why he hated Ruby so much. She'd kicked ass on the hunt, could hold her liquor like a pro, and was actually funny when she wasn't threatening him. Her obvious enjoyment at fleecing drunk pool players was a plus.
She'd lost her jacket sometime while he wasn't looking and was currently leaning over a table, lining up a shot under the appreciative gaze of a beer-bellied redneck. Dean wasn't into blondes, that was Sam's thing, but there was something in the shift of her shoulders, the way her hair fell across her neck that caught his eye.
Her beauty was pretty much an afterthought; he knew it belonged to the body she was wearing and he'd rather not think about that at all. It was the snake-like grace in her movements, the disconnected, inhuman tilt to her head. He'd never had the opportunity to simply sit and study a demon before, usually too busy worrying about his and Sam's lives to develop any sort of impression. It was…interesting.
Ruby looked up then, putting the finishing touches on her game and taking the man's money with a hilariously out of character coquettish wink. She smirked at him, walking towards Dean with a swing in her hips.
"Like what you see?" she asked, not quite enough mocking in her voice. She ran a hand down her side and rested it on her hip, tilting it toward him.
He coughed and looked away. "Thinking about heading back to the motel."
She pouted at him then stole the rest of his beer.
"Fine," she said after she drained it. "This bar's just about tapped out anyways."
"Why do you even bother to hustle?" he asked. "Can't you just use you demon mojo or whatever?"
"It's all about the thrill of the chase," she replied, reaching out to run a finger over Dean's cheek. He flinched back but held her gaze, unable to look away. "It's no fun if they don't see me coming."
She stepped away and grabbed her coat, which had apparently been hanging on the back of his chair.
"Let's get this show on the road, then."
Ruby led the way to the Impala, waiting meaningfully at the passenger door until he came around to open it for her, then pressed between his body and the door as she slid in. He closed his eyes for a moment after he shut it, breathing in her scent that suddenly seemed heavy in the air. It was vanilla and spice, sharp edged but warm.
He slid into the other side, one hand on the gearshift and the other on the wheel. As he pulled out on to the highway, he felt her fingers on his wrist, nails playing with the sensitive underside. He wasn't sure if she was yanking his chain, just trying to get a reaction out of him, but it was working. He could feel himself harden in his jeans as she scraped her thumb over his pulse point.
Ruby was exactly Sam's type, leggy and blonde with an attitude. Fragile as a china doll with delicate little wrists, she could tear you up in a second.
She laughed, low and dirty. "What do you say we take a detour between here and the motel?"
"I'm not sure that's the best idea," he choked out, seeing her smile turn predatory out of the corner of his eye.
"Oh come on, Dean," she cajoled. "Don't you want to get it on with a demon before you die?"
"Not really on my bucket list," he managed to croak out as her other hand landed on his thigh and moved up.
She laughed again, tossing her hair in a way he could swear was meant to slip her shirt lower on her shoulders, jacket sliding off her knees into the floor board. She stretched, taking her hand off his wrist to stretch, hips arching off the seat. He clutched the steering wheel just a little more tightly.
"Come on, Dean," she repeated. "You are the last person I would think of as being scared of sex."
"It's not the sex I'm afraid of," he said, shifting in his seat as her hand went higher. He must have been drunker than he thought, because it suddenly didn't seem like quite such a bad idea.
He pulled into the parking lot just as her hand reached his groin and he'd pretty much made up his mind, against his better judgment.
"You got a room?" he asked as casually as he could with her fingernails scraping against the hard ridge of his dick.
She grinned, white teeth flashing in the darkness. "Thought you’d never ask."
He got distracted by the swell of her ass halfway to the room; now that the decision had been made his downstairs brain was taking over and he was all systems go. Dean loved sex, that wasn't a secret. He'd take it anywhere, anytime he could get it, but sometimes he would treat himself to something a little more exotic than the average waitress or barmaid. A demon was certainly up there. Probably even beat out Sam's sleeping with a werewolf.
Ruby laughed at his clumsy grab at her ass. "Smooth. Now wonder you're such a hit with the ladies."
"Well you're a sure thing, aren't you?" He asked, getting a firm grip on it.
She laughed and groped him in retaliation. He didn't think demons could get drunk but she was doing a pretty good impression of it, loose-limbed and relaxed like he'd never seen her. She fumbled the key in the lock when he pressed himself against her, rubbing his groin against the small of her back. She was almost as tall as he was in her heels, and he wasn't used to that, but that was just another thing that made this encounter different, unique.
She let him back her against the wall just inside the door when she got it open, and he knew she let him, could feel the strength running underneath her muscles as she pushed up against him, breasts firm against his chest.
And suddenly his body was ready and raring to go, cock thick and heavy between his thighs. He nipped at her neck, licked at it when she arched for him, the hollow of her throat and dip of her clavicle.
She pushed at him, intent, and he stepped back to let her work at his clothes, pulled his jacket down over his shoulders.
"Anybody ever tell you that you wear too many goddamn layers?" she asked, panting into his mouth as he finally gave in and kissed her.
She tasted like beer and cigarettes, nothing like the lip gloss and daiquiri flavor of his usual conquests. Ruby surged forward into the kiss, finishing the job of removing his shirts and then starting on his fly.
Dean ran his hand over her sides and up under her shirt, a black tank that dipped low between her breasts, framing the silver charm hanging between them. He got distracted again, bending down to mouth the skin there, the metallic taste of the jewelry mixed with very human sweat.
She laughed at him. "So ADD," she commented, taking her shirt off herself.
"Not helping," he shot back, with suddenly so much more skin to play with, her breasts and curve of her ribs, down to pretty fantastic abs partially covered by the waistband of her jeans. He wanted to see all of it, then, and he knelt in front of her, hearing Ruby make another comment but not really absorbing it as his fingers tripped over the button and down her zipper, finally pulling them down. She hadn't bothered with underwear and he looked up at her face then, grinning.
Ruby shrugged. "What can I say? I had high hopes for tonight."
His grin widened, and he felt drunk on this now, the buzz of the alcohol subsumed into the utter insanity of the whole situation. He nudged her thighs apart then, wanting to taste, burying his face between her legs and licking.
She swore and he smiled even harder against her skin. This was one thing he knew he was very good at, and he used every trick he knew to wring her out, steadying her with one hand on her hip while the other joined his tongue, fingers dipping into her cunt. She moaned at the penetration, leaning more heavily against the wall, legs sliding even further apart as she relaxed, one hand in his hair, pulling him in.
Despite his recent attempts to get all of the sex possible before his deal came due, it had been a while since he had done this, and he wanted to take his time with it, enjoy himself. Ruby had no such desire, though, and pulled him in more, grinding his face into her pussy. He opened his mouth greedily, lapping at the sweetness. He added another finger and she came, muscles twitching and thighs shaking. He kept licking, pulling her come from her until she shoved him away.
Her hair was tangled around her face, hanging in her eyes as she bent to remove her boots and push her jeans the rest of the way off. She grinned at him, and then sprawled out onto the bed, obviously waiting for him to join her. He followed her example, kicking of his own boots and jeans.
Dean balked then, at her body spread out long and languid on the bed, eyes appropriately demon-dark with arousal, but she called him over, ran a hand up his flank, as comforting as a demon could be.
"There won't be any good things in hell," Ruby told him, and he closed his eyes, but didn't stop listening. "Take this while you can get it, while I can give this to you. I can't tell Sam how to save you, but let me make this better."
He followed her down slowly, and she watched him, stiller even than when they were lying in wait for the werewolves. She was right, Dean thought. In a couple of months there would be no more nights like tonight, spent drinking and playing pool, topped off with sex. He'd be dead and in hell and there would only be pain.
The wave of grief that hit him nearly took his breath away, but he shook it off, sliding between her legs. He'd gone partly soft but Ruby reached up to pull his mouth to hers, her other hand grasping at his ass and pulling him flush against her, cock nudging at her cunt, still slick with her come. He groaned into her mouth, and he could feel the curve of her smile.
"Let me give you this," she repeated, hips moving, working to get him in her. "One last little thing before you're gone."
He shut his eyes again then and just felt, circling his hips until his cock slid into her. Her body wasn't tight, but she was so wet and hot he had to still for a moment. It really hadn't been as often as he'd let Sam believe it was, just driving when Sam had sent him out so he could get some surreptitious research done instead of hooking up.
Ruby was still impatient, though, and he could feel her strength bunching in her muscles, ready to flip them over. He pulled back, balancing more steadily on his knees and began to move. His thrusts were slow and dragging, only the slightest bit of friction against her clit as he pressed into her.
Her breasts shook as she pushed herself up on her elbows, meeting him more fully in his thrust and he bent to lick at them again, small with pink little nipples that looked absolutely delicious.
"Like this body?" she purred, and he growled at her, hips snapping faster. He really didn't want to think about the fact that this body was just that, a body, that Bobby had unloaded a clip into the girl's stomach and there was no way she'd survive. Ruby just smiled some more, all teeth and crinkled eyes as she ran a hand through his hair, nails scraping along the nape of his neck. He shuddered as she did it again, watching as her other hand went to work on her clit.
Her eyes were closed now, chest heaving as he bit at her breasts and ground down into her with each thrust. Her hand was just holding on to his shoulder, bruising a little underneath her fingers, and he welcomed the little bit of pain. In a few weeks pain wouldn't be fun any longer, and he wanted to remember this.
Ruby was making incoherent noises then, and he balanced himself with one hand on the mattress as his other hand joined hers on her clit. He could feel her tightening around him, see her whole body drawing up as the orgasm took her, spasms pulling him deeper into her even as her body relaxed into the bed.
His own orgasm took him by surprise, milked out of him by her body, and she pulled him down to her, wrapping him around her. "Stay," she whispered, and it felt oddly intimate, comfort shared by two hell-bound souls. He fell asleep as she pulled a blanket over them, still tangled together.
When he woke up the next morning, eyes blinking open against the light of the open curtains, the hangover was spectacular. Ruby was back to smirking at him, whatever they shared the night before buried back down beneath the mask of demon, and he groaned.
"Sam can never know," he mumbled into his pillow.
"What's that?" Ruby's voice came, mocking. "Thank you, Ruby, for the best I've ever had? Why you're welcome, Dean, least I can do."
Dean flipped her off and she laughed. He decided going back to Sam can wait a couple more hours, and then they'd hit the road. Once more couldn't hurt, right?
STARSTRUKK FEAT. KATY PERRY BY 3OH!3
Cause I just set them up
To knock them down
I think I should know how
To make love to something innocent
Without leaving my fingerprints
link
She'd lost her jacket sometime while he wasn't looking and was currently leaning over a table, lining up a shot under the appreciative gaze of a beer-bellied redneck.
MANEATER BY NELLY FURTADO
She's a maneater
Make you work hard, make you spend hard
Make you want more of her love
link
"Like what you see?" she asked, not quite enough mocking in her voice. She ran a hand down her side and rested it on her hip, tilting it toward him.
SELL ME CANDY BY RIHANNA
You're selling me a fantasy that I cannot ignore
Sounds so good, 'sprob'ly rotten to the core
Sell me heaven, sell me doves,
What's the charge, what's the cost
link
"It's not the sex I'm afraid of," he said, shifting in his seat as her hand went higher. He must have been drunker than he thought, because it suddenly didn't seem like quite such a bad idea.
IN MY BED BY AMY WINEHOUSE
Now it's not hard to understand
Why we just speak at night
The only time I hold your hand
Is to get the angle right
link
Ruby was still impatient, though, and he could feel her strength bunching in her muscles, ready to flip them over.
LIVE LIKE WE'RE DYING (ACOUSTIC) BY KRIS ALLEN
We're all waiting on the setting of the sun
So if your life flashed before you
What would you wish you would've done
link
In a couple of months there would be no more nights like tonight, spent drinking and playing pool, topped off with sex. He'd be dead and in hell and there would only be pain.
BEAT ME UP BY ALLISON IRAHETA
You love it when I scream your name
But you get your kicks out of causing me pain
Oh baby just beat me up
I love you even though you beat me up
link
Her hand was just holding on to his shoulder, bruising a little underneath her fingers, and he welcomed the little bit of pain. In a few weeks pain wouldn't be fun any longer.
RETURN THE FAVOR FEAT. TIMBALAND BY KERI HILSON
I don't know bout you but I'm down
Feeling alright, boy I feel just
I'm gon' get on my worst behavior
I'll return the favor
link
"Stay," she whispered, and it felt oddly intimate, comfort shared by two hell-bound souls. He fell asleep as she pulled a blanket over them, still tangled together.
DAYLIGHT ROBBERY BY IMOGEN HEAP
Don't mind me just cruising by
Good, it looks like we're the only ones around
Oh, it gets me every time
link
"Sam can never know," he mumbled into his pillow.
Author/Artist: maryaminx
Recipient:casper_san
Pairing: Dean/Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex with a possessed body
Summary: Ruby and Dean celebrate after a hunt gone right.
Notes: Betaed by the lovely icelily01. I also made a mix for the story. I hope you enjoy!
Dean wasn't even sure why they'd wound up at the bar, pounding back drinks in between baiting the locals into giving up their cash at the pool tables. Sam was still out of it, holed up in their motel room fighting off the last bits of the flu, and they were celebrating a hunt successfully completed. Dean had come across a werewolf just as the flu knocked Sam over, and Sam wouldn't let him wait because the full moon was just two days later.
They had been unable to get another hunter in time, so Sam had the brilliant idea to make Ruby help Dean out. Dead hadn't been happy about it, and Ruby even less so, but Sam had enough energy left in him in between throwing up and blowing his nose to make them go through with it. He'd allowed Dean to set him up in blankets with a bottle of Pedialyte while he did the research for them, then sent them out after the monster with a "You'd better not fuck this up."
The hunt had gone well, with a couple of hiccups when they found out that it was a mated pair hunting together, but Ruby's magic knife and Dean's judicious application of silver bullets had put them both down in the end.
It had been pretty late when they finished up the hunt, and Dean wanted to let Sam rest as much as possible after his marathon research session, so when he said he wasn't headed back to the motel, Ruby decided to tag along.
Then, a healthy amount of alcohol later, Dean was beginning to forget why he hated Ruby so much. She'd kicked ass on the hunt, could hold her liquor like a pro, and was actually funny when she wasn't threatening him. Her obvious enjoyment at fleecing drunk pool players was a plus.
She'd lost her jacket sometime while he wasn't looking and was currently leaning over a table, lining up a shot under the appreciative gaze of a beer-bellied redneck. Dean wasn't into blondes, that was Sam's thing, but there was something in the shift of her shoulders, the way her hair fell across her neck that caught his eye.
Her beauty was pretty much an afterthought; he knew it belonged to the body she was wearing and he'd rather not think about that at all. It was the snake-like grace in her movements, the disconnected, inhuman tilt to her head. He'd never had the opportunity to simply sit and study a demon before, usually too busy worrying about his and Sam's lives to develop any sort of impression. It was…interesting.
Ruby looked up then, putting the finishing touches on her game and taking the man's money with a hilariously out of character coquettish wink. She smirked at him, walking towards Dean with a swing in her hips.
"Like what you see?" she asked, not quite enough mocking in her voice. She ran a hand down her side and rested it on her hip, tilting it toward him.
He coughed and looked away. "Thinking about heading back to the motel."
She pouted at him then stole the rest of his beer.
"Fine," she said after she drained it. "This bar's just about tapped out anyways."
"Why do you even bother to hustle?" he asked. "Can't you just use you demon mojo or whatever?"
"It's all about the thrill of the chase," she replied, reaching out to run a finger over Dean's cheek. He flinched back but held her gaze, unable to look away. "It's no fun if they don't see me coming."
She stepped away and grabbed her coat, which had apparently been hanging on the back of his chair.
"Let's get this show on the road, then."
Ruby led the way to the Impala, waiting meaningfully at the passenger door until he came around to open it for her, then pressed between his body and the door as she slid in. He closed his eyes for a moment after he shut it, breathing in her scent that suddenly seemed heavy in the air. It was vanilla and spice, sharp edged but warm.
He slid into the other side, one hand on the gearshift and the other on the wheel. As he pulled out on to the highway, he felt her fingers on his wrist, nails playing with the sensitive underside. He wasn't sure if she was yanking his chain, just trying to get a reaction out of him, but it was working. He could feel himself harden in his jeans as she scraped her thumb over his pulse point.
Ruby was exactly Sam's type, leggy and blonde with an attitude. Fragile as a china doll with delicate little wrists, she could tear you up in a second.
She laughed, low and dirty. "What do you say we take a detour between here and the motel?"
"I'm not sure that's the best idea," he choked out, seeing her smile turn predatory out of the corner of his eye.
"Oh come on, Dean," she cajoled. "Don't you want to get it on with a demon before you die?"
"Not really on my bucket list," he managed to croak out as her other hand landed on his thigh and moved up.
She laughed again, tossing her hair in a way he could swear was meant to slip her shirt lower on her shoulders, jacket sliding off her knees into the floor board. She stretched, taking her hand off his wrist to stretch, hips arching off the seat. He clutched the steering wheel just a little more tightly.
"Come on, Dean," she repeated. "You are the last person I would think of as being scared of sex."
"It's not the sex I'm afraid of," he said, shifting in his seat as her hand went higher. He must have been drunker than he thought, because it suddenly didn't seem like quite such a bad idea.
He pulled into the parking lot just as her hand reached his groin and he'd pretty much made up his mind, against his better judgment.
"You got a room?" he asked as casually as he could with her fingernails scraping against the hard ridge of his dick.
She grinned, white teeth flashing in the darkness. "Thought you’d never ask."
He got distracted by the swell of her ass halfway to the room; now that the decision had been made his downstairs brain was taking over and he was all systems go. Dean loved sex, that wasn't a secret. He'd take it anywhere, anytime he could get it, but sometimes he would treat himself to something a little more exotic than the average waitress or barmaid. A demon was certainly up there. Probably even beat out Sam's sleeping with a werewolf.
Ruby laughed at his clumsy grab at her ass. "Smooth. Now wonder you're such a hit with the ladies."
"Well you're a sure thing, aren't you?" He asked, getting a firm grip on it.
She laughed and groped him in retaliation. He didn't think demons could get drunk but she was doing a pretty good impression of it, loose-limbed and relaxed like he'd never seen her. She fumbled the key in the lock when he pressed himself against her, rubbing his groin against the small of her back. She was almost as tall as he was in her heels, and he wasn't used to that, but that was just another thing that made this encounter different, unique.
She let him back her against the wall just inside the door when she got it open, and he knew she let him, could feel the strength running underneath her muscles as she pushed up against him, breasts firm against his chest.
And suddenly his body was ready and raring to go, cock thick and heavy between his thighs. He nipped at her neck, licked at it when she arched for him, the hollow of her throat and dip of her clavicle.
She pushed at him, intent, and he stepped back to let her work at his clothes, pulled his jacket down over his shoulders.
"Anybody ever tell you that you wear too many goddamn layers?" she asked, panting into his mouth as he finally gave in and kissed her.
She tasted like beer and cigarettes, nothing like the lip gloss and daiquiri flavor of his usual conquests. Ruby surged forward into the kiss, finishing the job of removing his shirts and then starting on his fly.
Dean ran his hand over her sides and up under her shirt, a black tank that dipped low between her breasts, framing the silver charm hanging between them. He got distracted again, bending down to mouth the skin there, the metallic taste of the jewelry mixed with very human sweat.
She laughed at him. "So ADD," she commented, taking her shirt off herself.
"Not helping," he shot back, with suddenly so much more skin to play with, her breasts and curve of her ribs, down to pretty fantastic abs partially covered by the waistband of her jeans. He wanted to see all of it, then, and he knelt in front of her, hearing Ruby make another comment but not really absorbing it as his fingers tripped over the button and down her zipper, finally pulling them down. She hadn't bothered with underwear and he looked up at her face then, grinning.
Ruby shrugged. "What can I say? I had high hopes for tonight."
His grin widened, and he felt drunk on this now, the buzz of the alcohol subsumed into the utter insanity of the whole situation. He nudged her thighs apart then, wanting to taste, burying his face between her legs and licking.
She swore and he smiled even harder against her skin. This was one thing he knew he was very good at, and he used every trick he knew to wring her out, steadying her with one hand on her hip while the other joined his tongue, fingers dipping into her cunt. She moaned at the penetration, leaning more heavily against the wall, legs sliding even further apart as she relaxed, one hand in his hair, pulling him in.
Despite his recent attempts to get all of the sex possible before his deal came due, it had been a while since he had done this, and he wanted to take his time with it, enjoy himself. Ruby had no such desire, though, and pulled him in more, grinding his face into her pussy. He opened his mouth greedily, lapping at the sweetness. He added another finger and she came, muscles twitching and thighs shaking. He kept licking, pulling her come from her until she shoved him away.
Her hair was tangled around her face, hanging in her eyes as she bent to remove her boots and push her jeans the rest of the way off. She grinned at him, and then sprawled out onto the bed, obviously waiting for him to join her. He followed her example, kicking of his own boots and jeans.
Dean balked then, at her body spread out long and languid on the bed, eyes appropriately demon-dark with arousal, but she called him over, ran a hand up his flank, as comforting as a demon could be.
"There won't be any good things in hell," Ruby told him, and he closed his eyes, but didn't stop listening. "Take this while you can get it, while I can give this to you. I can't tell Sam how to save you, but let me make this better."
He followed her down slowly, and she watched him, stiller even than when they were lying in wait for the werewolves. She was right, Dean thought. In a couple of months there would be no more nights like tonight, spent drinking and playing pool, topped off with sex. He'd be dead and in hell and there would only be pain.
The wave of grief that hit him nearly took his breath away, but he shook it off, sliding between her legs. He'd gone partly soft but Ruby reached up to pull his mouth to hers, her other hand grasping at his ass and pulling him flush against her, cock nudging at her cunt, still slick with her come. He groaned into her mouth, and he could feel the curve of her smile.
"Let me give you this," she repeated, hips moving, working to get him in her. "One last little thing before you're gone."
He shut his eyes again then and just felt, circling his hips until his cock slid into her. Her body wasn't tight, but she was so wet and hot he had to still for a moment. It really hadn't been as often as he'd let Sam believe it was, just driving when Sam had sent him out so he could get some surreptitious research done instead of hooking up.
Ruby was still impatient, though, and he could feel her strength bunching in her muscles, ready to flip them over. He pulled back, balancing more steadily on his knees and began to move. His thrusts were slow and dragging, only the slightest bit of friction against her clit as he pressed into her.
Her breasts shook as she pushed herself up on her elbows, meeting him more fully in his thrust and he bent to lick at them again, small with pink little nipples that looked absolutely delicious.
"Like this body?" she purred, and he growled at her, hips snapping faster. He really didn't want to think about the fact that this body was just that, a body, that Bobby had unloaded a clip into the girl's stomach and there was no way she'd survive. Ruby just smiled some more, all teeth and crinkled eyes as she ran a hand through his hair, nails scraping along the nape of his neck. He shuddered as she did it again, watching as her other hand went to work on her clit.
Her eyes were closed now, chest heaving as he bit at her breasts and ground down into her with each thrust. Her hand was just holding on to his shoulder, bruising a little underneath her fingers, and he welcomed the little bit of pain. In a few weeks pain wouldn't be fun any longer, and he wanted to remember this.
Ruby was making incoherent noises then, and he balanced himself with one hand on the mattress as his other hand joined hers on her clit. He could feel her tightening around him, see her whole body drawing up as the orgasm took her, spasms pulling him deeper into her even as her body relaxed into the bed.
His own orgasm took him by surprise, milked out of him by her body, and she pulled him down to her, wrapping him around her. "Stay," she whispered, and it felt oddly intimate, comfort shared by two hell-bound souls. He fell asleep as she pulled a blanket over them, still tangled together.
When he woke up the next morning, eyes blinking open against the light of the open curtains, the hangover was spectacular. Ruby was back to smirking at him, whatever they shared the night before buried back down beneath the mask of demon, and he groaned.
"Sam can never know," he mumbled into his pillow.
"What's that?" Ruby's voice came, mocking. "Thank you, Ruby, for the best I've ever had? Why you're welcome, Dean, least I can do."
Dean flipped her off and she laughed. He decided going back to Sam can wait a couple more hours, and then they'd hit the road. Once more couldn't hurt, right?
STARSTRUKK FEAT. KATY PERRY BY 3OH!3
Cause I just set them up
To knock them down
I think I should know how
To make love to something innocent
Without leaving my fingerprints
link
She'd lost her jacket sometime while he wasn't looking and was currently leaning over a table, lining up a shot under the appreciative gaze of a beer-bellied redneck.
MANEATER BY NELLY FURTADO
She's a maneater
Make you work hard, make you spend hard
Make you want more of her love
link
"Like what you see?" she asked, not quite enough mocking in her voice. She ran a hand down her side and rested it on her hip, tilting it toward him.
SELL ME CANDY BY RIHANNA
You're selling me a fantasy that I cannot ignore
Sounds so good, 'sprob'ly rotten to the core
Sell me heaven, sell me doves,
What's the charge, what's the cost
link
"It's not the sex I'm afraid of," he said, shifting in his seat as her hand went higher. He must have been drunker than he thought, because it suddenly didn't seem like quite such a bad idea.
IN MY BED BY AMY WINEHOUSE
Now it's not hard to understand
Why we just speak at night
The only time I hold your hand
Is to get the angle right
link
Ruby was still impatient, though, and he could feel her strength bunching in her muscles, ready to flip them over.
LIVE LIKE WE'RE DYING (ACOUSTIC) BY KRIS ALLEN
We're all waiting on the setting of the sun
So if your life flashed before you
What would you wish you would've done
link
In a couple of months there would be no more nights like tonight, spent drinking and playing pool, topped off with sex. He'd be dead and in hell and there would only be pain.
BEAT ME UP BY ALLISON IRAHETA
You love it when I scream your name
But you get your kicks out of causing me pain
Oh baby just beat me up
I love you even though you beat me up
link
Her hand was just holding on to his shoulder, bruising a little underneath her fingers, and he welcomed the little bit of pain. In a few weeks pain wouldn't be fun any longer.
RETURN THE FAVOR FEAT. TIMBALAND BY KERI HILSON
I don't know bout you but I'm down
Feeling alright, boy I feel just
I'm gon' get on my worst behavior
I'll return the favor
link
"Stay," she whispered, and it felt oddly intimate, comfort shared by two hell-bound souls. He fell asleep as she pulled a blanket over them, still tangled together.
DAYLIGHT ROBBERY BY IMOGEN HEAP
Don't mind me just cruising by
Good, it looks like we're the only ones around
Oh, it gets me every time
link
"Sam can never know," he mumbled into his pillow.