In Which Sam gives Ruby her Wedding Day Present...
It had been a really long day. She hadn't been to a wedding since she was alive, let alone actually been in one, or the bride for that matter. She was tired. She wanted to just collapse into bed and ice her feet and not do anything for a long, long time, but she was also incredibly happy and wanting to tear that suit off her new husband an enjoy the rest of her evening with him. They had a good long time to get used to each other all over again, and she wanted to take advantage of every moment of it.
Taking a deep breath, she made her way over to the edge of the bed and sat down on it, before looking back over at him with a smile. "Hi."
Sam couldn't help but look at her on the bed in her dress. Ruby just looked so beautiful. Since the moment she had walked down the aisle towards him, he just hadn't been able to tear his eyes away. And while his hip might be aching and he was exhausted, he wasn't planning on doing anything else but peeling away those layers of dress off her until he was able to touch the skin of his newly wedded wife. Something he hadn't had the energy or ability to really do since the day he had woken up in the hospital in the body cast.
"Hey," he said softly, limping over to stand in front of her, leaving the cane hooked on the door. His hand went to caress her cheek and smiled. "You're so beautiful."
She grinned up at him leaning in to kiss him softly, before getting up to angle him towards the bed. "You should sit -- your hip's probably killing you."
"I'll survive." But he did sit next to her, fingers playing with the hairpiece. "You need help getting that out? It looks like a beautiful torture device."
"Sure," she said slowly, shifting to face him and brushing the stray hairs out of the way.
He leaned close to really look at the hairpiece, being very careful as he untangled her hair from each little plastic ball and flower until he was able to pull it away and set it on her lap. He chuckled at the little stray hairs that were now all over the place and he reached up to smooth the top of her head. "There, you're free."
She shook out her hair a bit, suddenly glad she had talked Jo out of the insane amounts of hairspray, before turning around to face him with a smile. "Thanks."
"So when you were walking down the aisle, I realized something I don't think I ever really told." He smiled, leaning on one arm to support him upright. "I was thinking about the first time we met, with you in the warehouse killing the sins to protect me, and that little smirk you had. And later watching you with the french fries... you annoy the hell out of me." There was more but he paused it there for dramatic effect.
"Well, that sucks for you," she teased. "You're stuck with me annoying you forever."
"I know. And I'm ok with it." He grinned. "Because you've always taken care of me, even if I didn't want you to. And I think even back then when there were times I was tempted to cut you with your own knife that I loved you."
A slow smile stretched across her face, and she moved a little closer to him, letting one arm fall around his waist. "Yeah?"
"Yep. I mean, you know how close I am to my brother. And you managed to wedge yourself in there nice and tight, and I kept him from killing you on many occasions. If that's not love, what is it?"
"I don't know," she said softly. "I'm still not sure why you didn't let him kill me, sometimes. You were as pissed at me as he was."
"If I had, we wouldn't be here now. I'm not sure I want to think of what kind of world it would be right now in fact." Sam reached up to caress her cheek. "And while there are a few things I'd really wish hadn't changed, I'm still liking where we are now."
"Me too," she said with a nod, looking back at him as she did. "Me too."
"So... I have a wedding present for you," he said as his smile turned into a sly smirk.
"Oh do you?" she said with a bit of an eyebrow raise. "What's that?"
"See, now if I just told you, it wouldn't be a surprise," Sam leaned closer, the sexy playful look coming to his face that had been absent for a few months now. "You're going to have to unwrap it first."
"Oh yeah?" she said, reaching for the buttons on his shirt as she leaned in closer brushing his lips but not quite kissing him. "Am I gonna like what I find?"
"Well, you're stuck with it for the rest of your life, but you haven't complained yet." He closed his eyes and just let himself feel her hands playing with his clothing.
"Good for me, then," she murmured, before leaning in to kiss him gently, pulling him closer.
Sam grinned in the kiss, letting himself be pulled as he also tried to guide Ruby to lay down on the bed. Then he realized that the dress might pose a problem with that and he laughed, sitting up and looked down at her. "You know, I love that dress, but I think it's going to look better on the floor right now."
She grinned, before turning around and sweeping her hair off her back. "I need a hand."
He leaned close so that he could find the tiny zipper, then carefully pulled it down. As he got it to the end, his lips found the spot on the nape of her neck and kissed there gently.
She closed her eyes at the touch before leaning back a bit, letting the top of her dress pool down at her waist, and keeping the hair off her neck and out of the way.
"Stand up," he said softly against her neck, his hands helping guide the dress off her shoulders before resting on her stomach a moment.
She did as she was told, standing up and letting the dress start to slide over her hips to the floor.
Watching, Sam just let his hands travel along her skin slowly, down her sides, to her hips, then slowly turning her around and pulling her close to he could press his lips against her stomach, kissing her gently with closed eyes.
She closed her eyes at the touch, moving closer and letting her fingers run though his hair softly.
He kept kissing her there, his hands playing along her hips and the lacy panties and garter before he guided her to sit down on his lap so he could trail his kisses up until his lips pulled a firm nipple between them.
She moaned softly at the touch, settling into his lap and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
He sucked and nibbled for a bit, then leaned his head back, taking a deep breath and giving her that smile again. "You realize I'm not going to unwrap myself," he pointed out.
She smirked a bit, before moving to unbutton the shirt slowly, letting her fingers brush against his skin.
Sam leaned his head back, his shaggy hair falling back a bit as he closed his eyes and smiled. "I'm still amazed at just how sensitive my skin is now," he mummered softly.
"It's been a while," she murmured, finishing unbuttoning his shirt and letting her fingers wander over his skin lightly.
"I'm fully aware of that," he said with a chuckle. "Too damn long."
She grinned a bit, before leaning in to kiss him again, pushing herself closer as she pushed his shirt and jacket off his shoulders.
He helped her, getting them off one arm and then to the floor with the other until he was bare chested. There was faint scarring from the battle from Michael, but most of it was healed and just white or light pink lines. But Sam was used to having a body completely covered in some kinds of scars, so they didn't phase him. "I may only have the energy for one round tonight," he told her. "I need to work back up to it. But you get to decide everything tonight."
"Hey, it's about quality, not quantity," she said, shifting off his lap so that she could move further back on the bed. "C'mere."
Sam turned and like the puppy he was, he crawled along the bed, following her. "Yes?"
She leaned back against the pillows before pulling him in for a kiss again, just letting him settle close and his body press against hers.
He leaned down to keep connected in the kiss, bending his arms to rest his elbows on the bed, his body sliding between her legs to press down and then up into her as one hand slid down her side, gently tickling her ribs.
She hummed, pleased into the kiss, sliding one leg around his waist to pull him closer.
A moan escaped his lips as she would feel his body reacting to hers as he pushed up against her again. The hand came back up to cup a breast, massaging it as he kept kissing her hard.
She moaned at the touch, her body pressing up into his as she gripped his shoulders slightly.
"I've been waiting for this..." he muttered. "Almost a week now. Making sure I could do this." He kissed along her neck. "God I missed you."
She tilted her head back to give him better access, just letting her hands wander over his skin and explore on her own. "I've missed you too."
His lips found that spot along her neck that she loved to have teased, and he set about kissing around that area, not hitting it quiet yet. His hand slowly made it's way down her stomach, then pressed between them to run along the silk between her legs.
Her fingers slowly trailed down his body, sliding over skin until she reached the waistband of his pants. She slowly started to undo the fly letting her fingers push through to find skin and push his pants and underwear off his hips.
Gasping at the feel of her hand, his head fell against her shoulder as his hips pumped up against her palm. Then his lips went right to that spot, nipping it as his fingers pushed her panties aside and he slipped a finger into her.
Her hips bucked into his hand, her fingers gripping his hips as she tried to push him deeper with a bit of a moan.
Feeling how ready and wet she was, he didn't waste much more time. As it was, he wasn't sure how long he or his hip was going to last. His finger slid out and not even bothering to remove the panties, he just held them aside as he moved his hips up and guided himself up into her. He moaned as he felt her walls tighten around him and he didn't move, just stayed deep inside as he panted against her neck.
She moaned again as he slid into her, letting her hands slide up as he settled against her. She turned her head to brush her lips against his jawline, neck, shoulder, anything she could reach as she kept him close.
Instinct took over soon enough and his hips started to move, shallow thrusts into her that he accompanied with soft breaths of pleasure. It had been too damn long to miss something this good... and he wanted to make sure that their consummation on this night was one that they would remember. He was already so close to releasing, but he couldn't, not yet. But his fingers went to find her clit, helping her along just in case it ended up being a fast one.
She rolled her hips with him, letting her hands wander at first, but as her body climbed she gripped his shoulders and let her head fall back, just hanging on for the ride.
He waited until he felt her shudder around him, knowing she was hitting the edge and then he pulled back in his mind, doing his best from joining her. He needed to make it last. However, Sam's hip had it's own ideas, and instead of admitting defeat, he rolled them over, kicking his pants off the rest of the way while never losing that connection, and had Ruby on top of him. It also let his hands be free to explore her body now, touching all the beautiful parts of her.
It didn't take her long to adjust to the change in position, before starting to roll her hips against his gently, working towards pushing him over herself. As much as she would love for it to last, she didn't want him pushing himself either, and it had already been good for her. She leaned forward, nipping against the side of his neck as her hands continued to wander over his skin.
He sighed softly, closing his eyes as his hands went to her hips, guiding her along and shifting her just a bit so it felt better to him and less pressure on the hip. His breathing steadily got faster as they went along, enjoying the feeling of her riding him without straining in the act of lovemaking.
She moved with his adjustments, bracing herself over him, as she worked against him, shifting the angle just enough to hit just the right spot inside her, staying in close and leaning in to kiss him again.
He kissed her back, and soon he got to that point where he felt his edge come and then he fell over. He gasped as his head fell back, his back arching as he released deep inside of her. His hips kept thrusting until he was spent and his body sagged back against the bed while he tried to catch his breath.
She shifted forward with him, placing gentle kisses against the side of his neck as she lifted her body off him, moving to settle in next to him.
His arm curled around her, keeping her close. Finally he looked down at her and pushed some hair from her face, smiling. "You like your present?"
"I do," she said with a grin. "I like it a lot. Do I get to use it again later?"
"You get to use it whenever you want. Mrs. Winchester." His smile grew at that. Ruby was his wife now. They really did it. "For the rest of our lives."
"Good," she said, the grin widening slightly. "And I don't have to share, either."
"Not unless you want too." That was the Winchester ego speaking as he grinned.
Ruby gave him a bit of a look, before snuggling in closer. "I don't think so. I'm kind of selfish that way."
"Me too." He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Ruby."
"Love you too, Sam," she said with a nod, before closing her eyes and starting to drift off to sleep, happy in her husband's arms.
Taking a deep breath, she made her way over to the edge of the bed and sat down on it, before looking back over at him with a smile. "Hi."
Sam couldn't help but look at her on the bed in her dress. Ruby just looked so beautiful. Since the moment she had walked down the aisle towards him, he just hadn't been able to tear his eyes away. And while his hip might be aching and he was exhausted, he wasn't planning on doing anything else but peeling away those layers of dress off her until he was able to touch the skin of his newly wedded wife. Something he hadn't had the energy or ability to really do since the day he had woken up in the hospital in the body cast.
"Hey," he said softly, limping over to stand in front of her, leaving the cane hooked on the door. His hand went to caress her cheek and smiled. "You're so beautiful."
She grinned up at him leaning in to kiss him softly, before getting up to angle him towards the bed. "You should sit -- your hip's probably killing you."
"I'll survive." But he did sit next to her, fingers playing with the hairpiece. "You need help getting that out? It looks like a beautiful torture device."
"Sure," she said slowly, shifting to face him and brushing the stray hairs out of the way.
He leaned close to really look at the hairpiece, being very careful as he untangled her hair from each little plastic ball and flower until he was able to pull it away and set it on her lap. He chuckled at the little stray hairs that were now all over the place and he reached up to smooth the top of her head. "There, you're free."
She shook out her hair a bit, suddenly glad she had talked Jo out of the insane amounts of hairspray, before turning around to face him with a smile. "Thanks."
"So when you were walking down the aisle, I realized something I don't think I ever really told." He smiled, leaning on one arm to support him upright. "I was thinking about the first time we met, with you in the warehouse killing the sins to protect me, and that little smirk you had. And later watching you with the french fries... you annoy the hell out of me." There was more but he paused it there for dramatic effect.
"Well, that sucks for you," she teased. "You're stuck with me annoying you forever."
"I know. And I'm ok with it." He grinned. "Because you've always taken care of me, even if I didn't want you to. And I think even back then when there were times I was tempted to cut you with your own knife that I loved you."
A slow smile stretched across her face, and she moved a little closer to him, letting one arm fall around his waist. "Yeah?"
"Yep. I mean, you know how close I am to my brother. And you managed to wedge yourself in there nice and tight, and I kept him from killing you on many occasions. If that's not love, what is it?"
"I don't know," she said softly. "I'm still not sure why you didn't let him kill me, sometimes. You were as pissed at me as he was."
"If I had, we wouldn't be here now. I'm not sure I want to think of what kind of world it would be right now in fact." Sam reached up to caress her cheek. "And while there are a few things I'd really wish hadn't changed, I'm still liking where we are now."
"Me too," she said with a nod, looking back at him as she did. "Me too."
"So... I have a wedding present for you," he said as his smile turned into a sly smirk.
"Oh do you?" she said with a bit of an eyebrow raise. "What's that?"
"See, now if I just told you, it wouldn't be a surprise," Sam leaned closer, the sexy playful look coming to his face that had been absent for a few months now. "You're going to have to unwrap it first."
"Oh yeah?" she said, reaching for the buttons on his shirt as she leaned in closer brushing his lips but not quite kissing him. "Am I gonna like what I find?"
"Well, you're stuck with it for the rest of your life, but you haven't complained yet." He closed his eyes and just let himself feel her hands playing with his clothing.
"Good for me, then," she murmured, before leaning in to kiss him gently, pulling him closer.
Sam grinned in the kiss, letting himself be pulled as he also tried to guide Ruby to lay down on the bed. Then he realized that the dress might pose a problem with that and he laughed, sitting up and looked down at her. "You know, I love that dress, but I think it's going to look better on the floor right now."
She grinned, before turning around and sweeping her hair off her back. "I need a hand."
He leaned close so that he could find the tiny zipper, then carefully pulled it down. As he got it to the end, his lips found the spot on the nape of her neck and kissed there gently.
She closed her eyes at the touch before leaning back a bit, letting the top of her dress pool down at her waist, and keeping the hair off her neck and out of the way.
"Stand up," he said softly against her neck, his hands helping guide the dress off her shoulders before resting on her stomach a moment.
She did as she was told, standing up and letting the dress start to slide over her hips to the floor.
Watching, Sam just let his hands travel along her skin slowly, down her sides, to her hips, then slowly turning her around and pulling her close to he could press his lips against her stomach, kissing her gently with closed eyes.
She closed her eyes at the touch, moving closer and letting her fingers run though his hair softly.
He kept kissing her there, his hands playing along her hips and the lacy panties and garter before he guided her to sit down on his lap so he could trail his kisses up until his lips pulled a firm nipple between them.
She moaned softly at the touch, settling into his lap and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
He sucked and nibbled for a bit, then leaned his head back, taking a deep breath and giving her that smile again. "You realize I'm not going to unwrap myself," he pointed out.
She smirked a bit, before moving to unbutton the shirt slowly, letting her fingers brush against his skin.
Sam leaned his head back, his shaggy hair falling back a bit as he closed his eyes and smiled. "I'm still amazed at just how sensitive my skin is now," he mummered softly.
"It's been a while," she murmured, finishing unbuttoning his shirt and letting her fingers wander over his skin lightly.
"I'm fully aware of that," he said with a chuckle. "Too damn long."
She grinned a bit, before leaning in to kiss him again, pushing herself closer as she pushed his shirt and jacket off his shoulders.
He helped her, getting them off one arm and then to the floor with the other until he was bare chested. There was faint scarring from the battle from Michael, but most of it was healed and just white or light pink lines. But Sam was used to having a body completely covered in some kinds of scars, so they didn't phase him. "I may only have the energy for one round tonight," he told her. "I need to work back up to it. But you get to decide everything tonight."
"Hey, it's about quality, not quantity," she said, shifting off his lap so that she could move further back on the bed. "C'mere."
Sam turned and like the puppy he was, he crawled along the bed, following her. "Yes?"
She leaned back against the pillows before pulling him in for a kiss again, just letting him settle close and his body press against hers.
He leaned down to keep connected in the kiss, bending his arms to rest his elbows on the bed, his body sliding between her legs to press down and then up into her as one hand slid down her side, gently tickling her ribs.
She hummed, pleased into the kiss, sliding one leg around his waist to pull him closer.
A moan escaped his lips as she would feel his body reacting to hers as he pushed up against her again. The hand came back up to cup a breast, massaging it as he kept kissing her hard.
She moaned at the touch, her body pressing up into his as she gripped his shoulders slightly.
"I've been waiting for this..." he muttered. "Almost a week now. Making sure I could do this." He kissed along her neck. "God I missed you."
She tilted her head back to give him better access, just letting her hands wander over his skin and explore on her own. "I've missed you too."
His lips found that spot along her neck that she loved to have teased, and he set about kissing around that area, not hitting it quiet yet. His hand slowly made it's way down her stomach, then pressed between them to run along the silk between her legs.
Her fingers slowly trailed down his body, sliding over skin until she reached the waistband of his pants. She slowly started to undo the fly letting her fingers push through to find skin and push his pants and underwear off his hips.
Gasping at the feel of her hand, his head fell against her shoulder as his hips pumped up against her palm. Then his lips went right to that spot, nipping it as his fingers pushed her panties aside and he slipped a finger into her.
Her hips bucked into his hand, her fingers gripping his hips as she tried to push him deeper with a bit of a moan.
Feeling how ready and wet she was, he didn't waste much more time. As it was, he wasn't sure how long he or his hip was going to last. His finger slid out and not even bothering to remove the panties, he just held them aside as he moved his hips up and guided himself up into her. He moaned as he felt her walls tighten around him and he didn't move, just stayed deep inside as he panted against her neck.
She moaned again as he slid into her, letting her hands slide up as he settled against her. She turned her head to brush her lips against his jawline, neck, shoulder, anything she could reach as she kept him close.
Instinct took over soon enough and his hips started to move, shallow thrusts into her that he accompanied with soft breaths of pleasure. It had been too damn long to miss something this good... and he wanted to make sure that their consummation on this night was one that they would remember. He was already so close to releasing, but he couldn't, not yet. But his fingers went to find her clit, helping her along just in case it ended up being a fast one.
She rolled her hips with him, letting her hands wander at first, but as her body climbed she gripped his shoulders and let her head fall back, just hanging on for the ride.
He waited until he felt her shudder around him, knowing she was hitting the edge and then he pulled back in his mind, doing his best from joining her. He needed to make it last. However, Sam's hip had it's own ideas, and instead of admitting defeat, he rolled them over, kicking his pants off the rest of the way while never losing that connection, and had Ruby on top of him. It also let his hands be free to explore her body now, touching all the beautiful parts of her.
It didn't take her long to adjust to the change in position, before starting to roll her hips against his gently, working towards pushing him over herself. As much as she would love for it to last, she didn't want him pushing himself either, and it had already been good for her. She leaned forward, nipping against the side of his neck as her hands continued to wander over his skin.
He sighed softly, closing his eyes as his hands went to her hips, guiding her along and shifting her just a bit so it felt better to him and less pressure on the hip. His breathing steadily got faster as they went along, enjoying the feeling of her riding him without straining in the act of lovemaking.
She moved with his adjustments, bracing herself over him, as she worked against him, shifting the angle just enough to hit just the right spot inside her, staying in close and leaning in to kiss him again.
He kissed her back, and soon he got to that point where he felt his edge come and then he fell over. He gasped as his head fell back, his back arching as he released deep inside of her. His hips kept thrusting until he was spent and his body sagged back against the bed while he tried to catch his breath.
She shifted forward with him, placing gentle kisses against the side of his neck as she lifted her body off him, moving to settle in next to him.
His arm curled around her, keeping her close. Finally he looked down at her and pushed some hair from her face, smiling. "You like your present?"
"I do," she said with a grin. "I like it a lot. Do I get to use it again later?"
"You get to use it whenever you want. Mrs. Winchester." His smile grew at that. Ruby was his wife now. They really did it. "For the rest of our lives."
"Good," she said, the grin widening slightly. "And I don't have to share, either."
"Not unless you want too." That was the Winchester ego speaking as he grinned.
Ruby gave him a bit of a look, before snuggling in closer. "I don't think so. I'm kind of selfish that way."
"Me too." He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Ruby."
"Love you too, Sam," she said with a nod, before closing her eyes and starting to drift off to sleep, happy in her husband's arms.