FIC: Wronger Than Wrong, Righter Than Right.
Name: Wronger Than Wrong, Righter Than Right.
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Anna/Ruby, mentions of others.
Spoilers: 4.09/4.10.
Warning: Slight pain kink. Angel/Demon. So...blasphemy. Slightly disturbing in places.100% Consensual.
Summary: Ruby’s true face isn’t as disgusting as Anna makes it out to be.
Disclaimer: I don't own this.
Author’s Note: For
close_ur_eyes91 .
Beta: skullgirl013 . Always.
She appears in the middle of the fighting, opening the door in front of Anna and pulling her out without a word. Anna screams when she sees her face. Contorted. A demon’s. Ruby pulls at her, drags her away as fast as she can and Anna struggles until she sees Alistair.
If she thought Ruby was disgusting Alistair is worse. She looks at Ruby and sees that she’s suddenly not as bad as she thought and the more she looks the more she sees facets to her face. A kindness only a demon that remembers being human can possess.
Ruby drags her all the way to a car without a word. Ruby drives. Anna sits in the passenger seat, staring at her. “Yeah, I know, alright?” she snaps. “I’m ugly and terrifying. I get that. You’ll be back with the pretty boys soon.”
Anna reaches out, traces Ruby’s face with her fingers. It doesn’t feel like her host to Anna. It feels like the demon inside. But even as it burns her fingertips she just keeps tracing. “It’s not that bad,” she says, quietly.
Ruby bats her hand away. “If you’re tuned into angels that has to hurt,” she says. “Don't do it.”
She looks at her hand. There’s no visible mark. It just stung. She looks back at Ruby, who looks at her. Ruby’s eyes turn black. Anna barely notices.
Ruby leads them to a cabin, takes her inside and tells her to sit. Ruby sits opposite. Silent and brooding.
“What do we do?” Anna asks.
“We wait until it’s safe and then I contact Sam,” Ruby says in a clipped tone. “We don't do anything before that.”
Anna stands up, walks across, sits down next to Ruby and looks at her face again. “I’m sorry I screamed when I saw you.”
Ruby looks at her. “It’s fine.”
“No, really. It was just a shock... and I couldn’t see before...”
“See what?”
Anna traces the side of her face again, ignoring the burning in her hand. “What lies beneath.”
Ruby looks at her. “You should rest,” she says, standing up quickly.
Anna catches her hand, pulls her down hard and seals her mouth against Ruby’s. Ruby stiffens, but then she grabs the side of Anna’s head, threads her hand in her hair and pulls her in closer. Anna groans, the feeling of Ruby’s kiss barely concealing the burning pain.
But it’s worth it to feel Ruby’s tongue flick over her lower lip, her other hand go to Anna’s neck, pull her in even closer, draw her in, entice her to do what feels wronger than wrong.
To do what feels righter than right.
Ruby presses into Anna, slides her hand under Anna’s shirt. Anna’s skin burns beneath the caresses, reminding her what she’s doing is wrong but she doesn’t care. It just makes her feel more pleasure from the touches. Makes her appreciate it more.
She lifts her arms and they break the kiss long enough for Ruby to pull her shirt over her head and drop it to the floor by the seat.
Ruby pushes Anna onto her back, slides her hand down her stomach into the front of her pants. Anna gasps at the combination of pleasure and burning pain. She looks up, meets Ruby’s eyes and pushes at the brunette’s jacket. Ruby pulls her hand back long enough to pull off her jacket and shirt before replacing it and sliding her fingers lower.
Anna arches her back, groans deep in her throat. “Ruby...” she gasps.
Ruby’s fingers enter her, sliding gently within her until she’s writhing, jolts of pleasure shooting through her joined with pain. She grabs Ruby by the back of the hair, pulls her down, hard, to kiss her again, tongue thrusting into her mouth.
Anna reaches down Ruby’s body with her other hand, unbuttons the front of her jeans and slides them down, followed by her underwear. She gently traces down Ruby’s body with her hand; chest, stomach, crotch... Ruby stills, groans, kisses her harder, biting on her lower lip.
Anna’s fingers slip inside Ruby. She’s warm and wet and different, softer. It still hurts to touch her, but Anna still doesn’t care. In fact, she revels in it.
Ruby breaks the kiss, buries her face in Anna’s shoulder, her dark hair falling on Anna’s face. Ruby thrusts her fingers sharply and Anna stifles a yell, eyes falling closed as Ruby thumbs her clit. She turns her head, bites where Ruby’s neck meets her shoulder and squeezes her eyes shut.
Ruby groans, deep in her throat as Anna runs her other hand down her spine, finger tips dragging down their path until they come to a halt at the small of her back, digging in and holding on as they rock, fingers thrusting, together, skin to skin.
It burns Anna all over, every inch of her searing. But it feels so good at the same time, pleasure flooding her body, joining the burning pain. Her nails dig further into Ruby’s back, pulling at the soft skin.
She wraps her legs around Ruby’s, pushes up, slams them both into a sitting position, her straddling Ruby’s small waist, their fingers still buried inside each other. Her hand goes back up Ruby’s back, grabbing her hair and pulling her in for another hard kiss, all tongues and teeth and harsh bites as she pulls at Ruby’s hair.
Ruby lifts Anna, impales her roughly on her fingers. Anna shouts, buries her face in Ruby’s neck and hair as she comes hard, fire burning inside of her. She bites down on the soft skin she finds there, slams her fingers into Ruby violently. Ruby gasps with every movement.
Ruby pulls her fingers from Anna and puts them in her mouth. Sucks on them, hard, as Anna rubs her thumb into Ruby’s clit. Ruby’s eyes roll back in her head as she tastes Anna on her fingers and Anna thinks she’s going to come again seeing her expression. But instead she just kisses her hard before Ruby has chance to pull her fingers from her mouth, tastes herself in Ruby’s mouth, on Ruby’s fingers.
Ruby gasps into Anna’s mouth, pulls her fingers from their joined mouths, grabs her arm, pulls her closer as Anna slams her fingers into the demon, hits exactly the right spot and sends her spiralling off the edge, biting down on her lip and drawing blood as sheer pleasure washes over her.
Anna keeps rubbing her, prolonging her orgasm as she gasps over and over.
Ruby collapses onto her, clings, holds on tight as her breathing goes back to normal, as though she has to fight to regulate it, as though she’s not quite used to breathing. Anna slides from her lap, sits down next to her. Ruby pulls her pants on, not meeting Anna’s eyes.
Anna watches her, reaches for her shirt, pulls it on, hiding her breasts from Ruby’s eyes as Ruby does the same with her own shirt. They sit in silence for a moment before Ruby checks the time. She stands.
“I have to contact Sam,” she says. She opens her mouth in a scream and black smoke escapes out of the body she was in and through the window.
Anna catches the body before it hits the floor, lowers it to the floorboards. It doesn’t burn anymore. Ruby is gone.
And Anna is alone again.