SPN Fic: once my flame and twice my burn // Sam/Ruby // NC-17
Title: once my flame and twice my burn 
Pairing: Sam/Ruby, implied Sam/Dean (unresolved)
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1691, beta'd by the wonderful kantayra
Disclaimer: If I owned it I'd never share it. I'm greedy that way.
Summary: She leaned her hip against the desk and ran a finger across the cheaply stained desk. "Something you want to confess, Sam? You can tell me. Promise."
A/N: This was not the original Sam/Ruby fic I want to write, but instead another one that kind of came out of nowhere when I was trying to figure out how to start the one I REALLY want to write. That one is coming slowly but in the meantime, here's my first offering for this pairing.
I haven't made any secret of the fact that I have an issue with Katie Cassidy's acting but there's something really intriguing about the character and what her motivation is to help Sam. This might tie in with what I want to write next and explore my (totally unspoiled) theories about her. Wanting to write fic about her, especially in this context, is surprising but what are you going to do, right?
In the meantime I give you porn.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you that all work and no play make Sam a depressingly dull boy?" Ruby asked as she walked into Sam and Dean's motel room.
Sam dropped his pen to the desk and glared at her. "Didn't anyone ever tell you to knock first?"
"Probably." She shrugged, then grinned. "I've never been one to follow the rules, though."
Sam rolled his eyes and picked up his pen again, returning to the book he was doing research out of. "What do you want, Ruby?"
She shrugged. "I was bored, came to talk."
"To talk?" Sam asked skeptically.
"Sure. What? You think that I'm just blonde hair and big blue eyes?"
"No, I think you're evil."
"Potato, potahto."
"Ruby..." Sam sighed. "Why are you here?"
"Do you and Dean share a room out of necessity or is there another reason?" Ruby asked casually, switching tracks as she sat on one of the beds and bounced on it experimentally.
"Excuse me?" Sam asked, looking up from his paper again.
"What other grown men share a room all the time? It's a little weird."
"Are you asking what I think you're asking?" Sam asked, his eyes widening slightly.
"Oh, come on. You two are Freudian wet dream. Daddy issues galore; irregular, unstable childhood; inability to keep a girlfriend; obsession with weapons and violence-"
Sam cut her off, incredulous. "Are you seriously asking if-"
"Yup. Curious minds and all that." Ruby nodded.
"Whose?" Sam was torn between being confused, outraged, and wanting to laugh at the absurdity of it all.
Ruby shrugged. "You know, people." Sam narrowed his eyes. "The other demons, okay? You should hear what a lot of them say about you two. Personally, I think they're just jealous."
"I think... I think you're insane."
"Probably. But you still haven't answered my question. Are you and Dean...?" Ruby pushed, staring at Sam intently.
"I'm not answering that. I'm not giving you ammo or letting you win a bet or whatever you have going with other--Jesus, the other demons. Also? You're crazy so I'm not playing into your delusions."
"So you two are." Ruby smirked.
Sam shoved his pen and paper away and ran a hand through his hair. "Go away, Ruby," Sam told her tiredly.
Ruby's eyes flashed and she pushed herself off the bed, crossing the room to him. She leaned her hip against the desk and ran a finger across the cheaply stained desk. "Something you want to confess, Sam? You can tell me. Promise."
Sam snorted. "Excuse me if I don't trust the promises of a demon."
"You already have."
"Don't remind me."
"Don't change the subject. A refusal to tell me is as good as an admission of guilt. A blatant denial is an admission of guilt." Ruby edged forward along the desk, toward Sam. Her fingers trailed closer to Sam's hand, but he pushed away from the desk, mouth set in a hard line.
"Are you trying to piss me off? Are you trying to see if I'll use the Colt on you? What are you doing here, Ruby?"
She walked around to the front of the desk where Sam was sitting and perched against the edge. She leaned over and into Sam's face so he could smell her perfume and the scent from her hair, which hung down, framing her face.
"Just here to find out more about you. I'm intrigued. I'm interested. I want to know if you're a peas or carrots man, black or white, boxers or briefs. I want to know if you're banging your brother into next week when you two are in these rooms together, all by yourselves and--"
Ruby was cut off and slammed back against the wall behind the desk, pushed up to sit properly on the surface. Sam stood over her with a hand on her neck and his face inches from hers.
"Shut up," he growled. Ruby kept her hands to her sides and let the corners of her mouth turn up slowly.
"Well Sammy," she murmured. Sam's eyes flared. "I didn't know you have it in you. What would happen if--"
"Don't call me Sammy," he snarled and bent down, covering Ruby's mouth with his own, crushing their lips together.
Ruby let him try to dominate her with brute force, then moved her hands to his broad shoulders and pulled him down closer, forcing him to lean over lower body, between her legs.
"Bet you're an animal with him," Ruby muttered against Sam's mouth. "All that pent up frustration and rage--sexual tension everywhere. It comes off you in waves."
Sam pulled away enough to look Ruby in the eyes, his own hot and flashing as his hands found her hips. "Shut the fuck up," he ground out and tugged her body forward, toward the edge of the desk again.
Ruby smirked to herself and pulled Sam back in, burying a hand in his hair, tugging on it enough to make him hiss into her mouth. She wrapped her right leg around Sam's left and pulled him between her legs, against her.
He was hard. He was hard, and every time their mouths met angrily or she tugged him to her by his hair or their bodies shifted at all, she could feel him getting harder.
She dropped one of her hands to Sam's waist and searched for the hems of his shirts, those damn layers. Finally she got her hand under and scraped her nails along his belly, sharper than Sam was expecting because he gasped and jerked away. He stared down at her for a moment, his harsh breath mixing with hers. For a second Ruby was worried he was coming to his senses and calming down, but he grabbed her hips tighter and pulled her off the desk, against his body.
"I bet--" Ruby started, still pushing. But Sam didn't let her get her line out and kissed her again, pushing his tongue into her mouth quickly while his hand found her belt buckle. She stood on tiptoe to give him better access and reached for his pants as Sam's tongue explored her mouth, invading her.
Ruby's jeans and panties were on the floor at her feet so fast she wondered later who was really in control. She only managed to get Sam's pants open and pushed down enough to pull him out before his huge hands lifted her back onto the desk.
She reached between them to open the snaps on her jacket, to try to get her shirt off, but Sam pulled away and reached for his wallet, distracting her. She watched him pull out a condom and raised an eyebrow.
"You're actually going to wear that?" she asked, surprised.
Sam gave her a look and tore the wrapper open and rolled it on. Ruby watched eagerly, then moaned when two of Sam's long fingers slipped inside her slowly.
With Sam's help she slid closer to the edge of the desk and arched her hips up, angling his fingers a certain way.
"Tight," Sam groaned.
"Hey, Sam?" Ruby said breathily, her eyes half closed.
'What?" he grunted.
"I don't know if this body is a virgin." Sam's mouth dropped open, and his breathing got raspier.
"You've never?"
"You're my first. In this body, anyway," she was quick to clarify.
"Jesus, I don't know..." Sam's fingers started to slip out of her so Ruby grabbed his hand with one of her own and reached for his cock with the other.
"Don't you dare," she warned. "Fuck me."
She stroked her hand up and down Sam's stiff cock a couple of times and watched his eyes half-close. He slid his fingers back in and added another, stroking them in her a few times before pulling away fully and stepping closer between her legs.
Ruby opened her mouth to say something, but Sam kissed her before she could and lined his cock up, pushing forward slowly.
Ruby whimpered into Sam's mouth as he sank into her carefully. Too slow and almost too big for her, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and wished she had naked flesh to claw her nails into.
Sam started thrusting slowly, letting her get used to him. He buried his face in her neck and breathed hot against her skin.
Ruby rocked with his thrusts as they moved faster, arching up to him to take his cock as hard as she could. Sam held her hips and kept tugging her forward as she edged backwards with the motion of their bodies.
"Sam... Sam--fuck!" Ruby gasped. She knew he was close when his breathing got erratic against her skin and reached between them with one hand to help get herself off. Sam held her tighter, and his hips faltered. She felt him swell, and then his body jerked against her. Ruby watched his face as he tipped his head back and let his own moans send her over the edge.
Sam waited for Ruby to ride out the rest of her own orgasm, then pulled out and stripped the condom off. He went directly to the bathroom to flush it, dispose of the evidence, and when he returned he looked like nothing happened between them, aside from some overly pink cheeks. He bent down and grabbed her clothes, indicating silently that she should get dressed.
Sam returned to his desk and picked up his pen again while Ruby pulled on her pants at a leisurely pace, watching Sam closely. She ran her fingers through her hair and tugged her jacket down, back into place.
Sam never looked up or gave Ruby any notice as she took her time, pacing across the room casually before heading for the door.
"So I guess I'll be going now," she finally said.
"Okay. See you when you come to annoy me again," Sam said, still not looking up.
"Ha ha," Ruby replied sarcastically, but she was smiling a little. She paused at the door with her hand on the knob. "Oh, Sam?"
"Hmm?"
"You never did answer my question."
"Goodbye, Ruby," Sam said forcefully, finally looking up and staring her directly in the eye.
"See you around, Sam."
She winked at him and was gone.
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Pairing: Sam/Ruby, implied Sam/Dean (unresolved)
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1691, beta'd by the wonderful kantayra
Disclaimer: If I owned it I'd never share it. I'm greedy that way.
Summary: She leaned her hip against the desk and ran a finger across the cheaply stained desk. "Something you want to confess, Sam? You can tell me. Promise."
A/N: This was not the original Sam/Ruby fic I want to write, but instead another one that kind of came out of nowhere when I was trying to figure out how to start the one I REALLY want to write. That one is coming slowly but in the meantime, here's my first offering for this pairing.
I haven't made any secret of the fact that I have an issue with Katie Cassidy's acting but there's something really intriguing about the character and what her motivation is to help Sam. This might tie in with what I want to write next and explore my (totally unspoiled) theories about her. Wanting to write fic about her, especially in this context, is surprising but what are you going to do, right?
In the meantime I give you porn.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you that all work and no play make Sam a depressingly dull boy?" Ruby asked as she walked into Sam and Dean's motel room.
Sam dropped his pen to the desk and glared at her. "Didn't anyone ever tell you to knock first?"
"Probably." She shrugged, then grinned. "I've never been one to follow the rules, though."
Sam rolled his eyes and picked up his pen again, returning to the book he was doing research out of. "What do you want, Ruby?"
She shrugged. "I was bored, came to talk."
"To talk?" Sam asked skeptically.
"Sure. What? You think that I'm just blonde hair and big blue eyes?"
"No, I think you're evil."
"Potato, potahto."
"Ruby..." Sam sighed. "Why are you here?"
"Do you and Dean share a room out of necessity or is there another reason?" Ruby asked casually, switching tracks as she sat on one of the beds and bounced on it experimentally.
"Excuse me?" Sam asked, looking up from his paper again.
"What other grown men share a room all the time? It's a little weird."
"Are you asking what I think you're asking?" Sam asked, his eyes widening slightly.
"Oh, come on. You two are Freudian wet dream. Daddy issues galore; irregular, unstable childhood; inability to keep a girlfriend; obsession with weapons and violence-"
Sam cut her off, incredulous. "Are you seriously asking if-"
"Yup. Curious minds and all that." Ruby nodded.
"Whose?" Sam was torn between being confused, outraged, and wanting to laugh at the absurdity of it all.
Ruby shrugged. "You know, people." Sam narrowed his eyes. "The other demons, okay? You should hear what a lot of them say about you two. Personally, I think they're just jealous."
"I think... I think you're insane."
"Probably. But you still haven't answered my question. Are you and Dean...?" Ruby pushed, staring at Sam intently.
"I'm not answering that. I'm not giving you ammo or letting you win a bet or whatever you have going with other--Jesus, the other demons. Also? You're crazy so I'm not playing into your delusions."
"So you two are." Ruby smirked.
Sam shoved his pen and paper away and ran a hand through his hair. "Go away, Ruby," Sam told her tiredly.
Ruby's eyes flashed and she pushed herself off the bed, crossing the room to him. She leaned her hip against the desk and ran a finger across the cheaply stained desk. "Something you want to confess, Sam? You can tell me. Promise."
Sam snorted. "Excuse me if I don't trust the promises of a demon."
"You already have."
"Don't remind me."
"Don't change the subject. A refusal to tell me is as good as an admission of guilt. A blatant denial is an admission of guilt." Ruby edged forward along the desk, toward Sam. Her fingers trailed closer to Sam's hand, but he pushed away from the desk, mouth set in a hard line.
"Are you trying to piss me off? Are you trying to see if I'll use the Colt on you? What are you doing here, Ruby?"
She walked around to the front of the desk where Sam was sitting and perched against the edge. She leaned over and into Sam's face so he could smell her perfume and the scent from her hair, which hung down, framing her face.
"Just here to find out more about you. I'm intrigued. I'm interested. I want to know if you're a peas or carrots man, black or white, boxers or briefs. I want to know if you're banging your brother into next week when you two are in these rooms together, all by yourselves and--"
Ruby was cut off and slammed back against the wall behind the desk, pushed up to sit properly on the surface. Sam stood over her with a hand on her neck and his face inches from hers.
"Shut up," he growled. Ruby kept her hands to her sides and let the corners of her mouth turn up slowly.
"Well Sammy," she murmured. Sam's eyes flared. "I didn't know you have it in you. What would happen if--"
"Don't call me Sammy," he snarled and bent down, covering Ruby's mouth with his own, crushing their lips together.
Ruby let him try to dominate her with brute force, then moved her hands to his broad shoulders and pulled him down closer, forcing him to lean over lower body, between her legs.
"Bet you're an animal with him," Ruby muttered against Sam's mouth. "All that pent up frustration and rage--sexual tension everywhere. It comes off you in waves."
Sam pulled away enough to look Ruby in the eyes, his own hot and flashing as his hands found her hips. "Shut the fuck up," he ground out and tugged her body forward, toward the edge of the desk again.
Ruby smirked to herself and pulled Sam back in, burying a hand in his hair, tugging on it enough to make him hiss into her mouth. She wrapped her right leg around Sam's left and pulled him between her legs, against her.
He was hard. He was hard, and every time their mouths met angrily or she tugged him to her by his hair or their bodies shifted at all, she could feel him getting harder.
She dropped one of her hands to Sam's waist and searched for the hems of his shirts, those damn layers. Finally she got her hand under and scraped her nails along his belly, sharper than Sam was expecting because he gasped and jerked away. He stared down at her for a moment, his harsh breath mixing with hers. For a second Ruby was worried he was coming to his senses and calming down, but he grabbed her hips tighter and pulled her off the desk, against his body.
"I bet--" Ruby started, still pushing. But Sam didn't let her get her line out and kissed her again, pushing his tongue into her mouth quickly while his hand found her belt buckle. She stood on tiptoe to give him better access and reached for his pants as Sam's tongue explored her mouth, invading her.
Ruby's jeans and panties were on the floor at her feet so fast she wondered later who was really in control. She only managed to get Sam's pants open and pushed down enough to pull him out before his huge hands lifted her back onto the desk.
She reached between them to open the snaps on her jacket, to try to get her shirt off, but Sam pulled away and reached for his wallet, distracting her. She watched him pull out a condom and raised an eyebrow.
"You're actually going to wear that?" she asked, surprised.
Sam gave her a look and tore the wrapper open and rolled it on. Ruby watched eagerly, then moaned when two of Sam's long fingers slipped inside her slowly.
With Sam's help she slid closer to the edge of the desk and arched her hips up, angling his fingers a certain way.
"Tight," Sam groaned.
"Hey, Sam?" Ruby said breathily, her eyes half closed.
'What?" he grunted.
"I don't know if this body is a virgin." Sam's mouth dropped open, and his breathing got raspier.
"You've never?"
"You're my first. In this body, anyway," she was quick to clarify.
"Jesus, I don't know..." Sam's fingers started to slip out of her so Ruby grabbed his hand with one of her own and reached for his cock with the other.
"Don't you dare," she warned. "Fuck me."
She stroked her hand up and down Sam's stiff cock a couple of times and watched his eyes half-close. He slid his fingers back in and added another, stroking them in her a few times before pulling away fully and stepping closer between her legs.
Ruby opened her mouth to say something, but Sam kissed her before she could and lined his cock up, pushing forward slowly.
Ruby whimpered into Sam's mouth as he sank into her carefully. Too slow and almost too big for her, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and wished she had naked flesh to claw her nails into.
Sam started thrusting slowly, letting her get used to him. He buried his face in her neck and breathed hot against her skin.
Ruby rocked with his thrusts as they moved faster, arching up to him to take his cock as hard as she could. Sam held her hips and kept tugging her forward as she edged backwards with the motion of their bodies.
"Sam... Sam--fuck!" Ruby gasped. She knew he was close when his breathing got erratic against her skin and reached between them with one hand to help get herself off. Sam held her tighter, and his hips faltered. She felt him swell, and then his body jerked against her. Ruby watched his face as he tipped his head back and let his own moans send her over the edge.
Sam waited for Ruby to ride out the rest of her own orgasm, then pulled out and stripped the condom off. He went directly to the bathroom to flush it, dispose of the evidence, and when he returned he looked like nothing happened between them, aside from some overly pink cheeks. He bent down and grabbed her clothes, indicating silently that she should get dressed.
Sam returned to his desk and picked up his pen again while Ruby pulled on her pants at a leisurely pace, watching Sam closely. She ran her fingers through her hair and tugged her jacket down, back into place.
Sam never looked up or gave Ruby any notice as she took her time, pacing across the room casually before heading for the door.
"So I guess I'll be going now," she finally said.
"Okay. See you when you come to annoy me again," Sam said, still not looking up.
"Ha ha," Ruby replied sarcastically, but she was smiling a little. She paused at the door with her hand on the knob. "Oh, Sam?"
"Hmm?"
"You never did answer my question."
"Goodbye, Ruby," Sam said forcefully, finally looking up and staring her directly in the eye.
"See you around, Sam."
She winked at him and was gone.
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