With her red dress on
Title: With her red dress on
Pairing: Ruby/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1500
Betas: Many thanks to zooey_glass04, deirdre_c and adelheide.
Notes: refers to canon from 4.16. Features sex during menstruation. Yes, I went there. C'mon you knew someone was going to write it.
Summary: Ruby works out a way to satisfy Sam and get what she wants.
Ruby knew Sam was close long before she heard the rumble of the car outside her door. She didn’t know if it was the sharing of her blood, whether it bonded them in some way, or if it was just the sixth sense of a woman - okay, demon - keen with anticipation.
Sam came to her more regularly now, although not more willingly. She could feel his hunger for her, the heavy bass thrum of it in the air, but each time she still made him ask for it. Not beg, not quite, although last time he had had that note in the edge of his voice. She needed to hear him say it.
It was frustrating the way Sam wouldn't just accept that he wanted this, and take it with pleasure instead of guilt. There was no mistaking the desire in his eyes when she offered herself to him, but it was focused only on the blood. He barely touched her anymore, would tolerate a kiss but impatiently, chafing at the delay to get what really mattered. She loved his lips on her where she sliced her skin with the knife, the tension as he sucked and licked, the small moans of satisfaction he couldn’t stop in the back of his throat, but she wanted more.
She wanted him eager for her and not just as a demon juice bar. She longed to feel his hands and mouth all over her again, to hear him whispering her name as his cock stretched her open, to feel her pulse quicken, and her breath catch. To feel alive. She tried to believe it could happen given time, but a small part of her stood to the side with arms crossed and a cynical smirk and said, "Ruby, admit it, he's just not that into you."
She knew Sam didn't love her - possibly didn’t even like her - but when you've been dead a thousand years the finer distinctions of these things matter less. Truth be told, even when she was alive, Ruby was quite happy just to be of use to someone. Love had been in short supply when the Black Death arrived, but a witch with a few healing skills attracted some gratitude. Men and women who previously would've spat at her, or reported her to the priests, came groveling and begging for her help and it felt good. She viewed most of them with disdain, which helped dull the pain when they died, or left. Until a tall thin boy who sang her tunes and made her smile won her heart, and she sold her soul to save him.
She didn't have a soul to sell this time, and whatever Sam had come to be to her, he was ultimately only a means to an end. Lilith's end, she hoped. There was no changing that, but it didn't mean she couldn't take something for herself along the way.
Ruby was at the door, opening it wide before Sam's knuckles had barely touched the wood.
"Hey, Sam."
He stood in the doorway, haloed by the lights from the car park against the night. She saw his eyes widen and his tongue run over his lips; she knew he could smell the blood.
Ruby had learned a few tricks with the bodies she'd possessed over the years. She could heal the bodies, stop them bleeding, but she could make them bleed too, and not only when she sliced into herself with a blade. She'd started it a few hours ago, made the walls of this dead womb thicken and swell and start to shed. Now her panties were soaked through and the smell clung to her.
She stood aside and Sam paced into the room. When he turned to face her, he could barely meet her eyes.
"So. Lilith?" He shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
Ruby closed the door, and walked to the table where a map was laid out, surrounded by the detritus of her spell - small saucers of burned herbs and the stubs of three candles.
She traced a finger around an area in the south of the state. "Here, two days ago. I think a seal was broken - the vision of martyrs. A dozen psychics foretold the apocalypse and then killed themselves."
Sam strode over to her and smacked his hand down on the table, causing little drifts of ash to jump from the saucers into the air.
"What do you mean -- you think? Was it a seal or not? I can't waste time. Dean's not…he's going to…" He stopped, and something unreadable crossed his face.
"It was a seal." Ruby said emphatically, although she wasn't entirely sure. It might just have been a bunch of depressed clairvoyants, but she needed Sam to think Lilith was close. She placed a hand on his arm, feeling the tension there - the need, too - almost vibrating through him.
"Lilith might still be there, and I'm positive some of her minions will be. It's as close as we've gotten yet, Sam"
Sam nodded slightly, his lips a tight line.
"Then I need it. Need more. It seems to wear off quicker now." Sam's voice was a low whisper. "Fuck, I can almost smell it."
"That's because you can." Ruby flicked the buttons open on her jeans and, palm against her belly, wriggled her hand inside, and pressed into the warm stickiness between her legs. She lifted her hand out and raised two bloody fingers to his mouth.
Sam didn’t hesitate; his response was almost instinctual. He parted his lips, and she pushed in, feeling his tongue against her fingers, curling around them and cleaning every drop from them.
"This will be better than the usual. Make you stronger," she told him."Lilith's close, I know it. You need to be at your best."
She slipped her hand into her jeans again, but this time painted the blood across her own mouth, tapping her lips with a wet finger. Sam leaned down and licked tentatively at her, if unsure that this was the same as what she had been feeding him for months. She assumed something tasted right, because he wrapped a hand in her hair and kissed her until the blood was gone, leaving behind only a faint metallic tang on her tongue.
When he pulled away, Ruby could see him struggle with restraint, now that he had the taste of it. His eyes flicked up and down her, and at his side his fingers curled into loose fists and then opened again. Again, she bloodied her fingers, and this time she pulled up her tank-top and rubbed the blood over her breast. His brow furrowed as she cupped herself and offered it to him, and for a moment she thought he might refuse, might demand she simply slice a vein in her arm as usual. But after a moment he dropped his head to her, rough stubbled cheek scraping against soft skin, and started to suckle the blood off her nipple.
When he was finished, he grabbed her hand and drew it to his mouth, cleaning it up. He followed her as she stepped backwards until she felt the bed behind her. Ruby half sat, half fell, shucking off her boots and shimmying her jeans and ruined panties down as she wriggled back on the nylon-shiny green comforter. Sam knelt at the foot of the bed and pulled her clothes the rest of the way off, tossing them behind him.
Sam paused for a moment, and looked at her with a silent question. Desire uncurled deep inside Ruby, and she bent her knees in answer, spreading her legs wide apart.
At the first press of his mouth on her, Ruby dropped her head back onto the mattress. His hands pressed her further open, and his lips, his tongue were all over her at once. Sam kissed the red that was smeared over her thighs, ran his tongue into every fold, and sucked her lips between his, the careless scrape of his teeth making her gasp. He lapped at her cunt, wet and sloppy with juice and blood. There was no finesse here, no intent related to pleasure, either his or hers. This was hunger, and he was devouring her.
Ruby felt Sam's hands under her ass, lifting her to him, drinking her deep. She flung a leg over his shoulder, and dug her heel into his back as he sucked every drop from her. She arched under him, grinding herself onto his face, twisting her hips to try and get pressure where she wanted it. Sam let out a growl of something like frustration, and shrugging her leg from him, lowered her, and stilled her with a hard hand pressed low on her belly, splayed across her from hipbone to hipbone.
With his other hand, he spread her lips wide, and plunged into her with his tongue. She felt him inside her, his tongue curling against her cunt wall, thrusting deep, and then licking the blood out into his mouth. She could hear the wet smacking sounds as he swallowed her down. Ruby panted out throaty moans, and for the first time in centuries lost herself in a sensation that wasn't pain. She reached down, hands gripping his hair tightly between bunched fists.
He started shoving two long thick fingers in with quick stabbing movements, pushing deep past the point where his tongue could reach and then pulling them out so he could suck them clean. When he thrust in a third time, she could no longer control herself; she rubbed at her clit as his fingers twisted and scissored hard inside her. She cried out as the pulse of the orgasm through her forced the remainder of the blood into Sam's mouth and she felt his fingers digging into her ass as he sucked her dry. He continued long after the aftershocks had left her body, passed the point where it was pleasurable, until his mouth continuing to work at her raw cunt tipped into something else. But Ruby just lay there, and combed her fingers through his hair while she whispered a soft incantation of sammysammysammy.
Finally he stopped, and raised his head, lips curled in a satisfied, almost triumphant, smile. Curls of hair, damp with sweat and blood were plastered to his forehead. His lips were swollen, his cheeks and chin smeared with her blood, which even now his tongue flicked out to lick from around his mouth, and his eyes were dark. Not just lust dark but demon dark. He was almost unrecognizable as Sam Winchester; he was something much closer now to what Ruby herself was.
Looking at him, Ruby felt a hollowness behind her breastbone and she was surprised to recognize the ache in her chest as sadness.
Pairing: Ruby/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1500
Betas: Many thanks to zooey_glass04, deirdre_c and adelheide.
Notes: refers to canon from 4.16. Features sex during menstruation. Yes, I went there. C'mon you knew someone was going to write it.
Summary: Ruby works out a way to satisfy Sam and get what she wants.
Ruby knew Sam was close long before she heard the rumble of the car outside her door. She didn’t know if it was the sharing of her blood, whether it bonded them in some way, or if it was just the sixth sense of a woman - okay, demon - keen with anticipation.
Sam came to her more regularly now, although not more willingly. She could feel his hunger for her, the heavy bass thrum of it in the air, but each time she still made him ask for it. Not beg, not quite, although last time he had had that note in the edge of his voice. She needed to hear him say it.
It was frustrating the way Sam wouldn't just accept that he wanted this, and take it with pleasure instead of guilt. There was no mistaking the desire in his eyes when she offered herself to him, but it was focused only on the blood. He barely touched her anymore, would tolerate a kiss but impatiently, chafing at the delay to get what really mattered. She loved his lips on her where she sliced her skin with the knife, the tension as he sucked and licked, the small moans of satisfaction he couldn’t stop in the back of his throat, but she wanted more.
She wanted him eager for her and not just as a demon juice bar. She longed to feel his hands and mouth all over her again, to hear him whispering her name as his cock stretched her open, to feel her pulse quicken, and her breath catch. To feel alive. She tried to believe it could happen given time, but a small part of her stood to the side with arms crossed and a cynical smirk and said, "Ruby, admit it, he's just not that into you."
She knew Sam didn't love her - possibly didn’t even like her - but when you've been dead a thousand years the finer distinctions of these things matter less. Truth be told, even when she was alive, Ruby was quite happy just to be of use to someone. Love had been in short supply when the Black Death arrived, but a witch with a few healing skills attracted some gratitude. Men and women who previously would've spat at her, or reported her to the priests, came groveling and begging for her help and it felt good. She viewed most of them with disdain, which helped dull the pain when they died, or left. Until a tall thin boy who sang her tunes and made her smile won her heart, and she sold her soul to save him.
She didn't have a soul to sell this time, and whatever Sam had come to be to her, he was ultimately only a means to an end. Lilith's end, she hoped. There was no changing that, but it didn't mean she couldn't take something for herself along the way.
Ruby was at the door, opening it wide before Sam's knuckles had barely touched the wood.
"Hey, Sam."
He stood in the doorway, haloed by the lights from the car park against the night. She saw his eyes widen and his tongue run over his lips; she knew he could smell the blood.
Ruby had learned a few tricks with the bodies she'd possessed over the years. She could heal the bodies, stop them bleeding, but she could make them bleed too, and not only when she sliced into herself with a blade. She'd started it a few hours ago, made the walls of this dead womb thicken and swell and start to shed. Now her panties were soaked through and the smell clung to her.
She stood aside and Sam paced into the room. When he turned to face her, he could barely meet her eyes.
"So. Lilith?" He shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
Ruby closed the door, and walked to the table where a map was laid out, surrounded by the detritus of her spell - small saucers of burned herbs and the stubs of three candles.
She traced a finger around an area in the south of the state. "Here, two days ago. I think a seal was broken - the vision of martyrs. A dozen psychics foretold the apocalypse and then killed themselves."
Sam strode over to her and smacked his hand down on the table, causing little drifts of ash to jump from the saucers into the air.
"What do you mean -- you think? Was it a seal or not? I can't waste time. Dean's not…he's going to…" He stopped, and something unreadable crossed his face.
"It was a seal." Ruby said emphatically, although she wasn't entirely sure. It might just have been a bunch of depressed clairvoyants, but she needed Sam to think Lilith was close. She placed a hand on his arm, feeling the tension there - the need, too - almost vibrating through him.
"Lilith might still be there, and I'm positive some of her minions will be. It's as close as we've gotten yet, Sam"
Sam nodded slightly, his lips a tight line.
"Then I need it. Need more. It seems to wear off quicker now." Sam's voice was a low whisper. "Fuck, I can almost smell it."
"That's because you can." Ruby flicked the buttons open on her jeans and, palm against her belly, wriggled her hand inside, and pressed into the warm stickiness between her legs. She lifted her hand out and raised two bloody fingers to his mouth.
Sam didn’t hesitate; his response was almost instinctual. He parted his lips, and she pushed in, feeling his tongue against her fingers, curling around them and cleaning every drop from them.
"This will be better than the usual. Make you stronger," she told him."Lilith's close, I know it. You need to be at your best."
She slipped her hand into her jeans again, but this time painted the blood across her own mouth, tapping her lips with a wet finger. Sam leaned down and licked tentatively at her, if unsure that this was the same as what she had been feeding him for months. She assumed something tasted right, because he wrapped a hand in her hair and kissed her until the blood was gone, leaving behind only a faint metallic tang on her tongue.
When he pulled away, Ruby could see him struggle with restraint, now that he had the taste of it. His eyes flicked up and down her, and at his side his fingers curled into loose fists and then opened again. Again, she bloodied her fingers, and this time she pulled up her tank-top and rubbed the blood over her breast. His brow furrowed as she cupped herself and offered it to him, and for a moment she thought he might refuse, might demand she simply slice a vein in her arm as usual. But after a moment he dropped his head to her, rough stubbled cheek scraping against soft skin, and started to suckle the blood off her nipple.
When he was finished, he grabbed her hand and drew it to his mouth, cleaning it up. He followed her as she stepped backwards until she felt the bed behind her. Ruby half sat, half fell, shucking off her boots and shimmying her jeans and ruined panties down as she wriggled back on the nylon-shiny green comforter. Sam knelt at the foot of the bed and pulled her clothes the rest of the way off, tossing them behind him.
Sam paused for a moment, and looked at her with a silent question. Desire uncurled deep inside Ruby, and she bent her knees in answer, spreading her legs wide apart.
At the first press of his mouth on her, Ruby dropped her head back onto the mattress. His hands pressed her further open, and his lips, his tongue were all over her at once. Sam kissed the red that was smeared over her thighs, ran his tongue into every fold, and sucked her lips between his, the careless scrape of his teeth making her gasp. He lapped at her cunt, wet and sloppy with juice and blood. There was no finesse here, no intent related to pleasure, either his or hers. This was hunger, and he was devouring her.
Ruby felt Sam's hands under her ass, lifting her to him, drinking her deep. She flung a leg over his shoulder, and dug her heel into his back as he sucked every drop from her. She arched under him, grinding herself onto his face, twisting her hips to try and get pressure where she wanted it. Sam let out a growl of something like frustration, and shrugging her leg from him, lowered her, and stilled her with a hard hand pressed low on her belly, splayed across her from hipbone to hipbone.
With his other hand, he spread her lips wide, and plunged into her with his tongue. She felt him inside her, his tongue curling against her cunt wall, thrusting deep, and then licking the blood out into his mouth. She could hear the wet smacking sounds as he swallowed her down. Ruby panted out throaty moans, and for the first time in centuries lost herself in a sensation that wasn't pain. She reached down, hands gripping his hair tightly between bunched fists.
He started shoving two long thick fingers in with quick stabbing movements, pushing deep past the point where his tongue could reach and then pulling them out so he could suck them clean. When he thrust in a third time, she could no longer control herself; she rubbed at her clit as his fingers twisted and scissored hard inside her. She cried out as the pulse of the orgasm through her forced the remainder of the blood into Sam's mouth and she felt his fingers digging into her ass as he sucked her dry. He continued long after the aftershocks had left her body, passed the point where it was pleasurable, until his mouth continuing to work at her raw cunt tipped into something else. But Ruby just lay there, and combed her fingers through his hair while she whispered a soft incantation of sammysammysammy.
Finally he stopped, and raised his head, lips curled in a satisfied, almost triumphant, smile. Curls of hair, damp with sweat and blood were plastered to his forehead. His lips were swollen, his cheeks and chin smeared with her blood, which even now his tongue flicked out to lick from around his mouth, and his eyes were dark. Not just lust dark but demon dark. He was almost unrecognizable as Sam Winchester; he was something much closer now to what Ruby herself was.
Looking at him, Ruby felt a hollowness behind her breastbone and she was surprised to recognize the ache in her chest as sadness.