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hysteriaTitle: I Saw the Fire, I Figured You'd Be There
Author:hysteria
Rating: R
Pairing: Sam/Ruby and implied Dean/Sam
Word Count: 1,719
Warnings: Angsty PWP, Narrative View as usual, sorry.
Summary: Sam keeps good on his word.
A/N: This is a Part II of the War!verse I did for Morlock’s supernatural-drabble-a-thon!
The car ride back to the hotel was eerily quiet; being with her made him ashamed. She saw that, there was no sense in avoiding the obvious truth; but it wasn’t her company that made him ashamed, it was the fact that he wanted it, he craved it. The way her lips pouted out when she moaned, the way she arched her hips to his touch, no matter how light. Everything tempted him; but it wasn’t the need he felt for her body that drove him mad. It was the fact that he wanted her company not just in a sexual way; he liked it when she stayed through the night and into the morning even though they weren’t hunting, or training. Even though she was a demon, and he should be hunting her; not moving her hair out of her face at 4am just so he can see the contours of her cheeks.
It fucking pissed him off. So in light of the fact that there was no denying he wanted her; in more ways than one, he refused to do anything in the Impala. It was a stupid fucking rule, but it made him feel in control; even when he wasn’t anywhere near it. Dean hadn’t wanted him to use his powers, and he was already going against that, so maybe if he didn’t talk about while he was in Dean’s car, his car, Dean would never have to know, he wasn’t technically betraying Dean by using his powers and screwing Ruby on the side if he didn’t talk about it. Though then again, it probably wasn’t the screwing Dean would mind, it was the emotional connection he felt and denied; his “chick flick” moments.
He looked at his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel and decided to stop thinking about it. About the night Dean died, about what Dean would think; because fuck if he could kiss his brother, love his brother; and certainly not in the conventional way that brothers should, he could care about Ruby and not be shunned for life. He stared at the red light blaring through the car above his head and looked over at Ruby, she was leaning against the door, lips slightly parted; eyes looking dully out the window. He wanted to say something; break his one and only rule that he hadn’t broken yet. But he couldn’t do it, after everything; he couldn’t bring himself to say something he’d regret. So when the blaring red light shifted to green; he forced his eyes off Ruby’s lips and pressed down on the pedal, shifting uncomfortably in the seat, eyes darting to the side only to look for the motel entrance.
The car abruptly stopped in the space in front of their dingy motel room; his hands gripping the wheel so tight now his knuckles were turning white. She didn’t even look at him; and he would know, because he was staring at her. He may as well be the woman in the relationship, because he never instigated anything when it came to their relationship; especially sex. She stepped out of the car and pushed the door closed, never looking back as she quietly unlocked the door and slipped in.
He stared at the door, willing his hands to move to the handle and get out of the damn car. He wanted Ruby, he needed Ruby, and he was just sitting there. She’d saved him a shit load of times, and the only thing he’d ever done is screw her and pretend to hate her. The emotional connection he’d felt with her was something he didn’t show; their conversations that he overly enjoyed, he pretended to loathe. Condemning her for being a demon, and despite everything that’d happened, pretending to blame her for Dean’s death. He didn’t blame her, not really, but it was easier this way – making her think he was just using her. Easy.
When they’d returned to the hotel room she’d almost expected him to ignore her, despite what’d happened earlier; Sam was never much for the follow through. So she exited the car without a word; he’d never even spoke to her in the car anyway and went inside shucking off her coat and shoes, moving over to the murky mirror in the corner to look at the shiner that was going to be painfully black in the morning thanks to the skank demon from the diner. She heard the motel door open and close, and paid no mind to the foot steps closing in on her from behind; ignoring the growing image in the mirror.
So admittedly it’d taken her of guard when he’d pushed her into the rotting wall of the hotel room and attached his mouth to her neck. The dim light did something for his complexion or lack there of, she looked down at the side of his face leaning away from her body, glistening with sweat due to the shotty air-conditioning and close quarters.
Fingers raked against the skin above her jeans, searching for the button; pushing them down even before he had the pants unzipped. His hands moved to the hem of his shirt while she worked at his pants, popping the button and sliding them down his hips along with his boxers. He moved his mouth to her ear, “Pull you shirt,” he stopped to breath out, hot breath against her ear, hips grinding into hers, “up to your wrists, yeah.”
He reached back and twisted the thin material together, trapping her wrists; “Sam?” he mumbled something shoving his mouth into hers to quiet her. His hands reached for her bra realizing his mistake on not removing it first; he pressed his lower body against hers tightly. He reached around and gripped the clip on he bra, quickly unfastening it and then pulling forwards on the straps, straining the fabric into snapping under the pressure. She moaned idly into his mouth as he let the fabric drop to their feet. She moved his lips away from his in an attempt to talk again, “Sam—”.
He moved one of his hands up to her mouth, silencing her, “No more talking.” He grunted, pulling at her underwear until the snapped off, “No more talking, okay. Just no more.” He wouldn’t say that the talking reminded him of how Dean was during sex, how Dean never shut the fuck up, how Dean was always the girl during sex. He shoved the thoughts of his dead brother out of his mind and pushed two fingers inside of her at once, pushing his mouth at her neck, teeth biting down hard enough to draw blood and leave bruises.
“Jesus Christ—”
“I said no more talking. Do I need to use those,” he gestured down to her forgotten underwear, “for a gag?” his eyebrows raised. She shook her head as his fingers reached a sensitive spot inside of her, her head lolling back hitting the hard wall, “Jesus Christ huh?” he grinned his tongue lapping over the bite marks, “Always thought you’d scream something like ‘Satan’ or just plain old fuck, huh Ruby?” he waited for a reply as his fingers drew closer together, easing in another. “Nothing to say, Ruby?” She shook her head, breath coming out ragged, he grinned again; “Good choice.”
His fingers slipped from inside her abruptly, a whimper on her lips, he moved his hips to line his cock up with her, “Ready?” she nodded again her head falling into the crook of his neck.
He used one hand to grab her hip and the other to grab her throat forcing her to look up at him. His tongue forcing it’s way into her mouth before slamming home, grunting as he forced himself to let her get used to his size. He pulled his mouth away from hers, his tongue swiping her lips as he moved against her “Christ, you’re tight.” He groaned rocking lightly back and forth against her, he gripped her throat a little tighter and looked at her closely before pulling all they way back and shoving hard back in.
He moaned as she clenched herself around him urging him to go in deeper, grip her throat tighter. Her heard her whisper something through her clenched teeth and he gently released her throat, “Yeah?”
“Harder. Christ. Please, Sam…just harder.”
His lips curved up and he moved his hands to her back pulling his shirt from around her wrist, “Brace your body against the wall.” She didn’t have anything to say back this time and just blindly did as she was told spreading herself out for him.
“Wider.” She pulled her legs apart more, “Christ Ruby, I know you can get wider than that.” She moved again, “There you go, that’s what I want to see baby.” He moved his cock to her backside again, he leaned his weight against her back – “I don’t think I could ever get tired of this.” He decided not to think about the fact that he was talking way too damn much. He shoved into her again, her breasts bouncing at the force of his movements.
He continued forcing himself into her, the warmth and the tightness overwhelming his senses. “Are you gonna come Ruby?” he grunted his hips moving faster so that her face was now being forced against the wall, “Come with me Ruby.”
“Sam—” she cried out as she let go, coming against his cock, clenching around him. She leaned against the wall still panting as he continued to press into her.
“Shit, I can’t…” he growled as he came hard, riding out his orgasm. His eyes rolling back in his head and he leaned backwards his hips lightly grinding against hers as he came down.
“Christ.”
She snorted trying to push herself away from the wall, “That’s all you have to say…” her words slipped off as she felt his length disappear from inside of her and being turned so her back was against the wall.
His hand coming back to her neck roughly, his tongue lapping against her lips before pushing in; his teeth nipping against the inside of her cheek. “Let’s get in the shower,” he whispered, the sudden violence of sex disappearing as his hands gently caressed her swelling flesh. “yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Author:
hysteriaRating: R
Pairing: Sam/Ruby and implied Dean/Sam
Word Count: 1,719
Warnings: Angsty PWP, Narrative View as usual, sorry.
Summary: Sam keeps good on his word.
A/N: This is a Part II of the War!verse I did for Morlock’s supernatural-drabble-a-thon!
The car ride back to the hotel was eerily quiet; being with her made him ashamed. She saw that, there was no sense in avoiding the obvious truth; but it wasn’t her company that made him ashamed, it was the fact that he wanted it, he craved it. The way her lips pouted out when she moaned, the way she arched her hips to his touch, no matter how light. Everything tempted him; but it wasn’t the need he felt for her body that drove him mad. It was the fact that he wanted her company not just in a sexual way; he liked it when she stayed through the night and into the morning even though they weren’t hunting, or training. Even though she was a demon, and he should be hunting her; not moving her hair out of her face at 4am just so he can see the contours of her cheeks.
It fucking pissed him off. So in light of the fact that there was no denying he wanted her; in more ways than one, he refused to do anything in the Impala. It was a stupid fucking rule, but it made him feel in control; even when he wasn’t anywhere near it. Dean hadn’t wanted him to use his powers, and he was already going against that, so maybe if he didn’t talk about while he was in Dean’s car, his car, Dean would never have to know, he wasn’t technically betraying Dean by using his powers and screwing Ruby on the side if he didn’t talk about it. Though then again, it probably wasn’t the screwing Dean would mind, it was the emotional connection he felt and denied; his “chick flick” moments.
He looked at his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel and decided to stop thinking about it. About the night Dean died, about what Dean would think; because fuck if he could kiss his brother, love his brother; and certainly not in the conventional way that brothers should, he could care about Ruby and not be shunned for life. He stared at the red light blaring through the car above his head and looked over at Ruby, she was leaning against the door, lips slightly parted; eyes looking dully out the window. He wanted to say something; break his one and only rule that he hadn’t broken yet. But he couldn’t do it, after everything; he couldn’t bring himself to say something he’d regret. So when the blaring red light shifted to green; he forced his eyes off Ruby’s lips and pressed down on the pedal, shifting uncomfortably in the seat, eyes darting to the side only to look for the motel entrance.
The car abruptly stopped in the space in front of their dingy motel room; his hands gripping the wheel so tight now his knuckles were turning white. She didn’t even look at him; and he would know, because he was staring at her. He may as well be the woman in the relationship, because he never instigated anything when it came to their relationship; especially sex. She stepped out of the car and pushed the door closed, never looking back as she quietly unlocked the door and slipped in.
He stared at the door, willing his hands to move to the handle and get out of the damn car. He wanted Ruby, he needed Ruby, and he was just sitting there. She’d saved him a shit load of times, and the only thing he’d ever done is screw her and pretend to hate her. The emotional connection he’d felt with her was something he didn’t show; their conversations that he overly enjoyed, he pretended to loathe. Condemning her for being a demon, and despite everything that’d happened, pretending to blame her for Dean’s death. He didn’t blame her, not really, but it was easier this way – making her think he was just using her. Easy.
When they’d returned to the hotel room she’d almost expected him to ignore her, despite what’d happened earlier; Sam was never much for the follow through. So she exited the car without a word; he’d never even spoke to her in the car anyway and went inside shucking off her coat and shoes, moving over to the murky mirror in the corner to look at the shiner that was going to be painfully black in the morning thanks to the skank demon from the diner. She heard the motel door open and close, and paid no mind to the foot steps closing in on her from behind; ignoring the growing image in the mirror.
So admittedly it’d taken her of guard when he’d pushed her into the rotting wall of the hotel room and attached his mouth to her neck. The dim light did something for his complexion or lack there of, she looked down at the side of his face leaning away from her body, glistening with sweat due to the shotty air-conditioning and close quarters.
Fingers raked against the skin above her jeans, searching for the button; pushing them down even before he had the pants unzipped. His hands moved to the hem of his shirt while she worked at his pants, popping the button and sliding them down his hips along with his boxers. He moved his mouth to her ear, “Pull you shirt,” he stopped to breath out, hot breath against her ear, hips grinding into hers, “up to your wrists, yeah.”
He reached back and twisted the thin material together, trapping her wrists; “Sam?” he mumbled something shoving his mouth into hers to quiet her. His hands reached for her bra realizing his mistake on not removing it first; he pressed his lower body against hers tightly. He reached around and gripped the clip on he bra, quickly unfastening it and then pulling forwards on the straps, straining the fabric into snapping under the pressure. She moaned idly into his mouth as he let the fabric drop to their feet. She moved his lips away from his in an attempt to talk again, “Sam—”.
He moved one of his hands up to her mouth, silencing her, “No more talking.” He grunted, pulling at her underwear until the snapped off, “No more talking, okay. Just no more.” He wouldn’t say that the talking reminded him of how Dean was during sex, how Dean never shut the fuck up, how Dean was always the girl during sex. He shoved the thoughts of his dead brother out of his mind and pushed two fingers inside of her at once, pushing his mouth at her neck, teeth biting down hard enough to draw blood and leave bruises.
“Jesus Christ—”
“I said no more talking. Do I need to use those,” he gestured down to her forgotten underwear, “for a gag?” his eyebrows raised. She shook her head as his fingers reached a sensitive spot inside of her, her head lolling back hitting the hard wall, “Jesus Christ huh?” he grinned his tongue lapping over the bite marks, “Always thought you’d scream something like ‘Satan’ or just plain old fuck, huh Ruby?” he waited for a reply as his fingers drew closer together, easing in another. “Nothing to say, Ruby?” She shook her head, breath coming out ragged, he grinned again; “Good choice.”
His fingers slipped from inside her abruptly, a whimper on her lips, he moved his hips to line his cock up with her, “Ready?” she nodded again her head falling into the crook of his neck.
He used one hand to grab her hip and the other to grab her throat forcing her to look up at him. His tongue forcing it’s way into her mouth before slamming home, grunting as he forced himself to let her get used to his size. He pulled his mouth away from hers, his tongue swiping her lips as he moved against her “Christ, you’re tight.” He groaned rocking lightly back and forth against her, he gripped her throat a little tighter and looked at her closely before pulling all they way back and shoving hard back in.
He moaned as she clenched herself around him urging him to go in deeper, grip her throat tighter. Her heard her whisper something through her clenched teeth and he gently released her throat, “Yeah?”
“Harder. Christ. Please, Sam…just harder.”
His lips curved up and he moved his hands to her back pulling his shirt from around her wrist, “Brace your body against the wall.” She didn’t have anything to say back this time and just blindly did as she was told spreading herself out for him.
“Wider.” She pulled her legs apart more, “Christ Ruby, I know you can get wider than that.” She moved again, “There you go, that’s what I want to see baby.” He moved his cock to her backside again, he leaned his weight against her back – “I don’t think I could ever get tired of this.” He decided not to think about the fact that he was talking way too damn much. He shoved into her again, her breasts bouncing at the force of his movements.
He continued forcing himself into her, the warmth and the tightness overwhelming his senses. “Are you gonna come Ruby?” he grunted his hips moving faster so that her face was now being forced against the wall, “Come with me Ruby.”
“Sam—” she cried out as she let go, coming against his cock, clenching around him. She leaned against the wall still panting as he continued to press into her.
“Shit, I can’t…” he growled as he came hard, riding out his orgasm. His eyes rolling back in his head and he leaned backwards his hips lightly grinding against hers as he came down.
“Christ.”
She snorted trying to push herself away from the wall, “That’s all you have to say…” her words slipped off as she felt his length disappear from inside of her and being turned so her back was against the wall.
His hand coming back to her neck roughly, his tongue lapping against her lips before pushing in; his teeth nipping against the inside of her cheek. “Let’s get in the shower,” he whispered, the sudden violence of sex disappearing as his hands gently caressed her swelling flesh. “yeah?”
“Yeah.”
