|Her Lips Bred Sin
Author: MaryCamille PM
Sam Winchester is a successful Stanford lawyer, married to a beautiful woman and living a Camelot-esque life. But Sam has a secret, and that secret's name is Ruby.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Romance - Sam W. & Ruby - Chapters: 7 - Words: 7,870 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 07-20-12 - Published: 06-29-12 - id: 8270250
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It was pointed out to me by someone that it isn't quite clear whether Ruby is a demon or not, so I'll answer that here. No, Ruby is not a demon. Since I'm working out of the "What Is And What Should Never Be" verse, supernatural creatures do not exist.
At this point, I'm not sure how long this will be. Here's chapter two, though. Enjoy!
Ruby's fingers toyed with the edges of the white sheet she held to her bare chest, and she thought briefly about the irony of the color of the sheets and the love that had been made on them, which was anything but pure. As the thought left her mind as quickly as it had entered, she began to pick at her bottom lip with her teeth.
Over the years, she'd become good at hiding things. Emotions, usually. The truth about how vulnerable she really was. Sometimes even Ruby forgot the truth about herself because she lied so much.
When her husband of a month and a half hit her the first time, she hid how unsurprised she was. When she had to, she told people it was out of the blue, that he'd never seemed like that kind of man. But she'd always expected it. And she hid how much it hurt inside.
Ruby turned her head to the left, and her eyes rested on Sam's silhouette. The dim light from the bathroom barely lit the room, but she could see well enough to make out the dips and curves of his body on the mattress. One of his arms was tucked behind his head and the other rested easily across his waist. The sheets twisted around his hips, his dark skin there warm and inviting.
Sam's neck was where Ruby's eyes always lingered the longest. Something about it was addicting. Early on, fantasies of kissing and nipping the married lawyer's skin on his neck had kept her awake and lusting for him. At times, she'd had to sit on her hands to keep herself from reaching out to touch him in settings that would have been more than inappropriate. But she always had to be gentle with his neck, seeing as any marks she left would be visible to others unless he was wearing a scarf. But July in California left little room for scarves or any other clothing to cover the marks she wished she could leave on him.
He seemed to be asleep, but as his tongue darted out to wet his pink lips, Ruby realized he was simply thinking.
There was something about Sam that Ruby was pulled to. It wasn't his body or his lips and the way she knew they felt against her skin, though. There was something more about him. At first, he'd seemed upright and confident in his life and marriage, but that was before she'd caught the way he watched her. After then, she'd been hyperaware of his eyes following her movements and how they seemed to rest on her lips when he thought she didn't notice. Then, Ruby had figured that she would end up a one-night-stand that he would regret in the morning when he remembered his beautiful wife at home.
Now, Ruby didn't know what they were. What she was. What was she to him? His mistress? His lover? Concubine, prostitute? Did he feel anything at all for her, or was she just his dirty sin?
But that wasn't fair to her. He was the man, so she belonged to him? It wasn't right. Yes, Ruby was newly divorced and Sam was still happily married. But did that make her any less a sinner than he was? She had seduced a married man and taken him to bed. Surely she was as dirty and impure as he was. As wrong as it sounded, she wanted credit for the affair as well. Ruby had no one to cheat on, and a part of her resented that.
Ruby shifted under the bedsheets and tugged the fabric from her chest. She sat up and turned, easily slipping herself over Sam's body so that she was straddling his hips. She watched as his green eyes opened and took her in in the dark room. Her hands found his and her fingers wound between his own, moving to pin his hands beside his head. She leaned forward so that her bare breasts pressed against his chest and her lips were barely touching his neck.
Mouthing kisses across his skin, she felt the hum of contentment in his throat, and something inside of her weakened momentarily. As she pulled away, she connected her gaze with his and bit her lip.
Ruby's lips moved down to Sam's ear and she closed her eyes. "What am I to you, Sam?" she breathed seductively, though her question was genuine and an answer was being sought.
"Explain," Sam replied, his voice husky and quiet.
Pulling back again, her brown eyes flickered open. Thick, dark lashes framed them, giving them an almost severe look. "Am I your slut? Your dirty fantasy?" she questioned, a perfectly shaped eyebrow quirking upwards.
Sam's eyes moved from hers and focused on the ceiling above her head. Ruby waited patiently for his answer and refrained from pressing her lips to his skin, for fear he'd become distracted. As he answered, however, Ruby's eyes narrowed and her lips pressed tightly together.
"You're mine," he stated simply, breaking free of her grasp and moving to pull her in for an open-mouthed kiss. Any other woman would have felt threatened by the force of his hand on the back of her neck, tugging her to him, or the way his other arm wrapped securely around her and flipped their positions, but Ruby was almost used to it now.
Ruby allowed him to kiss down her neck for a moment before she spoke up, her voice strong and decided. "You're wrong," she countered in a defiant tone.
"Sorry?" Sam asked, pulling back to look her in the eyes.
Ruby's hands moved to his chest, and as she pushed him back off of her, she repeated, "You're wrong." Sam was in a sitting position now, and she straddled his lap once more, both of her considerably smaller hands grasping his left hand. Ruby held it up for him to see as her fingers grasped the golden wedding ring on his ring finger and worked it off carefully.
In the ultimate display of their adulterous sin, she slid the ring onto her thumb. "You're mine," she breathed, watching how Sam swallowed guiltily as he eyed the ring that was now on her hand.
Ruby didn't belong to anyone. But Sam Winchester belonged to her