Not Alone

TITLE: Not Alone

AUTHOR: MidKnight

CHAPTER: 1 of ?

FANDOM: Supernatural

SHIP: Sam / Ruby

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Four

UNIVERSE: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS - SEASON 4. Ruby gives Sam the nudge he needs to start getting over Dean's death and to use his powers.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The CW and people who created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

He'd failed again and he was angry with himself and then she brought up Dean, so he took it out on her. He knew she was only trying to help, but Ruby's words had the ring of platitudes whether they are true or not and he pounced on that fact, turning and twisting them until they fueled his anger. Sam less than subtly threw the fact that she is a daemon in her face even though he knew her history, he knew the pain she had endured because of the road she'd taken as well as the risks she takes to be with him now. He saw his slur hit home in the tightening of her features, but instead of making her turn and leave, she stepped closer. He is literally vibrating with anger, unable to remain still. She tries to apologize, her hand light and warm on his cheek, but he refuses to accept it. It would be too easy, too comforting to allow.

Ruby smelled faintly of caramel, not sulphur as expected. She told him she was once human too and that she remembered what it felt like to lose someone. Sam can see the pain in her eyes and despite his anger he fleetingly wondered who that was. She continues, telling him, he is not alone and before he can protest, her lips are pressed to his in a hungry, forceful kiss. Her lips taste like cherries and he doesn't know if it's shock or his own need that caused him to hold the contact for a moment, his hands hovering over her head, before he pushed her away and angrily brushed passed her. He asked her what she thought she was doing as he sat on the ratty couch in the other the room.

She told him it was okay and he yelled back that it was anything but okay. Shed asked him what was wrong and he can't quite come up with a definitive answer, so he hedges, answering her question with one of his own, asking what wasn't wrong with what she had just done, what that would lead to, while his mind raced. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand to banish the tingling echo of her touch and her sweet taste. His dick is hard and throbbing in his jeans and he cannot deny his attraction to her, to what she offers, how he hadn't returned her kiss with equal passion only moments ago out of guilt more than anything else.

Ruby followed him, shrugging out of her jacket as she does. "Is it because of the body?" she asks and she could not be more wrong. He'd given her the once over, as any red blooded heterosexual male would, when she'd showed up at his door, waving paperwork around like a proud homeowner with a deed. She had long, wavy, chestnut hair framing smooth features with large expressive brown eyes and full, not quite pouty lips. She was petite, lithe, but curvy in all the right places with a narrow waist that swelled into voluptuous hips and an ass that filled out a pair of jeans to perfection. Her breasts were full, high and pert and he couldn't help but notice, never fettered by a brassier. It definitely was not her body.

She reminded him that the body was all her, kneeling in front of him and taking his hand. "What are you doing?" he asked although her intensions were crystal clear as she guided his hand under the hem of her t-shirt. She reminds him that it is only her essence inside the body that it is warm and soft, that it is good to be in it. Her voice is low and sultry and her words feel like an invitation to verify how it feels inside her. He can't deny her words as she pressed his hand to her skin. It is warm and smooth, soft but firm and alive as his fingers flex involuntarily testing it and the muscles underneath. Her face is right in front of his, lips barely an inch apart. Her eyes are locked with is, earnest and direct.

She taunted him, telling him he is afraid to go there with a daemon, that it's wrong, that it's bad. She is manipulating him and he lets her. His body is tense and rigid, some parts more so than others and he made a show of resistance, whether for her benefit or his, he doesn't quite know. What she was offering was what he desperately wanted. She offered a way to feel something other than failure and the emptiness of loss, to channel the anger he felt without killing. There is a small part that wanted to deny her and himself, a part that believed he deserved the torment for not being able to save Dean, but he was drowning, he knew it and this was his only lifeline. His jaw clenched as he closed his eyes, trying to deny the ripe, willing specimen of femininity before him. He drew in a deep breath to steady himself only to have his nose filled with her sweet enticing scent. Her hair brushed lightly against his forehead before her skin touched his.

He surrendered in a sudden rush, grabbing her face and crushing his lips to his before reaching under her arms and dragging her up onto his lap. Her body was hot against his as she ground against him while he burrowed his fingers into her thick, soft hair. They kissed wildly, hungrily, hands and fingers pawing at each other with frantic desire. Ruby lifted up her arms and he dragged his lips from hers for the moment it took him to quickly pull her t-shirt off over her head and toss it away. They kissed again, hard and urgent before he lifted his arms and she divested him of his t-shirt as well. Tongues, lips and teeth clashed in urgent passionate combat. He felt her lower lip swell under the force of his kiss as his fingers raked through her hair and braced her head for his onslaught, guiding it as he wanted.

Her breasts flattened against his chest, her nipples scraping hot and hard across his skin as she undulated against him and he pressed back. His erection throbbed and twitched where it was now trapped in his boxers and jeans as well as her grinding crotch. Heat radiated off her and against him as they kissed hungrily while eager fingers clutched, rubbed and scraped across skin in rough exploration. She arched back over his arm at the small of her back creating some separation between them, while at the same time grinding herself harder against his bulging erection. He nipped at her shin before letting his lips trail down the column of her neck and she moaned his name when he dipped and swirled his tongue in the hollow at the base of her throat. Her hands drew wild indecipherable patterns on his back, her nails testing, but not breaking skin as he lowered his head further and buried his face in her shadowy cleavage.

He ran his tongue up her valley before circling to the left to find and capture her hard nipple. Her nipples were a dark mocha brown, long and thick, about the size of the first joint of his middle finger and perched on top of puffy mushroom cap areola of the same hue. He latched onto one of them suckling at it before he licked, flicked and nipped at the resilient little tube, making her hiss, her back arching as she pressed his mouth to her breast. He gripped it and pulled and stretched it as she firmly directed his mouth to her other breast for the same treatment. Her teeth grazed along the skin of his shoulder as she ground against him. He rose quickly, her legs curling around him and her hand clutching at him to maintain their contact. He lifted his head from her breast to capture her lips again. She broke their kiss, stretching his lower lip as she held it between her teeth. "Put me down," she growled and he frowned as she turned her face when he tried to re-engage the kiss. "I need to get out of these jeans." She explained, letting her legs slide down his thighs.

His dick was straining uncomfortably against his jeans and her less than subtle suggestion made perfect sense when he thought about it. He watched her struggle to remove her boots, but succeed and then she was unbuttoning her jeans. Her success and the sight shimmying out of the tight jeans sent him into a flurry of activity as he kicked off his own boots and dealt with his belt, button and zipper to remove his own jeans while watching her naked form being revealed to him. It turned out that Ruby didn't seem to believe in any form of underwear. She tossed her jeans aside and gave him a smoldering look. "What's taking you so long?" she queried in a sultry purr. "You're a little distracting." He quipped back as he finally managed to strip off his jeans and boxers and tossed them on top of her jeans.

The pink tip of her tongue made a slow circuit of her full lips as her eyes slid down his body. "My... My... Sammy. You've been holding out on me." She told him, closing the distance that separated them. "Don't call me that." He growled, even as his dick lurched against her hand as she traced the length of his shaft from base to tip before wrapping her fingers around it. "Sorry. I won't do it again, Sam. Do you forgive me?" she apologized and asked, her voice a smoky purr that had nothing to do with apology, as she skimmed her fist up and down his length with firm, warm pressure. He groaned as his cock pulsed against her grip and pleasure snaked up his spine. He was about to answer, but he bit the words back as his jaw clenched and all that came out was a loud hiss as Ruby sank to her knees, her fist halting around the base of his shaft and without ceremony ran her tongue up his erection before engulfing it in her mouth.

Sam's breath shuddered from his lungs as the liquid heat of Ruby's mouth, swirling tongue and sliding, sucking lips worked its way down his shaft. He felt his tip find the restriction of the entrance to her throat, but she barely paused, and groaned her name as she swallowed him whole, the tight confines of her throat massaging him as she buried her nose in his pubes, her hands clutching at the side of his thighs. She started to bob her head, sliding her lips up and down his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked and her tongue swirling in a wet feathery touch. Her hair had fallen down and across her face and Sam gathered the soft, wealth of dark curls in his hands to continue watching the spectacle of his dick disappearing into her mouth with half-lidded eyes. That had been his intent, but as his hips started to buck with the pleasure of her oral talents, his fingers wound deeper into her hair and he stared to pull her onto his thrusting shaft with rough urgency. Ruby showed no signs of distress to his less than gentle use of her mouth and throat, offering no resistance or effort to stop him. In fact, she reached around and her hands cupped and kneaded his ass cheeks in encouragement.

Sam felt his balls start to churn, his cock twitching against the sweet, liquid heat, pressure and friction of Ruby's mouth and throat as heavy waves and surges of pleasure snaked up his spine and flared across his nerves. He gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching as fought the need for release. It would be so simple to surrender, to let go, to pour himself into her, but somehow, somehow that felt like another failure. She had offered him something he desperately needed and it would be selfish, to take it this way and give her nothing in return. "Enough, Ruby. Enough!" he growled as her head rose and he released her hair to grasp her shoulders and with more strength than he thought he could muster, he drew her off his shaft and up onto her feet.

Ruby looked up at him, panting, her eyes bright and hungry, a wicked taunting challenge as she licked her lips. "Oh no, Sam... That... That isn't enough by far." She purred, running her hand across his chest before closing the little distance between them. Strong slender fingers pinched one of his nipples while she tested the other with her teeth while her lips pressed hotly to his skin. Sam hissed and let his hands slide up the smooth skin of the strong column of her neck to cup her head and her body was hot against his as he pulled her up into another deep, hungry, searching kiss and then swept her off her feet, her legs curling around him, his saliva-slick, throbbing erection trapped against the taut planes of her stomach. She grunted softly as he slammed her up against the wall, dislodging several pieces of the already crumbling plaster. Her fingernails dug into his scalp and the back of his neck while her legs tightened and locked around him. Sam cupped and squeezed the firm globes of her ass cheeks as their lips and tongues dueled.

He lifted her higher and she reached between them to grasp his cock and steady it. Heat radiated from her sex and moisture coated his dickhead as he slid through her swollen folds as she eagerly guided him to her entrance. She shifted her hips and the position of her legs slightly and then she released him as they were finely balanced with him snugly seated in her opening. Ruby wrapped her arms around his neck and they found themselves poised, faces less than an inch apart, her warm breath tickling his lips. "Do it." She urged in a low, smoky whisper, the pink tip of her tongue slipping out from between her kiss-swollen lips to brush his.

Sam bent his knees slightly and the relaxed his grip on her ass and with a heavy exhalation let her drop down onto him as he straightened and thrust up into her. She inhaled sharply and he saw her eyes become the dark, black, inky orbs of her true self before they closed and her head pressed back against the wall with such force that a spider's web of cracks radiated from it in the plaster as he ploughed through her slick, hot and resistant flesh. Her snatch stretch reluctantly to accommodate him as he filled her completely, his shaft lancing into the superheated furnace of core, with sizzling friction, in a single stroke. Her sex pulse around him in counter point to his throbbing shaft as she rocked her hips and he ground up into her.
His shoulders stung as he flexed them to adjust his grip on her and he realized her nails had broken skin when she'd clutched at him as he'd entered her. She opened her eyes and they were human again, but clouded with lust as she all but lunged at him to press her lips to his.

Using the leverage of her arms on his shoulders and her locked ankles, she drew herself up along his length and started their shared, wild, frenzied, rocking, rolling, thrusting, humping, pounding, grinding ride. They matched and tried to outdo each other, her bearing down and him thrusting up. Their bodies met with the wet slap of skin on skin. He could feel the shockwave of their collision run through her and into him. Her breasts were crushed to his chest, the hard, hot points of her nipples scrapping along his skin as she rose and fell. They shared short, intense kisses when their lips, tongues and teeth weren't exploring and testing whatever skin they could reach and groans, moans and grunts became panted cries as the tension and sexual energy they created in each other grew.

If her mouth had been exquisite, the feel of her molten flesh clutching and massaging his length was pure bliss. He took a stumbling half step backward to angle her slightly against the wall and allow him to lower his head and capture one of her nipples so that he could suck and nip at the hard, tight tube. "Yesss" Ruby growled and her fingers were in his hair, pressing his mouth to her breast. His ass was tightly clenched and his chest was on fire, his heart pounding against his ribs as if was trying to break free. His blood pounded in his ears and he felt his balls contract to the point of being painful as he tried to hold back his release for just one more stroke, always, just one more stroke. He felt her quiver and then a heavy shudder ran through her as she plunged down onto him.

He lifted his head and found her eyes wide and daemonic black, a moment before she released an inhuman scream and her sex simultaneously flooded and locked around his shaft with a vice like death grip. Sam grunted at the sharp pressure, while his hips pumped, trying to get deeper into her and then she was flexing and twisting around him in milking waves and he had no choice but to surrender. With, a loud roar he threw back his head and with colossal effort thrust into her, rising onto his toes, his muscles tensing to the point of vibration and started to empty himself into her depths in pulsing spurts. Electric pleasure zipped and arched through him in intense surges that made his muscles tense and relax in quick shuddering succession as the joy of release flooded across his senses. His eyes were wide and sightless and for the first time in a long time he didn't feel empty, he wasn't worried about Dean or Lilith or the apocalypse, his pain and fears meant nothing, all he knew was pleasure and the feel of Ruby against and around him.

Her head slumped to his shoulder and she clung to him limply, her breasts heaving against his chest. Sam's legs quivered and he shifted forward to pin her more securely between him and the wall as he licked dry lips and swallowed as he tried to catch his breath while the haze of his climax slowly faded. He felt sweat trickle down his skin and the salt made the scratches she had left on his back sting as the real world reasserted itself. Realization of what he had done and whom he had done it with was like an ice-cold bucket of water to the face and his moment of peace was shattered. He all but dropped her as he pulled out of her and backed away. She made a soft gasp of surprise, but managed to get her feet under her with the help of a steadying hand on the wall behind her.

Ruby threw him a confused look as he continued to back away from her and then she snorted and shook her head. She grabbed her clothes off the floor and slid into them quickly and Sam turned his back to her with a strange sense of shame to do the same. He had just pulled up his jeans when she called his name. He was reluctant to turn and face her, but he did. She was fully dressed, but her skin was still flushed and sweaty, her lips swollen, her hair a dark, wild, tussled halo and a hicky was purpling on the side of her neck. He wanted to say something, something scathing, something to hurt her because he couldn't admonish himself strongly enough and needed a target for his anger, but at the same time he kept reliving the exquisite sensations of their coupling and the peace it had afforded him. He wanted to curse her, to deny his enjoyment and the truth of her words, but couldn't. His mouth opened, but nothing came out

"It's okay, Sam. I understand... We can call it a moment of... weakness, if you like. Just know that you don't have to be alone... Not if you don't want to be. Call me when you're ready to go after some more daemons or if..." She told him quietly, but firmly, leaving her offer open ended and before he could reply, she spun on her heels and left. Sam followed the sway of her hips and kept staring at the space she vacated well after the door had closed behind her.

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