WHO: Ruby & Sam WHEN: early morning WHERE: their bedroom in their apartment WHAT: talkin about seriousbusiness RATING: probably nc17 eventually. sammy's insatiable
To say that Ruby wasn't a morning person would be like saying koala's only licked the peanut butter out of Reese's cups. It was pretty much a moot point. She didn't technically need sleep. She was still a demon, and demons didn't require sleep or food or even oxygen. It wasn't natural to them. But for the past few months, Ruby hadn't been living like a demon. Sam found her, and after a bit of turmoil and very pointedly not discussing their issues, they fell into a comfortable pattern. One that apparently included leasing a two bedroom house in the suburbs, eating three (sometimes) meals a day, and sleeping like normal people. They went on dates, actual dates. It was disturbing. And there were moments that Ruby realized that they had gone completely off the reservation.
Mornings were usually the time that reality hit Ruby the hardest. The world was ending, even if Lucifer was back in his cage, too many things had been set free in his wake. It was the apocalypse and the devil's vessel was playing house with the demon who had manipulated him into starting the whole thing. And they didn't talk about it. They hadn't talked about anything serious in months, with the exception of his blood addiction which Ruby was pretty sure was more an addiction to her than to demon blood. It was just that they couldn't go on like this forever.
Stretching in bed, Ruby rolled over to find Sam already awake. "We need blackout curtains." Ruby shielded her eyes with the blanket until she could situate herself so that Sam's massive form was hiding her from the bright light. "Or a bedroom without windows facing east."