Supernatural, Ruby/Bela Talbot, love/hate, frustration - Bound
Spoilers for season 3. First time writing these characters :/ I know it's not extremely porny D:
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Bela fights against her binds, invisible rope with knots that tighten a little more every time she struggles, but she isn’t just going to sit there. Ruby kneels in front of her, one hand petting lightly at Bela’s bare thigh, her skirt’s pushed up almost around her waist. It’s cold where ever they are but the demon’s fingers burn into her skin.
“Will you let me go? Please.”
Ruby smirks, eyes gone black now but Bela tries not to let it affect her. You don’t show fear, you don’t die.
“That’s cute. You said please.” Ruby stands, walks around behind the chair, finger trailing along Bela’s shoulder and up the back of her neck to fist her fingers in the other’s hair. The thief can’t hide the shiver that runs through her.
“What exactly do you want? I told you I don’t have the gun anymore.”
The demon bends, mouth even with Bela’s ear and her breath ghosts moist and warm over Bela’s cheek, “I don’t care about the Colt. I’m not the one who’s gonna need it.”
Ruby straightens and before Bela realizes the demon is straddling her thighs, both hands now fisted in her hair as she tilts her head back, nipping at her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Bela winces and Ruby licks the tiny drops away before kissing her firmly on the mouth.
“I want to eat you up,” and Ruby pauses to lick a hot stripe up the side of Bela’s neck, digs her fingers tighter into scalp. “I want to hear you scream.”
Ruby kisses her again, extracts a hand from her head and it’s throbbing now, she’ll probably have a headache later. And there will be a later, she knows Ruby won’t kill her. That’s one small victory at least. The demon passes a hand over the front of her shirt and the buttons spring apart.
Bela can feel the heat rising in her stomach and she hates herself for it, for wanting this. Hates the demon for doing this to her. Her chest heaves with the exertion, from being so turned on and Ruby places her hand there - over her heart, her breasts, and Bela glances down to watch the rise and fall of it.