The closeness was taunting as much as it was wonderful. He'd pull away when he was done, He wouldn't do what they normally did when he'd drunk from her, she'd be left feeling bereft and alone even if he was right next to her. But she'd let him do it all the same because the closeness she got for that short time, those seconds. It was more than she had ever dreamed she'd get back. He was so close now, right up against her, drinking her down and Ruby's head was spinning. He needed to stop soon. Of course almost as soon as she thought it that was exactly what he did, slowly and with an effort she knew was born of the addiction he pulled himself away from her.
Or her arm at least, he was leaning against her and Ruby didn't ever want him to pull away, "You don't need to thank me for that Sam, just..." Just what? Stay?, Stay with her, kiss her, throw her down and take her hard and proove that things between them were getting better. Or just stay with her for a little bit, getting close to her. He was warm against her, and he might have been covered in her blood, but he was Sam. He was hers, and she never wanted to let that go.
"Are you feeling better?" she asked, her hand reaching to tangle in his hair without thinking about it.