The most twisted thing was of course that Ruby loved how it felt. Sam was teasing her, sliding down her body just moving slowly, oh so tantalisingly slowly and every inch of her senses was heightened and wanting as he did. But he wasn’t there to touch her. He wasn’t there as the attentive lover he usually was. No. He wanted her blood, the way he was looking at her skin, like all he wanted to do was slice her open. And she wasn’t wrong. He quickly removed the knife from her boot, it was always there, he knew it was always there. She kept her eyes on him, focused on him as he moved back up the bed. She knew he wouldn’t take more than she could handle. But he’d take a lot. He’d take it and then he would be her Sam again. And everything would be better wouldn’t it?. Everything would be made right if she just let him drink. But she said nothing, it was easier not to speak when he was like this even if she felt like she could form a sentence right now. How was he so capable of doing this to her? Even when all he wanted was her blood, he made her so desperate for him that she didn’t know how she’d gotten this addicted herself. To him maybe. Finally he grabbed her wrist slicing quickly and firmly into her skin, the knife was quickly discarded and Sam jumped for her arm, for the wound freshly opened and Ruby was suddenly very glad she was lying down just from the feel of it.
She really did like it, messed up as that might be. Sam was moaning at her arm, satisfied finally for the first time since he’d left her to hunt with Dean. His grip tightened, bit by bit as he drank her down and all Ruby could do was raise her other arm, fingers running through his hair as she tilted enough to watch him. He really was just possessing her, ironic phrasing but she had never felt more like she was something he owned. Her blood at least. But she just needed to help him through this, she just needed to help him through and he’d be the same. So she just gave in to the feeling of him, smiling sweetly as he pulled her arm to him. She had to be what he needed or what would she do. She stayed like that for a while, just letting him drink for longer than he usually did, she knew she had to stop him at some point but she pushed herself for as long as she physically was able. He was taking a lot, she noticed that. His hand was gripping as tight as she thought it ever had to her wrist and she tried to get his attention, finally letting herself speak and hoping that he’d gotten enough for now, he could stop, just for now and let her heal. “Sam” she whispered, “Take a break?, Just for a few minutes okay. I can’t...you’re taking a lot baby” she said as calmly as she could. She shouldn’t have let him push her this far with the blood, she knew that. But he needed it and she’d failed him. She wanted to be able to make it up to him when he was her Sam again, was he? Would that have been enough?. It had to be.