"You get me. A very pleased me, willing to do many, many things to please you. It's a circle of victory all around, really. I should always win." Sam flashed Ruby a grin, feeling far more confident in himself than he had in long while. It was because Ruby had said yes. She had agreed to be his forever and now, after all that worrying, Sam felt like nothing could ever go wrong.
Sam scoffed. "I put you down because my shoulder was starting to get sore. You're heavy." Not true. Sam probably could have carried Ruby around all night, considering her smallness. "Your teasing is weak, Ruby. Very weak." Again with the not true. He was the one who had been straining to maintain a standing position, let alone so much as move even in the slightest when Ruby had been going at him earlier. Sam couldn't help but deny it though; it was easier to pretend that he was right than admit to some sort of stalemate. Ruby was going steal his victory away! Sam liked his victory. It made him feel special.
"Ah, but haven't you already won? You get to marry me." Sam put his hands on her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him, giving them a bit of a squeeze. "You're a winner. Just not when you're competing against me. Never gonna happen." Sam kissed her back when she pulled him to her, content enough to spend the rest of his evening away doing just that. Kissing his future wife, joking around, being happy. Screw the apocalypse. Sam just wanted to stay here in their apartment forever and forget that the end of the world was insistently knocking at their door. They could do that, right? Right?