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Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost (frostandsnow) wrote in wariscoming,

Least he was admitting it. "I think I like it when you watch me. I mean its got to be getting to you right? Wanting me. Its got to really hit you deep down where it hurts the very most. Ruby streached languidly, right there in the trap, arms reaching up highlighting her chest, cause much as the coma girl really did have an amazing ass it was the breasts that Ruby liked the most. Sam...well sometimes it varied. Seemed to be the ass right now. Which she was entirely fine with of course. But the stalking around her was all sorts of fun too. "You're trying to intimidate me now huh?" she asked. "I did hear you were one of the best. Sam Winchester, other hunters aren't your greatest fans though are they, they think you're a freak, maybe a little bit too much like us for them to ever trust you. Must be hard. Maybe it'd be easier just to give in" she wondered as he went on talking about what he'd do to her.

"You grew a pair then?" she asked. "What exactly do you have in mind for me and who knows, maybe I could throw in a few pointers, we might as well make it tickle right? Or do you actually think you're going to hurt me." That said though she shrugged and started pacing the trap herself, she could still feel the invisible walls even if it didn't hold her anymore. "But its funny you should mention that cause me, I'm not bad at deals. Not at all. And you are just so much fun to have around Sammy I don't think I want to give you up to them right away. So lets you and me have a talk about that pretty little word. Cause yeah you're right, its pretty much a certainty I'd screw you over and laugh about it." And she would have, they both knew it. That's who she had been.

His way was to come next. He was right up at the edge of the trap and Ruby's mind was full of possibilities. What would he do, grab her, tie her down to the bed, cut her then and there. What he ended up doing was more of a suprise to her because much as she'd wished she couldn't shift the affects of this word. She supposed because it wasn't physical. She flinched, eyes shifting black and lips curling into a snarl. She'd hated showing weakness in front of hunters and that word reduced most demons to weakness with its power alone.

"...That wasn't nice" she told him, moving to the edge of the trap and stopping with near accurate precision just where the invisible barrier would have held her, just inches from Sam. She tilted her head up, nowhere near on a level with him.

"Tell me what you want to be?" she asked him, leaving her eyes as they were. He liked them like that sometimes.