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winchester, sam. (ex_demonbloo908) wrote in wariscoming,

Sam didn't wait around. He dragged her wrists in place and sealed them tightly within the straps, leaving Ruby very little room to move as she pleased. That was the point. She didn't get to move like she wanted. Sam was the one in charge here; Ruby was just gonna have to sit back and enjoy the ride. Ankles were quick to follow suit, large hands pinning them down against the tiny makeshift bed as firmly as they could, before Sam was fully satisfied with where Ruby was positioned. Take what you want, Ruby had advised. He had her permission. It was all that Sam and his incredibly large craving needed. Ruby's say so. Now that he had it, what could have possibly held him back? The sins were easily clouding both of their judgments, making them do things that they both knew better than to willingly give into. Unhealthy doses of sex. Unwarranted threats in places where they didn't belong. Now, this. The demon blood. The one thing that sent Sam over the edge and into an extremely dark place, with a very high chance of him never being able to come back, and they were diving right on into it without a second thought. Why? Because they could. Because it felt right and because, most importantly, it was what they wanted. What Sam wanted.

Finding the knife was a quick and easy process. Figuring out where he wanted to drain her, alternately, was a little more difficult. His lust for her blood was overpowering, but it still meshed in with Sam's unbearable physical attraction to her. That perfect, little body. Sam loved everything about it - from the turn of her neck to the curves of her hips, he honestly couldn't figure out where he wanted to begin. Breath coming out in heavy, desperate huffs, Sam anxiously ran his eyes over her body repeatedly. Here she was. Vulnerable and ready. His. And he couldn't make a goddamn decision.

Brows knitting together in frustration, Sam decided to point the blade at the top of Ruby's chest. He'd take it from her there. Then he'd take it again, someplace else. Then somewhere else after that. Ruby had said yes to him drinking from her just this one time, but he knew that he'd be able to convince her to give him more later. All he had to do was play his cards right, push her in all the right ways - it'd be easy, really, so long as he put all his heart into it. Ruby liked that. Liked when she got his full attention, liked when he acted like she was the only thing in the world that he wanted. Especially lately. Even with his mind all clouded, Sam wasn't entirely blind. He knew that there was something weird going on. But right now? He saw it was more of an advantage than a disability. It had to be if it was enough to convince Ruby to let him drink from her again.

He licked at his lips excitedly, watching with a perverse sort of pleasure as the knife tore through Ruby's flesh. It had been so long since he'd tasted her. So goddamn long.