There was still that little part of him that worried about normality, about how it would look. Worried that not even his demon wife would cross lines like this. But she was still a demon, 'tamed' as she might have been and learning what was right and wrong. She was still Ruby and the extra thrill she got leaning down over the soil was a little more than she figured Sam was ready for. She didn't want to move but if he did, then she suppposed he should move her. "I don't think its bad" she told him between unrelenting kisses. "I think this is right where you and me should be right now. I think you want it just as much as I do if you'd just admit it to yourself. You don't have to pretend around me. You should know that by now." This was of course the part of Sam even Dean would never understand, the part that had been, and would always be. Just for her. Just hers.
She met his eyes as he leaned against the cold stone of the slab and began to undo his shirt, slowley, button by button, having left his hands in a perfect position at the top of her jeans. Of course she'd have to move to get free of them or more likely, he'd have to move her, but if she was going to take the inititive she might as well do it now. "What are you waiting for?" she told him, eyes bright as she slid her hands up under the t shirt he wore. He worked out, she knew it, she watched him every morning putting himself through a harsh regieme but it still suprised her just how he felt. He was amazing. He was perfect. And he was hers.
She nudged at him to lift his arms and remove the shirt, not wasting any time. She wanted to look at him, she wanted him to touch her as only he knew how and she wanted it to be perfect. This was the start of something new for them. Their new property, or it would be soon enough and this was simply them putting their stamp on it. This didn't belong to the bastard chargrilled in his grave, not anymore. This belonged to them. "This is ours Sam. All of it. And no one, not ghost or demon or hunter is going to take it away from us or break us apart. So how about you help me prove that" she told him, pressing against him as she spoke, teasing him so he'd give in finally.
And eventually the need for her would override that little voice in his head telling him that normal people didn't do this. He had told her many times over that he didn't want normal. That normal was something for other people and that all he wanted was her.
This was where he could make her believe that. "It's very simple" she teased, running her hands along his chest. "I want you Sam. Your wife, she wants you. Only you and nothing else. Now what are you planning to do about it."