Sam's hand slid away from the zipper as soon as he tugged it down. He found the waist of her jeans and dug his fingers along the edge, letting them slide into the space where her hips and the fabric of her pants met while his thumb easily wrapped it's way around one of the belt loops. Shifting, Sam pushed his waist down and ground against her. He would have smirked at the positive sensations that he inspired within himself at the movement, but his mouth was busy at work, sucking at her breast. Briefly, he wondered if the stubble at his jaw irritated her. It was a stupid thing to ponder, he knew, but it was something that he couldn't help but think about considering that her chest was so terribly soft. If it bothered her, she never really had complained.
And he knew. What he was doing now was far from enough to make her beg. He wanted it. Suddenly, more than anything else in the world (except for Lilith's head served to him on a bloody platter), he wanted to see the look of desperation on Ruby's face as she begged for him to have his way with her. Desperation. On Ruby. Sam decided, right then and there, that it would be far more suitable than that smug look she got every time she managed to pull one over him. Annoyingly, that happened often. But not here. This was the one place where he could wipe that smirk off her face and replace it with nothing but desire. He was allowed to be the one smirking and smug, the one driving her mad.
Even then, it was odd how she still had beaten him out somehow. Initially, Sam had only intended on coming over here for a quick fix. He'd drink the blood, thank Ruby, and then storm out the door before she had a chance to try anything else. Yet here they were. Ruby had managed to dupe him straight out of going back to the motel, where he had fully intended on spending his evening watching over his big brother while sulking about it all in private. Instead, he was here, mounted on top of her and hungry for nothing more than to hear her cry his name as though there was nothing else in the entire world that she'd ever wanted more in her life.
He knew how to do that too. It would only be a matter of time. This time, in spite of himself, he did smirk as he began to drag her jeans down. She certainly didn't need those anymore.