He was good. Really good, a student she couldn't have been more proud of, and she wanted him, she wanted him every time he got like this, every time he looked at her the way he was looking now with the occasional smirk from where he was, sitting on top of her, grinding into her. That dominance on Sam, it was a beautiful thing to witness, to be a part of, the darkness in his eyes, a momentary glimpse from her blood, now gone, but the darkness was still there, she could feel it, it was just hidden buried under the surface, and the things he was going to do to her tonight. She knew he'd unleash some of it on her, and she couldn't wait.
Even though waiting is exactly what she would have to do.
She loved it, even the stubble, rough against the impossibly soft skin of the coma girl, she would push herself, her real self down into the body, spread out heightening every sensation more than any human could ever understand it.
He was already dragging down her jeans, still with that same tantilising slowness, it was all done so expertly and suddenly, not sure it was part of the game or not, Ruby wanted to touch him, he could tell her if she was wrong, and she was sure he would, but for now at least her hands slid to Sam's sides, fingernails scraping softly along his skin as he continued to do all sorts of wicked things to her nipple.