She made it easy. Sam had worried about being able to go about all of this the right way, but it seemed like Ruby was so simply able to ease into it that it no longer mattered. Sam melted into every kiss she returned, his body only barely just keeping it together in a way that kept him from jumping her entirely. His hands smoothed over her skin, eventually finding the hem of her shirt. Sam sat up, giving them both enough space so that he was able to manuever the shirt between them. He pulled it up and over her head; dropping and forgetting about the fabric was very simple. At this point, Sam saw nothing but Ruby. He could not think, breathe, touch, or even acknowdge the existence of anything else. Why would he want to? Did the world not see what he had in front of him?
She would never stop loving him. For all that demon talk, Ruby was more than anything that he could have ever asked for. Fuck the demon stuff - she was all that mattered to him. Sam would give anyone, including his brother, all kinds of hell if they tried to hurt her. She was one of the most important things in his life. Sam would have been, without question, completely lost without Ruby. He fully intended on protecting her and treating her in all the ways that she deserved.
Sam pulled at her jeans next. He could already feel her soft, warm skin beneah him and Sam found that he wanted - no, needed - more. He really was addicted to her. In ways that demon blood could never hope to touch.