peaceonearth | Call Me Maybe

Sam had thought twice before hitting the call button on Ruby's unlisted number in his history. Why was he having a hard time deciding? Because it'd only been a few days since he's heard from her. He also didn't have anything in particular to talk about. The last case had been weeks ago. Any signs of monsters had gone quiet.

As the line rings, Sam could feel his heart in his chest beat a little than normal. There had been more instances between them that could be classified as phone sex. He side steps under the motel stairs to slip out of sight when the call picks up. He's never prepared for some of the things out of her mouth.

He hesitates to answer. "Rail Shop, really? Well, uh, this is not that kind of call. I called...to check in on you. Where are you now?" Not that kind of call YET.

Ruby has avoid texted beyond the heads up that she was in town for the same reason. She's got nothing in particular to talk about; there's not a case or a demon or any new developments on Dean's situation. She's got no reason to text him, but she thinks about doing so at least half a dozen times a day.

The phone sex has been new to her as well, but she's enjoyed it far more than she thought she would. That's part of the point; Ruby is anything but boring.

"Well that's boring," Ruby sighs at his declaration that this isn't that kind of call. "I'm stuck in a time loop in the seventies called The Sunset Motel. I can't see the sunset; there's shag carpeting, the bed takes quarters, and I'm very dubious about the pool maintenance, but there is a massive bathtub." It's also less than a mile away from the motel Dean and Sam are staying at. "I'm peachy. I found a used book store and made out like a bandit. Last night I sat in the tub until I turned pruney. How are you, Samuel?"

Text is relatively new and limited so he can't blame her. It is, however, easier to use on his end to send her a quick message without having to step outside where he can't be heard. He wouldn't be able to respond immediately half a dozen times a day so perhaps it's good they're easing into it.

It is anything but boring when Ruby picks up the line. He cracks a smile in an airy breath that can be heard over the phone. "Since when did you stay in anything less than a three and a half hotel? ...Glad you're making use of the tub." He isn't sure he's flirting or not yet, but willing to lean into it if she does. The name of hotel she mentions familiar enough for Sam to raise his brow but generic enough to be about anywhere. "Oh, yeah? Anything good you think I should read once you're done with it?" Of course he's aware that her novels of choice are smutty, but the things she leaves highlighted are interesting. "Tell me something that's not pruney. You didn't use up the candles I left you?" Partial joke. The candles were for tracking spells. "Um, there are no leads here. I haven't been doing much. Just thought I'd check in, you know."

It's absolutely a good thing they're easing into it and she's mindful of the fact that he can't, nor is he ready, to tell Dean about them.

"Mmmm," she hums a moment. "The closest four star hotel was too far away." The from you is implied. He can make his own assumptions. "You're welcome to come join me." In the tub or just in the room. "I've got a couple you might like. One has pirates. The other involves a Duke." And many smutty scenes she's highlighted. "Something that's not pruney...my neck? I think you might have to check for yourself, Samuel. And no. The candles are safe, but I am running low on bubble bath." She pauses, a smile curving her lips. "You really should do a thorough check in. I could be lying about being...pruney." She's definitely flirting and inviting him over.

It's because Ruby never eases up on her flirtatious nature that he half smiles. "Thanks, but I... I'll pass on that for now." He very much can picture the two of them in the tub, which he won't admit over the phone. What he means is that it doesn't look like he can get away right that second.

There's a short pause on his end. "You can always fill me in on what I'm missing." Which every subject was more interesting – pirates, a Duke or how pruney she was or was not.

Her subtle hints lead to another pregnant pause. "I'll check on you as soon as I can." His smile leans into his cough. "You've never been one to lie. Don't start now.

"Think I can get away tomorrow."

She hopes he can practically hear her pout. She sighs dramatically. "I guess I'll have to handle things on my own." Take that however you'd like, Sam. She assumes that part of it is that he can't get away from Dean. They've discussed that they both want to see where this goes; she's taking it on good faith that he still means that and isn't making an excuse.

"Mmmm. So much, Samuel. There's high stakes adventure, heaving bosoms, and a lot of yearning," she says in a breathy voice. Is she talking about the book or something closer to home? That's up to him to decide. "Just how private are your surroundings right now?" IE should they move into full on phone sex?

She pouts again when he says she's never been one to lie. "Fine. I'll just deal with being...pruney." That pout turns into an audible smile when he says he can get away tomorrow. "I'll get more bubble bath."

The dramatic sigh certainly helps him picture the pout he sees often enough sitting across the booth. He smiles with a pause on the other end. "Did I say that I can't ever get away? Save some of that thought for me." Dean would question him if he didn't have a solid excuse for his absence. The motivation Ruby provides could mean he makes up a long list of groceries or a midnight showing of a French movie tonight to see her. "What's your room number? I'll text you when I know I can slip away."

"Yeah? Tell me more... partically, your favorite part." He presses the phone closer between his shoulder and his ear to capture her emphasis on each and every words. He half assumes she means more than the books. That they've dropped the formalities and dipped into the phone sex. He scans the area around him when she inquires about his wearabouts. The parking lot is empty. He presses his back more to the wall under the stairs where he would be less likely to be discovered. "Private enough to be 70% out of sight, but risking being heard if too loud. No one around. We have a few minutes, if not longer." They can risk it all little bit. "Don't think I can risk losing any clothing though." Just in case someone does walk by and catch him out of the corner of their eye. He'd never hear the end of it if the reason he was kicked out of the motel was public nudity. That will just have to wait for his promise to come to her soon.

He can almost feel her pout from his end when she's silent momentarily. "Don't misunderstand me; I like it when you tell the truth. Pruney, or otherwise... Would it make you feel better if I promised to get pruney with you?" The smile from her end makes it better. "I'll bring you some extra candles just in case." The scented kind. Ones typically for romance and setting the mood rather than for practical magic.

Sam's implication that he'll get away soon makes Ruby smirk. She hums a little, seeming to consider his request. "I'll do my best," she finally says. "113. It's near the end of the row." Ruby probably won't stray far from the motel for long. She'll go down to the pool to read or run some errands. Without a case, she's got more free time than she knows what to do with.

"Probably the part where the hero shows up," she jokes then takes a deep breath, considering where to start. "I think I'll skip the longing stares, even though that is one of my favorite parts, and go straight to the part where the anti hero is pushed up against the wall by the hero. It starts with kissing, devouring each other, but then his lips always trail down her neck while his hands start undressing her." She pouts again when he says he can't get away with removing any clothes. "Then I'm going to need you to keep your pants on and do some very above the clothes rubbing. I'd hate you to get picked up for indecent exposure. It'd put a damper on our next meeting, but having a boner in public isn't a crime."

"You've got a deal. Samuel, and I do love presents." The candles, him...whatever else he brings.

He exhales a small laugh. His ear presses more into the piece at her hum. "You haven't let me down so far," he says, a certain amount appreciative. Of course he's expressing a deeper gratitude. "Easy enough to remember. It doesn't have to do with a certain date, does it?" January the 13th had been memorable. Without a case, the French movie he'd excuse himself from Dean would be easier to do. Or some errand or two, anyway.

Sam rests his head against the wall under the stairs as Ruby dives straight into her favorite part. None of it is hard to imagine when he had kissed her up and down her collarbone the last time they were together. They had also undressed each other with wandering hands. Seems to him that her intrigue was due to lot of similarities in the details of their own experience. "Did they stop there because they were in public?" He throughs in something here or there to acknowledge or encourage her to continue. Mostly teasing. Mostly his joke is a dig at his own predicament. He can't let himself be caught for indecency, but bring himself to stop Ruby either. His voice cracks into the mic, prompting a smile. "I think we can figure something out together. Now, what was that about hands and firey skin." The word he would use to describe the forbidden thrill that comes next is a gratification he hasn't had in some time. There's more urgency when it's all over to get away to see Ruby sooner rather than later.

It's around the late evening when there's a knock on room 113. In a poorly disguised voice, his voice echoes in the hall, "Housekeeping." As promised, he brought her supplies. The scented candles and a few magical herbs he figures she couldn't have too much of.

She can't help but smile when he mentions the date. "It's was a very good date," she confirms. She likes having this little code between them, a secret language that only they speak.

She smirks at his question. "They completely forgot they were in public. They just found an empty room very close by to continue." She'll carry on telling him how that scene went, adding her own embellishments. Her breathy voice and occasional pauses or soft moans might be some indication of what she's doing while she's telling him about the scene. He's definitely not alone.

The voice is pretty comical. When Ruby answers the door in a button down she filched from Sam (and nothing else), she's got a smirk on her face. "Did you bring the extra towels as requested?" she jokes, stepping aside to let him in.

He could have stood around the parking lot and worked on it longer, but he wanted to see her. The filched shirt shouldn't be a surprise to him by now, yet there's recognition in his eyes almost as if to say "is that my shirt?' when she answers the door in it. He hadn't even realized it was gone. "Sorry, ma'am, there's a backlog of requests..." its almost a pathetic attempt to play along, but his saving grace is what he did bring. He steps into the room and unbags everything at her table. "I brought candles instead. Other supplies I thought you might need. No tip necessary."

He made the right choice. She sees that look on his face and smirks then shrugs one shoulder up. She cocks her hip as if to say 'it looks better on me'. Laughter tugs at the corners of her lips when he gives his lame excuse.

"Oh someone is definitely getting a tip," she flirts and closes then locks the door behind him. She hesitates at the door, unsure what the protocol is for their meetings just yet. Yes, they did have some very hot phone sex the night before, but they're still charting new territory for both of them.

He had let go of potential relationships with women that could end up dead as a result. That doesn't seem likely here. Whatever it is between Ruby and himself, he chooses to explore it. He's never felt able to as open with someone before now. Ruby only seems more believable as time goes on.

Her hip draws his eyes to flick down then back on her smirk. His lip quirks slightly at the corner. Of course his body language can't lie when he shrugs, not to disagree that she looks good in only his shirt. He ignores the little bit of invitation it brings as he continues unbagging items on the table in a line.

Finally, he turns to look behind him. He notes the smirk hasn't left her smug lips. There is no procotol for these visits. But they've crossed a line and in his bones he knows the only way to figure out what this is is to continue it. "A thank you wouldn't be unwelcome," he says to her about a tip.

Ruby is much harder to kill than your average human girl. She lies but she doesn't lie to Sam if at all possible. She's earnest is her motivation for helping Sam, though it has always been complicated by her feelings for Sam. Those feelings are only getting more complicated and deeper.

She sees the way he looks her over, but that he doesn't take the bait so to speak. Her brow furrows a little as she watches him unpack the bag he brought with him. She takes a step closer to watch over his shoulder but doesn't invade his space too much.

When he turns to look at her, her gaze flickers from the candles back to him. "I like lavender and rose," she comments about the scented candles he brought as opposed to the plain, unscented pillar candles she's got for magic. Her smile grows a bit at his comment. She takes a few steps toward him, closing the distance so that they're not quite touching. Her chin is tilted up so she can look him in the eye, but she's barefoot so there's still a lot of distance between them. "I'll have to think of some way to show you the depth of my gratitude." She hesitates, clearly giving him the chance to back away from her

One thing that he hadn't been forthright with in his last relationship was total honesty. Ruby telling him the truth when he asked who she really was that first time– it had cemented whether or not he wanted her to be around him. It had laid out the ground work to work with her. Spoiler: he did. Sooner or later, he knew he would have to be more open to his feelings for her– that meant being honest with Dean.

She needn't be mindful of his space, but he turns to look his shoulder and see he hadn't exactly given her the signals. He tips his head towards whst he laid out... An invitation of sorts to inspect or comment.

The smell of the candles fill his nostrils and he mentally recalls that the lavender isn't exclusively from the candles. Ruby always has a hint of lavender coming from her. He finds it attractive on her. "I'm thought you might appreciate it," he muses. Her smile is infectious. He watches her take a few steps towards him, half expecting her body to touch. There's an air of disappointment when she stops short. Rather than complain, his eyes look down than back up to her green eyes directly. His hand reaches to touch the hem of his borrowed shirt before he can stop himself. He allows her a chance to respond, smiling quietly so as not to spoil it by speaking just yet.

"Oh? ...If anything, we're even since I owed you one. But you and I can keep each other company."

At least that's one of the appeals of a relationship with Ruby: he'll never have to lie to her about hunting or how he's feeling. For now, they're both figuring out their feelings so Ruby doesn't mind that he's not being as honest with Dean as he should be.

She'll learn that she doesn't need to respect his space so much when they're alone. Right now, she appreciates the signals.

Would he still find it attractive when he figures out, she uses it to mask the scent of Sulphur? She finds it mixes well with the scent. She picks up ever so slightly on that disappointment, but more than that, the way he touches the hem of the shirt encourages her to move closer to him. She goes up on her tiptoes and grabs the collar of his shirt lightly, tugging him close enough to her that she can kiss him.

When the kiss breaks, she responds to his comment. "I like the idea of 'company'," she purrs in response.

The clearest boundary is one that they've already crossed as a demon and a hunter respectively. What's a lack of personal space matter now?

He pauses long enough to watch her to close the rest of the distance between them... its all the permission he needs. Should he deduce the lavender is to cover the smell of sulphur, he wouldn't find it unattractive. His one request would be her to use less lavender over time to gradually get used to sulphur. His hands wrap around the small of her back to hold her on her tiptoes, partially drawn down to her pull to meet her lips. A salty, cherry taste welcomes him, reminiscent to French fries and what he can only assume is a lip gloss.

His lip twitches to one corner when the kiss breaks. "I seem to recall you mentioning a hottub. How adament are you about that still?"

True, but she's still not sure where they stand in part because no one else knows about them. It's not that she's itching to be public, but she'll get more confident with time and more interactions.

The sulphur smell will decrease over time as long as she doesn't use her powers or go back to Hell; it will never dissipate entirely, but she can use the lavender less at his request. He's right about the taste on her lips. She lets the kiss linger just a little while, not giving either of them time to become breathless, yet.

A grin curves her lips at his mention of the jetted bathtub in her room. "Oh, you'll find I rarely joke about my bubble baths. Very serious, Sam Winchester." She pulls away to tug him toward the bathroom.

He never quite moves away from her lips when the lingering sensation becomes the air between them.

Her encouragement to follow is met with a twitch on his own lips. "In that case, I'd still like to take you up on that." He only has half a thought to reach back to scoop up two candles for the mood to be set ahead of them. It never is far to the bathroom in hotel rooms. His eyes sweep down at Ruby's figure and back up appreciatively. He sets the candles on the ledge and teases the bottom of her hem. Before he can let himself go too far, his hand drops from her and removes his jacket to toss to the corner of the sink. He's over dressed. He loses his shirt next, before pausing, if not briefly before going for his button and waitband.

She decides in that moment that close to him is her favorite place.

Once they enter the bathroom, Ruby turns the tap in the tub on and adjusts the temperature before plugging it up. She turns to catch sight of Sam shirtless and shucking his jeans. She bites her bottom lip, eyeing him appreciatively. "I like your enthusiasm, Samuel." Her eyes go black briefly as she uses her magic to light the candles he brought in. The smell of sulphur fills the air for a moment before the bubble bath she pours in and the candles take over. She starts with the top button of her shirt, slowly unbuttoning it, her eyes (green again) never leaving him.

Sam catches Ruby bite her bottom lip and slows his hands in undressing himself. He needn't it spelled out that he probably didn't give her time to catch all of it. Even less, he did give her a chance to respond. "Do you?" She needn't answer as it's rhetorical. There's a moment between his question left hanging and all his senses drinking up the sight of her and static between them. Sulphur, bubble bath, and scented candles hit his nose all at once. It takes a moment to adjust but his senses are human and don't find the myriad of scents unpleasant. His eyes (very blue) watch her fingers work down the fabric covering her torso. Both his hands rise to her shoulders without thinking before he stops briefly, permissively asking her if she wants to continue. Even if the answer is clear as day.

He guides the fabric down her arms and lets it drop the rest of the way once it reaches the tips of her fingers. He notices the water in the tub is almost half way full by this point. It continues to fill quickly. But he isn't concerned by it yet to stop it. Last time they were together, there had been a little push and pull in terms of getting used to the touch and closeness that came with intimacy before, during and after. Every time actually, there had been one reason or another for one of them to pull away and come back. He brushes the sides of her arms and steps closer to test his readiness as well as hers. They could still turn around and stop this if it was too much. This time he didn't feel the doubt creep in and warn him this was too much too fast to pull away, and thus he was able to keep steady breaths. His fingers dropped to the sides of her hands and grasped hers lightly to bring them closer. He wouldn't give her anymore instruction but to release them where they could go up or down from his waistline. There was only one piece of fabric left covering him before they could step into the hottub. His lips pushed out and twitched to one side, noting how green her eyes were before his lips touched her deeply, his hands pressing their bodies closer around the back of waist.

Yes, Sam. She wants a chance to enjoy the view. The first time they'd had sex, they'd been in too big of a hurry for her to really appreciate him. Of course, they've met a few times since then, but it's not a view she has (or ever will) get tired of. "When it's for me? Absolutely," she smirks at him. While the silent ask for permission is unexpected (and unnecessary) she appreciates that he takes the time to consider it. She nods ever so slightly, answering the mostly rhetorical question.

Her eyes slide closed for a moment at the feel of his hands on her shoulders, sliding down her body. A soft sigh escapes her as she opens her eyes to watch his expression, his reaction to her naked underneath the shirt. At his urging, she moves closer, hands sliding up over his chest and shoulders then his neck, before burying her fingers in his hair as their lips meet. She deepens the kiss, arching her body against him so she can feel his enthusiasm hard against her stomach. She whimpers softly into his mouth, hands sliding over his back to slip beneath his boxers and slip around to his hips, fingertips playing over his hipbones and sliding down a bit further, teasing, but not touching him yet.

Undeniably, the unresolved sexual tension had been a large part of the reason their first time was so hurried. No reason it should be now they've had a handful of rendezvous. He's turned on more by the look in her eyes that could almost eat him up. "Well, you're the only one here." He matches her energy with his lips twitching at the corners. Of course, because they've had only had sex less than he can count on both hands, it feels right for him to get her consent. Her nod might be ever so slight but the hardest thing in the world miss in that moment. His hands unfreeze and continue as they were.

Seeing her eyes close, he applies a little extra pressure along the fabric and curves of her body to give her something to think about. It doesn't matter how many times he's seen her naked; it feels like the first time all over again. He remembers to take a breath to steady himself, meeting her gaze after taking another breath to balance out the loss of focus. Even then he can't deny that Ruby is too easy to get lost in. He supports her moving closer with his hands politely gravitating across her back to keep her from slipping backwards, at the same time leaning down to her height. His lips meet hers, melting against hers butter but sticking firmly like honey. He can feel her nails dig accidentally (or notl into the back of his head, but it turns him on even more. That enthusiasm against her stomach is encouraged by all his senses; the pressure of her body pressed against his, the sent of her that fills up his nostrils with how close they are, the feeling of her fingers through his hair, and the whimper that surely sounds like satisfaction or the resolution of her next course of action. He encourages her to explore the area between his boxers with a sound of approval from the bottom of his throat, tongue flicking against her lips for access. Whatever she does or doesn't do with her hands, already it drives him a little crazy. He won't give her the satisfaction of a grunt or whimper of complaint, yet, but his energy gives away a sense of urgency of touch.

While the UST was exciting, Ruby likes the idea of having reached the stage of their relationship where they explore a little more and take their time.

She hopes he never loses that feeling when he sees her naked, regardless of how long they're together. Does it help that she gets just as lost in him? The scratch of nails isn't accidental, but it's not meant to hurt him either. In fact, his response is the exact desired one. His sounds of approval encourage her to glide her fingertips along the length of him then wrap her hand around him, stroking softly for a moment before she pushes his boxer shorts down, following their path to her knees so that they're on the floor. She looks up at him, eyebrows arched, asking permission to stay there for a moment and show him a little appreciation.

So does he. He's gotten to the point of his trust in her being where he can confide in her. Not just about cases, but his desires to see her or be intimate. Every moment with her builds connection he wont forget anytime soon.

There isn't a thing in the world that can forsee how long they will last, but history has shown Sam feels strongly about the women he dates (long-term or short.) Maybe they can't call this dating yet. But it's something wonderful as it is unforgettable. Her nails help push him over the edge little by little so that he doesn't have a second to think. It's exactly what he needs. The noises are replaced with unsteady breathing or a grunt here or there. He call tell she's done this before (even though that's not at the forefront of his brain.) His only concern is that what she's doing feels good. He didn't know exactly what to do with his hands just yet other than ball them into fists at the pleasure. His eyes drop following her to her knees, the temporary eye contact between them, a crack of a smile between the catch of a breath to give a permissive cue to follow her hearts content.

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