peaceonearth | Wild Horses Couldn't Drag Me Away

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Wild Horses Couldn't Drag Me Away

Ruby is nervous. She thought she was long past nerves, but it's Sam's senior prom and they're going together. She tells herself that she is not concerned with what the other people at his school think. She is lying. It's not so much that she's concerned for herself, but she is nervous that Sam will be bothered if anyone says anything negative about them. Because of that concern, she might have gone overboard with her dress. However, she thinks it's appropriate and Sam will like it. Sam's opinion is really the only one that matters.

Ruby had walked down the block to Sam's house, knowing that Melissa would want to take dozens of pictures before the limousine picked them up. Sam was still upstairs getting his tux on when she arrived. She stayed downstairs in the living room chit-chatting with Melissa and Theo. They admired her dress and she warned them that she had rented a hotel suite at the prom venue (a surprise for Sam) but promised she'd make sure Sam called them after the prom. It had only been a little awkward, which Ruby had expected. This was still new for Melissa and Theo as well. However, she hadn't wanted them to have the impression that Sam would be home after prom.

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That makes two of them. He had thought he was nervous before he asked her but the real nerves had started after she said yes. He hadn't thought about what other people would think. What he did think about was just about everything else. What he'd wear, how they would get there and more is what was top of his mind. He made sure to coordinate with Ruby all the details and while not asking her outright what she was wearing, he asked about the color of her dress to match alongside of her. Blue was a great choice on her part. He also did his best to make her the corsage personally to give it more meaning. He was given a simple lesson at the flower shop. He would tell her sometime that night when he gave it to her.

Melissa had helped him fix out his bowtie and otherwise been running around looking for her phone for the inevitable photos. When it came to Sam's big life moments, she wasn't always the best at being anything but scattered. She had actually left her phone in his room. The doorbell had rung and got his attention, only for him to pace around his bedroom to make sure he had everything. When he started down the stairs, he couldn't see Ruby or her dress right away but the second he spotted the deep blue on her, he stopped in his tracks, awe stricken. His smile reveals all his pearly whites just for her. He slowly came down the rest of the stairs as he remembered they're going to prom, partially stumbling on the second to last step. "You look... You look so beautiful in that dress." He tells her as he crosses the floor.

The limousine wasn't set to arrive for another twenty minutes. They had time to get the nerves or awkwardness out of the room.

After a little conversation between Ruby and himself, Sam holds out the phone to his mother. "You forgot this upstairs, Mom" She thanks him with pride in her eyes and tells Ruby and Sam to go halfway up the stairs for some shots of them. Theo and Melissa accepted Ruby wouldn't cross any boundaries as outlined in their deal and promised not to mention the surprise.

Ruby will cherish the corsage all the more for knowing that Sam made it. It will go in a shadow box with a picture of them at prom.

When Ruby hears Sam come out of his room, she looks at the steps expectantly, an affectionate smile curving her lips. She's never seen this version of him in a tuxedo. "Hey, Handsom," she says when he's still at the top of the stairs. "I'd hoped you'd like it," she says of his compliment, moving closer to run both hands along his shoulders. She leans in to press a kiss to his cheek. "Very sexy," she whispers in his ear before she pulls away.

The photos are mostly painless. There are plenty of both of them together and quite a few of Sam by himself, which Ruby absolutely understands. Theo is nice enough to remind Melissa to wrap it up . Within a few minutes of his warning, the limo pulls up. Melissa lets them go with a kiss to Sam's cheek and a 'have fun'. The driver is there to open the door of the limo for them. Ruby slides into the limo first. The door shuts behind Sam and the limo starts. There's a privacy window between them and the driver. Ruby turns toward him.

He'll give the corsage to her before they reach the stairs and have their photos taken. There's a few positions Melissa wants them to do the most, requiring Ruby on the lower step with Sam up one behind her and then some in the reverse. The latter Sam can't take his eyes off her and doesn't need to for the camera. He still has yet to answer her as they were ushered to the stairs rather quickly. He's still flustered from where her hands had touched his shoulders and the whisper in his ear.

""Tha-Thank you. You look beautiful too," he stammers, repeating himself. In front of his parents, he's a little more conscious of what they might think. But the world starts to melt away. It feels easier to be himself with her when they cross the threshold out of his home to the limousine. He tells his mother 'I will' maybe not realizing how much he gives away in being excited to be alone with Ruby. The evening fresh air almost seems to clear his mind.

He hides really well that he wanted to open the door for Ruby and instead focuses his energies in sliding in after her and pressing up next to her. For the next little while, there's no one else around to watch them. They've only been dating a couple of weeks but he's already confident enough to put his hand on her leg, pause, then give her a quick squeeze. "Ever think what I should introduce you as when we get there?" Girlfriend is the word he would use. But they also never talked about it.

Melissa will send a few pictures, particularly of the ones in which Sam couldn't take his eyes off her, to Ruby. Though, she'll likely spend some time looking at them, processing the fact that her little boy looks at Ruby the way Theo looks at her. She'll also look at some older photos and realize that he has looked at Ruby like that for some time now.

It is awkward for all of them to have Ruby and Sam acting more like a couple in front of his parents. It wasn't that long ago they were regulated to 'just friends' and had to act accordingly. Eventually, they'll find their footing and everyone will be more comfortable with them as a couple. It's a relief to Ruby as well when they're alone again.

Sorry, Sam. Part of the driver's job, but he can tell the driver to let him do it next time if he likes. When he puts his hand on her leg, Ruby slides closer to him, one hand resting on his thigh. She hums a little at his question. Her automatic answer is wife because she was his for so long, but he doesn't know that yet. "Relatively often," she responds with a grin. "What do you want to introduce me as?"

Surely Ruby will appreciate the photos. Of course that look in Sam's eye isn't something new and Melissa could go back months and find them. Theo gives her the space to go through her photo reel for an uninterrupted amount of time before he places his hands to the sides of her shoulders from behind her. He reminds her that Sam will be alright. For now, they have the three story house to themselves.

He's been glad for weeks that they don't have any more boundaries between them. She's still the best friend he's ever had.

He won't because it'd feel rude to come across impolite. The man is only doing his job. (Besides when they reach the school, he'll want that extra moment with Ruby while the driver rounds the limousine. He looks down at her hand as hers have more of a tendency to wander (not that he minds, just he needs to know what to expect). Her hum might as well be a beckon for him to come closer as he leans in. "Well, I was thinking I'd call you my girlfriend from here on out. But only if that's fine with you." It does feel like there is a better word for what he wants to call her, but it doesn't seem to exist yet.

Melissa appreciates the reminder from Theo more than he probably realizes because yes they do have the house to themselves for the entire night (at least). They should absolutely make use of that. "You go get the champagne. I'll put on something sexy," she tells him as she leans in, kisses him, and starts up the stairs.

It has been a very sexy few weeks for Sam and Ruby. She thinks they deserve it after all the waiting they did. He will always be her best friend and her favorite human.

She can't help the wandering hands. Okay, so she can, but she doesn't want to unless he minds. However, she is trying to be good, at least until he decides he doesn't want her to be. When he comes closer, she shifts, moving so that her legs are draped across his, her ass still in the seat. She toys with his tie, resisting the urge to untie it this early in the night. "I like the sound of girlfriend," she purrs, leaning in to press a kiss to the hollow right between his jaw and his ear. "I told the girls we were dating." When and if her dating life comes up in her day to day, she'll call him her boyfriend.

Like mother, like son. Where Mel saw the same look Theo has for her in Sam's gaze for Ruby, Theo sees a similarity in Mel's eagerness to take advantage of the night as the same kind their boy left with. He chuckles softly then turns to find an appropriate wine. "Right away, hunny bear. I have the perfect year in mind." The wine he chooses is the year Sammy was born.

Sam learned from Ruby that his dreams weren't just made up in his head; everything he described to her was real in the moments she encouraged him to try with her.

At the very least she resists the urge to undo his tie; he'd be embarrassed to admit that he needs her help in fixing it for prom. Guaranteed he won't need to or want to fix it when the night isn't so young anymore and prom is more in the rearview. His eyes flicker to her smooth legs then to her face again. It was made clear by her not so subtle expression that she was encouraging him to touch where her dress split. She was all over him too. There were things they would have to wait to do later as they'd be at prom any minute, but he mentally gives himself a nod to run his hands along her bare skin. His heart beats rapidly though. One thing to understand the sex has to wait, another for the body to anticipate it. "Yeah? Okay. So, it's official as of tonight." A year from now, it'll be their first anniversary date. He sighs as it seems like she knows exactly where she'd get the most out of him. He can't help but think it's her experience. It's one thing that makes the sex more exciting.

He pulls his thoughts back from a little bit of daydreaming when the girls come up. He hadn't met them yet but he wanted to. "Yo-You did. I mean, that's- that's fine with me. I respect what you want to do with that. I'd love to meet them when you feel it's right." His heart pounds with a more sturdy beat as he's less hormonal and more open to talk personally. This is as serious as it gets because he wants to be in all aspects of her life. He wants those girls to know he's not trying to replace their father if that's a concern.

Well, while Sam may have a lot of qualities and similarities to another Sam Winchester over a hundred years ago, he still has Melissa and Theo's genetics and many of their qualities as well. Melissa will meet Theo downstairs wearing a sexy, lacy, slip of a night gown. She could stay upstairs and let him bring the champagne to their bedroom, but the point of celebrating that they're home alone is to not be confined to the bedroom.

They've got so much more to explore and try, but they've also got many years to do so.

He needn't be embarrassed. She would have done his tie for him without being asked before they went inside had it been needed. However, she knows they don't really have time for sex in the limo and to get dressed before they arrive. That will have to wait for the trip to the hotel suite she's arranged. It is a very high split; she is absolutely encouraging him to touch wherever and whatever he likes. They may not have time for sex, but there's plenty of time for other things. Anticipation is half the fun of getting dressed up and going out. It can be something they celebrate together. She will forever be glad he sees her experience as exciting. She likes trying things with him to see what his reaction is.

"They're good with it," she assures him. "Maybe this summer we'll take a road trip to see them. They're excited about meeting you too." They're worried, but not for the reasons Sam will think. They're definitely not concerned about him replacing their dad (in fact a little concerned about the opposite: he won't). She slides his hand a little higher up on her inner thigh, a small but definite pout on her lips as she takes his other hand and glides her fingers slowly over his palm and down his wrist. "Now I remember one reason I hate formal clothes. There's nowhere to touch you."

There is time for a little bit of a makeout session as one of those other things. Seated as they are, his eyes can't help but catch a glimpse of just how high her dress split goes with his finger poking underneath the fabric. He can see she's not wearing any underwear. While not hestative, he turns his gaze to her with a little surprise. Of all the nights, he had thought she would want a little cover. But then again, he can't say he has ever seen her want to. He takes a breath in to steady his mind, doing very little for his anticipation level shooting higher. He gives her a squeeze at her thigh and leans a bit in closer. "Now, I know this is on purpose," he complains before bumping noses with her and kissing her as his fingers smooth out in every direction, running over her more sensitive parts before he withdraws abit to keep himself controlled. Just as he does, the limo starts to slow down to do the awkward and controlled turns that come with passing the academy front gate.

He lets out a sigh of relief he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Really, uh, good. Let's go meet them this summer then. Where do they live? Maybe we can sightsee together and make a lunch of it." He's open to them joining their plans for vacation without missing a beat really. All he wants at the end of the day is to be welcoming and have their acceptance in joining the family. Unfortunately, the first meeting won't jog memories of his old life just yet. Patience will make it worth everyone's while. His eyes follow her hand as she guides his hand over her thigh again and he takes it as a cue to apply a little pressure with his fingertips wherever she guides it. His stare becomes a little confused when her other hand traces along his wrist until she spells it out with her words. Immediately, his fingers thread through her fingers to bring her hand up to his mouth to gently kiss. "I don't know about that. We still got our mouths."

"North Carolina and New Orleans. I think we could get them both up to New Orleans though. There's plenty to sightsee and you should definitely have beignets in New Orleans." Zuzu has lived there for a few years and really loves it, though Ruby expects she'll move again sometime soon. She bites her bottom lip, watching him kiss her hand. She hums a little at his words "And I have a few ideas about what we can use those for."

A makeout session in the limo on the way to prom is a must. She winks at Sam when it's obvious he notices what she isn't wearing under her dress. She promises she won't lift her skirt up or sit without crossing her legs. She can't help but laugh softly at Sam's words. "Trust me. Seducing you is always on purpose." She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him deeper into the kiss. She can't help but arch up into his touch, moaning into the kiss. She slides one hand down his chest to rub him through his pants. When the limo slows and they break apart, her eyes are black and she feels breathless. "We'll definitely have to take the long way to the hotel suite I rented." They will be taking this further on the limo ride home if she has anything to say about it.

"If not both in New Orleans, we can still go see the other in North Carolina. There's a lot of haunted places that have been converted into tourist areas." His eyes light up. He'll have to research if any have lodgings as well. His head tilts slightly. "Like the rifle?" He's never heard of the food as sheltered as he is. He'd go anywhere to meet the girls because if it's important to Ruby it's important to him. He leans a little closer with his whole body, wanting to know what's on her mind. He doesn't let go of her hand right away after all. "Like what?" He can guess pretty well as to what even though he wants her to say it.

Sam has to remind himself that he can look at her less than respectfully under the circumstances;yet the flash of red covers his cheeks for a minute when she winks. She has the best laugh in the world he thinks, while his own sounds more flustered and wistful. He's not under any delusion that sometimes he's out of his depth with her. But it makes what they are all the more exciting and real. He'd have it no other way. Honestly, looking back on those he tried to date, he never wanted anything else than Ruby who keeps him on his toes. He matches her lips with force of his own all the while letting her have her way. Her moan encourages him to nip at her bottom lip just enough to tug it back and let it go. His focus falls abit apart when her hand presses against the fabric of his pants and causes a jolt down his legs. His situation can't help but be comparable to a rock and a hard place. He's not exactly ready to stand up right away when the limo slows almost to a crawl and he grows concerned the moment he hears the driver turn the engine off. He acknowledges Ruby at the same time grabbing the first thing his hands find. "What? Uhm... That's a great idea, I mean. I don't know if that helps right now. Should we wait to go in?" What he ends up holding is a balloon on his lap, trying to be inconspicuous about it.

The door opens moments later to let them out. Sam fiddles with the balloon when he crawls out first, only to have one hand free for Ruby to take.

She can't help but smile at his suggestion. "Samuel, do you want to stay the night in a haunted house? I can make that happen." Her tone of voice is amused and flirtatious, but she's also entirely serious. "We will go on a couple of the ghost tours though and visit some of the legitimate voodoo shops. I've got a list of things I want to stock up on while we're there anyway." She can't help but smile at his reference. "Sort of. Slightly different spelling and pronunciation. I like the fried donuts better though." She leans closer, pressing her lips to the hollow of his, nipping lightly at his earlobe then sucking on it a moment before she whispers "I'm not sure we have time for me to suck what I'd really like to."

Considering the way they've spent the last two weeks, he certainly can. However, the blush is cute, and so is his laugh. However, he will get more confident with time and less flustered (though she hopes that she never loses the ability to fluster him a little). He is absolutely out of his depth with her right now, but she won't him drown. She's not any more ready to be in public than he is when the limo pulls to a stop, but once she blinks away the black eyes, it's less evident with her. She leans in and presses a chaste kiss to his mouth, a smile still tugging at the corners of her lips. "We can wait as long as you like.

Once he does get out, Ruby reaches to take the balloon from him and leave it in the limo. "I'll walk in front of you and stand in front of you. No one will know." She takes his hand as she gets out of the limo smoothly and elegantly then stands wrapping his arm around her waist. "Ready?" she asks him. After all, this is his prom. He should enjoy it.

Her smile encourages him not to pipe down about it (normally he would keep it to himself given his parents feelings about him being around the unnatural). "Yes, it's always sort of been on my bucket list of things to do." Little does he know how much his own interests were shared with a previous life of his. All he can hear is the particular flirtatious part of her voice and feel lightheaded enough to lean against her just slightly. He never really has to think about being taken seriously by her. "I'd love to do whatever you come up with." His eyes search her face up and down: lips, cheekbones, neckline, and finally rest on her eyes. He doesn't mind the spell he's under at all. Did he make a reference? He's already partially forgotten. "I like the kind with sprinkles on them" But she knows that. Just between the two of them, he still calls them sprinklese for ease. Everything she does might as well be magic because he can't possibly think she knows all his responsive points, and he lets out a small sound of pleasure while noting that his earlobe throbs the second her lips leave. He's disappointed long before it really connects what she really wishes there is time for. He tugs at the bowtie around his neck to loosen it a bit as it feels suddenly a little too tight. "No, I...guess not." He'll return the favor sometime that night if that's where it leads. His inexperience is the only thing that leaves knots in stomach as he'd like to be able to do for her what she does for him.

He's had her to help him grow a lot more confident the last two weeks without feeling wholly inadequate, which allows him to dare enough to match her energy (at least a little). He pauses long enough to watch her eyes go from black to green, assess if she's ready and his own feelings. "I-" She cuts him off as much as he does when he gives into the chaster kiss. "Sure. Just a few minutes then." He guesses. He could get control of his pants situation just a little more. He's not going to be able to do that with all the romantic touching so he shifts to blurting out the first thing that seems like appropriate small talk. "Did you know the school was built over an old burial ground?" (That doesn't work for very long. But he gives her the run down of some the history that excites him as a fan of the supernatural.)

Sam doesn't think twice about releasing the balloon into her custody, but he checks himself before they start walking. It's a lot less noticeable after the little extra time they took in the limo. He shakes his head then. "It's...fine now. Walk beside me, please." He wants to do it the right way when they walk in. It's still a fair distance away but everything closer is decorated like a fairy tale to suggest by the end of their path there's something grand waiting for them. He splays his fingers slightly over her hip in her direction to hold her closer. He affirms with a nods. "You ready?" It's only prom if she enjoys it too.

When she confirms, he does the gentlemanly thing and walks forward (not necessarily leads). He's slow enough so they can take in every flower display and light that they come to, blues and yellows as part of the theme, but without trying to play it out like they're living in a Disney movie. Inside the yellows and blues are more subtle rather than bright so that his eyes don't hurt. Nervous and excited at the same time, he turns to look at Ruby through the threshold. It doesn't occur to him to look at what's around first when the most beautiful thing to him is seeing how she transforms under the lighting. There's some flashes of light to indicate a photographer got some photos of their entrance. He takes a deep breath, looking at her. "I don't care what we do first. You're beautiful."

His parents don't want him to be hurt and being a hunter almost guarantees injury at some point. Ruby doesn't want him hurt either, but she's more realistic about his involvement in hunting and his involvement with her. She knows they're tied together. He will have to at least learn how to take care of himself. Besides, the haunted houses open to the public are pretty harmless. They wouldn't stay open if they weren't. She takes him entirely seriously and always has, though she's very likely to make light of a serious situation. They just need some time and practice; he'll learn to make her crazy with just a look. As it is, he makes her crazy enough, as evidenced by the fact that she wants to climb him like a tree every moment they're together. "Something to think about until later," she teases him, her lips still against his neck. There will be plenty of time for the night to go a lot of ways.

He should be confident. He's been doing just fine in the sexual department. He's got passion and willingness. The rest will come with time and practice. She pulls away, straightening her own skirt to give him some time to get everything together. "That doesn't seem safe," but she listens, interested as he tells her about the history. She also makes notes to do some runes and salting around the school grounds. She'll get Sam to help her.

When he requests that she walk beside him, she falls back to his side, looping her arm around his waist in response so he can escort her into the area. "As I'll ever be. You know, this is my first prom," she tells him. She's surprised she's a little nervous about the whole thing.

She pauses to take some pictures of Sam and a few selfies in front of the various arrangements. She wants to make sure they both have plenty of evidence of memories of tonight. She can't help but smile at his compliment and tiptoe up a bit to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Quite the compliment from a hottie like you," she returns the compliment and glances around. "Why don't we find the rest of your friends then we'll see about dancing or something. I don't really know what you do at prom."

Sam tries hard not to stumble on his way out of the limo or into the venue because Ruby's kiss still tingled on his neck. He already had so many vivid dreams of them together that the something to think about later was already playing out in his head now.

It should be noted that half his willingness to explore during sex comes from the same dreams. They've spoken about it and made a lot of it reality. He'd be happy to know her feedback is good. There's a lot of history on the school grounds. All Ruby needs to do is ask him what else he dug up and he'll gladly do so. "I suppose. Maybe I shouldn't have left out that they got a priest in 2005 to cleanse it after re-discovering it." Though he would absolutely be up for making sure the priest didn't miss anything alongside her watch. How else is he going to grow in field experience hunting?

He smiles down at her when her pace matches his own. That feeling like he wants to run ahead with her in hand is hard to ignore, to arrive inside a few seconds sooner is overwhelming. But looking at Ruby now, he must admit to himself selfishly that prom doesn't matter. They could skip it for all he cared. But for both of them prom was a first. "That's not a bad thing. It just means it's both our first prom. Only one way to find out what it's like. Together." They'll have to be nervous together too.

His hand goes around the small of her back when she presses her lips to the corner of his. The photographer catches them in that moment as well as others where he instructs them. There's a little bit of info asked of them at the end but the photos will be sent to their email the next day. Almost every photo has Sam smiling at her with a similar but younger look to the one that drives her crazy. He can dish out compliments just fine but it takes him as second to recover when she returns it. He's almost as quick to follow her gaze around the gymnasium rather than get too flustered. If there's one thing he knows well about Gus is that his best friend is much better at drawing a crowd. "There." He points Ruby in the direction of the crowd. Inside Hazel and his friend were already making the best of their night. "I propose we start with drinks and then go over." He counteroffers. "We make it up as we go along?" The chances are the dancing will die down once the song ends and it won't be a problem.

They can get to those dreams later. She'll have to remember later to reassure him that he's doing well (though her orgasms are a pretty good sign).

The history is interesting. She can't help letting concern for his safety take precedence in her mind. She smiles at his comment. "Yeah, it's good to include things like that. Definitely makes a difference." Maybe they'll do a little work just to be certain.

It's important to Ruby that Sam go because it's a normal part of teenage life. When she and Sam had first discussed the idea that he would be reincarnated, she wanted to make sure he had all of the normal life experiences that he might not have had in his first life. yes, he'd gone to prom the first time around, but it hadn't been ideal. She wanted this to go perfectly. She squeezes his hand. "And we'll have fun because we're together."

One of these days, those compliments will become normal to him. For now, she delights in seeing him a bit flustered by them. She follows his gaze, a smirk curving her lips. "Sounds like a plan." She pauses to locate the punch bowl and leads him over there to procure their drinks. Once that's done, they head toward the crowd. Gus, much like Sam, is tall enough to see over the crowd he's gathered. He waves them over. Hazel is next to him, dressed in a gorgeous teal gown. Gus whistles at them. "Clean up pretty well there, Dudes."

Sam pours the punch for both of them; it's early enough in the night that it hasn't been spiked yet so he finds the taste refreshing. The flavor is orange kiwi, his favorite. They have to push their way through the crowd a little to reach Gus and Hazel but gentlemanly enough he minimizes how much Ruby can get bumped. He's still a little flustered by the time Gus whistles at them and adds to it. It is encouraging that someone else thinks Ruby and him look like a good match. "So do you two. Hazel, you look beautiful with Gus." He politely adds. He turns to Ruby to grab hold of her other hand once the next song starts, looking at her with his trademark puppy eyes. The music is mid-paced but he prepares to start dancing slow.

She takes a sip of her punch before they push their way through the crowd. The show of chivalry is nice, though he'll figure out in the next several years that she can take care of herself in a crowd if need be. She's still getting accustomed (again) to being taken care of. Hazel thanks him for the compliment and grins. "I make Gus look good," she jokes. Gus just shrugs in response. "How's a guy going to argue with that?" he jokes as he leans over and kisses the top of Hazel's head.

When Sam grabs her hand, she abandons her punch glass on one of the tables in favor of following him to the dance floor. She follows his lead, arms wrapping around his neck.No, she doesn't care if their dancing matches the music. She'd much rather slow dance with him than anything else. "Good choice, Puppy."

Sam chuckles lightly at Gus and Hazel. Jokes aside, they're a pair he aspires to model after. He has nothing bad to say about the kind of boyfriend Gus is.

Slow dancing is kind of all Sam ever learned. He's content looking in Ruby's eyes as his hands rest on either side of her waist and they sway. He smiles lightly, "It's embarrassing I don't know how to dance like that." His head points to Gus and Hazel. "Besides I'm lost in you."

Gus is a good guy and he's head over heels for Hazel, which is very apparent to anyone watching them.

As far as Ruby is concerned, it's the only kind of dancing he needs to know. She glances over at Gus and Hazel dancing in time (and coordination) with the music. She looks back up at Sam, stepping closer so their bodies aren't quite pressed together, but are touching. "I know I'm old as dirt, but the only kind of dancing I know how to do is a waltz. Besides, I prefer this; I get to be close to you."

It's for that reason that Sam is drawn to Gus as a friend like many others are. They've been friends for what feels like forever too.

If she thinks it's the only kind he needs to know then he might never disappoint her. Of course years down the line when they get married he'll take more lessons to impress her on their special day. He'll do anything for her to make her smile. Their bodies don't have to be touching for the heat under his skin to grow tenfold. He shakes and nods his head to the first and second parts. "I wouldn't say that. Age is only a mindset. Do you know anything about pottery? About how sand sometimes transforms into glass? That's you, if you want my opinion. I'm happy you said yes." He sways in a half circle in pure enjoyment to be with her.

Sam could never disappoint her with his dancing skills or lack thereof. She will be impressed if he learns to dance for their wedding, though if he expects her to do more than waltz, he must warn her. The irony is that he doesn't have to do much to make her smile. "Not about pottery so much, but I do know that sand turns to glass when struck by lightning. Either way, I don't mind the comparison." She pressed up onto her toes a bit to place a soft kiss on his lips. "I'm happy you asked," she tells him. He's absolutely content to sway with him. Any other sort of dancing is overrated in your opinion.

They could get lessons together, if she's so inclined. What matters, be it their wedding day or prom, is that she chooses to be with him. Isn't it more meaningful when he tries to put a smile on her face? When he sees her smile, he sees what makes her the most beautiful woman in the world with her shorter features to match her soft spirit. It doesn't matter if anyone else calls him delusional. "While we're on the subject, would you like to learn about pottery sometime? It would be more fun with you." His eyes blink close for half a second as her lips touch his and he melts into it in part and returns the kiss in kind as the other part. His focus on his sway slows down as he temporarily grows distracted in her. "Sometimes I still feel all of this is only a good dream. But unlike most dreams, I can't skip to the next day right away when it's time to say goodnight." He pauses for a moment then adds, "Good thing it's Friday, am I right?"

It would be a fun thing to do together. However, no matter how accomplished they might become as dancers, she'd still want to do this slow, close dancing sometimes. No one else in the entire world (except maybe Melissa, Theo, and the girls) realizes that anything about Ruby is soft, so yes some people might think he's a little delusional. "We could definitely take a pottery class together." Whether he realizes it or not, she'd do almost anything with him.

The kiss isn't necessarily meant to distract him, but there's a little part of her that is thrilled it does. She tries to keep the kiss short so they don't get yelled at by the teacher chaperones at the event, but he makes it difficult because of the way he melts into and returns the kiss. "You only have a couple of more weeks before you can move in with me if you want," she reminds him. "Friday nights are my favorite." Because it means they have 48 hours to spend together uninterrupted.

He's young enough still to dream about all the things they can do as a couple. Not that ever will change but he'll learn to ask what they do as a couple within her limits on a day to day basis. "I'll set it up. There's more workshops in another month." He's the luckiest guy in the world if she has time for half of his dating ideas.

He would be disappointed if they got kicked out of the dance early, but not necessarily unable to readjust. He firmly believes the night has all sorts of possibilities and that they should flow with it. He's very melty that when he picks up where they left off, half of it is more of stagger to find his rhythm rather than any recognizable sway to begin with. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been thinking about life with Ruby in the future and what it looked like after High School. Of course, he'd been waiting to ask at the right time what the next steps were for them and for them to come to an agreement together. He smiles, mildly surprised but alight in his eye. "That's, uh, something I was going to bring up after graduation. Yes, of course I want to move in. A few more weeks isn't too soon or anything?" Maybe the concern is mostly on his end. He isn't thinking twice about it, only that subconsciously it's a big step and he hasn't talked to his parents about it either. Most kids have the summer to say goodbye to their way of life with their parents before college whether he realizes it or not. He only has weeks.

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