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[Seeing Ruby sleep is a rare occurrence so he watches her stir with adoration in his eye when he rejoins her under the covers. He apologizes in case he disturbed her with any of his movement and scoots next to her. Yes, he's exactly where he wants to be.]

[After she has a second to take it in, he blindly reaches for the tray to pull closer to them, unable to take his eyes off of her.] I'm partial to having you by my side, not just in my head. [They should eventually go shower together and Sam can find the love notes with her. Later when Ruby is ready to remove them, she would most definitely find out he left romantic thoughts of her on the other side. 'My Best Friend.' 'You make my laugh.' 'Bold.' 'Honest.' 'Beautiful.' 'Don't hide your true eyes.']

[He returns her kiss with one or two more of his own.]

Happy Valentines Day.

[ He gets a look of disapproval for his apology. He doesn't have to apologize for waking her up. It's not as if she really needs that much sleep. She reaches to help him with the tray and gives him a smug sort of smile. ] By your side is a lot better; I can do so much more. [ As if to illustrate her point, she runs her fingers along the inside of his arm from wrist to elbow, fingers lingering on the soft skin there before she turns her attention to the tray.

She'll keep all of those notes in her box and take his advice; he may find her black eyed a good deal more at the bunker. They're in danger (as usual) of forgetting breakfast with all this kissing. Ruby isn't complaining, but Sam should eat. ]

Happy Valentine's Day. [ She dips her fingers into one of the champagne glasses and fishes out a berry, holding it out for him to eat. ]

[She gets a chuckle for the look in her eye. He didn't mean to forget that she doesn't need sleep. Sometimes it's just a force of habit to be considerate. She's cute with that face though. That disapproval to the smugness and all. With her help, the tray ends up sideways between them. Similar to the moon, his smile shines because of her smile. The innuendo in her words is pretty clear.] Of which I have no doubt. But today I hope you will let me do things for you. [There's time for everything; including the oil massage he's planned to give her before they ever leave the room. His attention falls to her fingers playing across his skin and, for the briefest moment, he squeezes her hand before letting it go as her attention shifts elsewhere.]

[Her black eyes would be welcome in the privacy of the bunker and he'd be glad to see her take his advice to heart. He couldn't be anything but accepting of her once he decided to ask her to marry him. Only Dean would have to get over it. There's breakfast on the bed with them so it's fine. Sam will catch lunch or a late brunch. Time lost with Ruby is nothing he's complained about either.]

How am I doing so far? [He can guess the answer but he's teasing her before he provides more of the details. She needn't ask him to accept the berry into his mouth; though she should expect when the whip cream on her fingers touch his lips that he is prompted to softly kiss the tips of her fingers, and brush his hand up against her shoulder.]

[ if he comes bearing food, he's always welcome to wake her up. That he finds her expressions cute, are part of the reason they're together. Thre are other men who would be intimidated by her in general. He never is. It'd be a shame if he missed his innuendo. Her brows go up at Sam's request and her smile turns a little wicked.] If you insist, who am I to deny your Valentine's wish.

[ She's already a great deal more comfortable showing him her black eyes than she once was. Realizing that Sam liked her demon eyes was the first moment she really felt like he accepted who and what she was rather than just the image she presents. It was a big step in their relationship as far as she was concerned. Honestly, that it irritates Dean is all the more reason to flaunt her black eyes outside of this room.

She hums a little at his question.] So far, I'm not going to kick you out of bed. You may continue. [ She says the latter in an imperious sort of tone. She bites her bottom lip when he proceeds to lick the whipped cream off her fingers. It's all the more reason for dipping her fingers into the flute to feed him another berry.]

[Does it count if he allows her to pick from his plate in the morning. There's other things other men would be intimidated by that attract him to her. The list of reasons could go on for pages. He's well versed in everything Ruby. He is pretty sure her look is asking him what he has in mind.] Insist, no. But I can promise you it will be fun if you do.

[He's a great deal more used to them than what he was too. He'd be lying to the both of them if he ever said it wasn't partly due to the sex they've enjoyed, but the other part of it is that he's felt it connect them together emotionally. What Dean thinks is irrelevant as long as he comes around it too. Of course Sam is going to tell them they're both twelve if they flaunt it or complain too much.]

[She hums and he leans towards her like she's beckoning him.] Yes. I believe it's my turn to offer you a berry. [He won't pass up the opportunity to press his lips against the tips of her fingers a second time though, chew and swallow the berry. A little bit of whip cream sticks to the corner of his mouth and he brushes it away with his thumb and sucks on it. Of course he is aware how that could look. His interest shifts to a strawberry to offer up to her mouth. It might not be a coincidence that the strawberries are fat and juicy.]

[It absolutely counts. She's fairly intimidating, yes and its very sexy that he isn't intimidate. She loves how well versed in her that he is. There's many advantages to that, but she appreciated it most when he uses his knowledge of her to interpret some of the things she says and does to see how she feels. That's exactly what her loom is asking. Its also inferring that she has a good idea what he has in mind at least in a broad sense and she approves. ] then you have my permission. Have your way with me. [Yes she's implying everything there]

[she feels like it connects them emotionally as well. It makes her feel seen and loved as she is without any artifice or lies. She can't promise she won't turn into a 12 year old when irritating Dean. Its been known to happen.

If she had breathe to catch, Sam sucking the whipped cream of his thumb would make her catch it. She leans forward to catch the strawberry between her teeth, sucking the juice before she bites down on it, eyes closing momentarily. Her eyes flutter open as her tongue slips out to lick juice from the corner of her mouth] Careful. I could get used to this.

[ breakfast in bed and eating in a way that might as well be porn]

[What's to be intimidated by when more often than not she shows a softer edge towards him. Sometimes he thinks she saves all the bite for the bedroom and it's not something he minds at all. In fact everything he has in mind isn't on a strict timetable as he expects her to offer input as it plays out. Her permission to do as he likes with her garners a smile from ear to ear. That is an invitation to be naughty if he's ever heard one.] Your permission is appreciated. I'll do my best to hold it with great responsibility. [He's planned things that he knows very well that she responds to.]

[It was his intention to make her feel seen and show her he truly loved every part of her when he knew he desired to see past the black eyes and worked to accomplish it. Honestly, sometimes she acts like his twelve year old girlfriend and he accepts that too. It's been getting easier because he can see the sibling relationship her and Dean have.]

[His imagination has been known to fill in the gaps for them because he swears can picture her breath catching on his own with the flash of enjoyment across her eyes. She makes eating strawberries look like an art form. Without even realizing it, he holds his breath and unsteadily exhales around the same time the juice dripped from the corner of her mouth, watching her and blinking. Remind him, again, how someone like her ever saw him as her equal. Truth is he is a little dumbfounded when she reminds him a lot like an angel. Yes, the kind he grew up believing existed when people achieved the best version of themselves.] What- What if that was my intention. To spoil you everyday?

[He doesn't struggle per se to be open about it, but to find the words that speak even half the volume he wished to convey is another matter. Tentatively, he reaches for another one to offer her. Should she be ready to move on, there's a small tub next to the champagne flute for his next treat.]

[ He is the only one that gets to see her softer side. It took her a little while to show it to him, to be vulnerable with him, but now she's soft and squishy Ruby with him. It is definitely an invitation to be naughty. Ater all, that's part of what Valentine's is about, isn't it?] Great power, great responsibility. [ He's good at that ]

[ Dean does not bring out the best in her, but their relationship is very sibling-like. They bicker and argue, but it's the way they show that they care for each other. If Ruby didn't care, she'd refuse to acknowledge Dean. ]

[ She likes when his imagination fills in the gaps. He might not realize he's holding his breath, but Ruby notices every little thing, including the way his heart speeds up. He's not even close to her equal; he's much better than her, but she's not selfless enough to leave him for his own good. She's also as far from an angel as she can possibly get, but she likes that he sees her that way. She pretends to consider his question, dipping her fingers into the champagne flute to get whipped cream on them. She then tilts her head, smears whipped cream on her neck, and tilts her head to the side. ] Mmmm, I approve of this intention.

[ She leans forward to take the strawberry between her lips, scrapping her teeth ever so slightly over his fingers. ] What else have you got in store for me? [ She tilts her head ever so slightly toward the tub as she chews and swallows her strawberry.]

[There's never a day he takes her softer side for granted. For sure that's part of the allure of Valentine's, but hopefully so is the romantic aspect.]

[Yes, Sam found that out the hard way a long time ago when he tried to get them to get along by leaving them handcuffed to opposites bed posts. He eventually learned it's just the way they communicate and to let it be as long as they weren't at each other's throats. Still, he does roll his eyes and tell them to stop acting twelve frequently. Of course he would be conflicted if they didn't speak at all.]

[She used to have a front row seat in his head so she knows the kinds of things his mind fills in. She's felt his breath hold and his heart beat increase while possessing him too. Truth is that while he might not know the full extent that she notices every little thing about him, he is as guilty for paying close attention to her as she does on him. A relationship is about being equal so anything besides that isn't a consideration. In particular though, she never fails to take him by surprise in momentary, exciting ways. He half expected her fingers to come up to his lips again, but he watches her smear the cream all over her neck with a sense of smugness in what she's asking.] You're not making it easy to remember it's me that is spoiling you.

[His fingertips slide into her mouth when they twitch with the sensation of her teeth making him somewhat aroused.] Uh... I thought we could pick up where we left off in the city of Poughkeepsie. You remember that couple's massage we booked? [The one they had to bail on when they left town. Yes, they need a do over.]

[He unscrews the lid to waft the scented oil under her nose.] I thought it was about time that I made it up to you.

[ Ruby would have never imagined that she'd enjoy romantic gestures the way that she does, so yes. It's most definitely about the romance as well. ]

[ The method probably would have (and maybe to a degree did) with Dean. For Ruby, it had just made her dig in harder. She's had far too many centuries of being handcuffed, imprisoned, and pushed into doing things. The flies with honey tactic works better with her, especially when Sam is the honey. It is the way they communicate though and there's little doubt in either Ruby or Dean's mind that the other cares. It's fair to call them out on acting like 12 year olds though; they do it frequently. ]

[ Quite frankly, she misses that front row seat, but won't trade Sam's safety for it the way she did the one time that Tammy showed up. To be honest, as messed up as Ruby is in some ways, she'd feel like something was missing if Sam didn't pay that close attention to her. For her, possessiveness and obsession in reasonable parts is part of love. She likes surprising him and goes out of her way to do it from time to time. His comment makes that wicked smile tug at the corners of her mouth ] A little mutual spoiling never hurt anyone. [ She's not good at romantic gestures the way that Sam is, but she is good at this. ]

[ Only somewhat? She'll have to try (for) harder. His recollection of the memory and the implication of it makes her smile turn bright, joyful ] Oh, I like the sound of this.

[ She uncurls from where she's sitting to lean forward and take a deep breath of the scented oil before sliding the tee-shirt (his) she's wearing over her head and tossing it to the side. She arches a little, making a show of it before stretching out to lay on her stomach.] I think you're supposed to start with my back.

[ Then it goes without saying that she won't be opposed to the dance lessons he will propose they do later in the week. ]

[ That is where Sam realized it would be difficult to let them do anything else but work it out between themselves naturally. Why? Because while Ruby may respond better with honey or fries or Sam in the room, Dean most certainly does not deserve a burger to reinforce his bad behavior. It's fair to say it's not as bad as it was ten years ago too. ]

[ To be fair, Astaroth was something they could not see coming. To this day, he still does not hold her at fault for anything that happened. Nor would he if his memories were fully intact. She is the love of his life so, of course, something would be wrong if he didn't look at her with his trademark puppy love eyes. It stands to reason that he accepts her possessive traits. In many ways, it speaks to him louder than words. Her wicked smile, for instance, suggests they're on the same wavelength so he needn't even ask if she wants to continue. He nods to agree with her. ] I can't argue with that, but if you will allow me to continue, I promise I won't disappoint you. [ She could say no and he would not complain though. Truth is the line between whose spoiling whom was blurry from the start. ]

[ Fine. Somewhat is a lie. But if he let himself admit to being fully aroused, it would make it that much harder to treat her to a ~~little foreplay~~ massage. ] I thought you might. [ Which he means he absolutely counted on it. ]

[ If this were a criminal investigation, her little show would be the charm the defendant displays that distracts the jury from the task at hand. Suffice to say, Sam takes a moment to appreciate it before remembering what he was doing with her prompt. ] Yeah, I think so. We'll start there anyway. [ He moves deliberately to the side of her, warming the oil between his palms before starting with gentle circular motions into her shoulders. ]

[Definitely not opposed, perhaps a little insecure, but not opposed. Once she gets comfortable with it, she'll enjoy dancing with Sam, even if it is just a shuffle-sway sort of dance. It's an excuse to be close to him. ]

[ Dean and Ruby are definitely two different personality types when it comes to that. Of course, from anyone else but Sam, she might look at it as being rewarded for her bad behavior. ]

[ In some ways, that is true, though Ruby believes that she knows Astaroth well enough that she should have been more on guard. It had been a relief (though a complicated one) when she'd killed Astaroth. She also knows that in this place, that doesn't mean that Astaroth won't show up again. she likes to think they'll be better prepared. And he is hers. She loves those puppy dog eyes and she is glad her actions speak (at least) as loud as words.] You never do, Samuel. [ Disappoint her that is. It's one of those lines that should be blurry in her opinion.]

[ He knows her so well. Anticipation makes everything better, or so they say. They can put that to the test tonight.]

[ His appreciation is the only thing she was striving for. She purrs, melting a little and relaxing wholly when his hands caress her skin. This is off to an excellent start. ]

[ He's not any better than the kind to sway but as long as he's with her, it won't matter how fast they learn or how they end up looking on their day. ]

[ Yes, and Sam knows them better than anyone. Of course, to her from Sam, the fries would be an ask to behave. Sometimes fries have an entire meaning altogether and nothing to do with Dean. ]

[ Hopefully, there will not be a next time. They buried Astaroth's with the other bodies; if anyone were to come back, Sam hopes it is the people that were the true victims of that night. He scratches his neck because how she continues to use his first name and make it seem like they're closer is part of a turn on rather than the turn it is with anybody else. ] Let me know if I touch a nerve. [ Or a sweet spot. It's her massage and if there's anything she likes, he will focus on it. ]

[ Yes. It isn't about doing things quickly, the pleasure is in anticipation of it. If they hold off until later, it would be that much sweeter. ]

[ The only thing? It does not feel like his imagination when the space between his hands and her skin heats up. He continues with his thumbs pressing circles into her shoulders then moves his palms down the side of her back with more oil. Every pressure point is calculated to help her relax or feel pleasure. ]

[ And Ruby will come out of the dance class with the hope that they can continue to sway-dance throughout their lives together. ]

[ She's generally pretty good at interpreting the various meanings of fries coming from Sam. Dean definitely isn't involved with that meaning of fries. ]

[ Ruby sincerely hopes so, but she's now afraid of something like that happening again. It keeps her up at night sometimes, but she refuses to give up the life she's got (and that she loves) because of that fear. It's one of those things that she knows she's being selfish about, but she loves Sam too much to do what's best for him (and she knows that maybe that's some level of love she's missing. She knows that humans would say you should love someone enough to let them go if that's what's best for them; she's holding on as tightly as she can.] Trust me, you're touching all the right ones now [ her voice is a sultry, drawling, purr. ]

[ From her point of view, it is definitely not his imagination. Her skin is warmer beneath his hands. She shivers in the best of ways as his hands slide down her sides. Her toes curl a little as she lets out a soft moan of pleasure. ]

[ Absolutely. All she needs to do is ask. More than likely Sam will continue to dance with her at every opportunity. ]

[ No one but Ruby will ever be involved with that meaning of fries. ]

[ To be fair, there's no way he would let her let him go that easily anyway. He's made the mistake of letting her go not once but twice when he fell for Fuby's act and her betrayal. She would just find Sam at her doorstep looking for answers if she wanted to break things off or not. The truth is they're both selfish and this works exactly because they are. The letting go would hurt more than help at this point. Thankfully, Astaroth can't win that easily. ] How about now? [ His hands move lower down her back; in fact, so low that his finger start to massage her waist and brush her thighs. Her reaction pulls an inspired hum from deep in his throat. ]

[ She ought to know by now that her signals of pleasure are a turn on. Something he cannot help is the way his fingers pause over her skin almost as if to absorb her shivers into his fingertips. It's not his intention to stop even for a second but she must know exactly what she is doing to him with that. Pleasure is a two way street and he makes his known by deciding to place a kiss along her spin, then another and another to the top of her neck with his fingers moving back up, with his movements. ]

[ After the dance lessons, he'll find she asks him to dance fairly regularly, most often in the privacy of their own, but sometimes when they're out at the Houndstooth.

Then it's a good thing that she's selfish. Though it makes her feel loved and secure that Sam would come looking for answers if she let him go. They're both decided then, there will be no letting go for either of them.

Both the hum that comes from him and the trajectory of his movements make it difficult for her to stay still, to not touch him, but she lets out a soft, low sigh and fists the blankets in her hands] I don't know whether to jump your bones right now or let this go on because it feels good. [ She says it in a flirty, breathless voice that he is the reason for.

She knows and it's for that reason she doesn't try to hide any of it. The desire his touch brings from her is evident in every line of her body, every sigh and moan, every gasped exhalation of his name. She can't help but arch up into him slightly when he strings those kisses up her spine.]

[ He will always oblige her every whim if it's as simple as dancing with her when they're relatively alone. ]

[ It is best that they hold on to each other more. How much more? It's up to interpretation when the wedding can't be more than a few months away now. ]

[ The general recommendation would be that she hold off because the day has only begun. Of course, it's her day to be made to feel special so whatever she wants is what Sam is hoping to achieve. Maybe they can last more than an hour before they get to that part. He puts a little more pressure on the spot his hands glide over, a contemplative hum. She must know the flirtation does distract him somewhat.] I- I was hoping we could get through this before we move on to anything else, but who I am to tell you what feels best for you. [ Her desire only fuels his desire. ]

[ Every sigh and moan, every gasp of his name or movements closer to his touch cause him to respond with more or another kiss to her spin until he reaches the base of her neck to nibble lightly at the skin. It's his every intention to pull every last bit from her before giving her a beat to regain her senses once more. Then he massages her shoulders again, to finish lest she want him to do it all again.]

[ She can't promise her whims will always be so easily satisfied, but Ruby is relatively easy to make happy where Sam is concerned.

To Ruby, the wedding doesn't have anything to do with holding onto Sam. She is going to do that married or not. It has everything to do with wanting to be everything to him: his best friend, his lover, and his wife. It has to do with wanting to show the world how much he means to her, wanting to show him how much he means to her.

Oh, as far as Ruby is concerned, this is just the beginning of the day. She's got every intention of spending most of the day in bed with him. They might move to the bubble bath later and sex. Lots of sex. That extra pressure elicits a soft, happy sigh from her. Ruby doesn't like to be treated as if she's fragile and Sam is very good at that. She knows exactly how distracted he gets by her flirtations and reactions. She would be deeply disappointed if he weren't distracted. His comment makes her laugh softly, deeply. ] In that case, I think I can hold off on jumping your bones, but you are on my 'to do' list today. More than once. [fair warning?]

[ When his hands fall to her shoulders again, she flips over to her back, props herself on her elbows, and watches him for a moment with eyes that are completely black. She stretches out one leg and hooks it around him to pull him between her legs. ] This side of me is feeling very neglected.

[ All he can ever ask is her to try to behave in public. In private though, anything is fair game. And the truth is he's not so great at saying no to her all the time so they're both equally guilty. ]

[ What did he ever do to deserve her? Having someone to be his best friend, his lover, and his wife is all he could ever ask for and more. When she walks down that aisle in a couple months, there will be a vast sea of emotions to come flooding to the surface and flash behind his eyes looking at her. There may be a point where someone will have to nudge him to snap out of his state of belief of how he got to this point. It's... hard to describe otherwise. ]

[ The rest of the day in bed and sex, somewhere down the line, is the idea. A bubble bath might be the last thing they do before they make an appearance outside their domicile. The last person he would expect would break easily is Ruby. However, his only indication on the pressure being right or wrong comes from her happy sighs. He adds or subtracts pressure based on her cues. It never fails to distract him when she's this way. ]

Heh. Fair enough. I can admit that I like it better when our 'to do' lists match up. [ warning noted, always more of a turn on. ]

[ His hands fall away from her shoulders to allow her to turn over and instinctively move to glide over any bit of skin available over her ankles up to her knees. He meets her gaze, memorized by them as anything else about her. He shuffles closer to her in an inelegant manner, but obligating. He pauses to give her a meaningful look without any further words to her request. ]

[ Once neither of them can say they've been neglected, Sam runs his fingers up Ruby's side from where they had once held her close. To get her attention, that is. He'll cut to the chase.] So anymore thoughts about our wedding? I've been thinking about dates.

[ She makes an effort to behave in public most of the time. Absolutely no effort is made in private to behave.

She'll experience the flood of emotions walking down the aisle too. With any luck, she'll handle it as well as he does. There might be some nudging for her as well.

She's plenty expressive about what feels good. He doesn't have any problem following her lead. His acknowledgment that she's on his to-do list makes her chuckle softly and look over her shoulder to smirk at him. Definitely more of a turn on.

He doesn't need to have grace when he's giving her that look. ]

[Ruby is dozing, completely sated and absolutely content when Sam runs his fingers up her side. She turns a little more toward him, her hand falling to rest over his heart. ] You mean, besides it can't come soon enough? [ She hums a little as she lets her hand drift up over his shoulder and into his hair. ] We've got the cake and the food picked out. I still haven't decided on flowers or a dress and I know there's still a lot to do outside but...middle April?

[ His heart beats at an even pace with the rest they shared in bed for the last little while, but beats a little more quickly as if woken up by her touch. It goes without saying his attention is locked on her despite where her hand might wander. ] Yes... yes, a date to make things more official. [Inquiring minds would like to know, but most of all, Sam. Besides while the planning may have been joyous thus far, not having a date causes him to feel like the most important thing (the very point) is missing.

Suffice to say, he's eager to have what she thinks when it should be as, in the future, it will be their anniversary date too. ]

You want me to come with to pick out the flowers with you? [ He teases her with his fingertips brushing over her skin. Of course he will go with her. They've talked about where the line is and the only line they've decided to draw is at her dress. They both can agree that it's bad karma to see it. ] April works with what we have in mind. Are your thinking first thing or wanting to stick to a traditional weekend timetable. As long as we avoid April Fools Day, it can and will be perfect.

[ She loves the way his heart beats a little faster when she touches him. She's keeping her hand wandering PG ~~for now~~ ] It would mean we could start writing out invitations and inviting people. [Her lips curve into a small smile] And make things seem more official. It doesn't always feel real, does it? Like maybe this is a fairy tale.

[She tilts her head at him] You probably know more about flowers than I do so yes. Your mom might go too and I'm pretty sure Lucy is getting some sort of contact high from wedding planning. [She hums a little thinking about a date.] Weekend, I think though I guess it doesn't really matter here. April 17th? Right in the middle of the month. The weather should be getting nice by then and most importantly, it's only a couple of months away.

[ Truth is it always beats a little faster when her hands wander across his skin, PG or no. ] It would mean we'd have more of an excuse to spend our time together choosing things for our wedding. [ as opposed to what's left with her without him and the dress. ] Sometimes it doesn't. Though when you said yes, that still feels like it was last night.

[ Is it a thoughtful tilt or questioning tilt, because he decides it could be either. ] I'm happy to share with you everything I remember. [ Besides it would be an opportunity to convey the meaning of all the flowers he's given her on dates in the past. ] That's not a half bad idea. I can invite them along and we can get second and third opinions from them. [ He chuckles at the Lucy comment ] Can't say she's been wrong about most of her opinions. [ Quick to think about where the 17th falls, but nods. ] Most the places I've seen were nice before mid April, but if memory serves, it'll be beautiful by the 17th. I think we have our wedding day.

[ She knows and she loves it.] Oh no. I'd hate to have more excuses for that [ her tone is teasing and light. She's still pouty about the dress. She agrees that they don't want to tempt fate or superstition or whatever by letting him see her in the dress first. She still doesn't like it. A smile curves her lips as she runs her hand through his hair. She shifts a little so that she's facing him a little more and stretches to press a kiss against his lips] If you need a reminder, I can do a reenactment. [ sh presses another kiss against his lips. ] Yes.

[Thoughtful. The only question is if it's kosher with the whole wedding thing then she decides she doesn't care.] Samuel, are trying to get me to molest you in the floral shop? [ She's teasing him again, but she also isn't. ] And it will mostly keep me from attacking you. [she says sit in a cheerful way.] Lucy has very good taste. [ Ruby can't deny that. She bites her bottom lip and sighs contentedly, considering that.] I think it's a date I can remember for the next sixty years or so.

Sure. I won't try to give you any more excuses then. [ his own tone is teasing right back because they both know the opposite will ever be true. They're true to each other now and always. There will be no tempting fate with the dress. But suffice to say, there will be opportunities to make up for it later. Sometimes he feels like a High School boy with his mouth open when she moves on him with that cherry smile and her dainty through his hair, and a lot more articulate. He's somewhere in between between each of those kisses. ] Sh-should I lead you in? [Asking her to marry him all over again would be foreplay. He presses his lips against hers the second time and for good measure a third time on his own accord. His fingers move over to the ring on her finger, looking at her meaningfully for her permission to remove it and ask her, once again, the question. ]

[ He feigns innocent with a head tilt. ] Whoa, you have me all wrong. I like it better when we're alone, like right now. [ He is aware she isn't teasing but reminding her again, there's more reward to them being alone. ] I will call and ask if they're free tomorrow then. [ There won't be any interruptions today. ]

[ Sam can't help but warmly smile while watching Ruby's contentedness. Sixty years of life with her is all he could ask. He positions himself over her to put his forehead to hers. ] And the sixty years after that, I hope. With the potion you give me, I think it's inevitable that I am not going anywhere for the next sixty years. You're stuck with me.

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