The New Body
Rated: M
Pairing: Ruby(S4)/ implied Sam
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
While she may appear human to the eyes of mortals, she's far from it. This skin they see is not hers but that of a Jane Doe in a hospital that just about expired until she jumped in to salvage it.
She is a demon. Was a human once, if you called witches that back then.
Glancing in a mirror, she finds the suit of meat suitable though she preferred the other body much more. Blonde hair compliments her more but this isn't the time to think on appearances. She has a mission and that is to bring about the apocalypse.
"Sam," Phone to her ear, she can hear the boy's sigh of relief and can't help but smile at it. He truly is too sweet for his own good. If she didn't have ulterior motives, no doubt she'd been shacked up with him for a long good while until neither of them could move.
Just at the thought she feels her loins tighten and hisses at the unused muscles. Apparently she was walking around in a virgin's body. Great.
"Meet me at the motel on Seventh Street." She is sitting on the bed, the sound of his breath whispering words of an agreement creating tingles up her spine. He doesn't want his brother to hear him. Interesting, she thinks to herself. "And Sam?"
"Yeah?" His voice is weak, like he'd been running a marathon of nightmares again.
"Don't be late."
"I won't."
They hang up and she closes her eyes as she envisions his hand slipping down between her thighs instead of her own. When she finds that she's soaked, a smirk tugs on her lips. So it seems Sammy boy has the power to make a girl wet by just conversing with her on the phone.
Very interesting.
Leaning her head back, she brushes her fingers along the lining of her panties which cause her breath to hitch. If he were here, more than likely he'd dip his finger inside to tease…
She does just that and finds a moan escaping her lips.
Swirling a finger just at the slit, he would use his thumb to rub small circles along her clit, making her crazy and wild. Her eyes snap open as the sensation picks up, her muscles twitching as her mouth falls open in a cry.
Images of a masculine hand reaching up to stroke her hardened nipples flood her mind and she can almost feel a ghost like touch pinching them, making her all more aroused.
She's so close. Oh hell, so damn close. She pumped her fingers, swirling the one right against her sweet spot and explored the new territory with fervor. Black spots darkened her sight, she thrusts harder until finally she's over that metaphorical edge as her body tenses up and her walls clench her fingers.
When it finally dies down, she slumps back and rights her clothing and waits.
One thing is for certain, she's going to make that boy deflowers her.