Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you
"Ruby Tuesday"
- Rolling Stones
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Chapter Seven: Tears And Goodbyes
The day was sunny, ironically. The wind was fresh against her skin and blowing away her sadness. A part of her has left. A part of her heart was torn from her and now lies within the green grass, along with the corpse. Her mother left with her sister already; the funeral was held the day before and now they were just heading back to move some of his things into boxes. Ruby decided to stay for a while longer. At last, tears began to spill down her cheeks.
She knelt in front of the tomb, gripping her stomach. The pain was too much, it consumed her slowly. Her sobs were silent at first, but then she was really crying. Hard.
After some more minutes the tears finally stopped and she stood. She muttered some sweet words to her father before walking back to her car. She sat, both hands on the wheel, staring into the void. She still couldn't quite comprehend it. Her father was dead. Long gone and away from this world... from her. She didn't want to believe it.
But she had to.
When she arrived back home she felt empty, like her insides just vanished. She felt cold as her apartment, dark with no life. She sighed before she headed towards her bathroom. The girl on the mirror looked like her old self; tired, depressed and so lost. She didn't want to be that girl ever again. But it was hard.
She thought it was best to take a shower and rest for a while.
Forty-five minutes later, she awoke with a gasp. After her shower she didn't quite feel refreshed. She didn't even get to sleep for an hour at least. She wasn't having nightmares, but something kept waking her up. She stood and grabbed the keys before she headed out.
The next day, he went to the Cafe, sat in his usual seat, but she was nowhere to be seen. He asked Callum, the boy always seemed to know everything about everyone. And he was right; he told him that Ruby took this day and next week off, but he didn't know why though. On Saturday, he went to the bar and she wasn't there, neither were her band mates. He got a sick feeling in his stomach, maybe something happened. When he spotted Pattie he hurried over to the bartender and asked her.
He was baffled. Her father died and she needed him. Where was he? He was messing around with that damn blonde. He really felt awful. He needed to find her and be there for her like the good friend he is, but no one seemed to know where this funeral was at. With a sullen feeling inside, he left.
A few days passed when it finally clicked. It was as if he was hit in the head with a Bludger. Of course she'd be there... on the bridge. He changed clothes as quickly as he could. Glancing one last time into the mirror, he fixed his hair and wrinkly shirt. He apparated near the park and proceeded to walk towards the bridge. He could almost make out a figure in the dark, sitting on top of the thick railing. As he got nearer, he could hear the quiet sounds of muffled sobs. He knew it was her and he knew she was crying.
When he finally reached her, her head snapped up. She sniffed and jumped off the edge and crashed into him. He responded quickly and returned the gesture. He held her as tight as he could. He felt her shake uncontrollably, sobs were heard loudly and he could feel his shirt dampening. But he ignored it. All that mattered was her and she was with him now. Safe.
She was the one to pull away from him. Still, he didn't let go of her. She just kept looking down, never fixing her eyes directly to his. Tears were still falling from them, one at a time. Dragging his hands from her arms up to cup her face, he wiped the tears with his thumbs. She never said a word, but she didn't need to. He knew what happened, and she knew that.
"I'm guessing Pattie told you," she spoke. Her voice was very low and hoarse.
"She did," he kept wiping the tears away. They didn't seem to stop. "Shh... It'll be alright," he tried to calm her, she was still shaking. She nodded, but more tears spilled from her eyes, so she closed them.
"Thank you," she whispered. He stood there for a few seconds in silence. She was thanking him and he did not know what to say.
"You don't have to," he said. "I should have been here earlier," he felt ashamed. She needed him and he was getting laid with a heartless woman.
"But you are here now... That's all that matters," she said as her eyes opened again, slowly, and looking back at him.
Her eyes didn't shine anymore. It was dark outside, but he could still see the dark circles under her eyes. It pained him to see her this way. It was the same look they all had when one of his family members were hurt badly. He'd been there. He knew how it feels to lose someone. So many loved ones were lost at the battle of Hogwarts. He could feel it, death's last breath. With a shuddering breath he turned back to her eyes. By now they were looking at the ground. He rubbed her arms gently, comforting and soothing her pain.
She gestured for them to sit on the grass. They both laid down and gazed at the sky. There weren't many stars like those other times, but there was one. Only one.
Her strained voice broke the silence.
"Do you think he's up there?"
"I honestly don't know..." he looked back at her. She was still looking up.
They were like this for an hour, in complete comfortable silence. All the time she kept her gaze firmly on the star, while he kept looking at her. She looked so fragile and so afraid. He was so lost gazing at her that he completely missed what she told him.
"What?"
She chuckled breathlessly. "Do you want to come over?"
"To your flat?"
"No, to see the Queen," he arched an eyebrow. "Of course my place, you silly. Where is your head?"
They both stood and walked to her car. The ride back to her apartment wasn't that long. He tried memorizing the streets and house numbers, just in case if he decided to visit her. Who was he lying to, of course he'd come to visit her whenever he can. That is, if she allows it...
The inside of the flat wasn't too big, but wasn't too small either. Kind of like his place, but more practical to the Muggle eye. She offered him, which he accepted, and both of them sat there in front of the fire. She was lost in thought that she didn't see him scoot closer to her. He removed the blanked that was given to him. He set it gently on the cold floor. Suddenly he was feeling a little too hot under it. Perhaps it was the fire, or perhaps it was the way she looked. The dance of the fire casting shadows in her face, hair tousled and the way her top clung to her well endowed bosom.
She noticed his movements and joined him. They both spread their warm blankets on the floor in front of the fire. She got up and went for the whole bottle of wine and another lighter blanket. The continued drinking and conversing lowly. There wasn't much to be said, they rather stayed in comforting silence. He glanced at his wristwatch and noticed how late it was.
"It's 2 AM," he said as he was just about to get up, but she placed her hand on his, stopping his movements.
"Please stay," she looked pleadingly at him. The way her voice sounded made him shiver. It both aroused and worried him. She didn't want to be left alone and he obviously didn't want to leave her. He nodded at last and scooter closer to her. She wrapped them both in the blanket and sat there flushed against each other.
His eyes averted back to her as he felt her turn to him. She was looking intently at him, almost piercing. He swallowed hard at the tightening in his lower half. Her gaze fell to his lips before returning once more to his own. He knew that look, that glint in her dark orbs. He was quite lustful himself, it was just the fact that she was so vulnerable, she wasn't thinking right. He didn't want to take advantage of her, not in this state. As soon as she started to lean into him, he stopped her.
"I - I don't think that's a good idea..." he forced the feeling down. She looked baffled at first, but then she looked away.
"Oh," was all she said. A few seconds passed as he began feeling uncomfortable and regrettably noticed his own mistake.
"No, I didn't mean to turn you down," he said, turning her face with his finger under her chin. "I just don't think it's right to do it like this - right now."
"Why?"
"You're vulnerable. You'll regret it in the morning."
"I need you," she muttered. She knew she sounded so weak, but she meant it. She needed him now. He was about to protest, but she continued, "please..."
Hearing her plea, he couldn't help but to coincide. He leaned down and crashed his lips to hers. He could taste the sweet wine from her soft lips as her arms sneaked around his neck. He nipped at her lower lip, desperate to deepen the kiss, to relive that moment on the Ferris Wheel. She opened her mouth and granted him entrance, lapping their tongues and moaning softly.
He pushed her down onto the blankets, never breaking the kiss. As soon as her back hit the soft material she spread her legs so he could place himself fully on top of her. He was gentle enough not to press his entire weight on top of her. Her hands were massaging his scalp, pulling at the red locks with force. He moaned softly when she ran her fingernails through his hair. The motion only arousing him more. He broke the kiss and trailed a path of wet kisses from her jaw to her ear. The way her back arched into him almost made him lose it.
Her hands dropped to his back, scratching softly and gripping the hem of his shirt. She pulled it upwards and he sat up so he could remove it completely. The way she bit her lip, the look she gave him - everything - was slowly driving him mad with desire. He continued his path down to her neck, sucking on the flesh and then kissing it afterwards. The moans and sighs she would make made him continue. He reached her collarbone and kissed it tenderly. One of his calloused hands sneaked under her top. Her skin shivered with goosebumps under his touch. When his hand reached one of her breasts, he squeezed it. She arched a bit and that's when she decided to remove her own shirt as well.
He helped her removing it and went to unclasp her bra. When he removed it, her bosom was at full view for him. She looked perfect. He squeezed them both before lowering himself on one, taking it in his mouth while pinching the other one. Instantly her body shivered and she groaned out in pleasure. He licked, sucked, and kissed each one, repeating every time he switched. When he pulled away he saw her body shining in a thin layer of sweat. Her breasts swelling from his administrations and her face flushed with desire.
He started kissing a path down her navel and unbuttoned her pants. He pulled them down and glanced up at her. She gave him an approving nod, so he removed the last of her garments. His breath almost caught in his throat when he took her in completely. She truly was beautiful. She had no idea the kind of sensations he was feeling at the moment. Something ignited in the pit of his stomach. He hadn't felt that since he was at Hogwarts.
She inhaled sharply when he lowered himself in her parted legs. He gripped one thigh while his other hand spread them more. At the moment his tongue came in contact with her wet core, she cried out. He continued giving it long licks before sucking on her swelling clit. By now she was moaning shamelessly and writhing against his hot mouth. The hand that was holding her thigh sneaked all the way up and inserted one slender finger inside her. Her hips bucked and she pulled his hair once. He inserted another and started pumping. She started rolling her hips along with the motion of his hand, moaning his name softly. A few more pumps and she came with a groan. He kept sucking until she was done riding it out.
He sat up and started unbuttoning his trousers. She was taking deep breaths and still open for him. He positioned himself over her again, between her legs, and placed wet kisses on her face. He placed his forehead against hers as his hand positioned the weeping head of his erection in her entrance. She kissed him passionately, but soon pulled away when he slammed into her.
"Ah!" she cried out. He was flushed against her, banging her slowly, but then picking up his pace. "Oh, Fred..."
Her loud moans only made him harder - if possible - and thrust deeper into her, grounding her. He started kissing her jaw and moved to her ear, nibbling on it. He couldn't believe he was in this situation with her. Never would he thought of relishing in her warmth, in her tightness that made him groan in pleasure every time he pushed. Her legs wrapped around his waist to give him a better angle, but she was still very tight around him.
"Yes - ah," she almost screamed. She was losing it and so was he. "Fred!"
"Yeah?" he moaned as she continued to call his name.
"I'm - I'm about to..." she closed her eyes and arched her back. She was so close.
"Go ahead, Bee - come for me," he grunted. One more thrust and he sent her to the climax. She cried out his name in ecstasy and milked him through, riding out her second orgasm.
With a few more thrusts, he came and bit her shoulder, grunting out her name. They both stayed there, none of them made a move. Only deep breathing could be heard now and the fire cracking still. She started massaging his hair and all the way down his back. He sighed and closed his eyes. They were both sweaty and sticky, but he didn't care. Right now, he only cared about her and what they have shared. He only hoped things would be better in the morning.
When he looked back at her, he noticed she had fallen asleep. Her face no longer looked tired, but satisfied. He felt smug about it, being the one to pleasure her. He felt satiated.
He finally decided to remove himself from her, no longer feeling her warmth when he pulled out of her. He laid down next to her and spooned her back, bringing the thin blanket and covered both of them. He heard her sigh in contempt. He kissed the back of her ear one last time before he succumbed to sleep.
