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[weirddreams]

Sam planned everything. Asking Dean had only been the first step before he would propose to Ruby; the other steps he took included talking to John and Mary how they would feel if he proposed to her (a demon) as well as ring shopping. He also entrusted Dean to hide the ring while he formulated a plan. The plan came into fruition when asked Ruby if she would like to get away for the weekend on a romantic hike as far as they can go into the woods where they would spent most their time camping. Everyone else got the heads up they'd be gone. He and Ruby started out in the morning with their gear but sometime around noon, between the glances and the less than subtle touches and conversation points, he slowed to a stop when they came to the large clearing his brother described. The sun glimmered off the water; the stream itself gave life to the wild flowers and grasses that swayed in the wind before their very sight.

"What do you think? This is a good of a spot as any to set up camp." They should actually be able to enjoy some daylight and time together, right. Not expecting any complaints either, Sam slides his gear off his back to shrug it off on the ground.

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[peaceonearth]

That's something she'll be happy to stick around for.

It'll be a surprise worth waiting for and one that Ruby has no idea is coming.

It wouldn't be the worst way to spend a night. Maybe they'll spend part of the night like that looking up at the stars before Sam gets cold and they duck into the tent to warm up. "Want and need are two very different things, Samuel," she tells him with a soft lilt to her voice. A grin quirks the corners of her lips. "In that case, I'll accept being short."

Even though he holds her hands firmly, she glides her fingertips along his palms and along his wrists. She might be trying to wind him up as well.

[weirddreams]

It wouldn't be the worst way to live out his life either.

Maybe and most likely to spend part of the night looking up at the stars are two different possibilities. Chances are they will and Sam won't get cold for a long while because of how quick his heartbeat is when her head rests on him. "Not to point out the obvious, Ruby, but we have a little time," he chuckles though doesn't necessarily argue with her. She's the boss today and if she wants to start on the tent, he tentatively picks up the bag they need to start. "Always be proud to be short."

His hold on her hands was firm, but they loosen to let her do as she'd like. Her fingertips leave behind a tingly trail and sensation in their wake, shifting his attention to watch her do this. Whatever she's doing, he smiles, for the both of them, really, because because. "You're sending mixed messages." His breath hitches.

He loves being able to see Ruby's softer side when they're alone.

[peaceonearth]

As long as their life is spent together, she'll be happy.

Ruby likes the idea of most likely and it's a bonus that she can keep his heart beating fast enough to keep him warm. She hums a little at his point then goes back up on her tiptoes to press a kiss against his mouth. After all, he did point out they have time. "You just like that I have to climb you like a tree," she teases him with a purr in her voice.

"Samuel, Puppy...I am a mixed message," she flirts with him, raising his wrist to hr lips. She hears that hitch in his voice and the tent is completely slipped her mind. The stars and the clearing is more romantic anyway.

[weirddreams]

With her by his side for the rest of his natural life, it would be fair to claim that he will always be warm without the aid of a blanket. He is turned on easily when she shifts the conversation to more intimacy and presses his lips heatedly right back on to hers. His hands help with that so climbing is necessary. "That might be part of it, but you do it so well," he admits because her teasing is like a truth serum.

Clearly she wants to be in charge tonight and, with a small thought, he lands on being fine with that. "So what do you suggest we do next to clear up the mixed messages?" Her flirting causes his pupils to dilate with a captivated glint in his eye.

[peaceonearth]

She'd be very disappointed if he weren't turned on. Oh yes, he's very good at picking her up and helping her wrap her legs around his waist.

For the moment, yes. Though she won't mind him taking charge either later on. Her lips curl into a devilish smile. "Hmmm," she pretends to ponder that a moment. "Why don't you get our sleeping bag out and lay it out. I'll see what I can do about making my intentions more clear," she tells him as she takes a step back and toe-heels her boots off before she starts slipping out of her jacket. Yeah, he's getting a mini strip tease without the music.

[weirddreams]

Truthfully, there's not many things she does that doesn't turn him on. This is the right time and place for it anyway. She's certainly given him enough practice to be able to multitask to accommodate picking her up and her other whims (i.e. making out).

Most of the time he likes it when she stays in charge. He likes it when she's bossy and forward and not diverting too much from her own desire. It really speaks to his own desires. His left eyebrow quirks up; he has a sneaking suspicion of her words being all a pretense. "Sure. I can see about finding the best spot to--" He can't even finish that sentence. His attention is all hers.

[peaceonearth]

Well, the same is true of him which should be obvious by the way neither of them can keep their hands to themselves. Practice does make perfect and then practice has to be maintained. Use or lose it; she's just making sure he keeps it.

Bossy, forward and self-serving when it comes to her own desires is three of the things that Ruby does best. Well, it will be more comfortable for the both of them if he gets the double sleeping bag down. Her jacket is forgotten on the ground as she starts fingering the top button of her shirt before undoing it and gliding her fingers down her skin to the next button. On the other hand, the grass will be just fine.

[weirddreams]

If one thing is for sure, Sam won't let practice go to waste. Clearly she is very generous to keep him in tip top shape.

Self-serving isn't particularly a trait he finds unflattering on her at this moment. On the contrary, it rubs off on him in the most unexpected predictable way. He can't turn his eyes off her to move for the sleeping bag tightly packed into his backpack, but he can remember how not to just stand there. Eventually, both of his hands rest on her shoulders before they slide the sleeves of her shirt down her arms then back up across her bare skin.

He spends a moment just to appreciate her before shrugging off his sweat jacket. Maybe the sleeping bag will find its own way to them during the occasion, but it's not very likely.

[peaceonearth]

She's a giver. Just call her Coach.

When her self-serving and his desire meet, it's a good thing. She notices that he is not getting the sleeping bag out, but she can't bring herself to care when he looks at her like he wants to devour her slowly and in the best ways. Her entire body tingles and fizzes when his hands slide across her bare skin and it takes a great show of willpower to not only continue this slow seduction they've got going on but remember how to flirt. When she speaks, her voice quivers a little. "Mr. Winchester, I believe you're violating the no-touching policy." Though she certainly isn't discouraging his touch.

The grass isn't going to hurt them. She pauses a moment, watching him before her hands go to the button her jeans. She unbuttons and unzips them then starts to push her jeans over her hipbones.