(pretend i know a thing or two about smoking)

[weirddreams]

Although some of the population had yet to return after Jack defeated Chuck, Sam had a few intrusive thoughts as to why Ruby hadn't shown up yet. His number one fear had been if Chuck had thrown her into a place none of them could reach to erase her existance completely. He told Dean he needed to make a run for groceries once they drove back to the bunker. In reality, he had needed a smoke. He placed the cigerette between his lips once far enough from sight and lit it up. For the last couple of months, he had relied on the nicotine to calm his fears. Another part to it was that he dared the addiction to distract him from his negative thoughts. It did the trick most of the time. With a deep inhale in, he held it for a moment before exhaling the smoke with the winter air.

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[weirddreams]

He meets her where her forehead rests against his and together they spend a moment catching their breath. His mind snaps back to reality, moves from her lips to the warmth he can feel radiating from her skin under the cloth. His thumb and index finger press against her skin to gain an accurate reading. "If I had to guess, it does come pretty close to it." His words are slow to steady the racing heart in his chest. "I can take a closer look if you remove your shirt. Just to be safe." He smirks to one side to let her know he's not afraid it's anything else.

[peaceonearth]

It's going to take her a little while to get used to this human body and the way it reacts. Right now it feels like her heart is trying to hammer out of her chest and tripping along way too fast. However, that moment to catch her breath, lets her focus on other things like the way her skin feels overheated in the best way where he touches her or the way her breath catches when his fingers press against her skin. Some of the feelings are familiar, but amplified somehow. Every touch, every breath, every kiss feels better and more. At his request, she grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head, tossing it across the room. Her torso is bare, her gaze watching him, her breathing a little too fast. Her eyes aren't black (yet) but they are glazed with desire. "Just to be safe," she echoes his words.

[weirddreams]

He returns his hand to where she had pressed it before with the layer was removed. He gives her a grin behind what should be considered a smile of reassurance. Their gazes lock. Desire and longing must be the same family of emotion because his mirrors hers. He counts the beats of her heart per second in his head as compared to his own and follows with nod after many moments. "I don't think we have to worry. If your heartbeat ... unnerves you-" he chooses the word carefully but almost slips by suggesting a word Ruby isn't a fan of: scared. "We can take it slow. Maybe...it wouldn't be a bad thing to go to the gym or a walk outside of town. Get your heart pumping more."

[peaceonearth]

She likes that mischievous little grin as well as the warmth and weight of his hand against her skin. Desire and longing are degrees of the same emotion. The silence between them only heightens the sexual tension between them. Her entire being aches to reach out and touch him; she doesn't break the silence as she reaches out, hands skimming along his ribs, slipping down to glide across his hipbones. She's focused enough on him and the way his skin feel beneath her fingertips that she doesn't notice the almost slip. "If I recall correctly, we're not very good at slow," she responds in a breathy voice. "I think I'll deal with my heart. Right now, I need you much closer." She dips her head, crushing her mouth against his and simultaneously pressing her body hard against his so that she can feel every inch of him between what's left of their clothes.