He's a fast learner and she's a good teacher. He also really wants to hear her say 'I love you, too' that anything she does say in lieu of them will always translate. He could do better than triple passcode a file for her. The only way her words and emotions would be used "against her" when it's just the two of them, here and now, is how he would emote and tell her how he feels. Understandably, that might be scary. His heart feels like it wants to shoot for the moon. He head tells him maybe he should propose to her to show her how serious he is.
His heart tends to beat faster around her, that's just a fact. Sweaty palms. Dry lips. He can handle it, yes, of course. Well, he's learning to at least. He is absolutely head over heels over the fact she can make something mean sound like a compliment in the end. "Thank you?" he isn't quite sure that's right since she's teasing him. "But I think I'd rather not be Little Red Riding Hood in this scenario, maybe somebody more like John Smith." The romanticized Disney version, of course, as the real life John Smith was a racist slaver.
She's not worried about him using her emotions against her. She doesn't think that he would ever. She spent decades guarding the shred of humanity she possesses against other demons, decades trying not to care because she knew it could be used against her. It's hard to dismiss the paranoia entirely. She'll get there eventually. Honestly, she wouldn't know what to do if he proposed now, but it wouldn't be a bad reaction or a bad thing for him to do.
She likes that his heart beats faster around her. It's all a reaction that she takes pride in causing in him. Well, they are compliments, but they're compliments because of the way she feels about him. She could say the same words to someone else and they'd be an insult. Though, she wouldn't use the same words. Nerd is a pet name reserved especially for him. She furrows her brow at him, confused at his reference. "You're going to have to tell me who that is. John Smith." They haven't watched Pocahantas.
There will never be a risk to him using her emotions against her. It just
is not in his core. The only worry she should have should be for other
demons because his anti-demon tattoo is either non-existent or in effect.
She's welcome to hold on to her paranoia for as long as she wants. Sam
won't fault her for being true to herself. In fact, how she will call him
'nerd' instead of saying 'I love you' is even more flirtatious in his eyes.
If he were to purpose to her now, he would have to get a ring first and
plan accordingly. He's seen it done this way in one too many movies.
Then all too often she must be prideful and his heart subject to beat
faster because of how beautiful her smug face is. He bows his head almost
apologetically when she asks him who John Smith is. "Well, he's a Disney
character based of a historical figure. In the movie, he falls in love with
a Native American girl despite her race and, uh, them calling her a
savage." He actually doesn't remember it all that well.
Demons, hunters, other witches, and other creatures are really the only concern she has. There's a part of her that knows her Sam ought to get his anti-possession tattoo fixed, but she also likes the trust the broken tattoo represents (and it's been fun to play with). At least there's very little expectation on her part, he's got that going for him.
Oh, Sammy. She didn't mean to do that to him. She reaches out to touch him under the chin to offset the way he bows his head. "I can see how you'd empathize with him," she tells him. "Did his friends eventually come around?"
They can worry about those creatures if and when they show up and they can talk about fixing his tattoo much, much later. Preferably when it won't need to represent his trust in her. No, but there's every expectation on his mind to make things romantic as possible.
Do what exactly to him? Make his heart beat faster? He's been doing that all this time around her. He lifts his head up with her hand under his chin, eyes between blue and green. "Um... I think they had to separate in the end because his friends were bad people," he swallows remembering to breathe. "I swear I don't want it to end that way."
And if she were aware marriage was even a possibility, she knows he would make the proposal romantic. It's a part of who he is.
No, she likes making his heart beat faster. She didn't mean to embarrass him by not knowing his reference, though it happens semi-regularly. She nods a little at his explanation. "Well, we've already decided that we're not letting that happen," she assures him. "I'm here for the long haul. Cross my heart."
Given that the rest of his family is here, it could be romantic and partially public.
Oh no, if he knew she didn't mean to do that to him, he'd tell her that he's happy to tell her a reference he makes (just as he is happy to learn about what she references when he has no idea). "I know, I know. I just want you to know I mean it," he tells her. "Cross my heart." He motions an X over his heart.
She's not sure how she feels about partially public. She knows it's a grand gesture and she appreciates all the little grand gestures Sam does for her. She'll have questions for him like 'are you sure' 'do you realize what you're giving up' and so on. That's not a talk she wants to have in front of people.
In that case, she won't shy away from asking him things any more than she shies away from asking older him questions. The corner of her mouth quirks up at his smile. "Just don't finish the last part," she warns him. "Okay. I think this caramel is ready." She takes it off the burner and dips a spoon into it then blows on the spoon to cool the caramel. "Taste?" she offers the spoon once she thinks it's cool enough to eat.
Oops. He's not the most well versed kid on the block in romance. At least
these are things he will be able to consider when he's older and come to
the conclusion that a private grand gesture is more for him. They can go
somewhere private if he does it now. All her concerns are his concerns.
Ask him anything! His eyes don't mean to glance down but he nods in
response to her simple ask to not cross that Pocahontas finish line. He
knows he would never do it again on purpose. "I don't want our story to end
that way," he admits. The smell of the caramel also signaled it was close
so nearly at the same time as her he eyes the stove. He obliges Ruby's
request by leaning in closer and tasting the caramel. His face lights up.
"It's the best I ever tasted." It's rich, it's smooth, and it's hot off the
stove.
Ruby is pretty sure that romance is different for everyone. She's not terribly well-versed either (unless you count all the trash romance novels she reads) but that's her opinion anyway.
Well she meant 'don't add the 'and hope to die' part to the 'cross my heart'. His life is already going to be extraordinarily short in comparison to hers. She doesn't want him to make it any shorter. However, she'd rather they not live out the Pocahontas ending either. His praise gets a big smile out of her and she licks the caramel off the spoon. "Mmm," she hums in agreement. "It's good. Let's get the apples on kabobs and dip them," she suggests.
At his age it's hard to think romance is different for everyone, but than
again he hopes she feels the same way about him as he feels her. Oh, Ruby
might have even shown him that she feels for him more by accepting his
apology.
Sorry, he's taking her words too literally again and should be able to take
a step back mentally in a moment. His life is short compared to her but he
would spend most of it with her at the end of the day. No one can get in
the way of that. Thump thump is the sound of his heart quickening so
loud that he can hear it drum in his ear as Ruby suggestively licks the
spoon. Bump bump. If he were holding the spoon, he'd drop it right
now. Rather he finds himself leaning in to kiss the little bit of caramel
on the corner of her mouth.
Oh, she does feel the same way. She is hopelessly, absolutely, head over heels in love with him at every age. He needn't worry about that. She hopes that he doesn't worry about it; her actions always speak louder than her words.
The wicked grin on her face might tell him that she has a good idea of what he's thinking and feeling. She lets him get the caramel off the corner of her mouth then turns into the kiss, deepening it. Her arms go around his neck and shoulders as she presses against him.
A star falling in the atmosphere would be less noticeable to him and not remotely as loud as her actions.
The grin on her face lets him know that it's okay to be doing what he is doing. The caramel is sweet or his imagination has other ideas about the trace of her lip gloss and how it tastes as the two of them deepen the kiss. He responds in kind with his arms around her waist, holding her closer.
He'll learn that it's always okay to kiss her. She's got fewer reservations about affection (public or otherwise) than he does. She breaks the kiss, but only so her lips can trail to his neck, teeth nipping lightly at the skin.
If this had happened before, he wouldn't have been too sure it was fine to continue his non subtle glances. It is, however, pretty clear that having reservations will only make him crazier because of the way she grins when she catches him. He isn't sure what she intends to do breaking the kiss, but completely thrown off by it, he tries to lean in to pick up the kiss before he remotely even clues in. Lifting his chin so his throat is accessible, he growls rather optimistically, all the while gliding his fingers down the back of her neck to signal his intention to be next.
At this rate, the caramel will be hardened again by the time they remember it is there.
Driving Sam crazy is kind of Ruby's specialty. She relishes it. Leaving hickies on Sam is also kind of Ruby's specialty, but he's learning. That growl is enough to drive her a little crazy as well. She lifts her head to press a kiss under his chin. "ooooh, Puppy," she purrs and dips her head, sweeping her hair to one side. Yeah, she got his memo.
They've got time. It's not like there's a caramel apple emergency.
His specialty is maybe that he is bolder for Ruby or maybe that's just more of her influence on him. He is honestly still learning what he's good at in their budding relationship. Breathing unsteadily, it takes a conscience effort for him not to squeeze the back of her neck with each kiss placed on his. Somehow she drives him more crazy inviting him in like that and blindly he nips before he kisses her throat in his haste.
Caramel apples? One thing for certain is that he's almost forgot about them completely.
Either way, she likes bold on him. He's good at being Sam, that's all he needs to be good at. Ruby wouldn't mind the squeezes; she's not breakable, but he'll figure that out on his own. That little nip and the kisses get a purr out of her. Without prompting, she levers herself up onto the counter, wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him in close.
Apples? Forgotten, but they might come up with a use for the caramel.
It's a small step in the right direction. Of course her boldness in pulling
him in surprises him for the better. He nearly stumbles over his own two
feet but manages to stabilizes himself by grasping at ether side of her
waist. Being wrapped up in her (quite literally) is the best thing that's
ever happened to him.
Unless the caramel was on her lips, there is nothing right now that would
make it useful. Her purr encourages a second hickey but he soon returns to
kiss her proper.
The way he stumbles gets one of those satisfied, cat-ate-the-canary, smiles out of her. She likes having that effect on him, but it's also so very Sam of him it makes her heart ache a little she loves him so very much. As soon as he's close enough, her hands are tangled in hair, encouraging him.
She's got so much to teach him. He's getting the kissing down though.
The rate they're going, the more likely the effect she has on him will
become a permanent memory attached to his soul. He mimes her actions and
presses her closer into him than before.
Suffice to say, he will follow her wherever she wishes to go. They find
themselves by the pool after the night took a few exciting twists and turns
and he finally got around to checking in like he promised to Dean. They
were still up to trouble, but that trouble was in swimwear. Ruby leads him
by his hand into the water, but he pulls her under with him once the water
is deep enough to fall in. He laughs and shakes the water out of his hair
when they both back to the surface.
She'd like to become a permanent memory attached to his soul. It's probably not healthy or exactly normal, but she's wouldn't have their relationship any other way.
They'd had a great deal of making up to do. When Sam suggests they go swimming, Ruby is only too happy to put on the teeny tiny bikini that she'd worn so long ago to drive Sam crazy the first time they'd let her out of the bunker for the beach party. They're definitely up to trouble in swimwear. She squeals a little when he pulls her under, instinctively wrapping her arms and legs around him. Once they surface, she loosens her hold on him, laughing as she does. "Are you sure you can play this game, Puppy?" she teases him, snaking a leg out to wrap around his and pulling with it as she pushes on his shoulders to send him under again.
No, none of this is healthy. Of course it would not occur to him that this
is any more extraordinary than anyone else he's ever laid eyes on.
Considering what they are, Sam strips down to his boxers rather than figure
out where to find some proper swim trunks. Her tiny bikini may as well be
underwear-- because when they resurface, his mouth hangs open and he
swallows. "Wow. I- I, uh." No. He's not ready to play. There's a clear
disadvantage when she looks like she might as well be naked. He stumbles
back into the water with her leg pulling his forward with a surprised
expression as he sinks under the ripple.
This is so much more extraordinary than anything Ruby has even heard of in her very long life.
Ruby could direct him to the proper place, but the swim trunks probably wouldn't fit and his boxer shorts are just as good. She gets so much satisfaction out of the look on his face and that stumble over his words. He may not be ready to play, but he's already deeply involved in this game. Ruby doesn't play fair; she's never claimed to. She laughs when he goes under then reaches after him, pulling him back to the surface and wrapping her arms around him."Don't worry, Puppy. I'll keep you safe," she promises with a kiss.
There is no chance in hell he would fit into the swim trunks back in their
room. He swings his head to shake off the water from his hair when she
pulls him up then gives her a lopsided smile. The promise of safety from
her lips is met with pause and some contemplation before he nods. "I trust
you." He presses his lips to hers immediately after, moving his hand into
her hair. Somehow he can still smell the faint perfume of lavender and
sulphur.
Cloudy would not be an apt description of what he recalls but rather it's
all vivid like he himself lived it not even twelve hours ago when he comes
to slowly. Ruby is next to him as to be expected but he smooths his hand
over her hip bone just to be sure. She's definitely real, not a dream. He
had to be sure. His fingers move up to the tips of her hair and to the side
of her cheek to brush her skin lightly. "Beautiful Morning." The words
could be in the wrong order at the same time he has a feeling she is only
lighting dozing.
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Date: 2020-05-07 05:47 am (UTC)His heart tends to beat faster around her, that's just a fact. Sweaty palms. Dry lips. He can handle it, yes, of course. Well, he's learning to at least. He is absolutely head over heels over the fact she can make something mean sound like a compliment in the end. "Thank you?" he isn't quite sure that's right since she's teasing him. "But I think I'd rather not be Little Red Riding Hood in this scenario, maybe somebody more like John Smith." The romanticized Disney version, of course, as the real life John Smith was a racist slaver.
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Date: 2020-05-08 02:56 am (UTC)She likes that his heart beats faster around her. It's all a reaction that she takes pride in causing in him. Well, they are compliments, but they're compliments because of the way she feels about him. She could say the same words to someone else and they'd be an insult. Though, she wouldn't use the same words. Nerd is a pet name reserved especially for him. She furrows her brow at him, confused at his reference. "You're going to have to tell me who that is. John Smith." They haven't watched Pocahantas.
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Date: 2020-05-13 01:49 am (UTC)There will never be a risk to him using her emotions against her. It just is not in his core. The only worry she should have should be for other demons because his anti-demon tattoo is either non-existent or in effect. She's welcome to hold on to her paranoia for as long as she wants. Sam won't fault her for being true to herself. In fact, how she will call him 'nerd' instead of saying 'I love you' is even more flirtatious in his eyes. If he were to purpose to her now, he would have to get a ring first and plan accordingly. He's seen it done this way in one too many movies.
Then all too often she must be prideful and his heart subject to beat faster because of how beautiful her smug face is. He bows his head almost apologetically when she asks him who John Smith is. "Well, he's a Disney character based of a historical figure. In the movie, he falls in love with a Native American girl despite her race and, uh, them calling her a savage." He actually doesn't remember it all that well.
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Date: 2020-05-14 01:19 am (UTC)Oh, Sammy. She didn't mean to do that to him. She reaches out to touch him under the chin to offset the way he bows his head. "I can see how you'd empathize with him," she tells him. "Did his friends eventually come around?"
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Date: 2020-05-14 03:27 am (UTC)Do what exactly to him? Make his heart beat faster? He's been doing that all this time around her. He lifts his head up with her hand under his chin, eyes between blue and green. "Um... I think they had to separate in the end because his friends were bad people," he swallows remembering to breathe. "I swear I don't want it to end that way."
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Date: 2020-05-15 01:40 am (UTC)No, she likes making his heart beat faster. She didn't mean to embarrass him by not knowing his reference, though it happens semi-regularly. She nods a little at his explanation. "Well, we've already decided that we're not letting that happen," she assures him. "I'm here for the long haul. Cross my heart."
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Date: 2020-05-15 03:07 am (UTC)Oh no, if he knew she didn't mean to do that to him, he'd tell her that he's happy to tell her a reference he makes (just as he is happy to learn about what she references when he has no idea). "I know, I know. I just want you to know I mean it," he tells her. "Cross my heart." He motions an X over his heart.
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Date: 2020-05-16 04:51 am (UTC)In that case, she won't shy away from asking him things any more than she shies away from asking older him questions. The corner of her mouth quirks up at his smile. "Just don't finish the last part," she warns him. "Okay. I think this caramel is ready." She takes it off the burner and dips a spoon into it then blows on the spoon to cool the caramel. "Taste?" she offers the spoon once she thinks it's cool enough to eat.
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Date: 2020-05-19 02:36 am (UTC)Oops. He's not the most well versed kid on the block in romance. At least these are things he will be able to consider when he's older and come to the conclusion that a private grand gesture is more for him. They can go somewhere private if he does it now. All her concerns are his concerns.
Ask him anything! His eyes don't mean to glance down but he nods in response to her simple ask to not cross that Pocahontas finish line. He knows he would never do it again on purpose. "I don't want our story to end that way," he admits. The smell of the caramel also signaled it was close so nearly at the same time as her he eyes the stove. He obliges Ruby's request by leaning in closer and tasting the caramel. His face lights up. "It's the best I ever tasted." It's rich, it's smooth, and it's hot off the stove.
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Date: 2020-05-20 12:45 am (UTC)Well she meant 'don't add the 'and hope to die' part to the 'cross my heart'. His life is already going to be extraordinarily short in comparison to hers. She doesn't want him to make it any shorter. However, she'd rather they not live out the Pocahontas ending either. His praise gets a big smile out of her and she licks the caramel off the spoon. "Mmm," she hums in agreement. "It's good. Let's get the apples on kabobs and dip them," she suggests.
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Date: 2020-05-20 02:42 am (UTC)At his age it's hard to think romance is different for everyone, but than again he hopes she feels the same way about him as he feels her. Oh, Ruby might have even shown him that she feels for him more by accepting his apology.
Sorry, he's taking her words too literally again and should be able to take a step back mentally in a moment. His life is short compared to her but he would spend most of it with her at the end of the day. No one can get in the way of that. Thump thump is the sound of his heart quickening so loud that he can hear it drum in his ear as Ruby suggestively licks the spoon. Bump bump. If he were holding the spoon, he'd drop it right now. Rather he finds himself leaning in to kiss the little bit of caramel on the corner of her mouth.
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Date: 2020-05-27 12:34 am (UTC)The wicked grin on her face might tell him that she has a good idea of what he's thinking and feeling. She lets him get the caramel off the corner of her mouth then turns into the kiss, deepening it. Her arms go around his neck and shoulders as she presses against him.
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Date: 2020-05-27 02:49 am (UTC)The grin on her face lets him know that it's okay to be doing what he is doing. The caramel is sweet or his imagination has other ideas about the trace of her lip gloss and how it tastes as the two of them deepen the kiss. He responds in kind with his arms around her waist, holding her closer.
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Date: 2020-05-28 02:20 am (UTC)The caramel needs to cool anyway. Right?
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Date: 2020-05-28 03:28 am (UTC)At this rate, the caramel will be hardened again by the time they remember it is there.
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Date: 2020-05-29 02:02 am (UTC)They've got time. It's not like there's a caramel apple emergency.
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Date: 2020-05-29 03:20 am (UTC)Caramel apples? One thing for certain is that he's almost forgot about them completely.
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Date: 2020-06-01 10:35 pm (UTC)Apples? Forgotten, but they might come up with a use for the caramel.
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Date: 2020-06-04 01:34 am (UTC)It's a small step in the right direction. Of course her boldness in pulling him in surprises him for the better. He nearly stumbles over his own two feet but manages to stabilizes himself by grasping at ether side of her waist. Being wrapped up in her (quite literally) is the best thing that's ever happened to him.
Unless the caramel was on her lips, there is nothing right now that would make it useful. Her purr encourages a second hickey but he soon returns to kiss her proper.
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Date: 2020-06-05 02:24 am (UTC)She's got so much to teach him. He's getting the kissing down though.
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Date: 2020-07-02 03:30 am (UTC)The rate they're going, the more likely the effect she has on him will become a permanent memory attached to his soul. He mimes her actions and presses her closer into him than before.
Suffice to say, he will follow her wherever she wishes to go. They find themselves by the pool after the night took a few exciting twists and turns and he finally got around to checking in like he promised to Dean. They were still up to trouble, but that trouble was in swimwear. Ruby leads him by his hand into the water, but he pulls her under with him once the water is deep enough to fall in. He laughs and shakes the water out of his hair when they both back to the surface.
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Date: 2020-07-03 02:07 am (UTC)They'd had a great deal of making up to do. When Sam suggests they go swimming, Ruby is only too happy to put on the teeny tiny bikini that she'd worn so long ago to drive Sam crazy the first time they'd let her out of the bunker for the beach party. They're definitely up to trouble in swimwear. She squeals a little when he pulls her under, instinctively wrapping her arms and legs around him. Once they surface, she loosens her hold on him, laughing as she does. "Are you sure you can play this game, Puppy?" she teases him, snaking a leg out to wrap around his and pulling with it as she pushes on his shoulders to send him under again.
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Date: 2020-07-17 03:58 am (UTC)No, none of this is healthy. Of course it would not occur to him that this is any more extraordinary than anyone else he's ever laid eyes on.
Considering what they are, Sam strips down to his boxers rather than figure out where to find some proper swim trunks. Her tiny bikini may as well be underwear-- because when they resurface, his mouth hangs open and he swallows. "Wow. I- I, uh." No. He's not ready to play. There's a clear disadvantage when she looks like she might as well be naked. He stumbles back into the water with her leg pulling his forward with a surprised expression as he sinks under the ripple.
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Date: 2020-07-18 02:15 am (UTC)Ruby could direct him to the proper place, but the swim trunks probably wouldn't fit and his boxer shorts are just as good. She gets so much satisfaction out of the look on his face and that stumble over his words. He may not be ready to play, but he's already deeply involved in this game. Ruby doesn't play fair; she's never claimed to. She laughs when he goes under then reaches after him, pulling him back to the surface and wrapping her arms around him."Don't worry, Puppy. I'll keep you safe," she promises with a kiss.
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Date: 2020-07-20 04:26 am (UTC)There is no chance in hell he would fit into the swim trunks back in their room. He swings his head to shake off the water from his hair when she pulls him up then gives her a lopsided smile. The promise of safety from her lips is met with pause and some contemplation before he nods. "I trust you." He presses his lips to hers immediately after, moving his hand into her hair. Somehow he can still smell the faint perfume of lavender and sulphur.
Cloudy would not be an apt description of what he recalls but rather it's all vivid like he himself lived it not even twelve hours ago when he comes to slowly. Ruby is next to him as to be expected but he smooths his hand over her hip bone just to be sure. She's definitely real, not a dream. He had to be sure. His fingers move up to the tips of her hair and to the side of her cheek to brush her skin lightly. "Beautiful Morning." The words could be in the wrong order at the same time he has a feeling she is only lighting dozing.
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