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soon you’ll take me
Author: Regala Electra
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: Sam/Ruby, Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual Content, Language, Violence, Disturbing Imagery
Spoilers: S3, No Rest for the Wicked
Summary: Ruby kisses Sam like she’s trying to be Dean. She pulls back so Sam can see the lazy smile, the shine of saliva clinging to her bottom lip. “That all you fantasized about?” Ruby possesses Dean’s body and Sam tries not to fall apart.
Word Count: 4,189
Author's Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cathybites who suggested the idea of Ruby possessing Dean’s body and I simply had to write it. Many thanks to ignited for the initial beta and audiencing. memphis86 is also to blame for being a damn Ruby loving pinko and I love her to BITS for it. Title taken from The Killing Moon.
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( He doesn’t ask her for any of it—her ‘help’, she says pointedly, crossing arms over a broad chest, thumbs tucking into the crooks of elbows, leaning back as though waiting for him to strike at her—but he doesn’t stop her either. )
Author: Regala Electra
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: Sam/Ruby, Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual Content, Language, Violence, Disturbing Imagery
Spoilers: S3, No Rest for the Wicked
Summary: Ruby kisses Sam like she’s trying to be Dean. She pulls back so Sam can see the lazy smile, the shine of saliva clinging to her bottom lip. “That all you fantasized about?” Ruby possesses Dean’s body and Sam tries not to fall apart.
Word Count: 4,189
Author's Notes: Written for
cathybites who suggested the idea of Ruby possessing Dean’s body and I simply had to write it. Many thanks to ignited for the initial beta and audiencing. memphis86 is also to blame for being a damn Ruby loving pinko and I love her to BITS for it. Title taken from The Killing Moon.*
( He doesn’t ask her for any of it—her ‘help’, she says pointedly, crossing arms over a broad chest, thumbs tucking into the crooks of elbows, leaning back as though waiting for him to strike at her—but he doesn’t stop her either. )
