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So, I asked (spoilers for 3:10 in link) if anyone was writing this. Apparently the answer was, ME.
Femslash. NC17. ~ 1300 words. Coda to 3:10. Spoilers for that episode.
The door blew open with a dramatic crash that Bela expected was supposed to make her cower in fear, but just made her want to laugh at the little girl posing in the doorway. She settled on, "What do you want," said with two parts boredom and one part contempt.
The contempt came back in spades, but Ruby—this couldn't be anyone else—looked anything but bored. "You think you're clever," she said. "But getting your tits out and conning the Winchesters isn't exactly going to put you in the history books." She stepped into the room and swept the door shut behind her.
"It's not history I'm concerned with…" Always up for a little competition, Bela paused for effect. "Ruby."
The little blonde bitch didn't look surprised or impressed that Bela knew who she was. "Funny thing to say, for someone who spends so much of her time stealing historical artifacts."
"Every woman has a right to make a living, no?"
"Every woman has a right to make an honest living. Not that you'd know honest if it bit you in the ass."
"Oh, but you're a paragon of virtue, I suppose? The demon with a soul? Give me a break. You're playing both sides against the middle. Don't preach at me." Bela stood, and was dismayed to discover that Ruby only gave the impression of being tiny. Were it not for Bela's shoes, they'd be close to the same height.
"Okay. No preaching. Give me the Colt."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because." Ruby dipped her chin and blinked, looking up with jet-black eyes.
"For god's sake." Bela laughed sharply. "I already said I know you're a demon, didn't I? The amateur dramatics really are rather tiresome."
"Give it to me."
Not that she'd ever admit it out loud, but there was a little something in Ruby's voice that time that made Bela consider, just for a moment mind, doing as Ruby said. She resisted. "Too late," she drawled instead. "Already sold it."
"No you didn't." And Ruby was on her, twisting her around by one wrist, pushing her down towards the table, tangling her other fist in Bela's hair. "Give it to me."
She was strong, Bela would give her that, but she acted like she didn't expect Bela to fight back, so she was also stupid. Reaching her free arm back and jerking sideways, Bela dodged the desk and pulled Ruby down by her hair. She managed to hook Ruby's legs with her own and twist her arm out of Ruby's grip as they fell. Ruby was on top, but Bela was on her back, not her face, and she still had a tangle of blonde between her fingers. She ignored the pain coming from her own scalp.
"Nice moves," Ruby said, "Though I expect someone like you spends a lot of time on her back."
"Are you calling me a slut?"
"Are you saying you're not?"
"Just wondering where you get your material." Bela was wriggling, trying to get out from underneath, but Ruby had got a freshly numbing grip on her upper arm, and it seemed she had no intention of letting go of Bela's hair. "Slut's a little last century as far as insults go."
"Did I hit a nerve?"
"No, actually, you didn't. Just thought I'd give you some tips. Drag you out of the stone ages. Or whenever it is you come from."
"Just give me the gun."
Bela got an elbow up, aiming for Ruby's throat, but hit her collarbone instead. It was a glancing blow, and Ruby took the opening to get her hand around Bela's neck.
"You bitch," Bela rasped, quickly wishing she hadn't wasted her breath, because there wasn't another to be had. She fought back in earnest then, gouging at Ruby's face with her nails and pulling harder at her hair. As her vision started to gray around the edges, she broke Ruby's hold and filled her lungs. It hurt like hell to breathe, but the oxygen was heavenly.
"Struggling for air like that looks good on you."
Before Bela could make sense of what Ruby'd said, Ruby was biting Bela's lips and shoving her thighs apart with the hand that had been choking her. "What the hell do you think—" Bela started.
"Does coming close to death always make you so wet?" Ruby did nothing to hide her feral grin as she pushed under Bela's skirt and slid the sopping silk of Bela's panties over her clit.
"Fuck you," Bela hissed.
"Nice comeback, but I think you've got it backwards."
Bela planned to push that rude and probing hand away, but dragged Ruby's lips down to hers instead, growling as she shoved her tongue into Ruby's mouth. Her underwear, despite having cost seventy-five euros a pair (or more likely because of it), stood up not at all to Ruby's tearing fingers. Thrusting, curling, filling, fucking fingers.
Sneaky, yes, but Ruby, thank Christ, clearly didn't believe in teasing. She rode Bela's clit with her thumb, rocking back against Bela's helplessly bucking hips. "More," Bela demanded. "You're not afraid to get your hands dirty, are you?"
Ruby went from what felt like two fingers to all four at once, twisting when she got to her knuckles until they were stretching Bela open. "That enough?" she said, still circling her thumb on Bela's clit. "Too much?"
"Just fuck me." Bela tugged at Ruby's hair again, twisting her head so she could bite the skin under Ruby's ear.
Clearly Ruby had done this before; she curled her fingers just right so she was working what felt like every nerve in Bela's body between them and her thumb. The possibility of coming suddenly seemed impossible, not because Bela couldn't get there, but because she'd moved so far past it she wasn't sure how to get back. Shaking, thrashing, moaning, begging and she didn't even care, this felt like dying and she never wanted it to end.
"So easy," Ruby said, and stopped. Took her thumb away, stopped moving, just stayed perfectly still, stretching Bela's cunt impossibly wide.
"Fuck me, you evil cow. Now!" Bela was desperate. Beyond.
"Tell me where the gun is."
No way was Bela falling for that, until Ruby twisted her hand, just enough to hurt, the most exquisite pain. "Box," Bela gasped. "Under the bed."
Ruby leaned down until she could see, and when she had her confirmation that there was a box under there, she started moving again. "If that's not the gun, you're not going to like my alternative methods of persuasion."
"It's the gun. I swear. Just let me—" It was every dreadful cliché Bela had ever heard. Riding an enormous wave, standing at the edge of a precipice, and it just kept getting bigger and bigger without any sign she was going to tip over the edge.
"Need some help?" Ruby closed her free hand around Bela's throat and squeezed.
Oh, holy fuck. And that was it. Bela's head rocked back and she tried to gasp for air that wouldn't come. The leg not pinned by Ruby's thighs jerked sideways. It felt like her cunt swallowed Ruby's hand whole. She screamed inside her head and then the universe collapsed.
When Bela opened her eyes Ruby was gone. The Colt was gone. Her underwear were gone. Which, that? Was just weird. Her throat felt like she'd swallowed a cactus and it felt like she'd been fucked by a traffic cone, but nothing a whiskey and a hot bath wouldn't cure. The Colt was more of a problem. She really was going to have to stop lining up buyers first when the Winchesters were involved.
Femslash. NC17. ~ 1300 words. Coda to 3:10. Spoilers for that episode.
The door blew open with a dramatic crash that Bela expected was supposed to make her cower in fear, but just made her want to laugh at the little girl posing in the doorway. She settled on, "What do you want," said with two parts boredom and one part contempt.
The contempt came back in spades, but Ruby—this couldn't be anyone else—looked anything but bored. "You think you're clever," she said. "But getting your tits out and conning the Winchesters isn't exactly going to put you in the history books." She stepped into the room and swept the door shut behind her.
"It's not history I'm concerned with…" Always up for a little competition, Bela paused for effect. "Ruby."
The little blonde bitch didn't look surprised or impressed that Bela knew who she was. "Funny thing to say, for someone who spends so much of her time stealing historical artifacts."
"Every woman has a right to make a living, no?"
"Every woman has a right to make an honest living. Not that you'd know honest if it bit you in the ass."
"Oh, but you're a paragon of virtue, I suppose? The demon with a soul? Give me a break. You're playing both sides against the middle. Don't preach at me." Bela stood, and was dismayed to discover that Ruby only gave the impression of being tiny. Were it not for Bela's shoes, they'd be close to the same height.
"Okay. No preaching. Give me the Colt."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because." Ruby dipped her chin and blinked, looking up with jet-black eyes.
"For god's sake." Bela laughed sharply. "I already said I know you're a demon, didn't I? The amateur dramatics really are rather tiresome."
"Give it to me."
Not that she'd ever admit it out loud, but there was a little something in Ruby's voice that time that made Bela consider, just for a moment mind, doing as Ruby said. She resisted. "Too late," she drawled instead. "Already sold it."
"No you didn't." And Ruby was on her, twisting her around by one wrist, pushing her down towards the table, tangling her other fist in Bela's hair. "Give it to me."
She was strong, Bela would give her that, but she acted like she didn't expect Bela to fight back, so she was also stupid. Reaching her free arm back and jerking sideways, Bela dodged the desk and pulled Ruby down by her hair. She managed to hook Ruby's legs with her own and twist her arm out of Ruby's grip as they fell. Ruby was on top, but Bela was on her back, not her face, and she still had a tangle of blonde between her fingers. She ignored the pain coming from her own scalp.
"Nice moves," Ruby said, "Though I expect someone like you spends a lot of time on her back."
"Are you calling me a slut?"
"Are you saying you're not?"
"Just wondering where you get your material." Bela was wriggling, trying to get out from underneath, but Ruby had got a freshly numbing grip on her upper arm, and it seemed she had no intention of letting go of Bela's hair. "Slut's a little last century as far as insults go."
"Did I hit a nerve?"
"No, actually, you didn't. Just thought I'd give you some tips. Drag you out of the stone ages. Or whenever it is you come from."
"Just give me the gun."
Bela got an elbow up, aiming for Ruby's throat, but hit her collarbone instead. It was a glancing blow, and Ruby took the opening to get her hand around Bela's neck.
"You bitch," Bela rasped, quickly wishing she hadn't wasted her breath, because there wasn't another to be had. She fought back in earnest then, gouging at Ruby's face with her nails and pulling harder at her hair. As her vision started to gray around the edges, she broke Ruby's hold and filled her lungs. It hurt like hell to breathe, but the oxygen was heavenly.
"Struggling for air like that looks good on you."
Before Bela could make sense of what Ruby'd said, Ruby was biting Bela's lips and shoving her thighs apart with the hand that had been choking her. "What the hell do you think—" Bela started.
"Does coming close to death always make you so wet?" Ruby did nothing to hide her feral grin as she pushed under Bela's skirt and slid the sopping silk of Bela's panties over her clit.
"Fuck you," Bela hissed.
"Nice comeback, but I think you've got it backwards."
Bela planned to push that rude and probing hand away, but dragged Ruby's lips down to hers instead, growling as she shoved her tongue into Ruby's mouth. Her underwear, despite having cost seventy-five euros a pair (or more likely because of it), stood up not at all to Ruby's tearing fingers. Thrusting, curling, filling, fucking fingers.
Sneaky, yes, but Ruby, thank Christ, clearly didn't believe in teasing. She rode Bela's clit with her thumb, rocking back against Bela's helplessly bucking hips. "More," Bela demanded. "You're not afraid to get your hands dirty, are you?"
Ruby went from what felt like two fingers to all four at once, twisting when she got to her knuckles until they were stretching Bela open. "That enough?" she said, still circling her thumb on Bela's clit. "Too much?"
"Just fuck me." Bela tugged at Ruby's hair again, twisting her head so she could bite the skin under Ruby's ear.
Clearly Ruby had done this before; she curled her fingers just right so she was working what felt like every nerve in Bela's body between them and her thumb. The possibility of coming suddenly seemed impossible, not because Bela couldn't get there, but because she'd moved so far past it she wasn't sure how to get back. Shaking, thrashing, moaning, begging and she didn't even care, this felt like dying and she never wanted it to end.
"So easy," Ruby said, and stopped. Took her thumb away, stopped moving, just stayed perfectly still, stretching Bela's cunt impossibly wide.
"Fuck me, you evil cow. Now!" Bela was desperate. Beyond.
"Tell me where the gun is."
No way was Bela falling for that, until Ruby twisted her hand, just enough to hurt, the most exquisite pain. "Box," Bela gasped. "Under the bed."
Ruby leaned down until she could see, and when she had her confirmation that there was a box under there, she started moving again. "If that's not the gun, you're not going to like my alternative methods of persuasion."
"It's the gun. I swear. Just let me—" It was every dreadful cliché Bela had ever heard. Riding an enormous wave, standing at the edge of a precipice, and it just kept getting bigger and bigger without any sign she was going to tip over the edge.
"Need some help?" Ruby closed her free hand around Bela's throat and squeezed.
Oh, holy fuck. And that was it. Bela's head rocked back and she tried to gasp for air that wouldn't come. The leg not pinned by Ruby's thighs jerked sideways. It felt like her cunt swallowed Ruby's hand whole. She screamed inside her head and then the universe collapsed.
When Bela opened her eyes Ruby was gone. The Colt was gone. Her underwear were gone. Which, that? Was just weird. Her throat felt like she'd swallowed a cactus and it felt like she'd been fucked by a traffic cone, but nothing a whiskey and a hot bath wouldn't cure. The Colt was more of a problem. She really was going to have to stop lining up buyers first when the Winchesters were involved.
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