~XVII~ – Siren Call (And Not From an Actual Siren)

"I think you should sleep this off," I tell Ruby as I lug her into the motel room that she broke into. Even when drunk, she can still function fairly well.

"Demons don't sleep, feathers." She pokes me on the nose, a drunken smile on her face. "You should know that. Demon One-Oh-One." She lightly (tries to anyway) punch me on the arm. "Seriously, how are you not drunk off your ass?"

"I have a higher tolerance."

"Damn right you do." She pinches my face between her fingers.

"Can you not do that?" My face feels hot at her touch.

"Why?" I can see my reflection in her pupils. "Does it make you uncomfortable, Vera? Does it make you squirm?"

I can't find any words to say to her. I just stand there, like a mollified deer in headlights. I'm not afraid that she's going to do something to hurt me or kill me, I'm afraid she'll do something that will cause us both to do something we'll both regret later on.

"I can see the reluctance in you," Ruby whispers. "Stop looking so terrified, doll face. It's only me." She smirks. "I'm your best friend."

I wouldn't say "best friend".

Before I can stop her, she pulls my face down, and our mouths meet. She shoves me hard into the door, and I'm aware of her kneading the loose waves of hair near my face.

This is wrong. We shouldn't do this. Pull away, you moron. Pull. Away. But I don't, I do the exact opposite. It's like she's awakened a dragon inside of me, and my fingers claw at her, making sure she's still in front of me. My knees almost go weak when her tongue slides across my top lip.

As I go in for a kiss this time, Ruby pulls away, leaving me fogged up in the head and leaning against the door.

"A flustered angel, how sexy."

I notice how low her voice has gotten, how soft, how...seductive. Like the siren call you don't want to hear, because you have that feeling it will bring you to your death. But you can't help but heed it and obey.

There's no dark magic that Ruby's using on me, she's only using herself. And it's working like a charm.

I straighten up and compose myself. Alright. You want to play that way? I can do that too. I focus on Ruby, watch her as her brown eyes widen. I'm doing subtle gestures with my fingers at my hands, throwing a little bit of Grace her way.

"Oh, you slick bitch," she murmurs, falling onto the bed. I slowly creep towards her, watch her squirm now. She writhes, her face in an expression of coming elation. "You're clever, I'll give you that. Never need to get your hands dirty." I climb over her, my hair around my face. "Kind of takes away from the point of sex, though."

"So what?" I straddle her lap. "Gives me power over you. Shows me how much at mercy I can make you be."

"Well, well," she pants, using her elbows to sit up, "the real Vera is showing herself at last. Good to meet her."

"You seem to be sobering up awful fast." My brows furrow. "Was that an act to set up all this?"

"I'll never tell." Ruby smirks. "You might just have to torture the answer out of me."

I do. And I don't even have to lift a finger. Though sex is supposed to a foreign concept to me, I know the pleasure points on the female body...and male. (Look, there are some things that you just know.) To watch Ruby at my mercy, to see her writhe and moan because of me...it's oddly empowering.

I've just discovered a piece of myself, and she's helped me. The most unlikely of all people.

"Okay, alright," she pants breathlessly. "As much as I love feeling like I'm on cloud nine, you gotta let me spread the love some, feathers." She flips me over, her body is trembling from the aftershocks I gave her from earlier. "Unlike you, I've had lots of practice."

"Then I guess I did alright for a beginner, huh?"

"More than alright." She kisses me hard on the mouth.

The time blends together, as do our bodies. The clothes come off, and we're focused on only each other. This is the worst sin of them all. An angel and demon, making love. But I'm not sure if "love" is quite the accurate term that's going on here.

It's so wrong in so many ways, but—cliché warning, coming up—it feels right.

The pace we're going at, we could go all night. Go for days, in fact. After all, our kinds don't sleep. We don't need to rest, or sleep, like humans do. It's just one of the things that makes us superior to them.

But, at some point, it's so good, and so fast, that we're both, angel and demon, catching our breath.

"Whoa," Ruby pants, throwing a forearm on her forehead, "you really know how to take a girl someplace nice, feathers."

I laugh breathlessly. "You asked for it."

"And you didn't disappoint. Is Sex Ed a thing at Angel Academy?"

I chuckle. "No." Using the sheets, I slide off the bed, an idea in mind. I grab Ruby's knife, which I still haven't given back to her, and walk into the bathroom.

"If you're showering, I want in," she calls from the closed door.

I hack away at my hair, the pieces hitting the tile floor. The job is a bit choppy and not the slightest bit perfect, but for me, it's good enough. I leave the knife on the sink before stepping out. Ruby wolf-whistles.

"My girl," she coos. "You actually did it."

"Well, tonight kind of taught me something. That I am who I am, not what Heaven tried to make me be."

"Mm, well, come back over here and prove that even further." She gestures for me to rejoin her on the bed. "I want to try something. Sit." I have my back to her. "I know I showed you a hell of a time—pun totally intended—but I can blast Heaven out of the water if you show me your wings."

I quirk my mouth. My wings, I've hidden them from everyone. But I think to what Ruby is offering me, how empty I feel without that euphoria right now. Her fingers are gliding on my shoulder blades. I close my eyes and, with a little power on my side, I unfurl my wings.

"Aren't these beauties?" she croons, fingertips grazing the feathers. "Mm, let's play a game."

Her touch sends fire onto my wings. It's like she's touching exposed nerves. The little twitches that I do, she notices. She makes me whimper, almost makes me turn around and take her again right on this very bed. But I'm holding back. She's persuasive, I'll give her that.

"You know, I don't think I've ever seen an angel's wings before," she murmurs. "I'm almost kind of jealous. They're so plush."

"Hey!" I feel her pluck a feather.

"Couldn't resist." She uses my own feather against me, tickling my skin with it. "Believe me, I've had to resist some naughty thoughts about you, Vera."

A demon have naughty thoughts about an angel? Totally unheard of. "Why are we doing this?" I question her.

"Why are we doing what?"

"This."

"Well, there is some...attraction, the tension was buried, all it took was some bar time and a motel room to figure out this was gonna happen. It happened."

"And this means...what, for us? For you and Sam?"

"I can have more than one partner. Mm, imagine the threesome!" She hums to herself.

I cringe. "So...you're treating him as an object strictly for sex?"

"No, Vera. I like him...in my own way. Just like I like you, in my own way. Demons aren't touchy-feely when it comes to emotions." She bites on the back of my neck. "But you, on the other hand, seem to be catching them. And not just for me."

"How do you mean?"

"Come on, I know it's there! You and Sam. That's been my theory since day one that we met. You found him because you like him."

"That's the dumbest reason on the planet to find Sam Winchester." I scoff.

"To each other own, I guess. I'm just saying...I won't get jealous. I might be pissed off though if you don't let me in on the sexy time when you guys find yourselves at that point."

"Sexy time?"

"Sex, Vera, I'm talking about sex. You know, that thing where you—"

"Okay, okay. I'm not looking for something, Ruby."

"Hey, and I'm not saying I am, either. So it works out for us. When we get downtime, we get it going on." She runs her hands through my now-short hair. "Mm, I dig this look, V. Gets me going even more. Gives me less to pull on, but still." She hums to herself again. "I'm losing my damn mind when I think an angel is sexy."

It's just as crazy when an angel has sex with a demon. 

**If any of you shipped #Veruby before #Samvera then congrats because your ship officially sailed first!

I don't know why I find Veruby so fascinating. Maybe it's the forbidden aspect of it.

P.S. Part 1 has been finished! Part 2 is on its way!**