A Curse Upon Thee 11

Finn sat on the counter, bare feet dangling, while Ruby moved around the kitchen like an expert cook. The cold kitchen air didn’t bother him much, his filthy mud-splattered shirt somewhere off in the corner after he went to the bathroom to wash up.

He didn’t miss the way Ruby’s eyes had stayed on his open chest before she’d found a container of leftover spaghetti and meatballs to heat up in a pan. As good as the smell of garlic and tomato was as it filled the air, he didn’t mind if she stared all night.

Unfortunately, she didn’t.

Instead, the tall girl walked over to the other side of the room to turn on a small television on a shelf in the corner, the volume low, filling the silence with the cheesy, upbeat theme of a late-night talk show.

“So, the cannery, huh?” she said, not looking at him as she stirred the pasta. “Classy. I figured you for more of a ‘haunted forest’ kind of guy.”

“Hey, it’s got atmosphere,” Finn clicked his tongue with a shrug, a real “whaddya gonna do” kinda sound leaving his throat alongside it. “And rats. Very… rustic.”

“Sounds charming.” She couldn’t have rolled her eyes any harder as she scooped steaming pasta onto a plate. Ruby didn’t waste a second before she slid it onto the counter in front of him, along with a fork. “You know, for a guy who’s supposedly on the run from the law, you’re awfully relaxed.”

“I’m a complex individual.” Words found their way around a huge bite of spaghetti, chunks of meatball so good they almost froze the sentence before it could leave him. “Besides, what’s the point in being stressed? It’s bad for your digestion.” 

A second later, Finn swallowed and blinked up at Ruby. “So… you’re not scared of me.” 

It wasn’t a question.

Ruby leaned against the counter, watching him eat. “Should I be?”

“I mean, like, most people would be.” He tilted his head to the side, raising his eyebrows at the obvious. “I mean, I did break into your kitchen in the middle of the night. And I’m kinda… possibly wanted for murder, I think?”

“I’m not most people, Red.” She tilted her head to the same side, eyes not leaving his. “And I saw the way you looked at Graham. You didn’t hate him and I’m pretty sure you’re not a killer, anyway.”

Finn stared back at her. “…bet your life on it?”

“I will stab you.”

“My bad.” Fighting back a laugh, Finn immediately ducked his head down before she could be tempted to make good on that threat. The canned laughter from the television seemed to fade into the background as they stayed like that, silent as he took another bite of the spaghetti.

Finally, he raised his head again and looked over at Ruby, almost unable to pull his eyes away from how the light caught the red streak in her hair.

Her eyes met his again as they stared at each other and Finn wasn’t sure what to say came over him. Maybe it was the food, the first real warmth he’d felt in days. Maybe it was the simple, profound relief of not being alone. Maybe he was just too tired to hold back anymore.

Whatever it was, he leaned forward, across the small space that separated them.

Ruby didn’t pull away as she met him halfway, her hand coming up to cup his cheek, her thumb stroking his skin. He closed his eyes, about to close the final inch—

“Stop.”

A pair of blue eyes snapped open as he immediately pulled away from her, heat creeping up his neck. “Right. Sorry. My bad.”

Ruby just rolled her eyes, a smile playing at her lips as she grabbed his face with both hands, holding him still. “You’re a messy eater, Mr. Felon.” A napkin came up, surprisingly strong hands wiping a smudge of tomato sauce from the bridge of his nose as Finn blinked.

And then she pulled him in and kissed him.

It was fierce and hungry and tasted a little like garlic but that meant nothing at all. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer until she was up against the counter and right between his legs. Everything vanished but the feeling of her lips on his, her hands tangled in his hair, the low hum of the refrigerator, and the frantic, hammering beat of his own heart.

One hand wrapped itself in Ruby’s thick head of hair as he pulled her even closer, moans filling his mouth as she leaned in. She shoved aside the plate, never breaking the kiss as Finn’s legs tightened instinctively around her hips. Her hands found the counter behind him, gripping tight to it to keep her balance as her hot wet mouth did its best to make him dizzy. Finn’s hands roamed, unsure where to go — waist, jaw, that long sweep of her back — so he didn’t bother to settle, greedy for skin.

He expected her to slow almost, maybe pull back a little with a “down boy”, but Ruby just sucked his bottom lip between her teeth. He didn’t bother to stop either, heat rushing to his face and then further down fast. The next time their faces broke apart, her hands were already going for his zipper.

“Wait.” One word felt like a weight, Finn struggling with himself to get it out. The heat below his waist felt like a bonfire, blood already leaving his brain for something much more important. “I…”

Whatever he said didn’t get a chance to come out as Ruby’s hands worked faster and the heat hit open hair. Oh fuck.

His dick strained against his boxers, the red fabric already tenting as Ruby stared at it, eyes wide and… hungry?

“You’re a big boy, aren’t ya, Red?”

Finn didn’t think it was possible to get harder with only her eyes on him, but she proved him wrong. Her tongue slid out as she licked her lips, whether on purpose or because she couldn’t help it and before he could say — or think — another word, she cupped him.

“Oh f~fuck…” His hips rocked up, impossible not to, a whimper sneaking out as she squeezed him through the thin boxers.

She laughed, soft and deep in her chest. “Easy there, Red.”

Easy, she said, but she didn’t seem to be going all that easy on him, Finn letting out another shudder as her hand slid into the flap of his boxers and-

“Oh.”

The raw gasp that left his lips as the cold kitchen air met the skin of his dick was loud even with the TV still going in the background.

Ruby’s eyes went wider, one hand reaching out towards almost seven inches of pink thickness, as her mouth hung open.

Finn’s hands twitched as she blinked a second time, all that confidence he was used to seeing from her gone in a second.

“Ruby?”

She blinked a third time, suddenly staring up at him as her mouth inched a bit tighter. “Y-yeah, sorry, just, it’s b-been a… little while.”

Ruby Hale leaned forward and Finn saw white for a second as her lips met his tip.

The full-body signal sang up his spine and spiked directly into his brain as Ruby licked the clear fluid on his head, eyes wide and confused like she wasn’t sure what she was looking at.

Then, her lips moved again, and Ruby smirked up at him, tongue swirling around the head. One hand stroked the shaft while her tongue worked, a steady twist to her wrist as his dick flexed hard in her grip in time with the suction.

“You ready?”

Rea-

Her hair spilled over his thighs, dark locks the opposite to his fingers as he white-knuckled the counter. Another breath left him as he looked down and saw half of him disappear between her lips, the word goddamnit dying on his tongue in place of a groan that meant pretty much the same.

The world tunneled, everything in his existence compressed down to the hot-wet pulse of her mouth on his cock and the tremor of her hand around the base, slick with spit. Seven inches and Ruby didn’t even blink, just went at it with a grim, greedy determination that physically wound his guts tight. Finn’s breath came sharp, teeth gritted as he glanced downward, her hair  like spilled ink as she did her best to hollow him out with lips ringed glossy red.

He wanted to say something smart but all he could manage was a muttered “fuck me” through clenched teeth.

The heat in Finn’s gut built, a whiteout that curled his toes with each bob of her head. Every so often she’d make some noise deep in her throat, which vibrated through his whole body and disintegrated his ability to form coherent sentences.

Shit-shi-shi- He could feel it, something about to come out, his eyes rolling back as he tried to get the words out, but Ruby just hummed; tongue working the way it did.

He was going to—he was definitely going to, and there was nothing he could do. He grabbed at her shoulder with both hands now, not to pull her away, just to warn her, but Ruby went faster, hand pumping at the base while her lips sealed just over the tip. She didn’t let up, not even a blink; her mouth sealed airtight, her cheeks hollow, her dark eyes staring right up at him like a punchline.

Fuck.

The word didn’t leave his mouth, Finn unable to speak as he felt his length throb, spurting into Ruby’s mouth. F-f-fu- His hands found the back of her head, and he pulled her deeper, the last few spurts going deep down her throat with thrusts to match —uuuu~uuuuck!

His grip eased up, Ruby coughing a bit as she came up for air.

Finn stared, breathing almost as heavy as hers. “I… I’m… sorry.”

A pair of dark eyes rolled back at him, Ruby wiping the back of her mouth with one hand. She opened her mouth to say something as she stood up straight, only for said mouth to hang open wide again as she looked down.

Down to where his dick was already rising back up to attention.

“…seriously?”

Finn smiled back, the look more nervous than any he’d ever remembered wearing. “…you’re really pretty?”

“Is that a question?”

Finn shrugged. “I’m honestly questioning if I’m awake right now, yeah.”

A snort left her lips as Ruby Lucas shook her head, hands already moving again. This time, to her chest, as button after button fell open and a set of blue eyes found themselves unable to move from a bra as bright red as his eyes. “This time, you get to show me what you can do, Red.”

The kitchen table was already half-cleared of its clutter when Finn jumped off it, eyes focused forward. Ruby’s bra was loud, criminal, the kind of red that let you know expectations were about to get recalibrated. Finn stared shamelessly as she unclipped it, the pop of the catch so casual it felt like he was way less experienced than he’d let on. Ruby let the bra hang from one shoulder for a moment, her mouth tilted in a way that made it hard for him to swallow.

“So,” she said. “You going to just stand there and stare, or…?”

He closed the gap, fingers up and in and under, drawn like a fucking magnet. The warmth of her skin hit his hands first as he squeezed lightly, an immediate moan leaving Ruby’s lips.

He tasted salt and sugar on her skin, lips tracing her collarbone all the way down to the hollow between her breasts. He figured he ought to move slow but her hands fisted in his hair and made it clear slow was not on the menu.

He slid his tongue around her nipple, the taste of sweat and a little leftover soap, and sucked until she hissed and bucked forward into his mouth.

Ruby’s back arched as his mouth latched hard to one breast, hands tangled up in hair just as long as hers. The gasp she let out was half growl, and when his other hand squeezed lower down her back, she gripped his head tighter, grinding the soft inside of her thigh against his hip until he got the hint.

That hand went downward, between her legs, the wetness he could already smell coating his fingers and running down her thighs.

A low, shaky breath left her as his fingers pressed against her, her panties soaked all the way.

“Fuck.” Her voice came out rough, Finn’s eyes going wide as he felt teeth in shoulder; a hard bite from Ruby forcing a groan out from him too.

His dick jumped at the pain, knocking at her entrance as blood surged inside it.

The sound Ruby made when his hand slipped inside her was more animal than anything as she clung to him. Her teeth ground into his neck, almost gnawing at him with every stroke of his fingers, tongue flicking out at his skin every time he found a new way to work himself inside her.

“H-harder.” She shivered in his ear, gripping him tighter.

Knuckle deep, two fingers went in, thumb grinding up against where she was already swollen on the outside.

“Ooooooh.” She rewarded him with another bite, harder this time as he felt teeth almost break the skin.

She twisted against him, grinding her soaking underwear into his hand as he just pushed harder, fingers curling and thumb working dizzy circles that made her nails scrape his scalp.

“Fuck yes. Don’t stop. Don’t you fuckin’ dare, Red.”

He absolutely did not.

Finn kept going; the same pattern, the same rhythm, but harder not faster. Whatever he was doing, it seemed to be working; Ruby jerking and snapping curses into his ear that were half-drowned out by moans and shudders as she tensed around his hand, thighs threatening to snap his fingers in half.

Then suddenly, her fist yanked at his air, jerking his head back as hers did the same, Ruby letting out a howl of a moan that filled the whole kitchen.

She breathed hard, chest moving up and down as she leaned up against his chest.

“…”

He blinked, whatever she said too low for him to catch. “Ruby?”

“I said… Fuck me. Now.”

Anything clever he might have said was batted away by the haze humming in his skull.

Finn didn’t need to be told twice.

Hell, he didn’t need to be told once either as Ruby gave him one hard look.

He scooped Ruby bodily up by the hips, drawing a surprised laugh from her, and slammed her down on the kitchen counter hard enough that the metal surface shook.

Her thighs opened, drawing him in as Finn lined up, hands braced on her hips. “Don’t make me fuckin’ beg.” Ruby hissed the words as she shifted, spreading herself wider.

He grinned into her jaw, hands bunching in the waistband of her panties. The sound of them tearing went unheard, Ruby howling again as he thrusted inside her.

Finn didn’t mean to start hard, but the way Ruby grabbed the back of his neck and yanked him forward left no room for mercy. She was already wet — too hot, too much — and his dick slid in with one smooth push. Her knees clamped around his hips, pinning him in place as her nails dug ten half-moons deep into his shoulders. A gasp left her lips, nails raking long sharp lines down his spine. “Fucking Christ, R-”

Her words went nowhere as Finn pulled out and shoved back in, greedy for the slap of flesh on flesh. “Oooooh.” Her head rolled back, eyes half-lidded, mouth open in a look he wanted more of right now.

It was all hands and teeth and heat, Finn’s body electric as Ruby tore at him like she wanted him to fuck her straight through the counter. “Finn!” And he would, if it meant hearing her say his name in that furious way a few more times.

He pistoned in and out, the rhythm raw and unpracticed but fuck if it didn’t feel right. Strong hands dug into her hips as he used her for leverage, every thrust met with a ragged demand for more, more, more.

A slurred “god yes” scratched out of her throat and Finn nearly lost it, the slick heat where they joined burning out every last bit of caution. Her head rolled forward, hair shadowing her face as she squeezed tighter around him, so fucking tight it was unfair as the table thumped under their bodies.

“F-f-f-fuuuu-” Her voice broke on the fuck, a little squeak of noise that Finn wanted to bottle and hear again, always. He could feel her ribs under his hands, every gasp and shiver right up against him with sweat slicking their bodies together.
Each thrust nearly slid the both of them off the counter, Ruby gripping tighter, arms around his neck a stranglehold of want. The angle changed when she used her leverage to pull him in deeper, and the noise she made that time ricocheted straight to his balls. He braced a foot against the cabinet, adjusted his grip, and gave her what she wanted as he rammed in again down to the hilt. She bit his ear for that one, teeth sinking in as two words left her mouth. “Inside me.”

His hands shook a little as he lined up again, her heat swallowing him up, nothing in the world except that tight, squeezing need.

She kept muttering it — inside, inside, inside, inside, fucking fill me; every fire alarm in his brain going off all at once. His balls drew up tight, nerves lit as he barely slowed down. Finn wrapped both arms around Ruby and drove in, feeling the soft give of her body, the way she took every inch, breath going sharp and wild.

He slammed in one last time and lost it, a burst of heat all at once as his whole body shuddered with it.

He staggered forward, slumping on top of Ruby as her mouth hung open, eyes rolled back.

“…Ruby?”

– o – o – o – o – o – o – o –

Finn lay there on the cold, unforgiving steel of the main prep counter, a discarded dish towel serving as a pathetic pillow under his head, thin sheen of sweat cooling on his skin in the chilled air.

Right next to him, a wide-eyed Ruby Lucas stared up at the ceiling, a single word escaping her lips like a prayer. “…wow.”

Finn made a noise of agreement, the sound almost a sigh. “Uh-huh.”

“…wow.”

He nodded.

“…what the fuck?”

That got a more articulate response. “I’m not sure.”

Ruby rolled onto her side, propping her head up on her hand to look at him, eyes going wider as they searched his face “No, like… was that… am I special, or is that just for every girl?”

Finn looked over at her, his long red hair pooled around his head on the steel as he scratched his bare chest. “Not gonna lie, no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You were a fucking animal.”

“…me?” He was pretty sure his neck and back were still kinda bleeding. “Just me?”

She didn’t seem to care, barely even looking at him as she whispered again “Like… wow.”

“Me?” He parroted a third time. “Ruby, you scratched me all over.” He didn’t even need to gesture at all the faint red lines crisscrossing his back and shoulders, considering how obvious they were.

Ruby’s smirk was pure predator. “Because you were a fucking animal.” 

Again with that.

“It’s a compliment.”

Finn rolled his eyes. “I bet.”

“Seriously, though.” Her voice softened as her fingers traced one of the scratches on his collarbone. “If I’d known you could do all thaaaat, you’d never have made it out of my room that first day.”

“Thank you?”

Her brows furrowed up tight as she narrowed her eyes at him.“Why do you sound like you don’t know what I’m talking about?”

He let out a long, slow breath. “…Rubes.”

“What did I say about calling me that?”

“Okay, Bee,” he corrected himself, the corner of his mouth twitching. “You know I lost my memory, right? When that car hit me, like, almost two months ago.”

Ruby’s eyes widened, realization dawning. “…oh. So…”

“Yeah.” He sighed out loud, turning his gaze back to the ceiling. “Like, I don’t remember anything before that… pretty much.”

“No…” she said slowly, the pieces clicking into place in her head. “That means you’ve never… had sex before.”

Finn opened his mouth, a protest already forming. He tried to argue, to say that technically, he couldn’t know that for sure, but the words wouldn’t come considering he had no memory of anything like that.

All I got up here is fighting, not fucking. And he was pretty sure muscle memory didn’t count as actual memory for something like this. “I mean… techni… f-yeah.” Biting down on a curse, he let out a sigh with the word, a quiet surrender. “Pretty… pretty much.”

Ruby pushed herself up into a sitting position, staring down at him. “And that means… I took your virginity.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, no words that he could really say to that.

“Oh my god,” she breathed. “I popped your cherry.”

“Please stop.” One hand covered his face, words equal part groans. “Please stop talking.”

“I am going to remember this forever.”

“I’m asking you to forget it right now, actually.” Even with his hands over his mouth, his mumbles were plenty audible. “Like right now.”

“No can do, Cherry Boy.”

He dropped his hands, staring at her with a flat, unimpressed expression. He reached out and flicked her squarely on the forehead.

“Ow.”

“We’re even now.”

“For what?”

“Cherry Boy.”

She rolled her eyes, but the grin that spread across her face was dazzling as her hand trailed its way slowly down his chest. “Wanna go again, Cherry Boy?”

Finn opened his mouth to say yes, the single word a forgone conclusion, but a sudden fanfare of cheesy, triumphant music blared from the television in the corner. He sat up abruptly, his head whipping toward the sound.

On the screen, a local news anchor with a bad toupee was smiling brightly next to a graphic that read “ELECTION RESULTS.”

“-nd in a major upset,” the voice sounded off, tinny but loud in the kitchen, “political newcomer and interim-sheriff Emma Swan has won the election, officially becoming Storybrooke’s new Sheriff.”

Finn just stared, the image of Emma’s smiling, victorious face on the screen.

His lifeline was now working for the Wicked Bitch of the West Wing.

“What the fuck?”

– o – o – o – o – o – o – o –

Cherry Boy – 100 NP

Lose your virginity.

ROLL: Wild Man (200 CP) [Frozen] {Control}:
Humans can be…complicated. They’ve got all these biases, beliefs, preconceptions and stuff. Animals don’t have that. Nice, simple and straightforward. A reindeer is never going to give you guff for not showering either.

You get along so much better with animals, almost like you can speak to them and understand them. Even normally hostile creatures aren’t too hard to get to calm down and be friendly with you, so long as you’re not being threatening. You’ve also become a deft hand at wilderness survival, just in case you can’t find a warm house or barn to shelter in over the night.

Nexus Points: 200