Saturday Night At The Arms

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After Crowley had brought her back from Caritas the night before, Phoebe had stayed in bed for a long time. The magical workings of the snow demons had given her headaches just like the zombies had before.

Phoebe had stayed behind closed doors during the fight. She had no offensive powers and didn't know where to find weapons in the hotel. She had been scared to death because she knew Cole would be in the midst of the fighting.

She kept looking at the hotel phone and with a soft sigh, she reached for it. He may want Piper and not her, now, but she had to know he was safe and hadn't been hurt in the fighting.

She cradled the phone in her lap and dialed the familiar number. She would make sure he was okay, and then she would find something to eat and curl up on the couch in front of the fireplace and try to rest.

"..." There was silence for a moment, then a sad voice starts speaking. "It's Phoebe...I know you probably don't want to talk to me...but I just...I needed to know you were okay after the attacks today..."

There were instances in the conversation where she was reminded that he was no longer hers and it opened up wounds that she had thought were starting to heal. By the time the conversation was over, tears were streaming down her cheeks. She let the phone drop down into her lap and curled up on the couch, trying to stop the flow of tears before Crowley saw her.

She was supposed to be tough and if he found her crying again, he might regret that he given her sanctuary...but it just hurt so much that their love was over. She would always love him...but if he really wanted Piper, she'd do her best to be happy for them.

She wrapped herself up in the blanket on the couch cried herself into exhaustion. It hurt so much to breathe and she couldn't understand how someone could hurt so much and still be alive.

She wanted to go to Piper and be comforted by her big sister...but she and Cole...attic...drinking together last night...

So, no, not calling on Piper for comfort right now. It wouldn't be fair. She couldn't call Paige, either.

She could call Camulus...but that wouldn't be fair to him.

She wondered if Crowley had tequila in here?

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There is a knock on her door, and it swings open as if it wasn't shut tight. He's standing in the doorway with a bottle of tequila and a brown paper bag.

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Phoebe hears the door open and looks up from where she is laying on the couch. She is silent for a moment as she stares at him through her tears.

"C-Cole?" she questions hopefully with a sob as she attempts to stumble to her feet. "Love..?"

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He steps through the door with an enigmatic smile. Setting the bottle and bag down, he kneels on the floor beside the couch without a word.

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Still having a hard time believing he's there, Phoebe wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face in his shoulder.

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He wraps his arms around her waist, stroking her back gently.

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She holds him to her, just saying his name over and over again.

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He grins and pulls her closer, kissing her softly on her forehead.

Without a word, he rises, carrying her to bed. Laying down with her, his hands trail across her stomach and up her breastbone to softly cup her jaw.

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"Those aren't your only options, my dear. You can live, you can uphold your heritage...and you can be so much more than held and loved. There is adoration. There is devotion. With the right help, Phoebe, you could be so very powerful. You could be my downfall, you know."

He blinks slowly and grins, taking her by the hand and pulling her gently to him.

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Phoebe collapses against Crowley and sighs softly. "It hurts so much, Crowley."

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"Yes, precious. I know it does. Consider this your Fall, which is something I know entirely too well. I can help you, Phoebe. I can help you work on your own redemption. HE'll take you back, unlike me. Would you like my help, dear? I ssswear it will get better."

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"Redemption?" Phoebe asks hopefully.

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"Yes, lovely one, redemption. You always have the choice, my dear. As tired and hollow as you are, you always have the strength...the power...it's inside you even if you can't find it." He searches through everything he knows about her, grasping at things to tempt her, "I'm certain your Gram would tell you the same thing. We who care for you can see it, even when you can't, darling girl."

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"I want redemption..." She says softly, holding on to Crowley.

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"Perhaps, my dear. It's a topic that has been tossed around since the Garden, and isn't likely to be solved by the two of us tonight." He holds her closer, resting his lips against her hair.

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Phoebe's voice is soft. "Crowley...can I ask you a favor?"

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Just as softly, "You may ask anything of me, witch."

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Phoebe's voice is still soft and she is obviously still very drunk.

"I know yu don't want my body...but if I were to ask...for a kiss?"

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"Pet, I want you body and soul...and a kiss is such a simple request."

He drops his mouth to hers and kisses her, restraining the hunger to devour her right there.

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Phoebe reaches up and touches the back of his head as she kisses him back. His kiss is different than the ones she is used to, but it's a wonderful kiss and she is glas she asked him for it.

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She's so warm and close and with that small sound he decides she's made her choice. His hands roam along her naked flesh, growing warmer. He rolls a bit, pinning her beneath him and kisses her harder, hungry, taking exactly as much as she's willing to give.

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It's amazing how thin the line is between Grace and Damnation is, isn't it?

Phoebe's not even sure that she's not dreaming all of this, and right now, she just wants to feel less empty inside. She feels everything getting much warmer and she bites at Crowley's bottom lip, letting her hands wander his back.

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He moves slowly, methodically, never imagining for a moment that she'll give herself to him...until it occurs to him that she already has. He has the contract. She'd made her choice long before tonight. As her teeth scrape across his lip he grins, then pulls away only to descend to her neck, tasting and biting and kissing her, drawing forth Grace and leaving behind searing heat.

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She digs her nails into his back, trying to make the warning voice in her head go away. She is so close to giving herself to him completely, to just letting that fire sear her soul and beg him never to stop whatever it is, he's doing.

"Crowley," she whispers as she tries to tug his face to hers to kiss him again.

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His wings flex wide as she digs her nails into his back, skin becoming scale as he tries to push back the desire to taste her flesh.

Still, when she pulls at him and he looks up at her, his eyes black with need and his teeth growing longer and sharper.

"Yes, love?" he says, his voice hushed near her lips.

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She does not arch her neck and offer her throat to him, nope.

She trails a hand along his face and then kisses him again.