Saturday Night At The Arms
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sensethevisionsAfter 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?
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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Date: 2006-01-29 08:48 pm (UTC)With a strong arm around her, he guides her into his suite. Everything is sleek and modern, black and white and red and chrome. Open and airy, he leads her past the fireplace and sofa toward the bedroom.
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Date: 2006-01-29 08:58 pm (UTC)He turns the covers back, then waves a hnad and banishes her pants before guiding her down onto the pillow.
"I think perhaps you're a bit smashed, love."
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Date: 2006-01-29 09:14 pm (UTC)He returns her smile, and brushes hair from her forehead.
"Perhaps redemption could wait until morning?"
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Date: 2006-01-29 09:48 pm (UTC)"Of course, my dear. Whatever you like."
He pulls the covers back and slides against her, clothes banishes and naked, neuter flesh against her. He enfolds her in an embrace, nearly smirking.
"Sleep, pet. Sleep in my arms."
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