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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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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Cradling her in his arms, his kisses her softly yet insistantly. The taste of tequila is strong on her lips and she would only need a little nudge to pass out entirely.

He smiles against the kiss, his lips parting just a bit. Hello, evil. No nudging a willing witch...

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Phoebe can feel herself taking a mighty swan dive from grace right about now...but all that she can think about is what Cole had done to her and she continues to kiss Crowley, her lips parting and her hands holding him close to her.

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He can't resist that temptation, not one bit. He parts his lips and drags his tongue along her bottom lip before moving ahead and drinking her in. Her Grace is phenomenally strong, even if she can't feel it right now, what with it being cut sharply by the tequila. He holds her closer still, arms tight around her as he purrs with her in his arms.

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From far away, Phoebe can hear someone yelling in her mind that this was such a very bad idea. The voice sounds suspiciously like a cross between Grams and Cole, but right now, she isn't listening. Right now, she's being held by someone who wants her. Right now she's feeling so many different things that she can't pin any of them down. She makes a small sound and lets her lips part more. This just feels so good...