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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"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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"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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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.