A Quiet Night In - South Attic (locked to [livejournal.com profile] demonbelthazor)

Mar. 20th, 2006 09:32 pm
sensethevisions: (Until Tomorrow : Kajivar)
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Phoebe had spread out a blanket on the floor of their main room and laid out a nice picnic set-up. She lit some candles and dimmed the lights. She put in a CD of seductive relaxing music and sat down to wait.

She and Cole hadn't had any quiet time alone since they had gotten back together and she had decided that they needed down time together.

Date: 2006-03-21 03:01 am (UTC)
demonbelthazor: (Smile)
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Cole shimmered into main room, having given time to Phoebe to set things up to her liking. He took note of the candles and music and smiled, forgetting all that foolishness with Angel earlier today. "Hi, sweetheart," he said.

Date: 2006-03-21 03:07 am (UTC)
demonbelthazor: (Phole)
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Cole hugged her back. "Nice setup you've got here," he said.

Date: 2006-03-21 03:09 am (UTC)
demonbelthazor: (Phole // Embrace)
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"Oh, do you want me to make myself scarce then?" he teased.

Date: 2006-03-21 03:14 am (UTC)
demonbelthazor: (Grin)
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Cole settled on the blanket. "Very well, I'd better stay then," he said.

Date: 2006-03-21 11:58 am (UTC)
demonbelthazor: (Pouty)
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Cole looked disappointed. "Salad?" Clearly he had more naughty things in mind.

Date: 2006-03-21 01:57 pm (UTC)
demonbelthazor: (Headtilt)
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"Tempting, tempting," Cole said, tilting his head. "Then again, anticipation is half the fun."

Date: 2006-03-21 02:04 pm (UTC)
demonbelthazor: (Belthazor)
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"Is that why desert is served last?" Cole asked between bites of his salad.

Date: 2006-03-21 02:20 pm (UTC)
demonbelthazor: (Grin)
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"Now look who's so eager," Cole said, grinning.

Date: 2006-03-21 02:29 pm (UTC)
demonbelthazor: (Default)
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"Mmm, my favorite," Cole said, taking the plate. "Well, second favorite," he added as he looked Phoebe over.

Date: 2006-03-21 03:30 pm (UTC)
demonbelthazor: (Shy grin)
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"In that case, might I point out you are looking exceptionally beautiful tonight?" Cole said flirtatiously.

Date: 2006-03-21 03:51 pm (UTC)
demonbelthazor: (Phole)
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Cole finished his steak and set the plate aside. "So what's for dessert?" he asked.

Date: 2006-03-21 04:45 pm (UTC)
demonbelthazor: (Phole // Embrace)
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"Hmm, tough decision...I think I'll take...Phoebe," Cole said.

Date: 2006-03-21 07:13 pm (UTC)
demonbelthazor: (Phole // Smooch)
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"As much as I love you?" he said, putting his arms around her.

Date: 2006-03-21 07:27 pm (UTC)
demonbelthazor: (Phole // Kiss)
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Cole tightened his embrace and deepened the kiss. "Love you, too," he said when he finally broke free to breathe.

Date: 2006-03-21 09:05 pm (UTC)
demonbelthazor: (Beloved Lord)
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Cole shifted his position and drew Phoebe into his lap. "You really are my Bright One," he murmured. "Is it corny to say you're the light of my life?"

Date: 2006-03-21 09:16 pm (UTC)
demonbelthazor: (Phole // Embrace)
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He rested his head on her shoulder. "Where would I be without you?"

Date: 2006-03-21 09:23 pm (UTC)
demonbelthazor: (Shy grin)
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"But I'm here, and you're here, and that's what matters," Cole said, kissing the side of her neck.

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