Phoebe and Cole's Hotel Room at The Arms

[sensethevisions]

As promised, after the visit to Angelus, Phoebe had gone to The Arms to get her and Cole a room. As much as she really did adore Xander and Bridge, she didn't want to impose on Xander as his apartment was getting pretty crowded.

Cole didn't want her going out unless she was with him or Anders because he still felt that Angelus was a danger -- even if he was behind bars right now.

So, this was Phoebe, pacing her hotel room.


[[OOC: For the boyfriends or anyone else who wants to see the anxious witch]]

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[demonbelthazor]

"If there's pain then I'm not doing it right," Bel said. Evasive? Nah.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Dork," Anders said, poking him in the stomach this time. "Look, if you don't want to talk about it this week it's okay. I just . . . I'm here for you, you know that."

[demonbelthazor]

"I know," Bel said quietly. "He just messed with my head, that's all. I should've known it wasn't really Angel."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You're my demon," Anders said forcefully. "Mine and Phoebe's. He doesn't get to frak with you like that."

[demonbelthazor]

"He pretended to have feelings for me," Bel admitted. "But he really thinks I'm just pathetic." And that still stung.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

That coaxed a tiny growl from Anders's throat, and he narrowed his eyes. "Bullshit," he said, but he wrapped his arms around Bel again; he could tell that had hurt. "Am I gonna have to prove to you how not-pathetic you are?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Just kinda hard to believe that I used to want almost nothing more than his respect," Bel said, shrugging his shoulders. "And I never had it."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"From Angelus?" Anders wanted to snort, but he rested his forehead against Bel's instead. "I think . . . it's pretty safe to say Phoebe and I are better off for that."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel was still tense. "I wanted to be just like him," he said softly.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders kissed him lightly. "Yeah, well . . . back when all that was happening I was still a clueless, scared little kid. Just to give you some perspective. And you're not that guy any more."

[demonbelthazor]

"Yeah, I'm not," Bel agreed. "But it kinda scares me how close I came to that."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"It scares me, and I only found out about all this afterward," Anders told him. "Hey . . . you know better now. We believe in you, and I'm gonna kick your ass if you start to doubt that."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel raised an eyebrow. "Like you could," he snorted.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"In this situation?" Anders tapped him lightly on the nose. "Bet your ass I'd figure out how."

[demonbelthazor]

"Bet your ass you couldn't," Bel growled.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Oh really?" drawled Anders, squirming just a little bit closer, because mmm, growly demon. "What are you gonna do to it if I win the bet?"

[demonbelthazor]

"I think the question is what I'm going to do to your ass when I win the bet," Bel said.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders snaked an arm around his neck, grinning. "I'd offer to throw the bet here and now, except that I meant what I said about us believing in you."

[demonbelthazor]

"What am I supposed to do with you now then?" Bel said teasingly.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"For one?" Anders hooked his fingers in Bel's waistband. "Stop assuming that stupid hypothetical bet's a requirement for you getting to do anything with my ass."

[demonbelthazor]

"Sometimes it's fun to pretend to need an excuse," Bel said, sliding his hand down and patting Anders's ass.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I won't tell anyone there wasn't a real excuse if you won't," Anders informed him, not that he was in any way shamelessly wriggling back against Bel's hand.