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Phoebe Halliwell ([personal profile] sleepswthdemons) wrote2008-10-25 11:43 am
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44 Blueberry Hill, Saturday

Phoebe was tired of being cooped up and feeling a little restless. She couldn't seem to get comfortable and her emotions and hormones were slightly frayed.

Ok, more than slightly.

After some wheedling, begging and threatening, the boys had helped Phoebe get settled on the front porch swing.

She was, of course, wearing a jacket and there was a blanket nearby in case she got chilled. There was also a pitcher of Lavender Jasmine tea on the table next to her as well as her laptop and a selection of trashy novels.


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[identity profile] sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com 2008-10-26 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay, then for at least the next couple of hours?"

[identity profile] beenthroughthat.livejournal.com 2008-10-26 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam leaned over and put his lips against her ear. "Baby, I'll keep my hands on you for as long as you want me to," he promised, snuggling closer as he kept up the massage.

[identity profile] sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com 2008-10-27 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Oooh, that feels so nice," she murmured.

[identity profile] beenthroughthat.livejournal.com 2008-10-27 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Always glad to be of service," Sam told her.

[identity profile] sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com 2008-10-27 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
She grinned. "I love you."

[identity profile] beenthroughthat.livejournal.com 2008-10-27 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Love you too, sweetheart." A ripple of warmth was probably clear through the spell bond when he said the words, just like always. "You're worth everything I gave up back home and more, both of you."

He paused and brushed his hand over her stomach again. "All four of you."
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