44 Blueberry Hill, Saturday

[sleepswthdemons]

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.


[[OOC: open!]]

Comments

[sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com]

"Never take your hands off me?"

[beenthroughthat.livejournal.com]

Sam chuckled lightly. "Not ever? That might be tricky."

[sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com]

"Okay, then for at least the next couple of hours?"

[beenthroughthat.livejournal.com]

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.

[sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com]

"Oooh, that feels so nice," she murmured.

[beenthroughthat.livejournal.com]

"Always glad to be of service," Sam told her.

[sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com]

She grinned. "I love you."

[beenthroughthat.livejournal.com]

"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."