Pairing: Cole/Leo, implied Leo/Piper & Phoebe/Cole

"What are we doing?"

Cole snorts, "Don't you mean 'What am I doing'?"

Leo exhales, drags a hand over his face and sits up in the bed. Cole is already dressed for work, drinking a reddish-green mixture from a mug Phoebe bought him after seeing the one Leo gave to Piper. Phoebe and Piper, breaking two hearts with one stone, the thought alone is enough to make him sick.

"I know why you do it."

Cole sighs, "If you plan on having this conversation every time, we gotta go to a place where I can leave afterwards. It's getting old." He drains the last of the cups contents with a wince and sets it aside, kneeling beside the bed so he can rifle through his drawers, "I think I lost my watch." he mutters

"This isn't a game," Leo snaps

"If it were I'd be winning." He smirks, sitting on the edge of the bed so he can press short kisses on Leo's mouth until the whitelighter returns them, tasting ash and blood and everything that makes Leo wish he'd never heard the name Balthazar. When they break for air that neither of them needs, Cole's cavalier tone gives way to something else, something harder and more true, "I'm not ready for this to end. Not yet."

"You can't blackmail someone into being with you."

"Why not?"

And just for a minute Leo is positive he sees fire in Cole s eyes, actual sparks of orange-red that blur his pupils and darken his features before he smiles and it's gone, the dark haired man standing back up and nodding to a framed picture of the Halliwells and them.

"Piper invited me to dinner. I'll see you tonight."