"My boy!"
An older woman ran up to the small group, consisting of Phoebe, Beckett, and Katrina. Hugs were exchanged, embarrassingly, between the brunette young man and his mother. The old woman then turned to Katrina, and to Phoebe.
"Oh, my! Is this the young lady I've been hearing of?"
Phoebe came in for a friendly hug, with a wide smile on her face. Mrs. Harrington then rested her palms onto Phoebe's cheeks, squishing them with her touch.
"You're as beautiful as my boy describes!"
Beckett instantly turned to a reddish hue. Phoebe laughed.
"Thank you very kindly! If you wouldn't mind, what all has Beckett said about me?"
Katrina led the older woman to the table where an older man stood, emotionless. Phoebe smiled, enthusiastically approaching the table, but not seating herself so quickly.
"Roger and I have been so excited to meet you! Pardon my manners, I am Annabelle Harrington. Beckett always said how your beautiful eyes warm up his heart!"
"I think she thawed it," Katrina retorted, resulting in the laughter of the three ladies. Beckett smirked, but was visibly irritated. The man across from the Sun-Att smiled, but didn't crack. There was something familiar about Mr. Harrington. It was easy to see that the siblings took more from their mother, although Beckett shared his father's stocky figure. His hair was slicked back, lush brown, savor a grey streak that accented his age. His beard was not too long nor too short, its grey glistened with the moonlight. As for Mrs. Harrington, she was an energetic woman, with a contagious smile that her children inherited. She smiled towards her son.
"Beckett had told me that you and your twin sister had defeated Raife, is that correct?"
Phoebe sunk in her chair.
"Yes, ma'am."
Beckett immediately cleared his throat.
"I understand if you would not like to talk about it. Word has gone out around the world of your bravery. You and my son. Had you not come along, I believe he would be as closed off as an heirloom in a safe!"
The Sun-Att squeezed the brunette's hand, gesturing to him that the dinner was going pretty well. Drinks were served. The fizz in the glass made Phoebe wary, given her experience when she had dinner with Katrina.
"May I ask what this drink is?" she cautioned, slowly turning the glass to allow the liquid to spin.
"Ah, Roger's favorite! It's Emerald Campfire. It tastes just like s'mores!" replied Annabelle.
"And the effect?"
"You release smoke from your mouth! Allow me!"
Annabelle dipped the liquid into her mouth, swishing it, absorbing every particle, every flavor. After swallowing, she positioned her lips to an "o" shape, as dark smoke emerged. The aroma of roasted marshmallow danced inside Phoebe's nostrils.
"Oh, Mother! Do you remember our camping trips?"
Katrina and Annabelle became instantly lost in conversation. Once the food arrived, Roger slowly, but quietly ate, not muttering a word. Phoebe was uncomfortable with his presence, intimidated. However, at the same time, she felt something oddly familiar about him.
Phoebe stuck her fork into the steak. Its flavor overwhelmed her senses, as the sweet sauce melted into her mouth. Beckett finished his meal before everyone else, still quiet and feeling as awkward as the Sun-Attuned.
"Oh, Beckett! This reminds me of the time you were just a little Bean!"
"Oh, not this!" he said, embarrassingly. Roger snickered.
"Remember when we ate at Dream Weavers? That place is absolutely magickal. Miss Gallows, you must see it! The lakes are made of crystals! The Earth floats in the sky! We visited a Rapunzel-themed restaurant, complete with floating Sentrys! Beckett was extremely frightened of the floating armor, my poor boy!"
"Mother, please no!"
Phoebe lit up.
"Please, tell me what happened!"
Annabelle had a very hearty laugh. Her wrinkles danced around her lips, which were always curved upward.
"My little Bean ate up all his food because he was anxious and frightened... and got a case of…"
Katrina snickered.
"The bubbles."
Beckett's face looked horrified.
"The Bubbles?"
"Mother, please no!"
"Little Becky hiccuped bubbles straight out of his mouth! My baby boy was so frightened of a suit of armor, he had bubbles coming out of him!"
Katrina tried so hard to stop chuckling.
"Bean latched onto me. I felt him jump and I would see a little bubble float over my head!"
Katrina mimicked the movement of a bubble as she finished her sentence. Phoebe blushed at the imagination of a little boy with hiccups.
"Please, no more embarrassing stories!"
"Miss Phoebe, do you happen to have one you'd like to share?" Annabelle placed a hand onto Phoebe's. The Sun-Att gave a long thought.
"Well, I love to make flower crowns. I love flowers."
"Oh, my boy does as well!" Annabelle exclaimed in excitement.
"He introduced me to some beautiful flora! We saved a forest once by regenerating it! One day I found a sunflower and a ladybug had crawled onto it! I was so excited to show my friends and peers, I put the sunflower over my ear! The other little kids got scared and ran after they saw the ladybug crawl across my cheek onto my nose!"
"That's not embarrassing!" Katrina snickered.
Beckett smiled. His cheeks blushed. He spoke up.
"That actually sounds adorable."
"It wasn't!" Phoebe gave a hearty laugh.
"The ladybug bit me!"
Annabelle squeezed Phoebe tight, almost suffocating her. Katrina gave her brother a hug, before squeezing her father's hand. She soon embraced Roger, as Beckett exchanged another hug with his mother. Annabelle whispered, pretty loudly, "Give me Sun grandbabies."
Katrina's mouth dropped. Phoebe blushed, a hint of warmth soon engulfing all five Attuned. Beckett's ears turned red. The old lady winked towards Phoebe, with a wide smile. Roger shook Beckett's hand before his parents departed.
"Tomorrow we have a day planned for you two!" Annabelle called before they got too far.
"Meet us at the Louvre!"
Beckett undressed to his underwear. Phoebe stared at the ceiling, as she sunk into the sheets. She was lost in thought. The brunette neatly folded his suit, before taking a spot next to his love.
"Are you thinking about what my mother said?"
She nodded. Beckett wrapped his arms around her, before tightening his grip. He adjusted until his position was comfortable.
"Pay no mind, my family lives to embarrass me."
"Beckett… they're proud of you."
He sighed. He then planted a kiss to her forehead.
"I know they are."
"You don't have to hide it, you know. You don't have to be so insecure."
"You make me less insecure. They love you, Phoebe. I've never felt so confident in my entire life."
"Do you mean I'm just that life-changing?" Phoebe gave a mischievous smile. A low chuckle came out of Beckett's lips.
"Let's just say you've changed my life in a million ways."
"What if I changed it even more?" Phoebe then brought her lips to Beckett's, her touch gentle but also hungry. He instantly returned the kiss, his arms wrapping around her shoulders and soft, blond locks. She soon broke the kiss, but he tried to continue as she was relieving her sentence.
"I mean, you've changed mine so much!"
"What do you mean about changing mine even more?"
"Because I'm just that irresistible."
They continued their kisses. Phoebe broke his third kiss yet again.
"Irresistible enough to make this night memorable," she said, mischievously.
A small tug with her teeth sent a shiver down his spine. She then unclipped the golden collar to her gown, as he tugged her braid. Her braid fell down to her figure, the length going down to her lower right breast. She stood from the bed, and slipped out of her gown. Beckett eyed her figure like a predator. His irises scoped hungrily over her abdomen.
"You truly look incredible," he said, softly, hushed breath.
Phoebe's breasts perked as his voice sent goosebumps over the back of her neck. She twiddled her thumbs around the underwear that curved around her hips. She brought the white lace undergarment down to the floor, before kicking them upwards. However, her clumsy nature allowed the underwear to fly and hit Beckett square in the face. Her eyes widened. Her hands ran over her mouth.
"I'm so sorry!" She panicked, soon jumping onto the bed and pulling the underwear off Beckett's head. He blew a few times, before laughing, his smile causing her to smile. She began to chuckle.
"You're adorable!" he said, softly. His loving eyes scoped to her braid. He began to untie the lower portion, before pulling each braid apart, until there was none left. Her hair was curly, and covered her whole upper torso.
"You look absolutely beautiful," Beckett gasped. He cupped her cheek, before pulling Phoebe back into a kiss. This time, it was much more passionate. His tongue slid past her lips, dancing with hers. She moaned. Beckett soon broke the kiss, before pushing Phoebe onto the sheets, her back exposed to the soft fabric. His lips met hers again. His hips moved against hers, his underwear brushing against her bare skin.
"Hold on," she said between kisses, before her toe curled around the stretchy fabric. He helped pull them down, before rubbing himself against her. His touch sent electric sparks through her.
"Not yet," she said, as Beckett planted his lips to her face buried deep in her hair, his breath hot. He sucked onto the collarbone. It hurt, but at the same time the feeling was invigorating. Phoebe channeled her invited energy towards her magic, unintentionally causing the room to light from her delight.
"Not yet," he said, before planting a kiss where he once was. Phoebe dimmed, looking down as Beckett trailed kisses down to her breasts. He cupped one, planting kisses to the other. He then trailed his tongue down the middle of her chest, then down to her stomach… and further.
His tongue stopped at her ankle. He moved back up, continuing his tongue down her right thigh, to her knee, down to her ankle. He moved back up slightly, raising her leg.
"What are you doing?" Phoebe gasped between breaths. Beckett smiled as he planted kisses to her kneecaps. He then raised her leg, then roamed his tongue against the back of her knee.
Phoebe's eyes widened. Her moans got louder, her desire burning with passion. She wanted him closer. She wanted him just inches above where he was. The blond moved her leg out of his grasp, before she gestured him to move up. Beckett's lips curled. He planted kisses back to her thigh, before sliding his tongue back up…
Phoebe instantly felt sparks surge through the area he planted his tongue to. He then roamed around to her core, his tongue scraping over every inch of her. The Sun-Attuned let out a loud moan. Her hands reached for the Metal-Attuned. Her fingers laced through the top of his head. Beckett felt a shiver travel down his spine. Regardless, his eyes kept closed and his tongue circled around her button. She couldn't take it. Her body jerked, her eyes closed shut. When the sparks finally traveled from her core to her brain, Phoebe let out a blood curdling moan, her voice making Beckett want to be inside her even more. When her pants and body calmed down from the massive orgasm, he then trailed hisses back up her abdomen, to her ribcage, then back to her neck.
"Take me!" Phoebe urged. Her arms were wrapped under his. His hard member caressed where his tongue just was. Phoebe shuddered again, the desire burning in both of them. When he entered inside, Phoebeplaced her hands over her face to muffle her moan. Once removing her hands, her teeth sank into his shoulder. He didn't mind, in fact, the adrenaline would make him go faster, harder. His movement caused Phoebe to jerk back and forth. Her moan stayed constant, changing pitch for every pound he put through her inside. His teeth dug into Phoebe's neck in return. The Sun-Attuned began to glow. Beckett kept his eyes closed to prevent blindness. The warmth caused his body to emit more sweat. His movement quickened… hardened. Phoebe's insides sparked more and more, like fireworks on Independence Day.
"More, MORE!" Phoebe shouted.
"I'll… do... anything," Beckett gasped, each pounding as hard as the last. Although it wasn't one part that was sparkling like stars. With her warmth inside him and the soft glow she emitted from the room, Beckett remained surprised and eager for more. He was, however, getting tired. That wasn't going to stop him from reaching his big moment.
His teeth scraped her shoulder, before his face met with hers. As his rhythm became quicker, yet shortened, he planted his lips to Phoebe's. Their noses rubbed one another, their pants and heavy breaths complimenting each other. Soon, the sensation was too much to bear. She felt him jerk inside her. Beckett shivered, his short moan sending a cold chill down Phoebe's spine. Soon, she felt a liquid enter inside her. Once he was finished, Beckett, while panting heavily, placed a kiss to her lips. His fingers caressed her damp, blond hair. His head dipped into her neck, breath still heavy. The air was hot, as the two bodies breathed in short rhythm. After a few minutes of joined bodies, Phoebe eased her way out of bed, before making it to the shower. Beckett remained in the bed, his hair damp, sticking to his forehead as he drenched in sweat. He moved from the bed, before joining Phoebe.
"Phoebe! Beckett!"
Roger opened the door as Beckett escorted Phoebe through. She tugged onto her white shorts. She donned an aqua-colored collar shirt, which was accented with a dark brown collar and a flower print. Her birthmark glistened as the shirt was sleeveless. She donned white 50's shades to cover the sun from her eyes. Complete with her ensemble was a pair of brown sandals. Beckett didn't don his signature blazer, but rather a collared burgundy shirt and beige trousers. Annabelle killed it with a collared shirt, sleeveless like Phoebe's. Her high-waisted slacks complimented her figure. Roger, however, remained business casual with a vest, contrasting Beckett's simpler style.
As the seats in the auditorium were taken, Phoebe had an odd feeling deep in the pit of her stomach. People exchanged words, causing the area to become a little overwhelming. Beckett squeezed her hand. She remained seated between him and Annabelle, who also noticed the claustrophobia.
"Sweetie, don't be alarmed. Focus on Katrina once she comes on stage."
"Thank you," Phoebe said, before taking a deep swallow.
Something just didn't feel right the moment Katrina walked on stage. It wasn't her at all. It wasn't the people applauding her appearance, it wasn't her sweet smile that lit up the room…
Once the conference was over, Katrina was given a bouquet of flowers. She had nothing but hugs to give in return. Phoebe still had that pit in her stomach, she began to feel dizzy, perceptive.
Suddenly, as they walked out the doors, and across the street, Shreya called Phoebe's name. She waved her hands frantically, and after the signal was permissed, she ran up to the group, panting heavily.
"Is everything alright?"
"Someone took Atlas!" Shreya then shouted, before losing legwork. Beckett caught her with ease. Katrina gasped.
"Mother, father, we will have to continue this another time," the brunette young woman said, with determination. Phoebe stood still. She was dizzy, the sun no longer feeling inviting. The passerby were drowned out by shapes, the noise brought to a high-pitched ringing in her ears.
"Phoebe!" Beckett called, before picking her up. Shreya had already regained her balance by that point.
When the group returned to the apartment, Beckett already saw what was coming. He carried her to the toilet, placing her within reach. Phoebe instantly vomited inside, viciously, crying at the same time. Katrina quickly scanned through any of Atlas' belongings. She found the Pend Pals bracelet.
"Atlas never wears it?" Shreya asked, suspiciously.
"She keeps it in her pocket." Phoebe shouted from the bathroom. Beckett had a seat next to the Sun-Att, his hand caressing up and down her back.
"Where did this attack happen?" Katrina asked, trying to remember the locater spell.
"Here, in this apartment."
As Shreya talked, Katrina cast the relocation spell onto the bracelet.
"A group of men barged in here and attacked us! Something was off about them! They knew magick but they also didn't seem… human."
"Beckett, I have a spell that will allow you to seek the location of Atlas through a portal. Only it will show visions of her location. I will need you to cast that spell for me.
"I know what it is," he said, softly. He approached his sister, before placing his hand over the bracelet. He closed his eyes. An image of a cemetery flashed before him, then a door… the door looked… off. The visions flashed to a gate if the cemetery, and then to a sign.
"Calvary cemetery… Southern Wyoming," he said in a loud whisper. He opened his eyes as the visions faded.
"Calvary Cemetery," Phoebe shouted from her room, before stumbling to a laptop on the coffee table. She placed the name into the search bar. A result came up that made her eyes widen.
"What is it, Phoebe?" Shreya asked, softly.
"You may want to lay down, Phoebe. You're not well-"
"I'm fine, Beckett!" She shouted as she sat, Indian style on the floor. She continued to read. Shreya approached, her eye scanning the screen.
"It says that Calvary Cemetery is the location of a portal…"
"A portal to where?" Asked Katrina.
Phoebe instantly got up and ran back to the bathroom. Beckett followed behind.
" A portal to Hell. "
