Chapter V

Walking leisurely around downtown, Phoebe settled down by the nearest bench, thoughts of Cole hadn't left her mind all day. Viewing her surroundings, she spotted a happy perfect little family. Smiling to herself, she knew that one day it would be Cole, their baby and her. Thoughts of Cole once again drifted back to her mind, but at least this time there was no anger behind it. It was just pure peaceful thought. Leaning back against the cold stone marble bench, she let out a tiresome sigh. She really just wanted to be home and patch things up with Cole. However, it was not in her nature to go and patch things up for the crime she didn't commit that Cole had proclaimed. Maybe Cole just felt insecure of Clay's visitation, but what if the premonition was true? What if she was going to cheat on Cole? What if Clay had come back for her? Questions like these just frustrated her, as it was to answer them. What if Cole was right? What if she really wanted Clay, but she was just denying it to herself and even worse, to Cole? No! Of course not, she loved Cole and only Cole. She would never do anything to hurt or emotionally destruct Cole in any form or way. Reassuring herself that she had no feelings left for Clay, except for as a friend, she moved on to peaceful, and happy thoughts.

Sitting silently in his office, Cole tried to do his paperwork. Shifting positions and resting his head against his palm, he continued trying to keep his mind off of Phoebe and his eyes on the document.

Meanwhile, Clay and Phoebe snuggled up comfortably on his bed. He looked at her dreamily; he brought his hand up to her face and brushed a few strands of hair to reveal her desirable face. Clay gave her an amusing smirk. It was a side of Phoebe Halliwell he had never seen before; sultry, lustful, and exciting. She almost fit into the profile of a seductress. She was all he ever wanted. He'd loved her once, and now he loved all over again.

Phoebe pushed his hand away, then pushed him down onto his back a bit hastily so she could be on top of him. Clay enjoyed the idea of Phoebe taking full control; he devilishly smiled as Phoebe straddled him. "Phoebe, what has gotten into you?"

"You." Phoebe firmly answered.

While he was enjoying Phoebe's little game, in the back of his mind he wondered what really had gotten into her. Just this morning she was this married woman with a baby, now she's just simply his. But somehow it didn't really feel like she was his. Looking into her eyes, all he could see was darkness, no spark, no light. What'd happened to the Phoebe Halliwell he used to know? In some weird unexplainable way, this was not the Phoebe he used to know and love. The Phoebe he knew was truthful, kind, generous, sweet, and especially not deceiving. Just thinking about it had made him feel dirty and shameful. What was he doing with another man's wife? Why was he doing this? This wasn't what he wanted. He didn't come back to 'Frisco to get Phoebe back, but to visit a friend. Now that he's here with her, it just felt like he had fallen for her all over again, despite the weird feelings. If he had known what had happened, he wouldn't have come back to San Francisco.

"Clay, Clay!" The annoyance of Phoebe's voice awakened him from his state of daydream. "Are you paying any attention?"

"Huh?" He snapped out of his thoughts.

"Take me home." Phoebe firmly said getting off of him.

"Why?" Clay looked confused.

"Because you're not enjoying it." Phoebe folded her arms across her chest looking as if she was mad.

"Of course I am. What are you talking about?" Ignoring all the feelings, he tried to comfort her. He climbed next to her and rested his head on her thigh.

"No, take me home." Phoebe insisted standing up abruptly; she let Clay's head fall off onto the bed carelessly. She walked to the foot of the bed to pick up her articles of clothing and put them on.

"Baby," Clay began, "I was just wondering what *really* had gotten into you."

"I told you, it's you." Phoebe confirmed. "It'd only been you. Cole was just my little boy toy. Someone to fill my needs, and now my need is you. And you can't even manage to do that, so I guess I rather go home to ol' boring workaholic Cole."

"Phoebe wait. If you wanted me back, then why didn't you just go back to New York?" Clay questioned looking into her eyes. Why was she saying this? Did she really love him? More confusion clouded his mind.

"I guess cause I want to you come back to me." Phoebe took a while. "You know what they say; 'If you love something, let it go. When it comes back, it's yours to keep.'"

"So what are you saying? Do you love me?" Clay asked. Kneeling down to the floor, he gathered his clothes. He then followed Phoebe out the door, as he buttoned up his shirt.

"I suppose." Phoebe continued to walk. She walked down the corridor toward the elevator, with Clay close behind.

In the elevator, Phoebe stood quietly, Clay turned to ask her where was she going. She plainly replied she was going back to the penthouse, but before Clay could ask another question, they arrived at the lobby. As the door slid open, there was what looked like a newlywed couple awaiting the arrival of the elevator anxiously.

Cole sat uncomfortably against the black leather chair, staring down at the document trying to focus on the suspect's profile. He picked up the phone and decided to call Phoebe. Unfortunately her phone was turned off. He began thinking about his reaction toward Clay's visitation. What if he had been wrong about Phoebe and Clay? Phoebe loves him. She would never do anything to hurt him anyway. Thinking about it, he now regretted ever going off on Phoebe. But what if she really went after Clay now, just to get back at him for his own stupidity? He then tried the house, with no luck and he hung up the phone. He was then determined to go look for Phoebe. Driving around parks to look for her, he stopped by the closest florist shop to pick up Phoebe's favourite flowers. He walked out with a fresh bouquet of red roses in his hand; he delicately set it down on the passenger seat, and drove off.

"What exactly are we doing here?" Clay finally asked her.

"I don't exactly know," Phoebe stated. She opened the door and led Clay into the house "but I know what I want to do." She pulled Clay down to her at once, and began to kiss him hungrily. Clay returned the desire by holding her tightly, he then grabbed her hips and pulled her up toward him. She slightly pulled away, grabbed Clay's hand, and guided him to the bedroom.

"What if he comes home?" Clay suddenly asked, unspoken thoughts lingering in the back of his mind.

"So what? Are you afraid of him? Besides he doesn't get home till later." Phoebe hoarsely replied. He snickered and replied "No." just before she pushed him onto the bed. She gradually climbed on top of him, and started to nibble on his neck to get him warmed up. Without warning, she ripped his shirt open, exposing his masculine body. It's obvious he worked out practically everyday. She ran her hands all over his tight muscular body, slowly she moved toward his hard rock abs. Clay trembled at her touch, when excitement took over his body. "Phoebe!" He huskily called out. Without replying, she lowered herself down to him, and kissed every inch of his body. While her hands wandered down toward his crotch, she slightly tugged on the belt then unbuckled it. She traced kisses down his abdomen, soon reaching his pants. She gave him a glaze before she unbuttoned his pants with her teeth. Leisurely slipping his pants down, along with his boxers. She looked up mischievously at him, and grabbed his shaft and teased it with her tongue. She whirled the tip of her tongue around the head of his erection making him wild. He moved a bit, before Phoebe took him into her mouth. With one hand she gently held his shaft, and the other she unclothed herself, she slipped off top and skirt, revealing her bare rear end.

Now with the free hand, she placed it under his testicles and cradled it. He couldn't take the teasing any longer, and he sat straight up, grabbed her hands, and pushed her onto her back. She gasped in surprise, while he entered her. He then pulled out of her and thrust in her harder, making her cry out. He silenced her with a passionate kiss. Drifting away from reality, they silently made love.

Happily pulling into the parking lot, Cole cheerfully got out of the car, but not right before he grabbed the bouquet of roses. Hurrying up into the lobby, anxiously waiting for the elevator to reach the tower, he fixed his hair, and hoped Phoebe would be home. Opening the door excitedly, he glazed around the house for a sign of her. He suddenly heard a low moan. Frowning slightly, he headed toward the bedroom. Then there was that moaning again. Hanging onto the knob, he leaned against the door, tuning in on what was happening inside. Brusquely turning the knob, he pushed the door open, revealing two pairs of eyes aiming up at him with shocked expressions.