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A/N: Thank you to all who reviewed. I'm pretty sure I just screwed up my bio exam, so I need some venting time spent on ff! Hope this one is okay, seeing as I seem to have left my normal storyline behind.
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"Phoebe!" Cole called out, hurrying down the attic steps after her. He almost collided with her at the foot of them. She was standing waiting for him, her arms crossed to hide her hands.
"Cole, if I asked you to forget what you saw out there. . .?" Phoebe began.
"Normally, I would." Cole said, wearing a slight frown. "But now I'm curious." Phoebe sighed.
"It's so embarrassing." She muttered. "It got stuck."
"The wedding band?" Cole asked. Phoebe nodded. "I thought that was what it was. . ." Cole added quietly. "Let me see." He held out his hand.
At first reluctant, Phoebe gave in and placed her hand in his left hand. She almost pulled away instantly as they made contact, an indescribable tingle fluttering up her arm. She managed to restrain herself, which became harder to do as Cole gently stroked her ring finger.
"I tried soap, shampoo. . .even canola oil!" Phoebe exclaimed. Cole smiled slightly. He fingered the ring on her finger, before pulling at it. It came off smoothly and gently. Phoebe couldn't believe it, she resorted instead to glaring at the small ring. "It wasn't coming off before. . ." She muttered seeing Cole's wry smile. He handed her the ring.
"I'm sure it didn't. . ." Cole said, trying to hide his amusement.
"Hmm." Phoebe mumbled, heading downstairs. She stopped when she met Piper in the foyer.
"Did you find out who it was?" Piper asked, grabbing her handbag from the small table.
"Yeah. . .Nox or something. Not important. Where are you going?" She asked.
"Club. I'm meeting Leo there, we won't be back till way after your bedtime." She said with a smile.
"And Paige?" Phoebe asked.
"She took wade and Wyatt to that all-night-bowling alley. She asked you yesterday, remember?" Piper said with a frown.
"Yeah. . .that's right." Phoebe said. In truth she had forgotten she had even spoken to Paige about it.
"Are you okay?" Piper asked.
"Yeah. . .I just. . ." She began.
"Broke up with Brian?" Piper guessed.
"Yeah, how'd you know?" Phoebe asked, surprised.
"He hasn't called in twelve hours." Piper said with a shrug. "Sure you're okay?"
"Yeah." Phoebe reiterated.
"Want to come to the club with us?"
"I have a lot of work to do. . ." Phoebe muttered. She had to remember not to let it pile on her in the future. She said goodbye to Piper, and headed to the kitchen to see what was possible dinner material.
"Where is everyone?" Cole said, entering after her. Phoebe didn't turn around.
"Out." Phoebe said simply. "Want to stay for dinner? I could use the company." Cole thought about it for a moment.
"Sure the embarrassment won't kill you?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. When Phoebe pulled her head out of the fridge to glare at him, he smiled. "Sure. I'll stay."
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An hour later they were sitting in the living room. Phoebe was sitting, her legs underneath her, on the armchair, with her laptop on her lap, typing at an extraordinary speed. Cole was sitting on the couch opposite her, ingrossed in a magazine. Phoebe looked up after a moment of typing.
"It really wouldn't come off." She said, breaking the comfortable silence. Cole glanced up at her from above the magazine.
"Hmmm." He said with a lopsided grin. Phoebe frowned at him, but didn't say anything else. She once again bent over her laptop and continued to type. A couple of minutes later she paused spoke again.
"What's another word for 'forever'?" She asked, looking up at Cole.
Cole thought for a moment. "Ceaseless. . .eternal. . ." He paused, "Immortal." Phoebe stared at him in silent thought for a moment, before bending her head and typing some more. "What are you typing anyway?"
"Script for the show next week." Phoebe said, not looking up.
"What's it on?" Cole asked, placing down the magazine on the coffee table and leaning forward.
"How cows dance better than men." Phoebe said. She looked at Cole for a moment, before her eyes fell on the laptop again, and amused look on her face.
"You mean some men." Cole said after a moments pause.
Without looking up, Phoebe shook her head. "All men."
"Phoebe." Cole said with a half laugh. "I can dance." Phoebe stopped typing and looked at Cole. She removed the laptop from her lap and sat up on the couch, taking off her glasses.
"I know you can Cole, but I' not talking modern dancing, I'm talking ballroom dancing." She said. "Remember that charity ball we went to on our first few dates? My feet were bruised from the amount of times you stepped on them!" Phoebe was obviously enjoying tormenting Cole like this.
"Times have changed, Phoebe." Cole retorted playfully. "That was a long time ago, I'm a changed man."
"I'm sure you are, Cole." She said with a smirk, reaching out to grab her glasses again. Before she could, however, Cole reached over and pulled them from her grasp.
"Is that a challenge?" He asked.
"No, it wasn't a challenge." Phoebe said, holding out her hand for her glasses. Instead of returning them, Cole placed them even further from her reach. He waved his hand, and music came blaring from the radio in the next room. He waved it again, and it changed channels, and the music was altered to a slow, classical tune.
"You shouldn't use your powers for such meagre jobs." Phoebe said in a mock English accent. Cole stood up and offered her his hand. "It wasn't a challenge." Phoebe repeated, suddenly serious.
"It sounded like a challenge to me." Cole said. "Unless your afraid I'll-- "
"I'm not afraid you'll show me up, Cole. That's the least of all my fears! Because it's absolutely impossible." She gave him a wry smile. Cole said nothing for a moment, then before Phoebe could retaliate, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet.
"Cole!" Phoebe exclaimed as his right hand found her waist, the other enclosing her hand. As they moved around the room, Phoebe had no choice but to place her hand on his shoulder for stability. It was many minutes later that Phoebe began to feel uncomfortable. Not because the situation was awkward, but because it wasn't. Cole wasn't holding her hand away from his body anymore, instead he was holding it close to his chest. She could feel his warm breath on her ear, and she jumped when he spoke.
"I'm not that bad, am I?" He asked.
"No, you're not that bad." Phoebe said with a small smile. There was a moment's pause before Cole broke the silence.
"I've been thinking a lot about what you said last night. . .about you, me and Wade being a family. Is it so impossible?" He asked. Phoebe pulled back slightly so she was looking into his eyes. "I know you're scared of this. Of us. But I am too."
"You are?" Phoebe asked, confused.
"I am." Cole said. "I'm afraid I'll lose control again. I'm afraid that I'll so powerless to stop myself. That I'll hurt you, your sisters. . .Wade." He closed his eyes. "But then sometimes I'm willing to risk it, because I know I can fight it. That I'm good enough to fight it. And I know it would never happen again."
"Cole. . ." Phoebe whispered. "I don't know. . ."
"I'm not trying to force you into anything. This isn't like last time." He said. "I just--"
"I know. I know this is different. I just don't know if I'm willing to risk it." Phoebe said. They had stopped moving now, instead they were just standing stationery, but so close together.
"Risk it for me." Cole pleaded. "For you and Wade. You've thought about it. You told me. Don't you want to make it reality?"
"Of course I do, Cole." Phoebe said. "Honestly, you were the only person I ever thought about having a family with."
Cole leaned back slightly. "Is that a yes?" He asked. Phoebe smiled.
"I only broke up with Brian yesterday." She said, vaguely amused.
"I know you did." Cole replied. "But, and correct me if I'm wrong, I think inside you left him a long time ago." Phoebe's silence told Cole that his statement was correct. He felt Phoebe nodding.
"Okay." She said simply.
"Okay?" He asked, leaning back so he was gazing at her.
"Okay." She reiterated. "But we have to take it slowly."
"I can do that." Cole said with a smile. He raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek. "If I kissed you now, would that be moving too fast?" Inches from his face, Phoebe couldn't resist. She shook her head, and leaned forward, their lips meeting softly at first, soon growing more urgent. Phoebe hardly noticed as he shimmered them into her room and laid her down on her bed. He pulled away abruptly. "This is too fast. . ." He said softly, half questioning. Phoebe gazed at him. Maybe it was too fast, but it didn't seem like it. It felt like she had been waiting for this for a lifetime.
"No. . .it's not." She whispered, pulling him forward so their lips met again. And she felt absolutely no regrets whatsoever.
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A/N: Thank you to all who reviewed. I'm pretty sure I just screwed up my bio exam, so I need some venting time spent on ff! Hope this one is okay, seeing as I seem to have left my normal storyline behind.
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"Phoebe!" Cole called out, hurrying down the attic steps after her. He almost collided with her at the foot of them. She was standing waiting for him, her arms crossed to hide her hands.
"Cole, if I asked you to forget what you saw out there. . .?" Phoebe began.
"Normally, I would." Cole said, wearing a slight frown. "But now I'm curious." Phoebe sighed.
"It's so embarrassing." She muttered. "It got stuck."
"The wedding band?" Cole asked. Phoebe nodded. "I thought that was what it was. . ." Cole added quietly. "Let me see." He held out his hand.
At first reluctant, Phoebe gave in and placed her hand in his left hand. She almost pulled away instantly as they made contact, an indescribable tingle fluttering up her arm. She managed to restrain herself, which became harder to do as Cole gently stroked her ring finger.
"I tried soap, shampoo. . .even canola oil!" Phoebe exclaimed. Cole smiled slightly. He fingered the ring on her finger, before pulling at it. It came off smoothly and gently. Phoebe couldn't believe it, she resorted instead to glaring at the small ring. "It wasn't coming off before. . ." She muttered seeing Cole's wry smile. He handed her the ring.
"I'm sure it didn't. . ." Cole said, trying to hide his amusement.
"Hmm." Phoebe mumbled, heading downstairs. She stopped when she met Piper in the foyer.
"Did you find out who it was?" Piper asked, grabbing her handbag from the small table.
"Yeah. . .Nox or something. Not important. Where are you going?" She asked.
"Club. I'm meeting Leo there, we won't be back till way after your bedtime." She said with a smile.
"And Paige?" Phoebe asked.
"She took wade and Wyatt to that all-night-bowling alley. She asked you yesterday, remember?" Piper said with a frown.
"Yeah. . .that's right." Phoebe said. In truth she had forgotten she had even spoken to Paige about it.
"Are you okay?" Piper asked.
"Yeah. . .I just. . ." She began.
"Broke up with Brian?" Piper guessed.
"Yeah, how'd you know?" Phoebe asked, surprised.
"He hasn't called in twelve hours." Piper said with a shrug. "Sure you're okay?"
"Yeah." Phoebe reiterated.
"Want to come to the club with us?"
"I have a lot of work to do. . ." Phoebe muttered. She had to remember not to let it pile on her in the future. She said goodbye to Piper, and headed to the kitchen to see what was possible dinner material.
"Where is everyone?" Cole said, entering after her. Phoebe didn't turn around.
"Out." Phoebe said simply. "Want to stay for dinner? I could use the company." Cole thought about it for a moment.
"Sure the embarrassment won't kill you?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. When Phoebe pulled her head out of the fridge to glare at him, he smiled. "Sure. I'll stay."
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An hour later they were sitting in the living room. Phoebe was sitting, her legs underneath her, on the armchair, with her laptop on her lap, typing at an extraordinary speed. Cole was sitting on the couch opposite her, ingrossed in a magazine. Phoebe looked up after a moment of typing.
"It really wouldn't come off." She said, breaking the comfortable silence. Cole glanced up at her from above the magazine.
"Hmmm." He said with a lopsided grin. Phoebe frowned at him, but didn't say anything else. She once again bent over her laptop and continued to type. A couple of minutes later she paused spoke again.
"What's another word for 'forever'?" She asked, looking up at Cole.
Cole thought for a moment. "Ceaseless. . .eternal. . ." He paused, "Immortal." Phoebe stared at him in silent thought for a moment, before bending her head and typing some more. "What are you typing anyway?"
"Script for the show next week." Phoebe said, not looking up.
"What's it on?" Cole asked, placing down the magazine on the coffee table and leaning forward.
"How cows dance better than men." Phoebe said. She looked at Cole for a moment, before her eyes fell on the laptop again, and amused look on her face.
"You mean some men." Cole said after a moments pause.
Without looking up, Phoebe shook her head. "All men."
"Phoebe." Cole said with a half laugh. "I can dance." Phoebe stopped typing and looked at Cole. She removed the laptop from her lap and sat up on the couch, taking off her glasses.
"I know you can Cole, but I' not talking modern dancing, I'm talking ballroom dancing." She said. "Remember that charity ball we went to on our first few dates? My feet were bruised from the amount of times you stepped on them!" Phoebe was obviously enjoying tormenting Cole like this.
"Times have changed, Phoebe." Cole retorted playfully. "That was a long time ago, I'm a changed man."
"I'm sure you are, Cole." She said with a smirk, reaching out to grab her glasses again. Before she could, however, Cole reached over and pulled them from her grasp.
"Is that a challenge?" He asked.
"No, it wasn't a challenge." Phoebe said, holding out her hand for her glasses. Instead of returning them, Cole placed them even further from her reach. He waved his hand, and music came blaring from the radio in the next room. He waved it again, and it changed channels, and the music was altered to a slow, classical tune.
"You shouldn't use your powers for such meagre jobs." Phoebe said in a mock English accent. Cole stood up and offered her his hand. "It wasn't a challenge." Phoebe repeated, suddenly serious.
"It sounded like a challenge to me." Cole said. "Unless your afraid I'll-- "
"I'm not afraid you'll show me up, Cole. That's the least of all my fears! Because it's absolutely impossible." She gave him a wry smile. Cole said nothing for a moment, then before Phoebe could retaliate, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet.
"Cole!" Phoebe exclaimed as his right hand found her waist, the other enclosing her hand. As they moved around the room, Phoebe had no choice but to place her hand on his shoulder for stability. It was many minutes later that Phoebe began to feel uncomfortable. Not because the situation was awkward, but because it wasn't. Cole wasn't holding her hand away from his body anymore, instead he was holding it close to his chest. She could feel his warm breath on her ear, and she jumped when he spoke.
"I'm not that bad, am I?" He asked.
"No, you're not that bad." Phoebe said with a small smile. There was a moment's pause before Cole broke the silence.
"I've been thinking a lot about what you said last night. . .about you, me and Wade being a family. Is it so impossible?" He asked. Phoebe pulled back slightly so she was looking into his eyes. "I know you're scared of this. Of us. But I am too."
"You are?" Phoebe asked, confused.
"I am." Cole said. "I'm afraid I'll lose control again. I'm afraid that I'll so powerless to stop myself. That I'll hurt you, your sisters. . .Wade." He closed his eyes. "But then sometimes I'm willing to risk it, because I know I can fight it. That I'm good enough to fight it. And I know it would never happen again."
"Cole. . ." Phoebe whispered. "I don't know. . ."
"I'm not trying to force you into anything. This isn't like last time." He said. "I just--"
"I know. I know this is different. I just don't know if I'm willing to risk it." Phoebe said. They had stopped moving now, instead they were just standing stationery, but so close together.
"Risk it for me." Cole pleaded. "For you and Wade. You've thought about it. You told me. Don't you want to make it reality?"
"Of course I do, Cole." Phoebe said. "Honestly, you were the only person I ever thought about having a family with."
Cole leaned back slightly. "Is that a yes?" He asked. Phoebe smiled.
"I only broke up with Brian yesterday." She said, vaguely amused.
"I know you did." Cole replied. "But, and correct me if I'm wrong, I think inside you left him a long time ago." Phoebe's silence told Cole that his statement was correct. He felt Phoebe nodding.
"Okay." She said simply.
"Okay?" He asked, leaning back so he was gazing at her.
"Okay." She reiterated. "But we have to take it slowly."
"I can do that." Cole said with a smile. He raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek. "If I kissed you now, would that be moving too fast?" Inches from his face, Phoebe couldn't resist. She shook her head, and leaned forward, their lips meeting softly at first, soon growing more urgent. Phoebe hardly noticed as he shimmered them into her room and laid her down on her bed. He pulled away abruptly. "This is too fast. . ." He said softly, half questioning. Phoebe gazed at him. Maybe it was too fast, but it didn't seem like it. It felt like she had been waiting for this for a lifetime.
"No. . .it's not." She whispered, pulling him forward so their lips met again. And she felt absolutely no regrets whatsoever.
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