Chapter 18: A Step Closer: 2
"Junior, baby, let's go." Phoebe called, coming out of her room dressed in a knee-length black chiffon strapless dress with beautiful sequent around her chest.
"Wow, you're—wow." Cole stopped in the middle of the hallway stunned by Phoebe's dress. It'd been a long time since he'd seen her in something like that. The dress hugged her body perfectly and showed off all her curves. She looked as beautiful as the day he first laid eyes on her. "You look exquisite."
Modestly smiled at him, she batted her flashes before answering, "Thank you. Are you sure you don't want to come?"
"I'm positive." Cole assured her. "Go on, have fun. Enjoy yourself."
"I will." She nodded, right before Junior exited his room.
"Finally!" Junior said, emphasizing by putting his hands on his hips with a small black blazer hanging off of the crook of his arm, "You took forever Mommy."
Looked at him shockingly and with a hint of amusement, she couldn't help but chuckled and playfully pinched his chin and helped him put on his blazer.
"I wondered where he got that from." Phoebe looked up cynically at Cole.
He made a face and then smiled.
"Ok, let's go before Aunt Piper snap at us for being late—again. " Phoebe grabbed his hand and walked to the front door.
"She always snaps." Junior mindlessly answered.
"Don't tell her that." Phoebe warned with a laugh.
"Oh wait!" Junior pulled back and took his hand back. "I forgot your present."
He quickly ran to his room and came out with a card on his hand.
"Happy Birthday Mommy." Junior handed her a colourful decorated card. "Daddy helped me made it."
"Oh, you didn't have to, baby." She said, placing her hand over her chest. "Thank you." She opened up the card and saw a picture of her and Junior as a baby with flowers surrounding the photo; she then looked up at Cole and said: "And thank you."
"Glad to help anytime." Cole replied, "Now go before you're late for your birthday dinner."
"Good-night."
"Have a good time."
"Bye Daddy."
"Bye buddy."
Then the door slammed shut leaving him alone in the vacant penthouse.
"So this is my life now." Cole mumbled, pacing to the kitchen. "A housesitter."
Several hours later, the door crept opened and entered Phoebe with an already asleep Junior in her arms.
As she walked into the living room, the TV was blaring up the room and Cole was reclining peacefully on the sofa sleeping like a baby with a remote on his hand.
Shaking her head lightly, she headed towards Junior's room and settled him down on his bed and put the cover of over him. She didn't bother changing him into his pj's so she wouldn't wake him up.
Heading out into her room and pulled out an extra blanket, and walked out into the living room.
Vaguely sighed, she walked over to the sofa and took the remote control from Cole's grasp and turned off the TV. She then gently threw the cover over him and sighed again.
Bending over to get a closer look at him, a wave of sadness swayed over her, again. She wanted to so desperately touch him as she brought her hand close to his cheeks, but then stopped.
Even when he's asleep, he still looked handsome and desirable; maybe even more so when his intense blue eyes aren't piercing at her. Not that it was a bad thing, just that she just wanted him more without him looking at her and making her paranoid, thinking that he could read her every thought and distracting her from wanting him, but instead thinking if he had a staring problem.
Mesmerized him for a while longer, she tremblingly rose up her hand and swept it across his forehead while her thumb caressed his skin; followed by her head started closing up on his cheek. Unknowingly to her, she lightly kissed him and suddenly an arm reached out and grabbed her waist. Snapped his eyes opened, he pulled her in for a wild kiss.
Snatched away from him, she screamed and hit his chest powerfully. "You bastard!"
"What?" Cole shrieked in confusion. "You started it, I was just helping." He humored.
"I can't believe you!" Phoebe fumed and stumped to her room.
Jumped up onto his feet, Cole marched to her room.
"Hey, I didn't kiss you ok? You kissed me." Cole defended.
"You were wake all this time weren't you?" She ignored his comment.
"Yeah," he simply answered, "I knew if I did that something might happen."
"What did you think was gonna happen?" Phoebe demanded.
"That you will speak your true feelings if you thought I was asleep."
"I didn't say anything."
"Something just goes unsaid." Cole replied.
"Like what?" She turned from him.
Without answering, he grabbed her shoulders and twirled her around, and forced her into his embrace.
For the first few moments she had resisted him, but, then finally gave into his embrace.
Resting her head relaxingly on the crook of his arm, as her arms draped around his neck, he lightly lifted her up and gently laid her on her bed. He pulled her hand back behind her head and nibbled on her neck and earlobes. Tugged her closer to him, he moved back to her lips and kissed her hungrily.
"Cole," she moaned, as she arched her back to smash their bodies together. It'd been six years since she had felt so alive with such pleasure. All those yearning had built up for many years were waiting to burst and to be taken away.
Moving to his side, he tugged her along and undid her dress without breaking their kiss. Sliding it off quickly he then removed his shirt. Retrieved her hands back to her side, she quickly tried to undo his pants, right before he caught her hands.
"No." He whispered huskily.
"What?" She asked, still kissing him, reluctant to let go of him.
"We can't." Cole uttered, while gathering all of his self-control to pull away from Phoebe.
"Yes, we can. This is a free country." Phoebe hoarsely joked, then smiled mischievously at him.
"We shouldn't." Cole climbed off of her.
"Why not damn it!" She exclaimed. "You got me all hot and then decide to leave?"
"No," Cole replied, "this is not what you want."
"The hell it isn't, but you started this, so finish it." She demanded.
Surprised by her comment, he looked at her cockily, with one eyebrow raised up high and an amused smile across his lips. He quickly gave a kiss and grabbed his clothes and walked out of her room.
"Get back here you little wiener!" Phoebe called after him.
"Don't say that; people might get the wrong idea." Cole added, before walking out the door.
Signed in irritation, Phoebe was left by herself with a cover over her chest.
"Junior, baby, let's go." Phoebe called, coming out of her room dressed in a knee-length black chiffon strapless dress with beautiful sequent around her chest.
"Wow, you're—wow." Cole stopped in the middle of the hallway stunned by Phoebe's dress. It'd been a long time since he'd seen her in something like that. The dress hugged her body perfectly and showed off all her curves. She looked as beautiful as the day he first laid eyes on her. "You look exquisite."
Modestly smiled at him, she batted her flashes before answering, "Thank you. Are you sure you don't want to come?"
"I'm positive." Cole assured her. "Go on, have fun. Enjoy yourself."
"I will." She nodded, right before Junior exited his room.
"Finally!" Junior said, emphasizing by putting his hands on his hips with a small black blazer hanging off of the crook of his arm, "You took forever Mommy."
Looked at him shockingly and with a hint of amusement, she couldn't help but chuckled and playfully pinched his chin and helped him put on his blazer.
"I wondered where he got that from." Phoebe looked up cynically at Cole.
He made a face and then smiled.
"Ok, let's go before Aunt Piper snap at us for being late—again. " Phoebe grabbed his hand and walked to the front door.
"She always snaps." Junior mindlessly answered.
"Don't tell her that." Phoebe warned with a laugh.
"Oh wait!" Junior pulled back and took his hand back. "I forgot your present."
He quickly ran to his room and came out with a card on his hand.
"Happy Birthday Mommy." Junior handed her a colourful decorated card. "Daddy helped me made it."
"Oh, you didn't have to, baby." She said, placing her hand over her chest. "Thank you." She opened up the card and saw a picture of her and Junior as a baby with flowers surrounding the photo; she then looked up at Cole and said: "And thank you."
"Glad to help anytime." Cole replied, "Now go before you're late for your birthday dinner."
"Good-night."
"Have a good time."
"Bye Daddy."
"Bye buddy."
Then the door slammed shut leaving him alone in the vacant penthouse.
"So this is my life now." Cole mumbled, pacing to the kitchen. "A housesitter."
Several hours later, the door crept opened and entered Phoebe with an already asleep Junior in her arms.
As she walked into the living room, the TV was blaring up the room and Cole was reclining peacefully on the sofa sleeping like a baby with a remote on his hand.
Shaking her head lightly, she headed towards Junior's room and settled him down on his bed and put the cover of over him. She didn't bother changing him into his pj's so she wouldn't wake him up.
Heading out into her room and pulled out an extra blanket, and walked out into the living room.
Vaguely sighed, she walked over to the sofa and took the remote control from Cole's grasp and turned off the TV. She then gently threw the cover over him and sighed again.
Bending over to get a closer look at him, a wave of sadness swayed over her, again. She wanted to so desperately touch him as she brought her hand close to his cheeks, but then stopped.
Even when he's asleep, he still looked handsome and desirable; maybe even more so when his intense blue eyes aren't piercing at her. Not that it was a bad thing, just that she just wanted him more without him looking at her and making her paranoid, thinking that he could read her every thought and distracting her from wanting him, but instead thinking if he had a staring problem.
Mesmerized him for a while longer, she tremblingly rose up her hand and swept it across his forehead while her thumb caressed his skin; followed by her head started closing up on his cheek. Unknowingly to her, she lightly kissed him and suddenly an arm reached out and grabbed her waist. Snapped his eyes opened, he pulled her in for a wild kiss.
Snatched away from him, she screamed and hit his chest powerfully. "You bastard!"
"What?" Cole shrieked in confusion. "You started it, I was just helping." He humored.
"I can't believe you!" Phoebe fumed and stumped to her room.
Jumped up onto his feet, Cole marched to her room.
"Hey, I didn't kiss you ok? You kissed me." Cole defended.
"You were wake all this time weren't you?" She ignored his comment.
"Yeah," he simply answered, "I knew if I did that something might happen."
"What did you think was gonna happen?" Phoebe demanded.
"That you will speak your true feelings if you thought I was asleep."
"I didn't say anything."
"Something just goes unsaid." Cole replied.
"Like what?" She turned from him.
Without answering, he grabbed her shoulders and twirled her around, and forced her into his embrace.
For the first few moments she had resisted him, but, then finally gave into his embrace.
Resting her head relaxingly on the crook of his arm, as her arms draped around his neck, he lightly lifted her up and gently laid her on her bed. He pulled her hand back behind her head and nibbled on her neck and earlobes. Tugged her closer to him, he moved back to her lips and kissed her hungrily.
"Cole," she moaned, as she arched her back to smash their bodies together. It'd been six years since she had felt so alive with such pleasure. All those yearning had built up for many years were waiting to burst and to be taken away.
Moving to his side, he tugged her along and undid her dress without breaking their kiss. Sliding it off quickly he then removed his shirt. Retrieved her hands back to her side, she quickly tried to undo his pants, right before he caught her hands.
"No." He whispered huskily.
"What?" She asked, still kissing him, reluctant to let go of him.
"We can't." Cole uttered, while gathering all of his self-control to pull away from Phoebe.
"Yes, we can. This is a free country." Phoebe hoarsely joked, then smiled mischievously at him.
"We shouldn't." Cole climbed off of her.
"Why not damn it!" She exclaimed. "You got me all hot and then decide to leave?"
"No," Cole replied, "this is not what you want."
"The hell it isn't, but you started this, so finish it." She demanded.
Surprised by her comment, he looked at her cockily, with one eyebrow raised up high and an amused smile across his lips. He quickly gave a kiss and grabbed his clothes and walked out of her room.
"Get back here you little wiener!" Phoebe called after him.
"Don't say that; people might get the wrong idea." Cole added, before walking out the door.
Signed in irritation, Phoebe was left by herself with a cover over her chest.