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Chapter 13
Tenderness
Cole was eager to prove he was as good as his word. If his lady wanted TLC then that was what she was going to get. He set Phoebe down near the bathroom door and retreated into the bedroom for a few minutes. He returned bearing nightclothes, bathrobes, slippers, and lotion.
"What are you doing?" she asked on a giggle. "I'm about to give you a sponge bath," he informed her. Any objections?" "Absolutely none that I can think of counselor. Except of course that we can't get my cast wet. "I'll be careful," he promised. He then opened the door to the bathroom and set the load of supplies he was carrying inside.
Cole then raced down the hall again and this time returned with a chair. He ushered Phoebe inside, set down the chair, and instructed her to sit. "Now just relax and let me take care of everything. "Yes sir, " she said saluting him.
He grabbed a basin from the cupboard and then turned on the tap in the bathtub. Cole held his hand under the stream until he felt the water was just the right temperature, and then he added some liquid soap. Once the preparations were finished, Cole turned back to Phoebe. She was smiling at him dreamily. She looked as beautiful as she always did to him but she also looked exhausted.
It was going to be extremely difficult but he vowed that tonight was going to be G rated, well maybe PG. They were going to have the rest of their lives together to share the incredible passion that existed between them. Tonight she just needed rest and relaxation.
Cole took a deep breath to steel his resolve. He knelt before Phoebe and gently washed her face, the hand on her good arm, as well as the fingertips on the injured one. Setting aside the sponge for a moment he began to unzip the over sized shirt jacket she had on. His good intentions almost went out the window when he discovered she was only wearing one of her favorite lacy bras underneath. It didn't help matters any either when she pulled his head down until their lips touched. He couldn't resist the meeting of their mouths so he gave her one deep kiss before pulling away.
They were both still breathing hard when he said, "here I'd better help you put these on." Phoebe buried her face in her hands when she saw what he was holding. "Man, I thought I had thrown those out when you first moved in. Flannel Tweety pajamas are hardly what I want you to see me in. Couldn't you have picked out something more, oh say, Victoria's Secret?"
"These are kind of cute, and besides they'll help me to help you get what you really require tonight which is sleep." "Ah, Cole when I said before that all I needed from you was to hold me tonight, I didn't mean that completely literally. You can, ahem, do other things too." She punctuated her words by blowing in his ear.
Cole closed his eyes and counted to ten. When he was sure he could speak legibly he said: "While that is a definitely tempting offer, I'm not going to take you up on it. It's been too intense a day and I know you're hurting in more ways than one. So whether you meant it that way or not, let me hold you, and I do mean just hold you tonight.
"You know for an ex-half demon you sure do have a chivalrous streak a mile wide." "Well that's because you make it easy to care for you, well maybe easy isn't exactly the word I'm looking for. Now please have some pity on me and let's get these pjs on you. "
When Phoebe was finally clothed in the flannel, Cole thought he was safe. His future bride, however, had other ideas. "Your turn to get ready for bed," she whispered. "Take off your shirt." "I have a better idea," he responded. "Why don't you go back to our room, and I'll join you there in a few minutes."
"Hey you big bad putty tat are you afraid little ole me has designs on your virtue?" "Um, yes! Now behave." "Aww that's no fun. Now take off that shirt buster, pretty please. The contradiction in that one statement was just so totally Phoebe. Tough as nails one minute and sweet as a candy bar the next. Cole laughed and did as she said. As he'd discovered so often before resisting her was futile.
Phoebe wandered over to get his robe off the counter. "Hey buddy this isn't fair. I get stuck in something that makes me look like I should still be playing with Barbie dolls, and you get to wear a blue satin robe that matches your eyes perfectly. Which by the way was the whole reason I bought it for you last Christmas. Are you trying to drive me insane or what?"
"Hey turn about is fair play. You've practically driven me insane from day one." "Yeah, yeah, yeah, well I'm about to drive you even crazier if I have anything to say about it," she said as she slowly began advancing on him.
Just then a loud shriek came from above them. "What now?" Phoebe asked in frustration. "Are we being invaded by flying monkeys or something?" "My virtue saved by a squeal," Cole said. "You can run but you can't hide mister, this is just a time out." She handed him his robe which he donned while they were rushing towards the attic.
Chapter 13
Tenderness
Cole was eager to prove he was as good as his word. If his lady wanted TLC then that was what she was going to get. He set Phoebe down near the bathroom door and retreated into the bedroom for a few minutes. He returned bearing nightclothes, bathrobes, slippers, and lotion.
"What are you doing?" she asked on a giggle. "I'm about to give you a sponge bath," he informed her. Any objections?" "Absolutely none that I can think of counselor. Except of course that we can't get my cast wet. "I'll be careful," he promised. He then opened the door to the bathroom and set the load of supplies he was carrying inside.
Cole then raced down the hall again and this time returned with a chair. He ushered Phoebe inside, set down the chair, and instructed her to sit. "Now just relax and let me take care of everything. "Yes sir, " she said saluting him.
He grabbed a basin from the cupboard and then turned on the tap in the bathtub. Cole held his hand under the stream until he felt the water was just the right temperature, and then he added some liquid soap. Once the preparations were finished, Cole turned back to Phoebe. She was smiling at him dreamily. She looked as beautiful as she always did to him but she also looked exhausted.
It was going to be extremely difficult but he vowed that tonight was going to be G rated, well maybe PG. They were going to have the rest of their lives together to share the incredible passion that existed between them. Tonight she just needed rest and relaxation.
Cole took a deep breath to steel his resolve. He knelt before Phoebe and gently washed her face, the hand on her good arm, as well as the fingertips on the injured one. Setting aside the sponge for a moment he began to unzip the over sized shirt jacket she had on. His good intentions almost went out the window when he discovered she was only wearing one of her favorite lacy bras underneath. It didn't help matters any either when she pulled his head down until their lips touched. He couldn't resist the meeting of their mouths so he gave her one deep kiss before pulling away.
They were both still breathing hard when he said, "here I'd better help you put these on." Phoebe buried her face in her hands when she saw what he was holding. "Man, I thought I had thrown those out when you first moved in. Flannel Tweety pajamas are hardly what I want you to see me in. Couldn't you have picked out something more, oh say, Victoria's Secret?"
"These are kind of cute, and besides they'll help me to help you get what you really require tonight which is sleep." "Ah, Cole when I said before that all I needed from you was to hold me tonight, I didn't mean that completely literally. You can, ahem, do other things too." She punctuated her words by blowing in his ear.
Cole closed his eyes and counted to ten. When he was sure he could speak legibly he said: "While that is a definitely tempting offer, I'm not going to take you up on it. It's been too intense a day and I know you're hurting in more ways than one. So whether you meant it that way or not, let me hold you, and I do mean just hold you tonight.
"You know for an ex-half demon you sure do have a chivalrous streak a mile wide." "Well that's because you make it easy to care for you, well maybe easy isn't exactly the word I'm looking for. Now please have some pity on me and let's get these pjs on you. "
When Phoebe was finally clothed in the flannel, Cole thought he was safe. His future bride, however, had other ideas. "Your turn to get ready for bed," she whispered. "Take off your shirt." "I have a better idea," he responded. "Why don't you go back to our room, and I'll join you there in a few minutes."
"Hey you big bad putty tat are you afraid little ole me has designs on your virtue?" "Um, yes! Now behave." "Aww that's no fun. Now take off that shirt buster, pretty please. The contradiction in that one statement was just so totally Phoebe. Tough as nails one minute and sweet as a candy bar the next. Cole laughed and did as she said. As he'd discovered so often before resisting her was futile.
Phoebe wandered over to get his robe off the counter. "Hey buddy this isn't fair. I get stuck in something that makes me look like I should still be playing with Barbie dolls, and you get to wear a blue satin robe that matches your eyes perfectly. Which by the way was the whole reason I bought it for you last Christmas. Are you trying to drive me insane or what?"
"Hey turn about is fair play. You've practically driven me insane from day one." "Yeah, yeah, yeah, well I'm about to drive you even crazier if I have anything to say about it," she said as she slowly began advancing on him.
Just then a loud shriek came from above them. "What now?" Phoebe asked in frustration. "Are we being invaded by flying monkeys or something?" "My virtue saved by a squeal," Cole said. "You can run but you can't hide mister, this is just a time out." She handed him his robe which he donned while they were rushing towards the attic.