A little smut for V-Day. :-p

9.

Hours later, the two lovers lay on Phoebe's bed utterly content. Cole on his back with Phoebe snuggled close to his side, her hand drawing light circles over his heart.

"Cole, I have to tell you something."

"Hmmm?" Cole lazily hums trying to stay awake.

"The premonition I had, it wasn't about any demons. It was about us. Our future."

"What did you see? Was it something bad?" Cole instantly waking up, getting a little concern.

"No, nothing bad at all. In fact it was perfect. We're going to have a daughter, Cole. That's what I saw in my premonition."

"A daughter?" Cole said dreamily trying to wrap his love-idled mind around the idea.

"Yeah, a perfect beautiful, brown-haired angel."

"This is unbelievable. I never imagine... god, a daughter. A family of our own. I love you so much."

"I love you too." Phoebe said looking up at Cole from the protective cradle of his arm.

Cole bends his head down to give her a chaste kiss. Then a thought occurred to him.

Sensing a sudden change in his mood, Phoebe props herself up on her elbow to look at Cole more directly. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's stupid." Cole shakes his head, closing his eyes.

"Cole, please tell me. We're going to be completely honest with each other from now on remember?"

"It's silly. It's just with you seeing our future, our family; I wondered what's going to happen now? I mean, I don't have an identity in this world anymore. How are we going to explain to the outside world that I'm back? What am I going to do to support our family?"

Looking at him thoughtfully, Phoebe pulls Cole out of bed tossing him his jeans as she got dressed herself. "I know exactly what to do. Come on."

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"Are you sure this is going to work?" Cole looks at the piece of paper in front of him somewhat dubiously. After Phoebe had pulled them away from the comfortable cocoon of her bed they had headed up to the attic with Phoebe telling him to write down who he wants to be on a piece of paper.

"Yes of course! It's how we all got new identities last year when we faked our deaths." Phoebe said as she puts more ingredients into the cauldron.

"You did what?" Cole does a double take to look at her shocked.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you all about it later. Have you finished?"

"Ah... yeah. I guess." Cole looks down at the scrap of paper once more.

"Okay, let me see." Phoebe hovers over Cole's shoulder to read what he has written down. " 'Cole Turner, Attorney.' That's all you can come up with?"

"It's what I know." Cole said with a shrug of his shoulder.

"Alright, if you're sure." Phoebe said as she takes the paper from him and heads back towards the cauldron. Dropping the piece of paper in, Phoebe adds one last herb to the mix and a small plume of smoke rises out of the brew. "Voila! You now have an identity in this world, Mr. Creativity."

"Hey, I can be creative when I need to be!" Cole said in slight indignation.

"Is that right?" Phoebe asks, a challenge in her voice, as she saunters over back to him flirtatiously.

"That's right. I just need some good inspiration that's all." Cole stands up from where he sat meeting Phoebe half way, answering her unspoken challenge.

"Well then let me inspire you." Phoebe whispers close to his lips as she wraps her arms around his neck. Their lips meet once more with urgency. Cole's kiss was bruising and demanding; asking her to give him everything. And Phoebe responds in kind, thrusting her tongue in his mouth seeking to memorize every ridge and curve. With his hands at their familiar spot at her hips, Cole easily lifts Phoebe up as she wraps her legs around his waist.

Breaking their kiss Phoebe trails her lips along Cole's jaw line to his neck, nipping and sucking as she goes heading towards a particularly sensitive spot just below his ear that she knows drives him wild. As Phoebe hits her target, she is rewarded with a moan and shudder from Cole. She smiles triumphantly.

"Proud of yourself?" Cole groans.

Phoebe response by thrusting her hips against him, making Cole weak in the knees. "You better not do that again unless you want me to drop you on that pretty little ass of yours."

"So are you inspired yet?" Phoebe practically purrs in Cole's ear.

"Very." Cole growls as his hands lightly squeeze her well-toned behind.

As he once again kisses her senseless, Phoebe's mind swims with possibilities. Slowly Cole makes his way towards the attic door and back down to her room to show her just how creative he can be.

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A/N: And what happens next? You'll have to use your imagination; this isn't an R-rated fic!