note: So this chapter is pretty smutty, so I'm just warning youse guys. Hopefully the rating changed, but if it hasn't, this chapter has made this fic rated M now. Once again...smuts are ahead.

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different names for the same thing
by, the ultimateSora

chapter two

Spring Break was coming up in less then a couple of days. Dorothy Ann was leaving Friday for Walkerville, and then she and her family were off to St. Paul on Saturday. She wasn't there when Wanda decided to throw a party at D.A. and Phoebe's, so with the strong headed D.A. in Minnesota, Phoebe crumpled under Wanda's persistence. The only people she knew were her six best friends, and a bunch she didn't know, mostly from PC but some from Brown, showed up.

Phoebe nursed her beer as she sat on the couch's armrest, her feet on the cushion, and she wished she was at Archibald's, listening to his ragtime albums as they laid on the couch. She looked up when she saw Arnold walk up to her.

"There you are," he said, grinning. "You're not mingling at your own party."

She shrugged. "This is more Wanda's party than my own. She's the one throwing it."

"Arnold!"

They turned and saw Tiffany Woods run up to them. Arnold smiled at her. "Hey, Tiff. Wanda invite you, too?"

"Yeah. I figured we haven't hung out in a while, might as well come by."

Arnold turned to Phoebe. "I'll talk to you later." He walked off with Tiffany, and Phoebe sighed.

Tiffany, like Wanda and all of Arnold's other exes, was confident and gorgeous. She was taller than D.A. but shorter than Keesha, and she wasn't as tan as D.A. Her nose was spotted with freckles, and her short blonde hair was almost the same bright shade as D.A.'s. Phoebe got up and went to her room, locking the door behind her, and she pulled out her cell phone. She called Archibald.

"Hello?"

She pushed her hair back behind her ear. "It's me. I need to see you tonight."

"Phoebe...I don't know. We agreed--"

"I know, I know. Meet together during the day, but please, Archibald."

He sighed. "Okay."

"I'll be there in a few," she said.

She hung up, and she grabbed a small bag, tossing in a pair of panties and some sweats and a t-shirt. She was glad no one was in the bathroom when she grabbed her toothbrush, tossing it in the bag, and she went to find Keesha.

"Keesh, can you do me a favor?"

Keesha nodded. "Sure. What is it?"

"Make sure the place doesn't get too trashed. I have to get back to Walkerville." She gave her the spare key on her key ring. "Lock up when everyone leaves and just put the key under the potted plant outside."

Keesha nodded. "No problem."

"Thanks."

She walked out before Keesha could ask anything more, and she felt her heart stop when she saw Arnold kissing Tiffany in the hallway. She ran out and tossed her bag in the back of her Jeep. She drove down to Walkerville and down along the coast to Archibald's house. She parked in the dirt and sand driveway, and she got out, running to the door. She knocked numerous times, and when Archibald opened the door, she threw herself in his arms.

"I think it's time," she whispered against his lips.

"Phoebe...no."

"Please, Archibald...I need you."

The look in those brilliant green eyes of hers softened him, and he took a deep breath. He nodded, locking the front door before lifting her up and carrying her to the bedroom.

The morning sun shone through the bay window of Archibald's room, and when the light hit Phoebe's eyes, they fluttered open. She stretched, the sheets cool against her skin, and she turned on her other side, Archibald's bare back to her. She ran her lips along his fair skin, nicking his shoulder blade with her teeth. She wrapped her arms around him from behind, her fingers brushing the light patch of hair on his breast bone, and she kissed the back of his neck as he groaned while waking.

"Good morning," she sighed.

He turned over, her arms still around him, and he kissed the tip of her nose. He brushed her bangs back and smiled. "You look like you just conquered the world."

She nodded. "I feel like I have." She cupped his cheek. "It was wonderful...you were wonderful."

They kissed, and he sat up. "I'll got get breakfast started after I clean up."

She smiled. "Sounds good. I think I'll lay here for a moment longer."

He brushed her cheek with his fingertips. "Stay as long as you'd like."

She watched him get up and walk to the bathroom, still naked from the night before. He wasn't as muscular as Arnold or quite as endowed (not that he was tiny, though), but she didn't care. She felt herself grow hot at the memory of Archibald's hands on her body the night before. He knew where and how to touch her just right, and she closed her eyes, the feel of him inside of her still fresh on her mind.

Archibald walked out of the bathroom, and he crawled on the bed over her. He smelled fresh of aftershave and mint, and Phoebe covered her mouth. "Now I feel gross with morning breath," she giggled.

He kissed her forehead. "I don't mind. What would you like for breakfast?"

She kept her hand over her mouth. "I'll eat anything you cook...unless it's meat."

He smiled. "Noted."

He got up, and she watched him put on his boxers and a discarded pair of slacks and an under shirt. She buried her face in his pillow, still in disbelief that something so great had happened to her. She decided to pull herself out of bed, the old metal frame creaking, and she smiled, remembering how free it felt that she didn't have to keep quiet during sex. She went in the bathroom to wash off her face and rinse out her mouth. She found a bottle of mouthwash and figured it would hold her until she got her toothbrush from her Jeep. When she was done, she put on one of Archibald's discarded Oxford shirts, and she walked out to the kitchen where she found him making scrambled eggs and pancakes. He had Bing Crosby playing on the phonograph, and Phoebe came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist as she kissed his neck.

He turned around and smiled. "Is it fine if I say you look sexy wearing just one of my shirts?"

She nodded. "It's not something I'm used to, but it's fine."

He turned off the stove, and he lifted her up, setting her on the edge of the sink. He stood between her legs and kissed her. He looked down, his smile bigger. "You're not wearing any underwear."

Her cheeks turned pink. "I thought they would just get in the way." She reached for the waist of his slacks, unbuttoning them. She smiled at the growing bulge, and she unzipped his pants, pulling them and his boxers down to let him free. She wrapped one arm around his neck, pulling him closer, and she guided him in. "Make love to me here."

He kissed her, his hands gripping hard on her hips, and she held onto the counter as he lifted her some for better access. His rhythm was smooth, and she pressed her calves against his butt, pressing him further into her. He set her down, still moving his hips as he unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing. He pushed it off of her, and he leaned down to kiss her chest. She gasped as his lips moved down to her breast. He lifted her again, making his rhythm faster, and the only sounds between them were grunts, gasps, and his hips hitting against hers.

She looked in his honey-brown eyes, his long lashes curving up, and she let go of the counter with her left hand to cup his face. "I'm almost there," she said, her voice husky.

He nodded, kissing her neck. She moved her hand to the back of his head, his hair sticking out between her fingers, and as her orgasm grew, she held him tighter. Her gasps and moans grew louder, and when she felt him release himself inside of her, she threw her head back, moaning his name. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so spent, and she realized her body was covered in sweat. He set her back down on the edge of the counter, and she brought her other arm around his back.

"Oh, Archibald," she sighed, kissing his shoulder and neck. She moved her right hand down to his butt. "Stay inside of me, please."

He kissed her shoulder. "Of course."

She moved her hands to the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. He pulled his pants and boxers down and kicked them off, and despite having grown flaccid, he stayed inside of her as he lifted her up and carried her to the living room. The music had stopped, but he didn't care. The sound of her heavy breathing was enough for him. He sat down on the couch, turning to lay back with his head on the arm rest. Phoebe smiled when she felt him start to grow hard inside of her, and she ran her fingers down his chest.

"I've never had this much sexual energy before," he said, cupping her breasts. "You make me feel young again, Phoebe."

She shook her head, taking one of his hands and sucking some on his thumb. "You were never old. Not to me."

She moved up and down with a smooth motion, and she was gentle when she bit down on his thumb. She started to suck on it as she moved her hips back and forth, keeping him deep inside of her. He pinched her nipple with his other hand, also giving her breast a gentle squeeze, and she took his thumb out of her mouth as she leaned down, cupping his face as she kissed him. He thrusted his hips up to meet hers, their tongues now dancing together. She whimpered against his mouth, her excitement growing once again, and he slid his hands down her back, his fingers brushing her protruding spine, stopping at her butt. He gave it a squeeze, feeling bone under the skin, and he helped her move faster.

She broke the kiss to moan as loud as she could, and she cried out when she felt his lips and teeth graze the flushed skin of her neck. "Oh, Archibald!" She pressed her forehead down against his.

"Phoebe..." he groaned. "Phoebe...I think...I think..." She moaned when she felt his second release, and she collapsed on top of him. "I'm sorry."

She rested her head in the crook of his neck. "For what?"

He wrapped his arms around her, giving her upper arm a squeeze. "I let go too soon."

She ran her hand along his chest and kissed his collarbone. "You're fine. I was still sensitive from the last time."

He kissed the top of her head and chuckled. "Breakfast is probably cold now."

She smiled. "We can always reheat it later. I feel like napping."

He nodded. "Me too."

She closed her eyes and sighed, never feeling closer to anyone else before.

Arnold parked his Toyota Land Cruiser in front of the Terese house, the following day, and he walked up to the front door, his hands in his pockets. He rang the bell and re-pocketed the hand. Mrs. Terese answered the door, and she smiled when she saw it was him.

"Oh, hi, Arnold. What brings you around?"

"Hi, Mrs. Terese, is Phoebe home?"

Mrs. Terese shook her head. "She said she was staying in Providence."

He nodded. "Oh. Oh, right. Yeah..." He smiled. "Yeah, I guess I forgot."

"Would you like to come in anyway? I'm sure Mark would love to talk to you."

He shook his head. "Oh, thanks, but no thanks. I should get going. It was nice seeing you again, Mrs. Terese."

She nodded. "You too, Arnold. Take care."

He waved and walked back to the Land Cruiser. He started the engine, and he headed home. The Perlsteins decided to take it easy that Spring Break, having gone skiing during the winter break, and since the Kappa house was closed for the break, Arnold was home in Walkerville. He drove around town, bored out of his mind. Everyone had gone on vacation except him and Phoebe, and he wished he had told his parents he wanted to go to the Cape again. He pulled out his phone and dialed Phoebe's cell phone again. Maybe they could catch a movie or something.

Only about five miles south of where he was, Phoebe didn't hear her phone ring. It was buried under her and Archibald's clothes in the bedroom, and she was in the bathroom with him. She sat in the antique clawfoot tub, the water refreshing and warm against her skin, and she watched him shave, the only light being the morning sun coming from the large window beside the tub. She rested her chin on her arm on the side of the tub, and she smiled as the muscles in his back flexed with each stroke.

"Let's go on vacation some time," she said.

He let out a small laugh. "And where would we go?"

She shrugged. "I dunno. Maine? Vermont? Somewhere rural and romantic." She giggled. "Not that your charming, beautiful home isn't romantic enough."

He rinsed his face, and he turned around, leaning back on the sink. "Maine or Vermont, hm?"

"Just you and me in a rustic cabin the woods...it'll be just as romantic as being here on the beach."

"But in Maine or Vermont, we'll be away from everyone here in Walkerville," he finished, knowing where her thought was going.

She nodded. "Exactly."

He smiled at the sight of her in the tub, her freckled skin pink from the warm water. She had her wet hair pushed back, and she smiled back at him. He felt himself grow hot at the sight of her, and he walked over to the tub, crouching down in front of her. He brushed his fingers along her cheek, their eyes locked on one another's.

"Join me," she said, her voice soft.

He stood up and slipped his boxers off, and he got in the tub across from her. She gripped the sides of the tub and moved through the water to straddle his lap. He gave her breasts a squeeze, and he moved his hands to her back, running them up and down her wet skin.

"You're a wonderful woman, Phoebe."

She smiled and brushed his hair back. "You didn't call me a 'girl'."

"Because you're a beautiful and mature young woman," he said, kissing along her defined collarbone.

She gave him a small but deep kiss. "I think...I think I'm falling in love with you, Archibald," she whispered against his lips.

He moved his hands down to her butt and lifted her with himself as he sat on the edge of the tub, sliding her down on his erection.

note: So I think this is was probably some of the hottest sex I've written thus far.

And a reference:

"You look like you just conquered the world."
She nodded. "I feel like I have."
- Taken from Dallas. Lucy's first fiancé, Kit, tells her this after their first time

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