Chapter 11 – Right Here In Yout Arms

Cole opened his eyes slowly as he faced the sun shining through opened window of an unfamiliar room. It took him a couple of seconds to realize where he was and smiled when he realized Phoebe was sleeping in his arms, her head laid on his chest and one of her arms around his waist while her other arm was held by him. Her soft long hair was sliding from his chest to his shoulder and than to the pillow. He felt so happy and so content. He gently wrapped his free arm around her waist, feeling her soft skin under his fingers. She was so warm that he simply had to sigh with pleasure as he touched her.

He couldn't believe this was happening. He was holding Phoebe in his arms and she was finally his in every way of the word. There was nothing between them now. All the tension was gone and he could feel that even without talking to her. The way she gave into his kisses and caresses last night said more than any words could say. He smiled with pleasure as he remembered her calling out his name and every single moan she let out. He loved this girl like he never loved anybody in his entire life and now he was determined to protect her from anything.

Yet, he felt something else. This feeling was nothing like happiness. He finally recognized it as a little bit of disappointment. He looked down at Phoebe's peaceful figure in his arms. She was a virgin before that night. He was the first man to touch her. He was the first man to kiss the places of her body he kissed yesterday, and he thanked the God for that. He was so happy to be the first one to make her moan and the first one to make her sleep in his arms. But if he was so happy, what was the feeling of disappointment doing in his heart? His arm moved up from her waist, now drawing small circles on her back. Yes, he knew why he was disappointed. It was simply because she didn't tell him she was a virgin. She never mentioned it. She even lied to him that she had slept with Michael. Didn't she trust him enough? But than again, she trusted him enough to lose her virginity with him. The lack of trust was hardly the reason. Than what was bothering her? "Why didn't you tell me, my angel?" Cole whispered gently as he began to strike her hair affectively.

At that moment, the door of the room opened and Cole stiffened as his hand slipped back to Phoebe's waist protectively. For as far as he knew, they were alone. But instead of some nasty-looking demon he expected, the elderly lady walked though the door, carrying two cups of coffee on the tray. His softened immediately, remembering the voice he spoke to over the phone yesterday who told him where to find Phoebe. He assumed it was this lady whom he talked to. She just smiled at him and put the tray on the night table next to the bed.

"She is such an angel, isn't she?" she whispered as she looked at Phoebe, peacefully sleeping in Cole's arms.

Cole smiled and went back to caressing Phoebe's hair. "Yes, she is." he whispered back. "The only angel I've ever known."

The lady smiled and walked out of the room, slowly closing the door so she wouldn't wake Phoebe up.

Cole watched her close the door and than cast his eyes on the coffee. He knew that the scent of coffee would most definitely wake Phoebe up. In the matter of seconds, he felt her stir in his arms, which proved his theory correct. He watched her lazily open her eyes and cast her look up at him. He could see the love in her eyes as they met his own and she smiled gently. "Hi." She said in raspy voice.

"Hi." Cole replied softly. He removed the hair that fell over her face and pulled her closer to him. "How did you sleep?" he asked.

"Mmm…" Phoebe closed her eyes with pleasure. "I haven't had a sleep like this in a long time."

"I know. Me neither." Cole replied honestly. Then the silence filled the room. But it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, on the contrary. It was a peaceful silence. Cole felt Phoebe studying him closely and enjoyed to feel her eyes on him. It simply felt good.

Phoebe looked at Cole's beautiful blue eyes and his features she loved so much. Her eyes traveled down from his face to his neck and than to his shoulders and chest. She sighed. How much she loved that part of his body. She loved it when she could just place her head on his chest and feel completely safe. She loved to look at the muscles on his shoulders and remember how she kissed every single inch of them last night. She let go of his hand and moved her hand to his face as she traced her finger down his jaw line.

"Cole, thank you." Phoebe whispered honestly.

"For what, baby?" Cole asked.

"For not giving up on me." Phoebe replied softly. "Though I always pushed you away, you never gave up on me."

Cole grinned. "That's my job."

Phoebe chuckled. "I'm serious." she said "I love you."

"I love you, too." Cole whispered as he slowly plopped himself on his left elbow as placed a light kiss on Phoebe's temple.

Phoebe than slowly gazed down his muscular body and Cole couldn't help but smile as she did so. That look in her eyes that traveled down his body (well, at least the visible parts) made him feel powerful. Not powerful in the magical way, but powerful in psychical way.

"See anything you like?" Cole teased her and her head immediately shot up and she blushed slightly.

"Of course I do." she replied with that sweet, innocent voice of hers. "A lot."

"Anything in particular?" Cole asked as he cocked his eyebrows at her.

Phoebe moved closer to him. "I wanna tell you a secret." she whispered. "I like everything about you."

Cole smiled. He slowly moved his hand from her neck to her bare back, which caused Phoebe to tremble slightly. "Is it just me or I still make you nervous?" he asked.

Phoebe shook her head. "You don't make me nervous, but I have a very sensitive back. I always tremble when I feel someone touching my bare back."

Cole looked at her suspiciously. "And just when was someone but me touching your bare back?" he asked almost jealously.

Phoebe smiled as she recognized the tone of his voice. "Don't be so jealous." she said in baby voice. "I often wear dresses in which my back is totally or partly revealed at more important parties. And if someone asks me to dance, he needs to touch my back, right? Men always confused that tremble with the way I felt towards them."

"Do I confuse that, too?" Cole asked, though he already knew the answer.

"No." Phoebe replied softly. "You know I love you."

"True." Cole agreed. For the next few seconds, they both fell silent. Cole was wondering how to ask her what was on his mind without making her feel uncomfortable.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked cautionly.

Phoebe stared at him blankly. "Why didn't I tell you what?" she asked.

"Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?" Cole asked and felt her tense as she heard the question. He didn't want to scare her in any way. "Hey, don't feel uncomfortable, okay? I just need to know why in the world you didn't tell me. You can tell me anything, you know that."

Phoebe slowly looked up at Cole. Her eyes held a look of a deer surrounded by wolves. "I just…" she started out slowly. "I didn't want you to push me away. I know it's immature and stupid to avoid it, but I really wanted you yesterday and I would get really hurt if you rejected me."

Cole was puzzled. "Why in the world would I reject you?" he asked as he put his fingers under her chin to avoid her breaking the eye contact they now held.

"Well, I asked Will about a year ago if men preferred experienced girls or virgins." Phoebe said. "And he told me things that made me think that nobody wants to be with an inexperienced girl. Don't you feel that way?" she asked Cole in a quiet voice.

Cole shook his head with widened eyes. "He had to be really stupid to say something like that. I think he said it just to make you feel better, since he probably thought you weren't a virgin."

"And how do you feel about me being a virgin until last night?" Phoebe asked and watched Cole's features soften.

He sat up in the bed, wrapped the sheet around his waist and than pulled Phoebe in his lap. "I think that there is no better gift you could give me than this one. Phoebe, you have no idea how amazingly I felt when I figured I was the first guy you ever slept with. Virginity is a priceless thing and it feels so good to know the girl you love has been only yours and no one else's."

"Do you mean it?" Phoebe asked quietly with a great feeling of relief.

"Of course I mean it." Cole replied. "Thank you."

Phoebe slowly placed her head on his shoulder and stirred until she found a comfortable position in his lap. Than she slowly began kissing him down his neck and shoulders. Her hands traveled down his chest and Cole felt they were exploring an extremely dangerous territory. He grabbed her hands gently.

"Don't." he pleaded. "I wouldn't be able to detain myself and we're not alone, you know."

Phoebe looked at him with a rather puzzled expression. "What do you mean, we're not alone?"

"I mean your Grandma is here." Cole said. "And I'm sure she would hear a lot…"

Phoebe chuckled. "Yeah, I guess she would." she assumed. "Oh, and she is not my Grandma. She used to be one of my Grams' friends before…" she sighed. "Well, I guess you know."

Cole let go of her wrists and embraced her. "I'm sorry about that." He whispered. "I really am."

"I know you are." Phoebe replied. "And it was a three years ago, I'm relatively over it."

Cole smiled as he slowly pulled the sheet off her back and began to draw circles on them, feeling her slightly jump as he started a new circle. Phoebe closed her eyes and enjoyed what Cole did to her at the moment. But now that she though of it, she enjoyed everything Cole did to her in any moment! She lazily opened her eyes and they fell on the two cups of coffee forgotten on the night table. "God, when did Nanny bring this coffee? It must be completely cold now." She said.

"Oh, right, the coffee." Cole said as he handed one cup to Phoebe and took another one for himself. "I totally forgot."

Phoebe smiled and slowly sipped her coffee. At that moment, a thought crossed her mind. "Wait, Nanny brought this coffee here?" she asked.

"Yes, only a minute before you woke up." Cole confirmed.

"But, that means she saw…" Phoebe stopped talking and smiled slightly. "She saw us naked in the bed with our clothes all around the room."

"Wait, she didn't see us naked. We were covered with sheets." Cole corrected Phoebe with a small smile lingering on his lips as he saw Phoebe's embarrassed expression.

"Yeah, but it was more than obvious we were naked." Phoebe said as she put her coffee back on the night table and covered her face with her hands as she chuckled. "God, I'll never be able to look in her eyes again."

"Why not? She seemed very happy for you." Cole said.

"Yeah, but still…" Phoebe whispered with a grin. "She was almost positive that I'll never fall in love, she could hardly expect this one coming."

Cole leaned in and kissed the top of her head gently. "You have no idea what I feel every time you say you love me." He said happily. "No idea at all."

"Yes, I do. You're not the only one madly in love here." Phoebe said. She got up from the bed with the sheet around her and gathered their clothes. Then she got back into the bed and handed Cole his clothes. "You wanna take a shower first?" she asked.

"Yeah, that'd be great." Cole said as he brushed her cheek. He pulled her in his lap and moved his lips down her neck. "But I wanna kiss your first."

Phoebe leaned her back into his chest and smiled as she felt his warm lips on her shoulders and her neck. "Mmmm…" she moaned. "Did I ever tell you how much I enjoy it when you kiss me like that?"

"You don't need to tell me that." Cole said. "I already know that."

"Hey, Cole?" Phoebe asked. "I need to ask you a question. But please be honest."

"Go ahead." Cole said.

"Did you mean it when you said I was spoiled and capricious?" Phoebe asked with a hint of hurt in her voice that Cole didn't miss.

"No, of course not." Cole said. "It was the heat of the moment. Please don't let that bother you anymore, baby."

"But Cole you meant it." Phoebe said. "It wasn't just the heat of the moment, you meant it."

Cole looked at Phoebe's face leaned on his shoulder and brushed her cheek. "Phoebe, listen to me. You are absolutely perfect. There is nothing bad that I could say about you. If I ever said or will say anything bad, I want you to know that I really don't mean it. To me you're absolutely perfect."

Phoebe smiled. "To me you're perfect too." she said. "You're so perfect, baby."

Cole shook his head. "I'm not perfect. Not even close to it. You only think so because you're in love with me. But please let me assure you that I'm not perfect at all."

"Oh really?" Phoebe asked. "Tell me one thing about you that's not perfect."

"For example, I'm a high-level demon with enormous powers who can turn into a blood-thirsty monster and kill only God knows how many innocents." Cole said.

"And yet you never did." Phoebe said. "Being the demon is not something you asked for, it's something you were born as."

Cole hugged her tighter. "I know. I'm just hoping my demonic side never comes between us. I would die if I ever hurt you."

"Okay, let's not talk about that please." Phoebe said as she shivered. "So, how about that shower?"

"Together?" Cole asked.

Phoebe smiled. "Mmmm… What do you think?" she asked.

Cole stood up from the bed and pulled her with him. "I think that you're seriously pushing it, missy." he said and Phoebe smiled innocently.

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Guys I'm so so so sorry for the long wait, please forgive me, I had a huge writer's block but don't worry, I wasn't exactly doing nothing either. I've already written 6 chapters for my new story which will be a sequel to "If That's What It Takes". ;) Hope you guys review this one and let me know there's someone still reading this one...