Author's Notes: Hi, readers. Here's chapter seven of "Turnaround." This chapter has lots of Podcast/Phoebe. There is also sexual content. As a result, the rating has been raised to M. Do not read it if it makes you uncomfortable. Otherwise, you may read at your own risk. Stay tuned for chapter eight.

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Chapter 7: Never Apart

The late evening moon beamed its light on Downtown New York City. A rock pigeon flew through the sky. It spotted the Firehouse and headed downward. It landed on the windowsill to Podcast and Phoebe's room. It looked inside, finding they were asleep on the full bed. He was on his back and had his arms behind his head. She was on her side. The covers covered them from the chest down. They didn't have any clothes on. She buried her face deep into the pillow before letting out a soft sigh. He moved his head somewhat.

Podcast groaned while opening his eyes. He found blurry vision and leaned his head back. He blinked them four times, clearing it. He looked over at Phoebe, who stirred a bit. He tried not to smile, but he couldn't help himself. He thought she looked so peaceful. He recalled how she jumped him in the bed as they were getting ready to go to sleep. They couldn't resist undressing each other and making love. They even felt Gabrielle move while they were going at it.

He felt himself growing very hard and his heartrate speeding up. He growled in much lust. He needed to have her right now. He scooted over to her and pushed her on her back. He slipped in between her legs carefully. He leaned toward her neck and started kissing it. He slid his hands up and down her legs at a steady pace. She stirred without waking up. She moaned softly as she moved her head a little bit.

Podcast emitted a soft chuckle before kissing Phoebe's neck. He alternated between licking at and sucking on it. He moved his hands to her breasts. He fondled them slowly. It was almost as if he were teasing them. He rolled the nipples in his hands, hardening them. She moaned again and stirred quite a bit as her heart began to pound in her chest. She felt him smother her neck with hungry kisses. He kissed her lips as he moved his hands toward her stomach. He ran them up and down it.

"You better not stop, Podcast," she whispered, her eyes opening. "Please."

"I won't, Pheebs," he responded huskily and slipped his tongue into her mouth. He smiled into it when a groan came from her. "I promise."

Podcast moved his hand to his girlfriend's entrance. He rubbed it so gently that he looked as if he wasn't touching it. He nuzzled her jaw before planting it with kisses. He traveled to her neck to nibble on it. He upped the pressure on her entrance. This caused her to moan in much excitement. Their hearts pounded even harder than they did a minute ago. Electricity went through their bodies at such a rapid rate that it seemed it would never stop.

He returned to her lips and pressed a possessive kiss to them. He plunged his tongue into her mouth. He chuckled at her moaning softly. He started fondling her wet folds. He did it slowly at first, but he increased his speed. She moaned ecstatically, her head rolling back into the pillow. He trailed kisses to her jawline and nibbled on it. He gave it a gentle blow before licking at it. She rolled her head into the pillow again. She tried to stop a moan from leaving her mouth, but she couldn't help herself.

"Damn it," Phoebe muttered, her breathing hard and heavy. She got louder when he kissed her neck. He proceeded to suck on it. "Shit! Yes!"

"Good girl, Phoebe," Podcast said in a husky voice. "Shout it all out!"

He bit down on her neck. She winced in a painful way, but she let out a relieved sigh at the pain vanishing quickly. He stroked her clit with his thumb, a soft growl leaving his mouth. She emitted a low yet excited whimper. He smiled and upped his pace. She gasped pleasurably while grabbing the headboard with both hands. She moved her hips with his motions. She arched her back. She whimpered while coming. She was unable to breathe, being so lost in it.

Phoebe came down from her high. A sated feeling rushed through her body. Podcast moved back, leaning down. He looked at her entrance. He moved his tongue up and down the flesh three times before giving it a long lick. He plunged his tongue inside her. He fondled her folds at a slow yet steady pace. She moaned headily, her breathing turning to shudders. Fire began to build within their veins.

She tightened her grip on the headboard at her boyfriend's teasing her clit with his tongue. She began moving her hips with his motions. He became faster, his hand grabbing at the sheet. She upped her pace, her eyes closing tightly. He gave her clit a very hard bite. She screamed as she came. Her breathing became shudders. She swallowed hard.

Her high ebbed away. The same sated feeling rushed through her body. She opened her eyes. He returned to her eye level. He kissed her with much passion. She tasted her sweetness on his lips. She plunged her tongue into his mouth as she wanted more of it. Their tongues wrestled for control. They hugged each other, not wanting to let go.

Podcast trailed kisses to his girlfriend's chest. He buried his face in the valley between her breasts. He sucked on it before giving it a hard blow. She sighed in great pleasure. She ran her fingers through his hair. She gripped it in a tight manner. He looked toward the right breast. He ran his tongue over it. He nibbled on the nipple. He bit down on it hard. She moaned in ecstasy. He lavished her left breast with the same amount of attention. He kissed its underside before his tongue from there to the other one.

He came to her eye level and kissed her hard. He slipped his tongue into her mouth. This caused her to moan headily. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She slid her fingers into his hair to grab fistfuls of it. He traveled to her jawline. He traced it with his tongue. He nuzzled it . He slid his hands up and down her sides.

"Podcast, please—" Phoebe started.

"Please what, Pheebs?" Podcast asked and kissed her possessively.

She moaned when he slipped his tongue into her mouth. "Please, make love to me right now."

"I will, but I don't want to do it the regular way this time. I want to do it from behind," Podcast answered and planted kisses on her neck.

"I don't mind what position we do it in," Phoebe said and gasped at his biting her. "I want you inside me so badly."

He growled in a lustful manner. "I want to be inside you just as badly."

Podcast moved back as Phoebe turned around got on her hands and knees. He got behind her. He grabbed her hips as he aligned his cock with her entrance. He entered her. She whimpered, her hands gripping the pillow. He thrusted in and out of her the second he was sheathed inside her. She grabbed the headboard with both hands. She moaned excitedly, her eyes turning toward the ceiling.

He grew rough and fast. He grabbed at her hair and pulled on it. She let go of the headboard. She balled her hands into fists. She punched the pillow. He slid his hands to her hips. He squeezed them hard. He grabbed her shoulders. He gave them gentle squeezes. He did it again, this time being a little hard. She whimpered at his fondling her breasts. She got louder when he rolled her nipples in his hands.

"I am very thrilled to be your boyfriend," he growled in much intensity.

"I am very thrilled to be your girlfriend," she answered. She sighed in much pleasure. "Don't stop. I mean it."

Podcast clenched his teeth. "I won't. I promise."

Podcast pulled Phoebe into his lap with a fierce growl. She balanced herself on her knees. She grabbed the headboard with both hands. He thrusted upward into her. He traced his ear with his tongue. He moved between licking at and nibbling on it. She gasped in much delight. He planted butterfly kisses on her neck. He chuckled at an excited moan coming from her. He fondled her breasts in a slow yet steady manner.

He squeezed her breasts gently. He smiled at her whimpering in a soft way. He rolled the nipples in his hands. He gave them gentle pinches. He pinched them again. It was harder this time. She looked at him, and they kissed passionately. She touched his head with one hand to bring him closer to her. She tightened her grip on the headboard with the other. Their tongues fought each for dominance. Groans left their mouths.

He slid his hands over every inch of her body. The skin broke out in goosebumps. He put them on her butt to squeeze it hard. She whimpered softly yet ecstatically. His thrusts became rougher and faster. He increased the tightness of his grip on her butt. He moved one hand to her clit and kept the other one there. He started massaging it. She looked ahead, a shudder coming from her.

Podcast massaged Phoebe's clit a little faster. This caused her to let out an ecstatic groan. Her grip on the headboard became even tighter. He thrusted rougher and faster into her. His body tightened with every passing second. He made his grip on her butt even tighter. He kissed her shoulder. He nibbled on it before tracing it with his tongue. He buried his face in her neck. She increased the tightness of her grip on the headboard.

"You feel great, Pheebs," Podcast groaned. He sucked on her pulse point. She gasped excitedly. He formed a big smile on his face. "That's it. Get it all out of you."

"Damn," Phoebe whispered. She cried out at as his increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusting. "Oh, yes! Yes!"

Podcast made three simultaneous moves from his hips and fingers to bring himself and his girlfriend to climax at the same time. Their panting came hard and fast. She licked her lips. She peered over her shoulder at him. She shuddered at his flashing her a seductive smile. She realized he wasn't done with her yet. Her body trembled quite a bit.

He moved her off him before sliding back. He grabbed her and pulled her toward him. He turned her around. He pushed on her back. He cradled himself in between her legs. He aligned his cock at her entrance. He kissed her while entering her in a quick and rough way. He began thrusting in and out of her immediately. He was just as rough and fast as before. She wrapped her arms around him. She sighed pleasurably when he smothered her neck with hungry kisses. She leaned her head to the side to give him better access. She screamed ecstatically at his nibbling on her earlobe. Their grunting and groaning blended in an endless chorus.

"Oh, Podcast," Phoebe cried. "Yes, yes!"

"That's right, Phoebe," Podcast said with a soft chuckle. "Yes."

Podcast kissed Phoebe hard as he thrusted rougher and faster into her. He slid his tongue into her mouth. He traced every inch of it. She moaned in a heady way. He smiled into it. He traveled to her pulse point. He proceeded to nibble on it. She kissed his shoulder before running her tongue along it. He growled intensely as he grabbed at her hair.

He pulled away and stared into her eyes. He grabbed the headboard with both hands. His thrusts became rougher and faster. He leaned down to press a hard kiss to her lips. He slipped his tongue into her mouth. He fought with hers for control. He buried his face into her neck. He licked at it before tracing it with his tongue. He moved one hand to her head. He grabbed a fistful of hair. A soft growl left his mouth.

She shuddered and moaned a final time. Her climax took her, triggering her boyfriend's. He bit down on her neck as he came with a muffled moan. Their bodies trembled so much that it seemed they wouldn't stop. They held each other close. They didn't want to let go. They panted hard and fast. They managed to catch their breath. Their heartrates became normal.

Podcast couldn't stay up anymore and collapsed on top of his girlfriend. He laid his head on her shoulder. She stroked it with one hand and his back with the other. She listened to his soft breathing. It was like music to her ears. She looked toward the ceiling for ten seconds. She turned back to him with a contented sigh.

"I didn't think you would wake me up late at night to make love to me," she said with a snort. "I am glad you did."

"I couldn't resist when I woke up and watched you sleep for a minute," he admitted. "I have little doubt I will wake you up in the middle of the night to have my way with you at some point."

"Not if I do that to you first," Phoebe teased. "I bet I will do it more than you will."

"I don't think so," Podcast commented, looking at her and shaking his head fast.

"I do think so," Phoebe said, nodding rapidly.

He blew a raspberry. "No."

She giggled. "Yes."

Podcast growled playfully and kissed Phoebe tenderly. He moved off her to lay on his side. She turned on hers. She moved her hand toward his. They entwined their fingers.

"Not too many pregnant women have a strong sex drive at any stage of pregnancy," Phoebe whispered, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly.

"Your sex drive has stayed strong throughout the entire pregnancy," Podcast said, smiling warmly. "For the most part, that is."

"My morning sickness was worse on some days than it was on others," Phoebe commented, her body shaking a little bit. "I hoped it was gone for good. This morning proved me wrong." She mumbled obscenities in Spanish. "I hate it when bad stuff happens, especially to those I love."

"Who doesn't?" Podcast asked, giving a shrug. He moved his hand to her stomach. He felt the baby move against it. "Becoming a teen parent is rarely in the cards these days."

"Teen marriage and parenthood used to be celebrated. Both are largely frowned upon now," Phoebe responded and ran her tongue all over the inside of her mouth.

"It wasn't uncommon for couples to have as many as ten children and have less than half make it to adulthood in the pioneer days," Podcast said, seriousness lining his voice. "The more children couples had, the more help farms had. More than ninety percent of Americans were farmers back then."

"Many parents treated their children as just extra farmhands. They often worked them to point of exhaustion," Phoebe muttered, shuddering in disgust.

"In the Little House on the Prairie two-parter called 'The Lost Ones,' Isaiah worked James and Cassandra in such a way. Before then, he and Beth had a daughter named Lydia. She was Cassandra's age. She got very sick and died not long after. It has been speculated being overworked led to her immune system breaking down and leaving her vulnerable to illness," Podcast explained and growled angrily.

"The worst thing about that family was Seth. He set James up for a whipping. He stole money from his father and planted it on his new brother," Phoebe said and clenched her teeth. "I feel like jumping into the TV and slapping him silly every time I see him do that."

"I feel the same way," Podcast agreed, shaking his head in disbelief. "Nancy was probably the worst character on the show. She locked Belinda in the Olsen's icehouse and showed no remorse. Nellie was mean and spoiled, but she loved her family. Percival helped her to overcome her nastiness and became sweet and kind."

"He was a little shorter than she was, but that did not stop them from falling in love and marrying," Phoebe pointed out truthfully.

"What is on the outside does not count," Podcast said while laying his hand over her heart. "What is on the inside does."

He took his hand out of hers and kissed her tenderly. He pressed her forehead against hers. They inhaled each other's scents. Their hearts beat in sync with each other.

"If there was one thing I would love to do, it is live out in nature," Podcast said, smiling lightly.

"That would be nice," Phoebe admitted and sighed heavily. "However, it would be hard to live without technology of any kind."

"I could teach you how to live off the land," Podcast responded, eagerness lining his voice. "I went camping with my parents when I was younger several times. They taught me how to gather food and built a shelter if I ever got lost in the wilderness."

"You'd do that for me?" Phoebe said surprisingly.

Podcast nodded. "Sure. If we lived on a beach, I would love nothing more than to walk around in just a loincloth."

"I wouldn't want to run around with my breasts exposed, so I'd take some shirts with me. That's not to say I wouldn't wear a top made of natural materials," Phoebe murmured.

"We could use our own clothes to make more," Podcast said and raised an eyebrow. "Living off the land becomes very easy once you get used to it. I would say it is better than living in civilization. You are free from its influence."

"Indigenous peoples all over the world are living in harmony with nature. Unfortunately, their way of life is slowly slipping away due to rapid development and human population explosion," Phoebe said, frowning a bit.

"It is just like when the Native Americans were forced off their land to make way for westward expansion of the United States," Podcast muttered in sadness. "The tribes may have been fighting each other when the first white settlers came, but that didn't mean they deserved to be slaughtered."

Phoebe suppressed a yawn. "Today's Native Americans have embraced modern life, but they are still in tune with their traditions. They should keep them because their history is very important to them."

He brought her hand to his lips. He kissed the knuckles before rubbing them against his cheek. He touched the back of it. He kissed her palm twice. She became tingly all over. She giggled.

"I would say you have the tingly touch," she teased.

"You think so?" he wondered and raised an eyebrow. "Then come here!"

Podcast pushed Phoebe away from him. This caused her to gasp surprisingly. He moved over her, getting on top of her. He pinned her legs down, a playful growl escaping his lips. He unleashed a tickle attack on her sides. She shrieked with laughter as she beat on him with her fists.

"Okay! You win! I surrender!" Phoebe cried.

"Good," Podcast said, ceasing his assault. "Remember. I wear the pants in this relationship."

"No, I do," Phoebe teased and pointed her finger at herself.

"Yeah, right," Podcast retorted and blew a raspberry.

She kissed her boyfriend's lips, followed by the tip of his nose. They ruffled each other's hair. They pressed their foreheads together. They inhaled each other's scents.

"It would be risky living with nature, but we would love to take the risk. What is life without taking risks?" he whispered.

"You won't get very far in life if you avoid every risk that comes your way," she said bluntly.

"I understand parents don't want their children to be corrupted, but they can't shield them from everything. They have to face society on their own someday," Podcast murmured.

Phoebe tensed a bit. "Parents who coddle their children are setting them up for failure. The kids will get the shock of their lives when they find the world doesn't care what they want."

Podcast exhaled. "Oh, yes."

Phoebe kissed Podcast's forehead. She rubbed it before stroking his cheek with the back of her hand lightly.

"It would take us a while to get used to not having much technology, but I would be determined to do it," Phoebe said.

"Me too," Podcast said and smiled. "Come here."

Podcast kissed Phoebe tenderly. It didn't take long for their kisses to become passionate. Their tongues touched, causing them to moan. They wrapped their arms around each other. He broke the kiss, a lustful growl coming from him. He buried his face into her neck. He traced it with his tongue. She groaned softly yet excitedly. Their heartrates increased in speed. Electricity rushed through their bodies.

"Oh, Podcast," Phoebe whispered in much pleasure. She whimpered at his touching her breasts and fondling them. "Damn it! Don't stop!"

"I won't, my love," Podcast hissed seductively. He licked at her pulse point before kissing it. He gave it a hard suck. "You can count on that."

Podcast bit down on his girlfriend's neck. She screamed, sending an echo through the room and into the hallway. He kissed her with much possession. He slipped his tongue into her mouth. He smiled when he heard her moan. Their hands wandered and groped everywhere. The world faded around them as they became engaged in more lovemaking.